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I obey, and Cam grips my hips, angling me upward until it's the perfect position for him to slide into my back entrance. Again, he's as slow as he needs to be, the blunt head of his pushing open the ring of muscle there. I suck in a breath, muscles tense as he fills me somewhere new, somewhere I've never been filled before.

"You okay, Kelly?"

"Yeah," I whisper, shaking. "Yeah."

He sinks in slowly until his cock is fully sheathed in me. It's an overwhelming feeling, being so full back there, and I let out a little whimper. My pulse is racing, blood roaring in my ears.

Cam doesn't move. He waits, giving me all the time in the world to adjust to the thick length of his cock in my ass. Finally, I nod, and he begins to move in and out slowly. Every movement seems amplified tenfold by the fact that I've never done this before, and that we're making love instead of fucking. All the intensity of the day, all the fear and anger and sorrow are worked out of me with each piston of his hips. In turn, I move with him, running my hands over his chiseled chest and arms, showing him just how much I missed him, even for such a short time.

"God, Kelly," he moans. "So fucking tight."

"Cam!"

"You're taking my cock so well, baby girl," he whispers. "Such a good girl."

He's hitting spots in me I didn't know existed, and I gasp for air as my body shakes. The pleasure inside of me builds and builds, and when Cam reaches down to brush my clit, it's like something snaps inside of me. I come hard and fast, shaking beneath him as he keeps thrusting in and out, making the waves of pleasure last forever.

Cam groans, and I feel his cock twitch. He spills inside of me, hot and heavy, and as the last waves of pleasure fade away, I collapse onto the bed. He does, too, falling onto the pillow beside me.

"Holy shit," I pant. "That was?—"

"I know," he murmurs, pressing a kiss against my temple. "You were amazing, Kelly. I love you."

The confession, now that it wasn't said right outside of a police car, fills me with warm, glowing joy.

"I love you, too, Cam.”

I roll onto my side, letting him pull me close against his chest, and I breathe in deeply, letting the scent of him fill me. We should clean up, and I'm sure Cam should eat, but for the moment, just being together is enough.

6

CAM

Iknew since the moment I caught her outside of that moving truck that Kelly would be mine for good, but after all the shit with Frank and the arrest, I want to make it official.

No. I need to. I want everyone to see the ring on her finger and to know she's mine. I want her to have my last name, to be my wife in the eyes of the law and the rest of the world.

So a few weeks after I get out of jail—only for a half a day while everything was processed, thank fuck—I suck up my pride and ask for help. I'm hopeless when it comes to jewelry, and all of Kelly's stuff is dainty and simple. It was hard enough to swipe one of her rings when she was sleeping to get her ring size, but it was, of course, just a simple gold band, giving me no clue what designs she'd like.

I knew Kelly didn't speak to her mom much, so I asked the only other woman I had any sort of trust in—Mrs. Blevins.

The older woman was over the moon about our little ‘date’, holding onto my arm as we walked down the streets of downtown Covington, and after we stopped for coffee, we headed to the jewelry store in thecorner. It's been in the town for almost a century, owned by the same family, and I'm hopeful the right ring will be here.

"This one is gorgeous," Mrs. Blevins says, pointing to a large diamond on a golden band, "but you said all of her jewelry is simple, right? Describe it to me."

"Gold bands mostly, but there are a couple of silver pieces. Nothing flashy."

She hums thoughtfully. "I think I have an idea. Do you trust me, Cameron?"

I grimace at my full name but nod. "Of course."

Mrs. Blevins leads me around the store, showing me ring after ring, all of them different in subtle but meaningful ways. The worker behind the counter offers opinions, but it's clear he's giving Agatha the space to lead. Finally, when we're near the back of the store, Mrs. Blevins points at a display of rings with small, delicate bands, each with a slightly different gemstone.

"These are just what I was thinking," she says, smiling at me. “Your Kelly is a special woman, and she deserves a special, unique ring, don’t you think?”

The first three I look at aren't right—two too small, one too big—but when I spot the third to last ring, I know I've found the one. The band is dainty and gold, and there's a deep blue sapphire nestled in it. The stone is the exact color of her eyes. It's perfect.

"This one," I say softly, holding it out to the worker. "This is the one I want."

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