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Cam

Delicious – caption from Cam’s social media post – a picture of him eating one of Sadie’s race-themed cookies , May 1st

“Where did this come from?” I ask, pointing at the cat dish in our backyard filled with kibble.

“From the pet store.” Sadie smiles, walking past me into the house.

I tilt my head. “But we don’t have a pet?”

“He could hear you.” She holds a finger up to her lips. “It’s for Boo. What if he’s hungry?”

The cat is clearly well-fed. I doubt we’re the only house in the neighborhood he visits, but she looks so excited . “Good for him,” I say, following her into the kitchen, where there are a few dozen sugar cookies cooling on the counter.

“I feel like I’m getting in on this during the fun part,” I say.

“You won’t be saying that after your hands ache from squeezing these damn piping bags,” she giggles.

She’s been learning how to decorate with this kind of icing and offered to make another set of race-themed cookies for me to use for content.

“Have you ever thought of starting your own business?” I ask. “You could have a bakery, or you could make baking videos if you wanted.”

“I have thought about it. Devon suggested it a few times, and Allie has said she’ll sell my stuff at Turbine Café if I decide to open a bakery. But I like that it’s a hobby. I don’t want to monetize it. I don’t want baking to be a job,” she says, pulling a bowl full of frosting out of the refrigerator. “They both like running businesses, but I like having a job I just do and then don’t have to think about later. I play with spreadsheets and analyze data, and then I don’t . It’s perfect.”

“That does sound perfect for you. When you explain it that way, I’d hate to see you lose any of the joy you get from baking,” I say, watching as she begins to prep piping bags. “Are you going to let me help with this?”

“Not yet,” she says, her eyes dropping to my lips.

She keeps doing that. And I’m sure I do , too.

We just got back from Devon and Rhett’s place this morning. It’s been less than a day since she told me her secret, and it’s all I can think about.

How the hell someone was with this gorgeous woman for nine years and never once tasted her blows my mind.

I don’t want to push her, but I know she’s interested. Her mind was racing, so I dropped it. But now I’m second-guessing myself. If I’d waited for her to answer, would she have said yes?

“Cam,” Sadie’s voice cuts into my thoughts. I realize I’ve stepped in closer to her, and now I’m the one staring at her lips.

“Yes?”

“What are you—” she swallows, pulling her shoulders back. “What are you thinking about?”

It doesn’t really count as her bringing it up, but I might go absolutely mad if I don’t ask her just one more time.

“You sure you want to know?” I ask, lowering my voice.

She nods. “Please tell me.”

“Same thing I’ve been thinking about since last night,” I say, wanting to touch her but making sure I keep my hands to myself.

“Oh?” She swallows again.

My eyes scan her face. “You are absolutely stunning. Your freckles, those dimples, your lips. Do you know I’m obsessed with your lips?”

“I didn’t know that,” she says, her voice almost a whisper.

“I am,” I nod. “I’ve been thinking about them, and I’ve been thinking about what I offered you.”

“I’ve been thinking about that too,” she says.

Good.

“Any chance you’re ready?” I ask, like it’s an idea of when, not if.

She holds my stare for a long moment, but this time I stay with her, watching as the wheels turn in her mind, and she decides if she—

“Yes.”

She said yes.

It was a long shot, but I had to take it. A second time. No risk , no story. But this isn’t about a story I’ll tell, it’s about the story that’s been unfolding between Sadie and me long before either of us ever realized it.

My hands bracket her hips, and I lift her onto the one area of marble counter that isn’t covered in cookies and drop to my knees.

“Right now?” she asks, pressing her hands to the counter’s edge between her legs.

“Did you have another time in mind?” I ask.

“I guess not. I just—” she takes a shallow breath. “It makes me nervous.”

“That’s okay. You can trust me, and I’ll take it slow.”

I wait for another long moment to pass, and she finally moves her hands, bracing them outside her legs. “Okay.”

