Page 97 of Fault Lines
He pushed two fingers inside, curled them just so. I came fast and hard, pressing closer, desperate for every scrap of sensation.
He kept at it until I whimpered his name, too sensitive. Then he stood, positioned himself at my entrance.
“Condom,” I managed.
He groaned and stepped away, back fast with the wrapper, rolling it on as he came.
He hoisted me up, legs around his hips, and slid inside—all at once, tight and full and perfect.
“You feel so good,” I whispered.
“It’s only going to get better,” he promised, mouth finding mine as he thrust, urgent and relentless.
I held on, letting him drive me wild, letting his body grind me just right with every movement. I kissed him back, lost in it, feeling the second orgasm build low and tight.
When he scraped his teeth over my neck, it unraveled me. I tensed, squeezing around him, hearing his guttural moan as he joined me, pulsing deep.
We clung together, catching our breath, the world shrinking down to this sharp-edged moment.
“That was amazing,” I said, laughing softly into his neck.
He held me tight. “Agreed.” He eased out, set me gently down. “How long do we have?”
I checked my phone, sifting for reality. “About two hours.”
“Plenty of time,” he said, eyes dark as he pulled me toward the bedroom. “No need for clothes. Let’s use the bed this round.”
∞∞∞
When I got home, Cam was already on the couch, a drink in hand, some reality show flickering on the screen. I’d taken an Uber so he wouldn’t see Nate’s car—not that I was hiding, exactly, but I wasn’t looking for a fight either.
My body ached in the best way. Nate had wrung every drop of pleasure out of me, and afterward we’d just lay together, talking, pretending for a little while that we were more than we were. I loved the feeling, even if it scared me.
But Cam was the man I’d married, and I still loved him. I reminded myself of that, though tonight it felt more like a memory than a fact.
“Hey baby,” he called, eyeing me. “I’ve been waiting up.”
I set my bag down. “Didn’t know you’d be home so early.”
He shrugged, coming closer. “Worked late. Came straight home.”
He leaned in for a kiss, but I turned away, suddenly uncomfortable at the thought.
“You didn’t go out tonight?” I asked.
He looked thrown by the question. “No, canceled. Didn’t feel like it.”
Of course he canceled with her. Probably Lacey. I felt a sudden spike of anger, but held it back. If I started accusing, Nate would be the first casualty—and I wasn’t ready to lose that part of my life.
I headed for the bedroom but Cam followed, lingering in the doorway as I undressed. His stare felt different now, like he was looking for something.
“Where’d you go tonight?” he asked, voice casual but with an edge.
“Ice skating.”
He made a face. “Ice skating? With Rachel?”
I kept my back to him. “Yes. I like it, you know. Did a lot before college.”
