Page 101 of Never Bargain with the Boss
“I love you,” I grit out as I thrust into her. It’s the last attempt at tenderness I have.
Fuck, how is she so wet and tight at the same time? Her walls grip me so well that I swear I could come just soaking in her. But I pound into her again and again, and her legs wrap around my waist as her arms go around my shoulders like she’s holding on for a wild ride even as I try to slow us down.
I swipe my fingers through the point where we’re connected. “Love this pussy.”
“It’s yours,” she gasps, panting as I fuck her. She even takes my finger alongside my thick cock, hissing at the delicious stretch. I give her a few strokes like that, both of us groaning at the added sensation.
When I pull my finger from her pussy, I tease it over her lips, painting them with her juices. “Love this mouth.”
“I’ll remind you of that next time you’re wishing I’d shut up,” she pants, her tongue slipping out to lick my fingertip.
“Never,” I vow, kissing her quickly and tasting her pussy on her lips.
“Love this heart.” I press deep inside her and pause, my balls against her ass, to lay a kiss to her chest.
“It’s yours too,” she cries out. Even the small moment of stillness has her hips bucking wildly, chasing me, chasing her pleasure. “Cameron, please.”
I unwind her legs from around me and press them back so that her knees are toward her shoulders, effectively folding her in half, which opens her even more for me. Her hands are everywhere, roaming my body like she can’t find a place to get a grip, but she doesn’t need to hold on. Because she’s mine, trapped with my hands at the backs of her knees, putting her at my mercy.
Except I have none. For either of us.
Two broken, fucked up people who found love in the most unexpected of places at the least appropriate time but succumbed to its power despite all odds.
I reward us both for being brave enough to take this chance at happiness by driving into her willing body recklessly, roughly fucking her deep and fast until we’re nothing but pleasure seeking a release.
I think I chant her name, or maybe just nonsense sounds. I can’t be sure because my pulse is roaring in my ears so loudly that it’s all I can hear. Until Riley lets out a high-pitched cry of surrender as she comes. That I hear, and I let it anchor me to this moment.
The moment our trueafterbegins.
RILEY
By the time we have to check out of the hotel, there are handprint smudges on the full-length mirror, the chair is broken, both beds have been fully used and abused, and the bathroom… well, let’s just say I’m glad the vanity is securely attached to the wall because we tested it thoroughly.
I also have handprints on both pink ass cheeks, a pussy full of several loads of cum, and Cameron has half-moon fingernail marks on his chest from when I needed leverage to ride him the way I wanted to. I think he’s going to need an extra protein shake today to keep up his energy after all the fucking we’ve done.
At the front desk, the clerk is polite and straight-faced as we check out, but her eyes are jumping from me to Cameron and back. I can almost see her trying to figure us out because we don’t match. At least on the outside. But inside, where it matters most, we do. Well, maybe notmatch, but we complement each other.
“Thank you for choosing us for your stay,” she says brightly.
“I need to switch the credit card for the room charge, please,” Cameron tells her. I touch his arm, shaking my head and silently arguing that he doesn’t need to do that. I can pay for my ownhotel. He drops his chin and lowers his voice. “I’m paying for the chair we broke and the rest of the stay too.”
His tone is serious, but I can’t help but giggle. We did a number on that chair, and are lucky neither of us broke an arm or a leg when it fell over. One of the legs fully cracked in half while we were mid-fuck, with Cameron seated and me straddling him, and we’d both tumbled to the floor in a heap.
Apparently, Cameron wasn’t quiet enough, though, because the clerk is pressing her lips together, fighting for her professional life to keep from laughing too. “Of course, sir. I can make that change to the reservation for you.” She clicks a few buttons, likely noting the broken chair, and Cameron hands his card over. As she hands it back, she bids us, “Have a wonderful day.”
Outside, I burst out laughing, folding in half as I clumsily still try to walk to my car. Cameron laughs with me as he loads my suitcase and duffel bag. He helped me refold and pack all my clothes, which are going to need a wash anyway after being tossed to the floor so we could make better use of the bed.
At the driver’s door, he crowds in against me, his hands on my hips. It’s cold out, even in the midday sun, but I find myself not wanting to separate from him despite us having our own cars at the hotel. I don’t think he’ll change his mind in my absence, but still, I feel this desire to stay with him.
“You okay?” he asks, brushing a lock of my hair behind my ear.
I lick my lips, taking a big breath and really soaking in this moment. “Yeah, just thinking about what’s gonna happen when we get…” I pause, not sure if I should be the one to say the word.
“Home, Riley. We’re goinghome. We’re going to talk to Grace, who is going to be over the moon, so you should prepare yourself for that. We’re going to rearrange the closet so you can put all your clothes in there with my things. And then we’regoing to have a good night. Probably eat dinner, watch a movie, drink some tea on the patio.” I tilt my head, giving him a bitchy glare when I remember that he apparently hates tea, but he just stares back because he also apparently likes me enough to drink it anyway. “And then we’re going to bed, together. The same way we will every night from here on out. We’re a family. You, me, and Grace.”
It's ridiculous. It’s fast. But the smile that lights up my face is bright and filled with years of longing. The small bit of wind dies down, leaving the air still like fate is telling me to be still too. This is where I belong, where I’m staying, where I’m putting down the deepest of deep roots. “Say it again.”
“What part?”