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So I don’t fight him. I reach a hand up to clasp the back of his neck and press my mouth to his.

He groans from deep in his throat, upping his pace, and I do my best to hold on and take it all. The bars of the headboard begin to thump against the wall, and if his hips weren’t pinning me to this bed, I would be moving with every thrust. It’s perfect. He’s claiming me.

“Please, Cam, I need you to fill me up.” I pant the words against his neck, unsure if he can hear me over the harshness of his breath, the bed hitting the wall, and the rain on the roof.

“Come for me, Pixie. Come around my cock. And then I’ll fill you up.”

I squeeze my walls tight and detonate underneath him as he pinches my clit as he thrusts deep.

“That’s it, love. Are you ready for my cum?”

I can’t express words as I shake from head to toe, still in the throes of my orgasm, but I manage a low moan as I cling to him.

I keep my ankles crossed at his back, angling my hips so he can sink deeper still and fill me. He fucks me hard, his body tensing and his groans of pleasure getting louder until his hot cum spurts inside me, coating my walls and setting off aftershocks of my own release. Satisfaction, like nothing I’ve known before, settles over me like a weighted blanket.I am his.

Breathless and covered in sweat, he somehow manages to find the energy to roll us over and I lay sprawled on his front.

He taps me on the bum with his warm palm.

“Perfect.” His tone is gleeful, even as his breathing still slows. “Let’s do that every day, forever.”

I can’t think of a witty comeback, and there’s really only one thing I want to say. So I do.

“I love you.” It’s not loud, but he hears it.

“And. I. Love. You,” he murmurs between peppering my face with kisses.

Chapter thirty-one

Cam

It’s hard to peel my gaze away from her as the early morning sun creeps in around the curtains. The rain stopped sometime after midnight, and the sun is here to chase away the damp.

I haven’t been able to keep my hands off her all night. She said she’d try. The relief I felt, the hope at that moment, was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. We’d come together slowly. There was no rush when I knew I’d get her again. Every time up to then had felt more frantic, just in case she walked away again and I couldn’t get her back. We’d touched each other for hours, whispering as we sought pleasure. And after she’d demanded I move things along, when we’d got our breath back, I tugged her into my arms and held her there all night long. I wish we had days, weeks together, just the two of us without anyone intruding, but we have to leave tomorrow, and before that, we need to go and visit Great Aunt Ruth.

“Okay?” I ask as she gets dressed beside me. She tugs on her jeans, jumping up and down to pull them all the way up and getthem fastened before she pulls a white t-shirt emblazoned with a unicorn over her head. I raise a brow at her, and she pokes her tongue out, making me want to reach across and bite on it. But I can’t get distracted. I really need to check in with my parents, and then we need to be on our way to Ruth’s.

I sit on the edge of the bed to tug my boots on and lace them up. She steps close, her feet still bare, and strokes a hand over my beard. “I’m good, Cam. Are you?” Her lips are pursed with concern, her previous cheek forgotten.

“Yeah, I wanna check in with Mum and Dad on the way out, and then let’s see if we can get some answers.”

“You definitely want me to come? I don’t mind staying here and hanging out with the dogs.”

“I’d like you to come.”

She nods, moving away to slide on socks and trainers before grabbing her jacket. I take it from her, holding it open so she can put it on, then smooth my hands over her shoulders and down her arms, giving her a quick squeeze to tide me over until we can be alone again.

We head across the gravel driveway, and I knock on the back door before entering. Mum and Dad sit close together at the dining table.

“Hey.” My dad gives us a smile as we enter. “Fancy a roll and sausage with tattie scone? I’m guessing you’ve missed them since you’ve been down south. And a coffee?”

“We need to leave in about half an hour, but aye, sounds good.”

“I can help,” Abby offers, following my dad to the kitchen.

“Hey, Mum.” I take the seat Dad just vacated and place a hand on the back of her chair, trying to work out the best way to offer her comfort.

She looks over at me, her eyes puffy and red, and it breaks my heart. “Hey, love.” She leans into my shoulder.