Unspoken Vows (The Unspoken Love Series)

by H. P. Davenport

  I lean in closer, placing my finger under her chin, so she looks at me. Knowing that I have her full attention. “I love you.”

  Camryn leans up and whispers against my lips. “Love you, too. Let’s go tell the realtor.”

  I take Camryn’s hand in mine and walk to where the agent is standing in the living room.

  “This place is great, but we decided we’re interested in the houses in Berkeley rather than condos in the city.”

  The agent claps her hands together. “Perfect. I have a beautiful home to show you today that I think you just might like.”

  The car ride to Berkeley Heights didn’t take long. It’s right over the bridge in New Jersey and convenient for commuting to the city.

  When we step out of the car, Camryn’s hand flies to her mouth. “This is exactly the type of home I envisioned for us.”

  I slide out of the back seat of the car and my eyes fall on what caught Camryn’s attention. The house is stunning.

  “This development is still under construction. There are a few models to select from if you don’t like this particular one. Follow me,” our agent says and points to the driveway.

  A dramatic three-story foyer welcomes you to this custom, new construction home.

  “This foyer is massive. Look how high it goes. It makes the entire area look so much bigger,” Camryn says excitedly, squeezing my hand in hers.

  The realtor is reading off her iPad. “This house has over four thousand square feet of luxury living. There are five bedrooms, and four-and-a-half baths. The home has been built with attention to every detail.”

  We walk into the kitchen. It’s expansive with a center island that opens to a family room with a gas fireplace.

  “Jamie, look. The yard is fenced in. We could put a pool back here if we want.” Sliders overlook the patio and a half-acre of private property. There is a first floor en-suite. The remaining four, large bedrooms are on the second floor.

  We walk into the master suite which features a tray ceiling, as well as his and her walk-ins.

  “Look at this closet. It’s like heaven on Earth. Imagine all the clothes, shoes, and handbags we can put in here.”

  “Well, considering I don’t have that many shoes and handbags, I think we’ll be fine,” I say jokingly and squeeze her hand in mine.

  Camryn follows me to the stairs to explore the rest of the house. The bedrooms on the second floor are all very spacious. The main bathroom up here has a jetted tub and stall shower. The larger of the three bedrooms up here has an en-suite and walk-in closet.

  We climb the stairs to the third floor. It has an open floor plan.

  “Babe, this is considered the fifth bedroom. We can either use it for storage, make it an additional bedroom, if needed or leave it as a recreational sitting area. I think it would be great to put some furniture in here and turn it into a media room. Hang a flat screen on the wall over there,” I point to the back wall, “and put the furniture along here.”

  Camryn straightens her shoulders and clears her throat. “Jamie, this is it. I knew I would know the moment I saw it. This is the one. I want this house.”

  I push my hands deep into my pockets. “It is convenient to the city and the commute should be easy.”

  “Let’s go tell the realtor,” Camryn says without hesitation.

  A week has passed since we put our bid on the house. I hear Camryn toss her keys on the table by the door.

  “I got your text earlier,” she says as she stands in the doorway of my bedroom.

  “Not the best of news, but we’ll find another.”

  “I don’t want to be an ungrateful brat, but I really wanted that house. It was our dream home.”

  “Come here,” I say and hold my hand out to her. I pull her into my lap and wrap my arms around her. She lays her head on my shoulder.

  “You are not a selfish brat. I don’t want to live here forever, Camryn. This place was great when it was just me. I know it’s not big and we could never have a family here. As long as we fill our house with love, it will be our home.”

  I tighten my hold on her. “We may not have gotten this house, but we will find one that will be ours.”

  She sniffles, “But I wanted that house. I pictured us growing old in it. It was perfect.”

  “Any house that we live in will be perfect, as long as the two of us are together each night when we go to bed.”

  “What happened? Did someone outbid us?”

  “Yeah, the agent said that someone came in and offered more than the asking price. We agreed what our top offer would be.”

  Camryn lifts her head and takes my face between her hands. “We can afford to go higher.”

