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Chapter Fifty-One

Austen

I settle my hand on Cameron’s neck, his pulse racing beneath my palm as I kiss him. His mouth moves slowly against mine as his hand finds its resting place on the back of my neck. He pulls me closer as he shifts his position, sinking into the couch cushions. I dive with him, a laugh escaping my throat as we collapse onto the cushions. He kisses me through my laughter, but it’s contagious. He breaks away, the laughter spreading and I bury my face in his chest.

“Sorry, I forgot to mention this couch has seen better days,” I say. I pick up my head, shooting my gaze up at him, clearing my throat. “My brand new mattress has a lot more support.”

Cameron laughs huskily, brushing some hair away from my face. “I bet it does.”

I get off him, regrettably, and extend a hand. Neither of us say a word as he takes my hand, linking our fingers together once again.

“If you need to go…” I say, noticing it’s nearing eleven already.

“Do you want me to go?” he asks sincerely.

I shake my head. “I never want to let you out of my fucking sight.”

The smile that falls over his lips is wicked. His gaze darkens and suddenly my body feels hot.

Fuck, how does he do that? That look should be illegal.

My cock throbs in agreement.

“Then I’m not going anywhere,” he says as he squeezes my hand. I pull him to me, finding his mouth.

“Good,” I say. “Because when I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk anyway.”

Before he can respond, I kiss him and swallow his words.

I walk backwards, leading us down the hall until we hit my doorway. I slam him against the frame, letting my mouth travel along his jaw, his neck. One swipe of my tongue over the side of his neck causes him to groan as I press my body against his. His cock throbs against me.

And for once I don’t second guess the word that makes its way out of my mouth because it feels so fucking right, and I’ve waited a long time to say it.

“Mine,” I say as I kiss him, one arm leaning against the frame while my free hand cups his hardness through his sweats.

“Austen…” Cam breathes as his cock twitches in my hand. Cameron slides his hand into my hair, grabbing onto the locks with enough ferocity it stops me from kissing him. My cock blossoms with precum as a deep groan escapes me.

It makes my brain short circuit as I gaze up at him. “All mine,” I say greedily, relishing in the feel of his tight grip.

“Fucking right, I’m yours,” he says, crushing his mouth to mine. “Always have been.”

Within a flash, he’s shoving my sweats down. He wraps his hand around my cock, slowly stroking me and spreading my precum along my shaft.

“The bed,” I tell him, my brain forgetting how to formulate words. If he keeps this up, I’m not going to make it.

He knows how to push all my buttons, and I love it.

Cameron Scott can play me like a violin, and I love it so fucking much.

“You didn’t say please,” he teases as he bites at my bottom lip.

“Please, Cameron,” I breathe between kissing him, taking his bottom lip between my teeth.

“Get on the bed. Now,” I growl.

Cameron squeezes his grip on my hair. “So bossy,” he says as he lets go, giving me a playful shove. He leaves me standing there, hard and wet. I watch as he falls back onto my dark blue comforter, naked. He looks up at me with those perfect, steely grey eyes, his dark hair hanging in his face; lips swollen from kissing me.

God, he’s beautiful.

He’s all I’ve ever wanted.

And he’s mine.

I’m going to spend every day making sure he knows it, too.

I pull my shirt off before getting onto the bed and crawling over top of him. Our cocks rub against one another and I groan.

“Not bossy,” I say as I tilt his head back by pressing my thumb against the column of his neck. His pulse hitches and I grin as I kiss the sensitive spot that makes him moan. I love how responsive he is to me. “I just know what I want.”

Cameron lets out a deep groan as I kiss my way up his neck to his ear.

“And I want you, just like this,” I tell him, letting my tongue roll over his throbbing vein. I watch his eyes fall shut and I take the moment to reach over and open my end table drawer. It’s a bit of a stretch, but I grasp the lube quickly enough.

“Fuck, Austen,” he breathes.

