“I know. I can’t believe we’re three and a half months away from having a baby. How crazy is that?”
Camden chuckles. “Some days, I can’t believe it. I’ve been enjoying you pregnant that I can’t imagine you not being pregnant. I may have to knock you up again soon.” He winks at me.
Butterflies swarm in my stomach. Does this mean he sees us together for the years to come? Building more than just this small family?
“Slow your horse.” I shake my head. “One at a time, sperm boy,” I tease because seriously, he must have super sperm.
A deep laugh rumbles through him, and it hits me directly in my core. Everything about him turns me on.
“We have time to grow our family,” he agrees. “I love seeing you like this, so I plan on having more babies.” He releases my hand and moves his over my stomach. “Sexy as hell,” he says hoarsely.
Plans of the future, his words and actions, they make me want to demand that he pull over on the side of the road and have his way with me. People weren’t kidding when they say pregnancy hormones make women sex-driven. Or maybe it’s just my natural reaction to Camden—pregnant or not.
“At what time is Berkeley picking you up?” He pulls into the garage in his apartment building.
“Six-thirty.”
“Good, we’ve got plenty of time to get dirty before I clean you up in the shower.” Camden kills the engine and looks at me with the expression of a starving man faced with his favorite meal.
His hands cradle my face, and his lips land on mine in a demanding kiss. His tongue desperately traces the seam on my lips, begging entry. I open for him, my own lips and tongue moving of their own accord, seeking him and stealing every kiss from him.
“Need you.” His hands roam down the sides of my body.
“Take me,” I whisper against his lips before fusing our lips together and kissing him deeply.
Camden breaks away and opens his door. “Let’s go.” It’s a simple command that moves a shiver up my spine. I’m out of the car and next to him in record time. My body hums with anticipation.
As soon as we step into the elevator, Camden’s mouth is on mine again. I swear, this is the scene from every sexy movie I’ve ever watched. All we need is for Marvin Gaye to play over the speakers.
A giggle bubbles in the back of my throat, and I try to swallow it down, but Camden notices, and when he leans his head back, I sputter all over him.
“What’s so funny?” His eyebrows pinch together.
“Nothing.” I lean in to kiss him, but he inches back.
“Tell me.”
“It’s nothing. I was laughing at my imagination.” I shake my head.
“Oh, yeah? And is there something fucking hilarious about what you’d be imagining while I kiss you? I was hoping for moans, not giggles, Kiwi.” He lifts his eyebrows as his voice rings with amusement.
“Ugh.” I toss my head back against the elevator wall. “I was just thinking that this is right out of a hot movie scene. You know, the elevator make-out, not caring if there are cameras watching because you desperately need the other person.”
Camden smirks and steps close until our bodies are as flush as possible. “Kiwi, I’m about to give it so good that every fantasy you’ve had will pale in comparison.”
I thickly swallow as anticipation builds like a slow-coming snowstorm. His hands tangle in my messy hair as his eyes pierce into mine.
One beat.
Two beats.
My heart punches my ribs with each beat as I wait for Camden’s next move. His body is pressed against mine, and it’s not just his muscles that are hard against me.
“Cam,” I whisper, leaning my mouth to his.
“I’m gonna make you forget every fantasy and replace them with my body, my lips, my touch.” He’s wild when he kisses him, his hands roaming down my back until he grips my butt and presses me into him. I gasp into his mouth when I feel his erection so close to where I want him.
When the elevator pings open, Camden drags me down the hall and hastily unlocks the door. As soon as the door slams, he has me pinned against the wall in the entrance, arms above my head, and teeth nipping my jaw before he kisses trails along my neck. I moan and arch into him, needing some kind of friction.
“Need to taste you.” He drops to his knees, and I squeeze my eyes closed. Cool air hits my lower body as he yanks my leggings down my legs and helps me step out of them. Camden blindly flings them over to his side as his sole focus is on me.
I cry out when his thumb moves along my core, teasing my clit.