  I kiss the tip of her nose. “I know we can, but the house isn’t worth thirty-grand more than what they were asking. That’s being foolish with the money your grandparents left. We could use the extra money to help furnish the house. Whatever we don’t spend we could invest for our children’s education one day. I don’t see the sense in giving it to them just because we have it. We should be sensible.”

  Camryn kisses me, then climbs off my lap. She walks over to the doorway that leads to the bathroom. She lifts her shirt over her head revealing a sexy black bra. She tosses the shirt in my direction.

  “I wanted the house, but you’re right. As long as we fill our house with love, it will be our home. Come join me. Let’s fill this bathroom with our love.”

  I undress quickly and meet Camryn in the bathroom. She’s standing in her underwear and bra by the shower door. She leans in and turns the water on.

  My eyes travel up and down her body.

  I groan a little at the sight of the lace front that I can see her perky nipples peeking through, but when she turns around and I catch sight of her firm ass hidden beneath those sexy-as-fuck underwear. My cock hardens at the sight.

  Her sexy underwear laces up in the back with a pink bow at the top.

  She gives me a knowing smile. “Do you like what you see, Mr. Banks?”

  “You knew I would, that’s probably one of the reasons you bought them,” I say, my voice hoarse.

  Camryn gives me a wicked smile and runs her hand down my stomach, taking my cock in her hand. With her free hand, she beckons me to come closer. She leans up, her mouth next to my ear. “I know you’re an ass man.”

  “When it comes to you, you know I love every fucking part of your body.”

  Before she can say another word, my fingers hook into the side of her underwear, pulling them down. Hauling her hips upward, she wraps her legs around my waist. Her arms wrap around my neck tightly as she leans in and bites me. My erection surges. My arms tighten around her, my palm flat on her back.

  I moan when she licks the spot she just bit. Pulling the shower door open, Camryn still tight against my body. My hands work quickly to remove her bra, tossing it to the floor. Slowly my finger presses inside of her causing her to moan.

  Placing her feet on the shower floor, needing to touch her, I spin her around. Pushing her against the wall, I pin her wrists at her sides, pressing my body to hers. She turns her head to meet her crushing lips once more with mine. Water streams down her body, glistening her curves.

  When I manage to pull away, my mouth moves slowly to her earlobe, and bites. “I’m gonna make you scream my name before I fuck you,” I growl.

  Bending to my knees, I bite her ass cheek, pressing my mouth against her ready wetness.

  She yelps.

  Spreading her legs wide, I feast on her. She grinds her pussy against my face.

  “I love my face between your legs.”

  “I love your face between my legs even more…want you so much,” she moans.

  Usually she will try and grab my hair and pull my mouth away from her clit, but with her positioned against the wall, she doesn’t have that option today.

  As much as she claims she can’t handle anymore. She can. She wants more. She needs more. And she won’t be satisfied until she comes all o
ver my cock.

  When she tries to move, my hand presses to her lower back to hold her in place. Her breaths quicken as I continue my attack with my tongue. I insert one, then two fingers and thrust my fingers in her farther.

  I want to hear all her murmurs and sexy cries, knowing I’m the reason for them. I want to hear her groan and moan my name as she comes.

  Her breaths come faster. “Jamie… Don’t stop.”

  Curling my fingers inside her, hitting her favorite spot, I kiss her pussy in a relentless devour, ravishing her until she cries out.

  Her legs begin to tremble and give out from under her. I grab her by the waist and flip her around. She trembles and a soft gasp falls from her lips.

  “I got you, Tink.”

  “Don’t let me fall,” she stares down at me with dreamy eyes.

  “Never,” I say, standing and capturing her lips.

  “Put your legs around my waist, baby.”

  She wraps her trembling legs around my waist as I kiss a path from her neck to her breasts. Gently, I capture her nipple between my teeth, tugging on it. Sucking it into my mouth. Her body tingles from my touch as goosebumps form on her skin. My tongue circles the rose-colored nipple that is swollen from arousal. Camryn grabs my face, pulling me toward her. She crushes her mouth against mine, her tongue sending shivers of desire racing through me. My fingers tighten in her hair as I grind my dick against her core.

