He’d proved me wrong that day, and fresh heat zipped through my blood as I pictured it. Cam pinning me down and riding me, his face cinched with the best kind of pain. Me rolling him over and slow-fucking him until the craziest release had blown me apart.
“Saint.” Barely a whisper, Cam’s plea was somehow deafening. He held my face like I had his when I’d jumped off the rig. “I need you to stay with me tonight. I missed you.”
I’m here.
His grip on me tightened, his breath catching like it did when emotions he’d spent way too many years repressing caught up with him.
I took his hand and pinned it above his head. “I came back.”
“I know.”
“He’s coming back too.”
Alexei.
“I know.”
Then what the fuck had put fear in his eyes right now?
I pinned his other arm over his head and paused. Even if he didn’t believe it, Cam was stronger than me. I gave him every opportunity to throw me off, to shift us to a more even power balance.
He didn’t fucking move.
Just held my gaze as if my eyes had all the answers, and if I thought about it enough, I’d figure out why. But he’d asked me to stay tonight when he already knew I wasn’t going anywhere without him. That I was home, even if Alexei wasn’t. Which meant he needed me out of my head, and loving him had taught me how to do that.
I focused on the raw desire that had taken hold of me while I’d been thinking in circles. I was so fucking hard, but I lived with the belief that there was nothing on earth as solid as Cam’s dick when he wanted me or Alexei.
When he wants us both.
I couldn’t give him that—not tonight.
But I could give him me.
I raided the lube stash I was pretty sure Rubi had added to when I hadn’t been paying attention. There was no other reason for a vibrating tentacle plug to be in my van.
Couldn’t complain about the lube though. It was the kind of shopping I always forgot about. I didn’t think about sex much unless I was having it—or watching it...
Stay.
I kissed Cam, caressing his inked throat with one hand while I guided my cock inside him with the other.Missionary. I’d grown to like it, with him, with Alexei, though between them it was a wildly fucking different experience.
Alexei goaded me to fuck him harder.
Cam locked onto my gaze as if it was the only thing holding him together. As if he had no clue that he was the glue in my fucking soul.
I pinned his arms again and rocked into him. He groaned, tension gripping every sinew of his muscular body. Getting fucked was a process for him, in that, we were the same.
Look at me.
I thrust deeper.
His eyes cracked open, molten with heat. “You’re gonna kill me with that big dick.”
You want it.
“I fucking love it.”
Still holding him down, I fucked him slow enough to relax him, tracking every reaction and emotion that lit up his face, bringing my knees closer to find the angle that made him throw back his head.