Still on my knees between her legs, I grip them, running my fingers up her calves to her knees. I dip my head and place a soft kiss on the inside of her right thigh, easing her into the feeling of having me down there. When I turn my head to do the same on the other leg, her muscles tense under my fingers. Looking up, I see she’s digging her teeth into her bottom lip as her chest rises and falls on tight breaths.

It’s gonna take a lot more than a few soft kisses between her knees to make her comfortable.

When I stand up, her mouth turns down. “Wait? Why did you stop? Did I—”

The insecurity dripping off her words breaks my heart.

“I’m not stopping, love. Don’t worry.” I say, scooping her off the counter and carrying her into the living room. I lean her back onto the pillowy couch until I can cage her in with an arm on either side of her head. “Why don’t we start with something else?” I ask, dipping down to kiss her.

The tension in her body shifts the moment our lips touch. Instead of fear, her body buzzes with anticipation, her fingers grasping onto my shoulders as her lips meet mine. We’ve been here before, and she knows what to expect—what to do. And she does it so well.

I’ve been dying to kiss her again—properly—for weeks. Taking my time, I bask in slow, searching presses of our lips and seeking tongues.

“You are gorgeous when you kiss me,” I tell her between kisses.

“Your eyes are closed, Cameron,” she giggles, pressing another kiss to my lips. “You can’t know that.”

With a hand at her waist, I roll us so we’re both lying on our sides, facing each other. “I assure you, I can know that.”

Her eyes sparkle with anticipation, a sly smile on her lips, as I tuck my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and draw them down her legs.

Taking my time, I let my hand drift up her leg, paying extra attention to the scars there. When my fingers graze the edge of the longest one, she flinches. My eyes snap to hers as I run my hand over her thigh again, my palm covering an expanse of scars.

She flinches again. “You don’t have to touch them.”

That fucking asshole. I don’t have to ask to know what’s making her insecure. “I want to touch them.”

“But my scars aren’t part of,” she lowers her voice to a whisper, “going down on me.”

My lips pull into a smirk as I tap the tip of her nose.

As expected, she giggles, loosening up a little again.

“It’s cute that you’re too shy to say that out loud, but you’re okay with me doing it.”

I kiss her nose in the same place, then move down her body to her beautiful, scarred leg. My lips find the lowest scar, all the way down on her calf. “And the point isn’t only for me to go down on you.” I kiss the next one higher. “It’s to worship you.” My hand turns her leg, giving me access to kiss another scar. “I want all of you.” and another. “Every single inch.”

“They’re just ugly . I hate them. You shouldn’t—”

“No, you shouldn’t.” I continue kissing up her leg, covering every bit—scarred or otherwise—with my lips. “Every part of you is just as beautiful as the next. If it takes the rest of my life to erase the ugly comments some useless asshole put in your head, then so be it.” She begins to soften again, sliding her leg under my hands to help me reach the best angle for a scar high up her leg. “I’m happy to cover you in kisses every night until it clicks, but I will not let you talk about yourself like that—not while you’re with me.”

She doesn’t admit that they’re beautiful like the rest of her. I knew it would take more than one afternoon to change her mind about something so deeply rooted, but she stays loose and comfortable in my hands as I do my best to convince her with my kisses.

When I reach the top, I kiss the soft curve of her ass, my fingers sinking into her flesh as I breathe out a curse. “I’ve been dying to do that ever since I saw you in that tiny bikini bottom yesterday morning.”

“Grab my ass?” she giggles.

The underwear she’s wearing now covers even less than the bikini did, leaving plenty of skin for my hand to explore. “This is magnificent,” I groan, bringing my face up to hers again.

“It is not ,” she says, using the same tone she does when she thinks I’m being ridiculous. “It’s just an ass.”

“What did I just say? Every part of you is beautiful, and you will not deny that when you’re with me.” I drag my teeth along her lip. “You aren’t allowed to argue compliments about your ass. It’s perfect.”