“Eyes open and on me. I want you to watch me make you feel so fucking good.” His dirty mouth.
I peer down at him, and when our eyes lock, Camden runs his tongue over my pussy, causing me to jolt. A crooked smile marks his lips before he grabs my leg and swings it over his shoulder. Next thing I know, I’m crying out in pleasure as his mouth devours me.
His gaze flickers between my eyes and my body. His lips close around my clit, and he sucks it into his mouth, thrusting his fingers inside of me. The sensations swirl together, leading me to the brink as my body buzzes with my orgasm. I feel like I’m soaring as my heart drums in my ears and my body tenses. Camden laps up every last bit before standing and kissing me.
“You taste so good. I’ll never get enough of you. And when they ask me what I want my last meal to be, my only response will be you.”
I groan, and my hands fly to his jeans, messily working on undoing the button and zipper. Camden stops my hands and finishes the job for me. Before I can fist his hard length, he grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me. My legs wrap around his body as he thrusts into me against the wall of his apartment like a man on a mission, every nerve-ending in my body reacting to him as if he were the sole owner and in this moment, no one else owns me the way he does—body, mind, heart, and soul. I’m all his.
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“Spill the tea,” Noel says as soon as Berkeley and I walk into her apartment. “I’ve been dying to hear what’s going on with you and Camden. Since he’s always around, we haven’t really been able to get into details during our talks, and I’m dyyyying,” she draws out dramatically and finishes off by tossing her head back in exasperation.
“She has been. She keeps asking me if I know anything, and I only know what you’ve told us,” Berkeley says as she sits on the sofa.
“Also, you’re the most adorable pregnant woman ever, and I miss you like crazy.” Noel hugs me before placing her hands on my belly and bending down. “Hello, beautiful boy. I’m your Aunt Noel. I’ll be the one to teach you all about how to sneak in drinks before your twenty-first birthday.”
I laugh and sit on the sofa next to Berkeley. “You’re crazy.” I point at Noel.
“But you love me,” she shrugs. “Anyway, I know you can’t drink alcohol, so I made a mocktail.” She walks over and places a tray with a pitcher full of a bubbly, light pink liquid. “And…” she lifts a bottle of vodka. “I’ve got this to spike ours,” Noel winks at Berkeley.
“I very much approve of this plan. I could use a drink or five.” Berkeley fills her glass with the mocktail and then adds a hefty shot of vodka to it, stirring it with her finger. No shame in her cocktail game.
“What’s going on?” I turn to look at Berkeley.
“Tough week at work,” she shrugs. “We have an older woman staying at the hotel, and she’s difficult. I’m just glad I’m off today, so I could see you.” Berkeley takes a drink of her cocktail.
She’s a receptionist in a hotel here in Richmond, but she’s always wanted more out of her career. Although she studied hospitality, she’s been stuck in the same position for years.
When I told her about Averly’s bed and breakfast in Everton, her eyes lit up. I know Berkeley dreams of having her small hotel one day, and I hope she makes that happen soon. If not, this job is going to suck her passion dry.
“So, tell us what’s going on. How are things with Camden?” Berkeley smi
les.
“They’re good, great actually. We’re together, together, and honestly, he’s been amazing. I never thought he’d be the kind of boyfriend that he is, but he’s blown my expectations way out of the water.”
I tell them how caring and thoughtful he’s been and how attentive he is with the pregnancy. Noel and Berkeley sigh and smile.
“I’m so glad things are going well. Are you guys going to get married before the baby’s born?”
I choke on my drink when I hear Noel’s question. “Married?” I squeak. “We’re together, and yes, we’re having a baby, but I don’t want to rush into something just because we’re having a baby together before we’re sure if things will work out. It isn’t the right reason to marry someone.”
As much as I want to have a family with Camden, I don’t want to make a decision based on what society rules as right or wrong. If we get married, I want it to be because we’re both ready for that step, whether our son is one or eighteen. Well, I hope I wouldn’t have to wait eighteen years if we’re still together.
