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Cam’s only response is a grunt as he does a curl. A few minutes later, he groans as he sets down a heavy weight with a thud. He sounds tortured when he says, “I’ve never felt so protective about a woman before.”

“Yeah, me either.”

“I like it, though.”

I slide the last drawer of the chest closed, wondering what I can do next to keep busy. “Me too, but I’ll like it a lot more when she’s back from her dinner.”

“When do you think she’ll be in touch?”

The idea of her not contacting us tonight makes me want to jump out of my skin. If she doesn’t get in touch, I’ll be left imagining her doing things with her date. Maybe they’ll start reminiscing about college and one thing will lead to another.

The sound of rapid footsteps approaching saves me from my dreadful imagination.

Stella’s coming up our driveway in a skirt and blouse, with a purse over her shoulder. As she approaches, I scan her body to see if she looks harmed in any way. After that, I do a second check to see if she’s disheveled, the way she is after we kiss her.

She appears to be fine, except for being breathless.

CHAPTER37

CAM

“Did you walk over here?”

“More of a half walk, half jog.” She looks down at her feet, where she’s wearing low heels. Not the type of shoes to jog in.

“Get in here.” I pick her up and carry her into the house, with Wyatt leading the way and opening the door.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” she tells us.

“We couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Wyatt says.

“How was the date? I ask.

She tugs at my shirt. “I don’t want to talk about the date.”

In the living room, I sit down on the sofa with her in my lap. “Are you going to see him again?”

She shakes her head. “Not to date him. There’s nothing there.”

I slide the tip of my finger down the length of her nose. “Are you ready for this to be something serious with the two of us?”

She nods without hesitation.

Wyatt sits down next to us and rests his hand on Stella’s arm. “We don’t want anyone but you.”

“I don’t want anyone but the two of you … and I do want you. I want you right now. Both of you.”

I’m ready to haul her off to the bedroom, but Wyatt’s still looking into her eyes. “Are you sure you won’t regret it? We don’t have to rush into anything.”

She answers by reaching for his collar and pulling him into a kiss, signalling that the time for talking is over.

When they break apart, I get to my feet with her still in my arms. “Let’s get more comfortable.” I carry her to my bed and lay her in the center of the comforter.

With smooth and silent coordination, Wyatt and I work together to remove her clothes.

We kiss and stroke her all over, and having her here in my room, naked, feels like more of a treat than all my birthdays and Christmas mornings put together.

She’s so gorgeous, and she’s ours. I almost can’t think straight, but that’s probably because all the blood in my body has raced down to my cock.