“It is n—”

I interrupt her. “I’m serious.”

Her cheeks flush, and she buries her face in my chest. “Fine.”

“You’re doing great,” I reassure her.

I dip two fingers under the hem of her tiny lace panties, running them from the curve of her ass cheek, over her hip, and forward, pausing when I reach the front of her pelvis.

Her eyes meet mine, and she nods in silent approval. This is new territory for us , but not for her, so I’m hoping it will help her trust me with the rest. When my fingers find her wet center, her hand drops to my cock, gripping me through my pants.

I breathe out another curse, undone by the simple touch. I need her in every way, but today, I want to take care of her, guide her through something new—not use her for my own pleasure. As my fingers trace a slick line to her clit and back, she begins to unbutton my pants.

“Does it make you more comfortable if you’re touching me too?” I ask, my movements slow and deliberate.

“More comfortable?” she asks, her hands stilling. “Not necessarily, but shouldn’t I?”

“ Shouldn’t you?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “No, you shouldn’t unless that’s what you need. Remember what I said last night? I want to focus on you, make you feel good.”

Her face twists between pleasure and concern as I begin slow circles on her clit. “Do you not like—”

“I love every way you touch me,” I interrupt her. “But I don’t want you thinking about me right now. I want you to try to be selfish.” Adding the smallest amount of pressure, I ask, “Do you think you could do that for me?”

Her hand leaves my cock, and she digs her fingertips into my biceps. “I can try,” she breathes.

My fingers trail down, slipping into her entrance. “I’ll help you.”

She closes her eyes, holding tightly onto me. But her features soften as I sink my fingers deeper, letting soft moans slip from her lips.

“You’re going to help me be selfish?” she asks, her voice breathy as I ease her onto her back.

I drop my lips to her collarbone. “Yes, sunshine. All you need to think about is what feels good for you. If I do something you like, will you tell me?” I increase the speed with my hand.

“Like that?” she asks, tightening around my fingers. “I like that .”

“Exactly like that,” I say, maintaining the pace. “But I also need you to tell me if you don’t like something.”

When she doesn’t respond, I start to pull my fingers away from her wet heat.

“Hey, I didn’t like that ,” she breathes, almost frantic. “Don’t stop.”

I resume my movements, kissing the mound of her breast exposed by her low tank top. “You promise to tell me if you want me to stop?”

“Fine,” she sighs.

Needing her panties gone, I reach to her hips to pull them down. Immediately, her hands fly to the hem of her tank top to help me undress her. “Will you let me?” I ask. She’s not very good at being taken care of, but I can teach her .

Her voice is breathy when she responds, “Let you what?” She pulls the shirt over her head, revealing her peaked pink nipples and soft, rounded breasts. The sight of her is enough to derail my thoughts.

“You are gorgeous. Have I told you that lately?” I ask, tugging her panties past her feet.

“Like three minutes ago,” she giggles, leaning back and crossing her arms over her middle.

“Mm, still true,” I hum, uncrossing her arms. “Maybe even more so.”

Bringing myself to lay over her, I tilt her head to mine for another deep kiss. “Next time, I want to undress you myself.”

Her brows furrow briefly, but she agrees. “Sure, but Cam?”

“Yes, sunshine?” I ask, moving down her body, leaving kisses every few inches.

“Can you—I know you don’t want me to touch you, but—would you, so I’m not the only one?”

Sitting up, I see that she’s gesturing to my cock . Of course , she doesn’t want to be the only one naked. Standing, I peel off my shirt, pants, and boxer briefs.

I make sure she understands, “I always want you to touch me, in any and every way you’d like. But today isn’t about what I want. You understand how much I want you, don’t you?” I ask.

It’s no small pleasure I get from seeing her eyeing my naked cock, thick and throbbing for her.

“I understand,” she answers with a thick swallow.

