Cameron
Pulling into my driveway,my chest warms as I see Natalie’s SUV parked next to where I’m going to park. On nights like this, I’m glad I’m not the only one here. It means everything to me to know there’s someone inside to keep me outside of my own head.
Lord knows, I’ve come home by myself enough times in the past few years. There have been moments where I called women just to keep from being alone. Nights I couldn’t stand the thought of my own company. When looking at Trinity wasn’t enough to keep the bad thoughts at bay. A few times, I sat out on the back porch with a beer, wondering if I was doing the right thing by keeping her. If I were strong enough to be the man she needed me to be and soft enough to be the mother she didn’t have.
Natalie’s been that saving grace for both of us and, right now, I need her. More than I ever have before.
I don’t know how long I sit out in my truck, but eventually Natalie comes out the back door, silhouetted by the lights of the kitchen. It’s almost like a peep show. All that’s visible is the shape of her body against the brightness. She walks down the porch steps, approaching slowly.As if she doesn’t want to spook me. Little does she know, there’s no way she can, all I want is for her to wrap her arms around me and never let me go.
Just as slowly, I open the driver’s side door and wait for her.
“Are you okay, Cam?” She reaches up, grabbing my hand.
Clearing my throat, I grip her fingers in mine. “No, not at all. Had a rough night. Really needed to come home to you.”
Her eyes are bright in the moonlight, showing unshed tears. “I’m sorry you had a rough night. I hurt for you. Do you wanna talk about it?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I’d rather not.”
“What do you want?” She asks.
“You.” I reach down, pulling her up into the truck with me. Her thighs spread across my lap, seating her against the steering wheel, but not so hard that we’ll blare the horn.
“You have me,” she whispers. “You have every piece of me whether you know it or not.”
Dipping my chin into my chest, I inhale deeply, trying to slow down my breathing and heart rate. Slowly, I lift up before cupping her behind the neck and bringing her mouth to mine. This kiss is a mark, a sign of ownership, letting her know she’s mine. A little noise in the back of her throat energizes me in a way nothing else could. My other hand clasps right underneath the curve of her ass, tilting her so that every part of our bodies is touching. She pulls away, her breath coming in short puffs. “What can I do for you?”
Palming the jeans covering her from my gaze, I slide out of the truck. Her legs go around my waist, holding on tightly as I slam the door and head to the house. Our lips are moving back and forth against each other’s. I need room to move and there’s just not enough of it in the driver’s seat of my truck. Getting to the back door, I lessen the kiss until it’s little pecks. “What I want is you laid out on my bed, giving me time to do what I want with you. If you’re not okay with that, then tell me now.”
She licks her lips. “I’m perfectly okay with it.”
Swear to God, the angel’s fuckin’ sing.
* * *
Layingher down on my bed and seeing her spread out in front of me is next to Heaven. Tan long legs, sliver of belly in between the edge of her shorts and where her t-shirt has ridden up, breasts sitting high and tight against the fabric, and those brown eyes of hers, the color of whiskey.
“You take my breath away, Nat. I’ve never seen anything as sweet as you laying against my blankets.”
She smiles brightly. “Bet you say that to all the girls.”
“Never said that to any girl.”
“Not even to the one who gave you the little one in there?”
It’s never occurred to me that she might be wary of my relationship with Trinity’s mom, but there’s one thing I do know, Trinity’s mom never had me wanting to see her at the end of the day the way Nat does. “No, not anyone. I don’t know how it happened but, after Trin, you’re the favorite part of the end of my shift. I’m looking forward to seeing you as soon as I leave the fire station, wondering what you’ve been doing here. If you’re waiting for me to get home or if you even think of me at all.”
“Oh I think of you, Cam. More than I should. You occupy at least ninety percent of my thoughts.”
“Ouch.” I grab at my heart. “Was kinda hoping to be at least ninety-five.” I grin.
“Woulda been, but you somehow suckered me into coaching with you.”
This is what I enjoy most about our relationship; the fact we can joke with one another. “You know you wanted to.”
“Maybe.” She grins. “But this is what I’d rather do instead.”
Sitting up, she slips her shirt over her head, leaving her in one of the sexiest bras I’ve seen. Black lace covers skin that looks like it’s playing peek-a-boo. Part of her nipple is visible while the other part, not so much. My mouth waters as I think about putting her flesh against my tongue.