It made me feel desired in a way that was so base, I could have come again from my thoughts alone.
The guys pulled away from me and Cam lowered my head to the couch. Despite the fact that his come was on my chin, his lips found mine and he smothered me with feelings that made me want to cry.
“Upstairs,” Kace said sternly, as if we had forgotten I was a mess.
Cam pulled me into his arms, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, causing the evidence of all our love making to get trapped between our skin. He continued to kiss me as we followed Kace into the bathroom and directly into the warm shower he had started.
When he set me down, Cam looked into my eyes, and it felt like all I saw behind the clear blue was a war he battled. One he felt he fought alone, and one he would continue to fight alone.
“You don't want to leave,” I guessed, as I continued to look into his eyes.
“Of course I don’t,” he swallowed around a lump in his throat. “But I am, and I am going to kick some major Cincinnati ass, then I am going to come home and, like Kace said, we will make sure Santa skips our house. He won’t be needed, nor will he be welcome. Poor Santa can’t handle the things we are going to do to your body.”
I was both proud and turned on, seeing Cam so fierce. Not only about us, but about his career. I knew he had been having a hard time, but seeing him fight through and still being the best was sexy. His mental strength was just as sexy as everything I saw in him physically.
Kace pulled me into his arms, and once again placed his mouth to my ear. “I can’t wait for him to see our surprise.”
Cam could hear him, and he smirked as he grabbed the soap from the shelf. He lathered himself first, but quickly started on me as Kace licked the water from the back of my neck. There wasn’t a chance in hell I could keep going, exhaustion was seeping into me so fast that I was surprised I could even keep myself on my own two feet.
We made it to bed, and I twisted my bracelet around in awe as the guys climbed in on either side of me. They both pushed their bodies up against me and held me tightly as they figured out where their arms and heads were going to rest so that we were all comfortable.
“I love you,” I whispered into the dark room to both of them.
“Love you too,” Cam said at the same time Kace said, “Love you babe.”
With their arms laying over my stomach, and their heads both close to my neck, I reached behind me to see where their other arms were.
Interlocked above my head, both holding each other’s biceps as they created a cocoon for me. A safe place that held more warmth and love than I ever thought possible. A place where no one judged, and we could be whatever and whoever we wanted to be. Where it wasn’t about jealousy, discontent, or even sex. Just three people who loved each other in ways no one else could understand.
We didn’t need anyone else to understand.
We knew.
And it made me even more excited to surprise Cam with a gift of my own.
CHAPTER13
KACE
“Ready?” I squeezed Ali’s knee as the private plane I had hired started rolling down the runway for takeoff.
“Yes!” she squealed and looked out the window as we lifted off, Atlanta quickly becoming a blur.
As requested, I helped Ali arrange a Christmas present for Cam, and now we were seeing it through.
It was Christmas morning, and we were headed to Cincinnati to watch Cam take the Jets to the playoffs. He had no idea we were coming, and no idea I had arranged everything with the help of the Jets’ staff. Even his head coach knew we were coming and had arranged for us to be able to head down to the field in the last few minutes of the game. That way, we could be with him to either celebrate or console him, depending on the outcome of the game.
It was trickier to arrange those kinds of things without Cam being involved, but it paid to be me sometimes, and everyone jumped when I asked.
“The private jet is overkill though,” Ali eyed me.
“We couldn't risk commercial flight delays.” She felt guilty that a flight team had to work on Christmas just because of us, but I knew how much I was paying them, and it was enough to change Christmas to any day they wanted. “And we couldn't risk someone recognizing us and flashing random pictures on the internet. The whole surprise would be wasted.”
“True,” she agreed as she pursed her lips and turned back to the window.
It only took an hour and a half from wheels up to wheels down, and Ali and I were exiting the plane. I stopped before we headed down the steps and thanked the small crew for working on the holiday.
“No problem, Mr. Jackson. Our pleasure,” the Captain said as we shook hands.