It’s the middle of the day, and light pours into the living room through the glass doors leading to the backyard, giving me a clear view of her smooth breasts, stomach, and thighs, as I kneel before her on the couch. My hands glide over her calves, into the folds of her knees and higher, until I’m between her legs. When I grip the back of her thighs to open them wider, she resists. Being bared like this might be too much for her. Instead, I kiss the inside of one knee, moving up her thigh until I can use my shoulders for the same purpose. As my mouth reaches the crease where her leg meets her body, she opens wider for me.

I stare at her glistening pink sex, marveling at the luck that makes me the first man to experience her this way.

“Please don’t tease me, Cam,” she whispers.

Immediately, I lower my face for my first taste of her, starting with simple, tender kisses—letting her learn the feel of my lips in her most sensitive area. Her legs remain tense, so I hold them steady, grounding her to me as I soothe my thumbs over the base of her ass cheeks.

When I add my tongue to the kisses, she gasps, rocking her hips into me.

Looking up, I see her watching me, hands gripping the cushions of the couch.

“You can touch me,” I say, kissing my way down until I reach her entrance. “Hold my shoulders, squeeze me with your legs, dig your fingers into my hair.”

The second I suggest it, she does just that, curling her fingers through my hair as I dip my tongue inside her. She holds on tight as I delve deeper, slowly building the intensity until I think she’s ready for me to move to her clit.

I start with another simple kiss, then a swipe of my tongue. Her hips rock again, and she moans loud enough that she gasps afterward— embarrassed by the sound?

“You can make noise if you want,” I tell her between swipes of my tongue.

“But what if—I mean, I’m sure no one can hear, but you don’t mind?”

“Mind? I don’t mind,” I shrug, my shoulders tipping into the soft undersides of her thighs. “I love it.”

The urge to devour her quickly rises, but it’s not what she needs, and it’s not what I want. I want to stay here, my face buried in her slick arousal, her hips rocking against me, tiny gasps slipping from her mouth with every pass of my tongue.

When her fingers tug at my hair, it takes a moment to realize she’s not pulling me in pleasure but trying to pull me back. I release her, looking up. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she nods, her brow drawn tight with concern.

“Did I do something you didn’t like?” I ask, smoothing my hand across her belly.

“No, no. That was all—I liked all of that,” she says with a shy smile.

Pride flares in my chest. “Then why did you stop me?” I ask.

“I just figured you probably didn’t want to keep going.”

Those words come from somewhere deeper than a passing thought, so I draw her legs off my shoulders and move forward, crossing my arms over her belly so I can look into her eyes. “I was having an amazing time, actually. Why did you think I wasn’t?” I ask.

She holds my stare for a while, searching for words. “I just—he used to—” she sighs. “I’m sorry.”

I don’t completely grasp her meaning, but it makes sense that he’s the source of her anxiety right now. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

Her fingers return to my hair as her peaked breasts rise and fall with a shaky breath. “I’m taking too long to come, aren’t I?” she asks.

Once again, her insecurity tugs at something deep in my chest. How could anyone let her feel this way? “Not at all. I was just getting started.”

“Really?” Her eyes widen. “But you don’t know how long it takes me to get there.”

I lower my voice, holding her gaze. “I don’t care how long it takes you.”

“You’ll care eventually,” she says, nails twirling against my scalp.

“I loved every second of that.” Doesn’t she understand? “You seem to think this is a chore for me, but it’s not.”

Her brows lift in surprise. “ I loved every second of that, but I can’t expect you to spend your whole day licking my pussy.”

“That was barely ten minutes,” I chuckle, dropping a kiss to her sternum. “Licking your pussy all day would be an ideal outcome for me.”

“You cannot be serious,” she laughs.

She still doesn’t believe me. “You are delicious, and feeling you move around me—feeling how you react to my touch, learning what your body needs—it’s a gift.”

Her face tightens as a denial forms behind her lips. “It’s fine. I don’t really want to come.”

“That’s the least adorable lie you’ve ever told me.”

“Okay, you’re right,” she admits. “I just feel bad.”