“I think that’s smart,” Berkeley comments.
“I bet we’ll be hearing wedding bells sooner than you think.” Noel tips her half-empty glass in my direction. “Which brings me to my next thing.” She stands and grabs a gift bag. Berkeley snorts next to me as she tries to hold back her laughter.
“What’s going on?” I move my gaze between them. “We said no gifts.”
“I know, I know, but we saw this thing that was so perfect. We had to get it.”
“But—” I begin to argue, but Berkeley lifts her hand to stop me.
“Open it before you say anything else.” She laughs again, and Noel glares at her.
I take the gift bag and pluck the tissue paper from it before grabbing the present wrapped in more tissue. As I peel back the tissue paper, I burst out laughing.
“Oh. My. God. This is…” I gasp for air. “I can’t even.” I lift the boxer briefs in front of me, staring at a red pair of boxers with the phrase, This cock belongs to Allyson, on the crotch, except that instead of the word cock, there’s a rooster.
“It goes perfectly with the rooster from your apartment building. Now you really got yourself some cock,” Berkeley says on a chuckle.
“How did you get a picture of me?” Next to the crotch is a picture with my face and someone else’s body hugging the crotch.
“Instagram, duh,” Noel playfully shakes her head in exasperation.
“This is… I don’t even know what to say,” I shake my head.
“Just thank us and record Camden when he first sees it, Noel adds.
“He’s going to love this,” I say, placing the boxer briefs on my lap. I can’t help but laugh again as I stare at it.
“Own it, girl. That cock is yours.” Noel laughs. “I wish we would’ve recorded your face when you saw it.” She leans back on the other side of the sofa, next to me.
“This is the best gift I’ve received in a long time.” I place it in the bag, giggling.
We spend the rest of the evening catching up, laughing, and eating pizza. I miss having my friends nearby, but I’m lucky that I get to hop over to this side of the Atlantic and see them. I somber realizing it might not be as easy to do once the baby is born.
“I know you have a boy in your life now and all that, but let’s not lose our daily chats.” Noel hugs me.
“You ladies should come visit me soon. I miss you more than you know.” I give them both a hug when Camden arrives to pick me up.
“We will.” Noel nods.
“Yes, as soon as I get some vacation time, we’ll make plans to see you. Don’t forget to show Camden the gift,” Berkeley giggles.
I stare at my best friends for a few minutes before walking away, holding back tears. Living far from the people I love is hard, but the experience of living and working abroad is an amazing opportunity.
By the time I get to Camden’s car, he’s standing by the passenger door. His hands land on my hips as he leans in for a kiss.
“Did you have fun?”
“Yes, I miss them so much.” I smile as I get into the car when he opens the door.
“I’m glad you had fun,” Camden adds once he’s seated in the driver’s side.
“How about you?” I shift to look at him as he pulls onto the road.
“It was good to see Luke, although it hadn’t been that long since I’d seen him like it’s been for you with the girls.” He reaches for my hand as he drives us back to his place.
“Noel and Berkeley got us a gift. Technically it’s for you but also for me. I’m not sure.” I shake my head and giggle.
“What is it?” He glances at me from the corner of his eye.
“You’ll have to wait ’til we get home.” I squeeze his hand.
As soon as we arrive at his place, Camden asks to see the gift. His eyes widen, and a loud cackle bursts out of him when he sees the boxer briefs.
“This is hilarious.” He holds the boxers out in front of him as he inspects it. “Well, this cock is yours,” he winks.
“One day, they called me after I had heard a rooster crowing from my bathroom, and I made the joke that I moved to Spain for the cocks, which, of course, held the double meaning. It’s been a joke ever since, so this is perfect.”
Camden loops his arm around my waist and pulls me to him, my swollen belly limiting how close we get. “The only cock that’s yours is mine. Or am I going to have to make you forget all others before me like I did earlier today?” He arches a brow.
