Page 71 of Curious
“I thought you were unbelievably gorgeous, but it was more than your looks. I loved how you supported your siblings. Showing up with them to events and, I don’t know. It just felt like the love you have for your brother and sister was unconditional.”
“That’s because it is. Always has been and always will be.” He pushes my shoulder. “Still… I’m not fishing for a compliment, but you don’t usually get a crush on someone you don’t know because of their insides, do you?”
“I absolutely did. I watched so many of your videos, and while you didn’t always talk in them”—many are time-lapse with a music overlay—“you showed courtesy to your brother, even when you were teasing him. And you’d move seamlessly when putting something heavy in place in your backyard or holding things for each other. You worked so well together.”
“We do.”
“It’s special, is all I’m saying. And that translated through the screen. Like, you joked with each other, but I could also tell that you were, I don’t know. Protective of him.”
He looks to the side. “And now that you know me, what do you think? Do I match up to the crush?”
“Oh my god, Camden, you go so much beyond. Everything that you hinted at—or that I inferred—is true. You really are loving and generous and supportive.”
“Thanks. But that’s not exactly what I meant. It’s more … Okay, even if I haven’t been totally different than who you thought I was, I don’t know. There are still things about me that might annoy you. Like my taste in movies or the way I eat spaghetti or how I leave my boots by the front door or something.”
“Why would leaving your boots by the front door bother anyone? It means you’re thoughtful enough not to track dirt around the house.”
“Bad example. You know what I mean.”
I nod and wrap my arms around his waist. “We like the same movies, and I don’t think you eat spaghetti weird. I guess the things I’ve learned—that you have a weakness for fix-it reality shows and RVs, you eat pretty much everything and don’t have a belly, you’re stubborn and prideful but also loyal—all of that makes you even more attractive.”
“For what it’s worth, I feel the same way. I mean, about liking your insides now that I’ve gotten to know you. Before, I saw this striking man with great hair who worked with my siblings. Who always caught my eye. And now I can truly see how great you are inside. You take care of people. Take care of things. You get shit done, Shelby. Speaking as a contractor who builds things for a living, seeing someone do that is hot.”
“Thanks,” I say. Then I voice something I’ve been wondering about. “You told your brother that you’re bi. Do you think, now that we’ve been together for a while, that you’re attracted to men in general, or is it just me?”
I’m not sure which answer I’d prefer, but for some reason, it makes me nervous to ask.
“I don’t know.”
“But you always thought you were straight. Before.”
“I had a steady girlfriend for a long time, and there was no reason to question it. I think on the sexuality spectrum I still skew more toward straight. I don’t find that I’m attracted to many more guys than you. I guess I feel like I don’t need to figure that out. You’re enough for me.”
I blink. “Being enough for someone is quite possibly the nicest compliment someone has ever given me.”
He grins, and we don’t end up seeing any more of the football game. I’m good with that.
Cam twists us so he’s hovering over me, and he very, very slowly rubs his fabric-covered cock against mine. We both groan. I grab his ass, and he kisses me deep, and I say, “This is my new favorite way to watch TV.”
He smiles against my lips, and his hands start exploring. He traces across my forehead and down my cheeks, then continues farther down. His movements are slow, but our kisses are fucking hot.
Deep. Lots of tongue. Meaning it.
After how emotionally vulnerable I let myself be with him, I’m needing to express what I feel for him in some way other than words. I want that communion with him again. He breaks away, tugging at the waist of my shorts. I raise my hips and help him get me naked, and now I’m sprawled out on the couch, my cock erect, my hair flopping against the pillow. He shoves his boxers down and kisses my collarbone, then grasps my cock with his hand.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous, babe. Inside and out. I want you in every way. Can I show you at least one way?” Cam asks.
I know in the past I’ve confused sex and feelings. But this is sexwithfeelings.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Fuck. Yes.”
He gives it a slow stroke, then kisses me some more. “Wanna get the lube?”
“Yeah.” I wriggle out from under him and grab it from the bedroom, returning as fast as I can, and he squirts some into his hand. Meanwhile, I’m trying to I-spy his cock, and I’m rewarded when he sits back on his heels.
My husband is gorgeous all over.
Later, when I’m curled next to him, sated and happy, I trace up and down his arm and wonder how I got so lucky. It feels like a chance occurrence, but I don’t think it was. Something or someone put us together. And I want to stay with him.