  I grip her ass, pulling her toward me. My dick nestles perfectly between her legs. I position the head of my cock against her opening.

  She’s so slick, there’s nothing better than knowing you are the reason why. You are the one who made her wet. The air around us electrifies. A sense of urgency drives me. I grind my cock against her wet opening. With one thrust, I fill her to the hilt.

  Our pace is slow at first. I thrust again, deeper, harder, faster. A tingling sensation forms in my spine. “You’re killing me, Jamie,” she whispers, her breath hot against my ear. Her body tenses against mine. Her muscles clamp down around me, pulsing. My dick is going to explode.

  Satisfaction purses my mouth. “I want you to come again,” I say as I push into her. I know she's close, I can feel her pussy pulsing in time with my thrusts. Our bodies are in exquisite harmony with one another.

  Camryn tips her head back under the steam of water.

  I thrust again, deeper, harder, faster. I’m not gonna last much longer. She claws at my back. I hit that perfect spot she loves.

  “Come, baby.”

  She moans, “Yes.”

  Her hazel eyes close, “I’m not gonna last much longer,” she pants, clawing at my back, squeezing tightly with her fingernails.

  “Look at me, baby. Don’t close your eyes. I want to see you come. I want to see what I do to you.”

  She opens her eyes, her whole-body flooding with desire. Camryn looks at me, then bites her lip.

  “I love you, Camryn.”

  She whispers, “I love you, too.”

  Her smile steals my breath, and the wicked gleam in her eye makes my dick jerk. Her pussy tightens around me, pulsing, gripping it like a vise as she climaxes. I thrust my hips hard.

  Slipping my hand between our bodies, I press my thumb against her swollen clit causing her to moan. “Yes.”

  I circle her clit and thrust my cock inside her forcefully. Her inner muscles continue to clamp down around me as her climax tears through her. Her muscles clench around me tightly. My hips tense against her when I find my release and come with such force.

  “Fuck,” I growl, my hips jerking against Camryn’s body. I come hard, my orgasm rockets through me, making me weak in the knees.

  She rests her forehead against my shoulder, trying to catch her breath. My muscles are languid. I don’t know how I’m still upright. We stand like this for a few moments without saying anything.

  All I know in this moment is that this woman is mine forever and I cannot wait to spend every day of my life with her.

  Camryn

  When I walk into Aces, Lincoln looks up from his conversation with Christian, pointing in my direction. Being overprotective as always, Christian catches up to me standing by Jason, the bouncer, and escorts me back to Lincoln and now Morgan. Morgan steps in and hugs me to her body.

  “Are you good with drinks?” Lincoln asks.

  “I need to grab one, but I’ll wait for the waitress to make her rounds this way. No rush.” I say.

  Lincoln motions for the waitress who heads toward us. I keep it pretty simple tonight and order a vodka and cranberry.

  When the waitress returns with our drinks, I pull out one of the stools to sit next to Morgan.

  My eyes search for Jamie. I find him off to the side talking to Spencer. He looks absolutely gorgeous tonight in his black, fitted shirt and jeans. His defined, bare arms show off his colorful tattoos on full display.

  My eyes focus on the most recent one added to his forearm…two koi fish. The tattoo is stunning, just like the man.

  Jamie chose to have one koi fish swim upstream and the other downstream.

  The upstream fish representing overcoming an obstacle and are now strong enough to swim against the current; the downstream fish shows you have already achieved your goals and are no longer fighting the current.

  When Jamie came home from Vegas with his newest addition, I cried when he told me the meaning behind it. He held me in his arms and explained how every time he looks at his forearm, he thinks of me and everything we’ve been through. This man has my heart, body, and soul completely.

  I can stare at Jamie for hours and never get tired of looking at him. My fiancé is attractive, and downright sexy. As if Jamie knows I’m thinking naughty thoughts, he lifts his head and his eyes find mine at the table.