A shiver moves through me, and I swing my arms around his neck. “I’m not thinking about any other but yours,” I smirk. “Besides, it’s not like there were a ton before you,” I add on a whisper.
Camden groans and squeezes my behind, pulling me as close to him as I can get, but there’s no mistaking the hardness pressed against me. “You’re the only one I want, too.”
“I’m going to assume you mean pussy and not cock because this would be really awkward if so.” I laugh at my own joke, and Camden growls, slapping my butt.
“Kiwi… You, only you.” His lips sneak into the crook of my neck, kissing and sucking until I’m melted goo in his hands.
“Glad we’re on the same page,” I tease, tugging the back of his hair until he’s looking at me. I get on my toes and whisper so close to his lips. “Are you gonna kiss me or what?”
Everyone who came before him, every heartache, every kiss, every touch melts away as Camden’s lips fuse with mine, and I get swept into a fairytale that is guaranteed to have a happy ending.
chapter 25
Camden
Sitting next to Allyson on the flight to Madrid reminds me of the first flight we took together to New York after spending the night together. She was a nervous wreck, babbling and giving me shit. What a difference six months and a pregnancy make. Now, her head is resting on my shoulder as she sleeps, her hand protectively over her stomach.
I love how she’s always aware of the baby, protecting it in some way, and already being the best mom possible. I could watch her like this for hours, and it would never be enough. This woman has stolen my heart, and I sure as hell don’t want it back.
I lift the window shade and peek out into the sea of clouds. We’re almost to Madrid, and I can’t wait to sleep for the next fourteen hours. I’ve never been one to sleep on a flight, let alone one this long. Closing the shade again, so the light doesn’t wake Allyson, I lean my head back on the seat. Seven hours on an airplane will drive you stir-crazy after a while. To make matters worse, none of the movies on the entertainment television sound interesting, and I’ve already seen the TV shows.
I press the screen on the seat in front of me and look at the games. I touch the Solitaire icon and watch as the cards load before I start playing. Halfway through game three, Allyson shifts and lifts her head. I look over at her with a smile.
“Hi.” Her voice is raspy.
“Hey, Kiwi. How’d you sleep?”
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sp; “Good. Not the best position for my neck, though.” She smirks and sits up, stretching her arms out as a wide yawn splits her mouth open. She covers it quickly with wide eyes.
I chuckle and wrap my arm around her shoulder the best way I can and pull her to me, kissing her full lips. Then, I move my hand to her neck and start massaging. Allyson moans near my ear with closed eyes. I watch her face twist and relax as I work out a knot.
“That feels so good,” she whispers.
I wish we were in the privacy of her apartment. My boxer briefs feel tight around my crotch—not the red pair with Ally’s face on it that her friends gave her. I chuckle to myself.
“What’s funny?” She looks up at me through her lashes, and she’s a real beauty—all soft and sweet and innocent with a twist of mischief and trouble that I love bringing out in her.
“Just thinking about those boxers.”
Allyson giggles, hiding her face against my shoulder. “They’re so funny.”
“Definitely a unique gift.”
“I can’t wait to get home, shower, and sleep. I swear my feet are so swollen I have cankles.”
I bring my hand around from her neck to her face, splaying my fingers across her cheek as I hold her. “You’ll get to sleep on your comfy bed soon.” I kiss her forehead and then bend to kiss her stomach.
“How long do we have?” Her voice is soft, and she looks at me with what could only be love. I recognize it in her eyes the same way I feel it in mine.
“Forty minutes, according to the map.”
“I can’t wait.” She rests her head on my shoulder again, her hands holding mine as we wait to land in Madrid. Having her in my arms, even in an uncomfortable airplane seat, is heaven. I’ll take crowded seats, snoring strangers, and swollen feet any day if it means having Ally in my arms.
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The customs officer begins talking in Spanish instead of stamping my passport and letting me continue on my merry way.
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