“I want you to come one more time. Can you do that for me, baby?” he questions.
I moan out my answer, my eyes slowly closing. He rocks inside me deeper and harder, his thumb never leaving my clit as I find my release.
“Easton,” I groan, and my head falls back as I come. It’s only when I feel him pull out of me that I lift my head. I watch as Easton fists himself. When I see the white ropes of cum coating my body, it makes me clench. I want to feel him as he comes inside me. “God, Cameron,” he moans out as he paints my pussy, my stomach, and some of it even makes it to my breasts.
He falls to the side of me, and I turn to him, not wanting to miss the look of absolute bliss on his face, knowing I helped create that.
“Hey,” I whisper.
“Hey, baby.” His voice has that rasp that I love so much. “We didn’t talk about birth control. Sorry about the mess.”
“Not that I mind the mess or watching you come, because seriously, that was hot. But I am on birth control. Maybe next time you can come inside me?”
“I don’t know what I did to deserve all this beauty that you give me. I love you, Cam.” He kisses me before I can reply. He pulls me on top of him, and there isn’t a single part of me that doesn’t miss the way he gets hard beneath me again.
When we pull apart, I’m finally able to respond to him. “I love you, Easton. You allow me to live, to breathe, and to be myself. I was floating around before I met you, and now I’m grounded. You mean everything to me.”
His eyes soften, telling me he loves what I said to him. After we’ve both calmed down, Easton gets out of bed, walking buck ass naked to the bathroom without a care in the world. With a body like his, who could blame him? He’s gone for a few minutes, and my eyes slowly close until I feel the bed move and warmth on my body. He cleans me up before he slides in beside me.
“Thank you for giving me this amazing gift,” he whispers in my ear as he snuggles me. Yes, big badass Easton Reid snuggles. I wasn’t sure if he’d be that type that you read about in romance books, but he is. He turns me so my back is to his chest, his heat radiating between the two us, but one thing I do notice is he’s facing the bedroom door; it makes me think Easton does this to protect me as well.
I fall asleep feeling loved, safe, and secure in bed with Easton.
Chapter Thirteen
Easton
Having Cameron every which way I could last night until well into the morning was indescribable. She was meant for me; I didn’t want to leave her. Cam’s naked breasts are against my chest, her leg hitched over my hip; it would be so easy to roll her over and slide back inside her or pull her on top of me. Yeah, I want to see her on top of me, riding me, her head tipped back, her chest heaving, and watch as I slide deep inside her. I could play with her pretty nipples, manipulate her clit, or one day soon tease her forbidden entrance.
Too bad I’m stopped in my way of thinking by my phone ringing. I quietly disentangle my body from hers, grab my pair of jeans off the chair, and head out to where I left my phone last night. It stops ringing, so I slide my jeans on and grab it while walking outside, not wanting to wake Cam unless it’s completely necessary.
I look at my screen’s display and know right away that this is going to be a long damn day. I dial Sheriff Mac’s number back.
“Hey, Easton, sorry to call you so early. I wanted you to know that Cameron can go back into her house now. We got a few fingerprint lifts; we’ll be running them through the system to see if there’re any hits.”
“Thanks, Sheriff. You’ll keep me or Slade posted, I assume?” I respond.
“He’s next on my list to call. Figured I’d give you the heads up first,” he replies.
“Sounds good. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Later.” He hangs up.
I’m pissed as hell over what happened to Cam’s house, but I have to say I love that I’m able to be here for her to lean on when she needs a shoulder. Hell, if I had it my way, her lease would be broken, and she’d move in with me when all my furniture is set to be delivered tomorrow. I’m lost in thought when two warm hands wrap around my middle. Cam’s head rests on my back, and I’m more content now than ever.