  “I've got to head back to the bar and help out. If you need anything, let me know,” Lincoln says.

  “We’ll be fine,” Morgan replies.

  Lincoln nods his head and makes his way back to the bar. I follow in quick pursuit.

  Lincoln rounds the bar and starts loading bottles of beer into the cooler.

  “Can I ask you a favor,” I ask.

  “Sure, what’s up?”

  “You don’t have to say yes,” I say nervously.

  “How could I deny you anything? Have you seen the way your puppy eyes work?” Lincoln says playfully as he continues to fill the cooler.

  “Stop, you’re embarrassing me,” I say tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

  Lincoln grabs a towel and wipes his hands. “That’s not my intent. What can I do for you, Camryn?” raising his brow at me.

  “Can I borrow the keys to your office?” I can’t even look him in the eyes. Embarrassment floods me. I’d bet my cheeks are flaming red.

  Lincoln doesn’t ask any questions, he places the keys in my hand, closing my fingers around them. “Just make sure I get them back when you’re done.”

  I nod and hurry away.

  The bar isn’t crowded yet since the band doesn’t go on for another hour. I walk over to where Jamie is standing. I lean up to his ear, “Come with me,” I whisper.

  “Where are we going?” he asks giving me his signature smile.

  “I'm going to show you. I promise I can make you smile bigger than you already are.”

  Jamie links my hand with his. “Show me the way, my love.”

  With our hands intertwined, we walk across the dance floor and head down the hall toward Lincoln’s office. My hands are sweaty as I try to put the key in the hole. The keys fall to the floor.

  “Let me help,” Jamie says and picks them up.

  Once in the office, Jamie spins me around, my back slamming against the door. The sound of the lock echoes in the office; the music filtering in from the bar adding to the encounter.

  I drop to my knees and flick the button on his jeans and inch them down slowly. My fingertips run over his erection, which is growing by the second. I grab the waistband of his boxers and slide them down his legs.
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br />   My lips brush the tip of him, and his hips buck. I smile and repeat the motion several times. Each time applying a little more pressure. I linger over the tip, sucking it deep into my mouth. I pull back and trace my tongue on the underside of him along his pulsing vein. I don’t take him all the way in, I want to make him wait, to make him suffer.

  Jamie’s fingers tighten in my hair. “Fuck, babe.”

  I take him in my mouth, easing him in inch by inch as his hips arch. He thrusts his hips, but not too much. He urges me to take him deeper.

  I take what I want and give him everything he needs. I grab his cock tightly in my palm and alternate between sucking, licking and pumping my fist up and down his erection. Jamie lets me have control, never thrusting too roughly. He can perform on stage to the largest of crowds, but this is my show tonight, right here.

  I continue to tease Jamie with my tongue and lips. I curl my tongue around the swollen head, gently allowing my teeth to scrape over his sensitive skin.

  Jamie’s hips thrust involuntarily, giving me more.

  I look up and hold Jamie’s gaze for the longest time.

  “That’s enough, I’m not coming in your mouth,” Jamie growls and pulls me up from under my arms. He hoists me up, my legs wrap around his waist, my arms around his neck.

  His hands push my dress above my hips and pushes my thong to the side. Gradually, inch by inch, Jamie presses himself inside of me. With each thrust of his hips, he gets deeper inside of me. My fingers dig into his back, wanting to feel all of him.

  “Jamie, don’t stop.”

  He thrusts his hips harder, filling me, driving into me. “You are so beautiful. God, Cami. I can’t get enough of you,” he says in between each thrust.

  I lean my head back against the door, closing my eyes.

  “Look at me,” he whispers.

  “God, you’re so tight. I want to stay just like this for the rest of my life.”

  My body is on fire, my core is tingling with desire. As my climax ricochets through my body, a moan of ecstasy slips through my lips. My whole body floods with desire. “Jamie, don’t stop. Just like that. Keep doing that.” I bury my face into his throat as my body quakes from my orgasm.