“Just a second, baby,” I say without thinking.

Maybe before I would have second guessed such a word, agonized over whether I should say it or if saying it would make him uncomfortable, but now…

Now I want to say it over and over, and judging by the way he’s thrusting himself against me, I’d say he likes it.

I squirt some lube on my fingers and waste no time finding his tight hole. It takes me a minute to feel around for his prostate, but when I find it, I’m rewarded with the deepest moan, his cock leaving sticky trails along my skin.

“You like that?” I ask as I slowly build a rhythm. “You like it when I call you mine, baby?”

I slip a second finger in and his breath catches in his throat. Cameron lets out a strangled grunt as I take his cock in my free hand. My thumb runs through the precum that’s collected at his slit as I scissor my fingers inside of him. His voice is strained and his breath is rapid.

“Yes,” he groans.

“I’ll remember that,” I tell him.

“Oh my God, Austen…” His voice is strained. “I’m—”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to come already,” I taunt him. “I’m not even in you yet.” My sarcasm is heavy, but Cameron laughs, his voice thick with need.

“Then stop doing that,” he says humorously as he pushes me away from his cock. Then his voice deepens, all humor gone as he thrusts against my fingers. “And fuck me, already.”

“And you call me bossy,” I say as I remove my fingers, lining myself up. I grab the lube, hissing from the sudden cold sensation, but it warms soon enough. When I’m covered, I grip his hips as I push my way in, watching his eyebrows furrow, his lips part. He arches his back instinctively, taking more of me, and I push until I can’t go any further. He’s tighter than I remember, but then again, it’s been months. Still, despite that, there is no pause, no moment of tension. Between my thrusts and his, we find our rhythm quickly.

“So fucking close,” I say as I kiss his throat. “Baby.”

“Me too,” he says, his fingernails digging into the flesh of my ass as that grip, that force I love comes back as I thrust into him, hard and fast. The headboard rattles against the wall in tandem with his moans, my rapid breathing, and the sound of wet skin slapping. It’s a perfect symphony. “Make me come,” he whispers as his mouth finds mine.

I grab his cock, my hands still a little slippery from the lube.

“You didn’t say please,” I tease him, grinning wildly knowing how close he is. How close I am. God, I missed this. I missed the way he feels wrapped around my cock, how his solid body feels beneath me. How he smells so good, how he makes me feel like anything is possible as long as he’s here.

“Please,” he grits out through his teeth.

I swallow his cries, tasting the sweetness of the moment on his tongue as we both dive over that edge at the same time, coming together in unanimous synchronicity. Like perfectly written code.

Warm cum spreads along my abs and my chest. He cries out my name as I detonate inside of him. His hand finds its way in my hair and he grips me tighter, sliding his tongue in my mouth.

He kisses me slowly and deeply. I love it. I love him.

This…

I could get used to this.

When we finally break away and I pull out, exhaustion hits. I get up and head to the bathroom wordlessly. I clean myself up and grab a warm towel to hand him while I collect our clothes, which are all over my apartment. With each garment I pick up, my smile widens.

I toss him his sweatpants. We’re both dressed and beneath the covers in record time. I pull him close, threading my leg through his.

He falls into my proximity with ease. His warm palm finds my hip, and I’m overcome with so much emotion, I have to bite my damn lip to keep from crying.

Because this… this is what we were always supposed to be. Best friends. Lovers. So much more.

“I love you,” I say, the words clear and strong. “I love you so fucking much, Cam.”

Cameron grins before kissing the side of my mouth. “Feeling’s mutual. Baby .” He smirks, and I can’t deny the heat crawling into my cheeks, and I know it’s not from my warm covers. But I don’t hide it.

I never want to hide from him. Never again.

I roll over and turn off the light then shift closer to my boyfriend . He pulls me close to his chest, his warmth surrounding me, and I smile. I find his hand over my hip and slide my fingers through his and fall asleep like a damn baby.

Home never felt so good.