Me fucking him from behind.
I reached for more lube and found my place, pressing inside him again.
Cam growled, rough and through clenched teeth, head dropping as I hit a spot I hadn’t found with him on his back.
His body swallowed me up, drawing my thighs to his, my chest to his back, his wider frame a stone column of strength that felt like a challenge.
I ground into him, testing us both, and the answering bolt of pleasure sent my face between his shoulder blades.
Too much.
But it was perfect, and the dam broke, the smouldering heat between us expanding into something almost feral. I fucked him harder. Rattling his balance, wrecking mine, composure dead and buried at the side of the road.
A frantic sound tore through me.
I pushed Cam down, forcing his chest to the mattress, fucking himharderstill, wild to the reality of him letting me take him like this. Of how much he was giving up to let it happen.
Of how much he needed it.
I lay over him, tipping his head to kiss him, claiming his sharp breaths, and the deep, deep moan that rumbled from him, only to cut off as his body began to tighten around me, stealing what little rhythm I had left.
That violence returned, filling the space. I drove inside Cam as if I was carving a home for myself—one I already had, but my body hadn’t got the memo. Like we were mating, a feeling I’d lived through before with him and Alexei both.
He came.
I released inside him.
I bit his fucking neck like I owned him.
It took a long time to come down. I eased Cam onto his side, curving my body around him, his hand rooted to my hip, keeping me inside as he battled his laboured breaths.
Dizzy, I sought sanctuary between his shoulder blades again. But I cared about him more than I cared about passing out. I braved my spinning head and sat up a little, taking his hand, letting my cock slip from him.
I laced our fingers together, noting the chill in the air as my blood cooled.
Fire needs stoking.
Keeping Cam warm became my priority.
I left him for the brief minutes it took to add more wood to the burner, fetch water, and find a pillow to slide under his head, the way Mateo always did to Embry, whether he needed one or not.
Cam tipped me a slow grin, one that was somehow wry and shattered at the same time. He didn’t speak though, and I liked that—the quiet. The steady thud of his heart as I lay down beside him and pressed my palm to his chest.
I almost fell asleep. But I wasn’t sure he was okay, and I had to know.
Rolling to face him, I brushed his hair out of his eyes, noting the flicker in his gaze as he shifted on the old mattress. “I hurt you?”
“Nah, my fucked shoulder’s grumpy today.”
“Why?”
“Cos I’m old.”
I waited for the real answer. Let his tired eyes haze over again as he pondered whatever it was, and I wasn’t sad it took a little time. My favourite things about fucking him—and Alexei too—were these still moments when he wasn’t thinking about a thousand things at once. Just a couple I could keep up with and maybe even help rationalise enough to let him sleep.
Cam needed sleep. Lots had changed in our lives, but not that. He didn’t thrive on the thrill of insomnia or forget to rest until he fell over. His heart needed it, or it would break—he’dbreak. Because he loved us all so fucking much.
His work-hardened palm slid along my jaw, calloused fingers finding a home in my tangled hair. He rolled onto his side again, pressing his face into my neck, nuzzling the scar I’d forgotten about until we found each other all those years ago.