There it is. She feels guilty that I’m putting in effort for her pleasure. “Have you ever tasted yourself?” I ask.

“No,” she shakes her head.

“I think you should.” Even though her taste still lingers in my mouth, I dip down, quickly swiping my tongue through her wetness for the full effect.

She gasps, a laugh escaping her—an entirely new sound. One I want to hear again and again.

Coming up, I hold her face in both hands and pull her in for a kiss. She swipes into my mouth with her tongue, but it’s different this time. She’s tasting herself for the first time—on my tongue. My cock throbs at the realization.

“It’s not bad,” she comments, licking her lip. “Kind of salty and sweet.”

“ Not bad? I believe I said delicious.”

She giggles. “If you say so.”

“Do you still want me to do this?” I ask.

After a few breaths, a shy smile curves her lips as she nods.

“Try to relax,” I say, moving down her body again. “Let me get lost in you.” Kissing across her hips and then over her sex, I begin with tender kisses once more. “I’m not going anywhere. I literally do have all day.”

Her response is a hum and a slight lift of her hips to meet me. Fingers twine in my hair as I drape her legs over my shoulders again. Taking my time, I savor long, searching swipes of my tongue, pulling with my lips until she feels soft and yielding beneath me.

When I glance up, her limbs are lax, her peaked nipples rising and falling with each heavy breath as she watches me with eyes heavy with desire.

She is beautiful as she takes her pleasure. She is everything.

Concentrating on her clit, I bring my fingers to her entrance. She’s slick and ready, accepting me eagerly as I push inside. I pay attention to every moan, every rock of her hips, the way she clenches around my fingers, and the pull of my hair, finding the rhythm and pressure she needs.

As she nears release, she whispers my name over and over until I swipe my fingertips against her g-spot, and she switches to a full, “ Cameron ,” on a moan.

Her legs shake, tightening around my head, pressing me in with her hand until she reaches her climax. Her sensual moan is cut off with a muffled sound as she buries her face in a pillow. Next time, I’ll make sure she knows it’s okay to be loud. I stay with her, continuing every movement with my lips, tongue, and fingers, until she pulls away.

She’s sated, eyes sparkling as she stares at me—a level of wonder I’ve never seen before.

“Cameron,” she says again, this time with a satisfied smile.

I move to sit next to her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her in for a kiss. “Oh, you liked that?” I ask with a low chuckle.

“I did,” she says, resting her head on my shoulder.

“You ready to go again?” I ask.

“ Again ?” she says, incredulous.

“Trying not to be offended by the shock in your voice, Winslow,” I say, sliding down so I’m lying on my back. “Did I not tell you all day?”

“You did, but— Cam !” Her objection is cut off in a squeal as I grab her hips and drag her to me.

“Do you want more?” I ask.

“You don’t have to—” she cuts off her own denial, “You know what? I do want more.”

“Good. So do I,” I say, pulling her over until she straddles my face.

She makes that gasp-laugh sound again as I start moving my tongue over her clit.

Using my grip on her hips, I pull her down against my face, rocking her hips in time with my tongue. She’s ready for me now, softening and letting her weight settle.

“Like you stole it, baby,” I say between swipes of my tongue.

“ Cameron ,” she squeals. “Oh, my word. I cannot ride your face.”

My hands grip her hips more firmly, rocking her in time with my movements—showing her that she can ride me. It only takes a few seconds before she gets the movement, bracing herself with her hands on the back of the couch as she rolls her body, pressing into me more firmly. And exactly as I wanted—as I’ve been craving—she uses me for her pleasure, crying out when she reaches her peak.

Breathless, she shifts back, resting her weight on my chest. From this angle, her hair looks completely pink as she leans over me, a smile that’s both giddy and sensual spread across her lips.

“Just beautiful ,” I say.

“Maybe,” she says, looking off to the side.

“Absolutely,” I insist, squeezing her full ass cheeks. “You ready for more?”