“Thank you for your advice,” Jordan said. “I’ll take everything into consideration.”
“Yeah, babe. Fuckin’ do that. Remember, he got a fuckin’ dick, so he got fuckin’ pride. Don’t make the motherfucker feel as if he ain’t a value to you, in all fuckin’ areas. I know you a independent bitch. Just find a fuckin’ way to get what the fuck you want without makin’ him feel dickless.” He started down the hallway toward the Neonatal unit, a place he was quite familiar with. He stopped and looked at Jordan again. “I woulda fuckin’ hired him and Knox firm, but them two motherfuckers the stupidest fuckin’ PI’s goin’. I’da have to shoot the fuck outta them for fuckin’ up, so I can’t help the motherfucker bank.”
Jordan shook her head. What else could she do with such an announcement?
He grinned at her and started backing away. “Now, go take care of my fuckin’ girl, doc, so you can get to your motherfucker.”
“Have a good evening, Mr. Caldwell.”
“Yeah, babe. You do the fuckin’ same.”
Mr. Caldwell’s words weighed on Jordan for the next two hours—the time it took to get Meggie to a room and then the drive time to Cam’s place.
When she walked into the apartment, the television played in the background. Cam had removed his shirt, socks, and shoes and yawned as he closed the door.
She was exhausted herself, having seen patients from eight o’clock this morning. It was after midnight now.
Cam walked up behind her and put an arm around her waist, nuzzling her neck.
“Are Meggie and the baby okay?”
“They’re just fine.” Turning to face him, she placed her arms around his neck and kissed his mouth. “I’ll tell you all about it later. Right now, I’d prefer to talk about us.”
He smiled. “I like the sound of that.”
They both yawned. She ended hers on a laugh. “I need a shower,” she informed him.
He indicated the direction of bathroom. “Your wish is my command.”
“Would you care to join me?” she asked, sashaying in front of him.
“You didn’t even have to ask,” he rumbled, hot on her heels.
The rose petals on the bathroom floor caught her by surprise. Unlit tea candles lined the edge of the bathtub.
“Oh, my God. Cam!” she breathed, covering her mouth. “This is for me?”
“Yeah, baby. But I’ll do it right some other time.”
“I’m so sorry for ruining our night.”
He pulled her to him. “Jordan, it’s okay. I’m sure there’ll be many days like this.”
Mr. Caldwell had given her food for thought, but she didn’t know how to broach the subject without coming off as a bitch. However, she knew what made Meggie’s marriage work was the open communication she and Mr. Caldwell had.
“Cam,” she started. “I have to talk to you and I need you to be honest with me.”
“I’ve never lied to you and I’m not about to start.”
“How did you feel when I mentioned house-hunting?”
Shame and guilt crossed his face. “I understand why—”
She placed her hands over his lips. “No, you don’t. I didn’t ask that. I want to know your feelings.”
“Damn it, Jordan, what do you want me to say? I’m happy you can afford whatever the hell you want. I just wish I…” His voice trailed off and he scrubbed a hand over his face. “You deserve the world, baby. I want to be able to give it to you and Ava.”
“Cam, as long as we have you, we have everything,” she responded, the words shared with him out of trust. He wouldn’t use them against her. “But I understand your point-of-view. Let’s compromise. Pay to completely remodel the family room and we’ll stay in that house.”
“You shouldn’t have to do that because I’m an egotistical asshole.”
“You’re not an asshole,” she insisted. “Relationships are about compromise. That’s what I’m doing.”
Cam cupped her face. “Jordan, listen to me, baby. A part of me is old-school, where a man took care of a woman. That meant taking care of it all, including buying or remodeling their home.”
“Cameron…” Jordan began, leaning into his touch.
“Let me finish, sweetheart,” he interrupted, massaging her cheek with his thumb. “If I were the one with the bigger salary, I wouldn’t have a deflated ego.”
“Nor would you even notice the difference,” she pointed out. “I didn’t realize this was a problem.”
He bent and kissed her. “It wasn’t, until today, when I wanted everything to be perfect for you. All of a sudden, our different tax brackets hit me. Hard.”
She wouldn’t ever take his feelings for granted and searched for a way to put him at ease without making matters worse. “I listened to you. Now, it’s your turn to listen to me.”
He nodded.
“Neither of us are rich. Granted, my profession has afforded me to live a certain lifestyle. You’ve also lived a certain way because of your association with Knox and his family. I love you. If scaling down our lifestyle will make you happy, I’m willing to do it for you.”
“I’m a lucky man to have a woman like you.” After giving her another kiss, he released her and stared into her eyes. His were dark and troubled. “You’ve worked hard to reach this point in your life, baby. I’d never allow you to compromise your ideals for a dumb assfuck like me.”
“Assfuck?” she echoed.
“Something Knox got from Outlaw.”
“Got it.” She shoved aside this new cuss word and returned to the matter at hand. “What should we do? How do we meet each other half way?”
“Will you truly be okay if we remodel the family room?”
She thought for a moment, then nodded. “I’ve overcome a lot of adversity, Cam. As long as we change the décor and the furniture and their arrangement, I’ll be fine.”
“Okay, fine. We’ll do it your way for now and remodel that room. In a few years, we can buy our dream house together. In about five years, I intend to have a huge firm and a salary to match.”
Smiling, Jordan wrapped her arms around his neck. “So we’re okay for now with my suggestion, babe? It won’t put a strain on your wallet?”
Cam’s face fell and Jordan damned her stupid words.
“Cam…”
“Shit, sweetheart.” He heaved in a breath. “I want you to have the best of everything. The best materials. The best furniture, but the engagement ring I want for you will completely wipe out my savings.”
Houses and salaries and remodeling flew out of her head. “What ring?” she asked on a gasp.
Cam winced. “That didn’t come out right.”
“Oh my God!” she screamed, jumping up and down. “That came out perfectly.” She hugged him. “By the way, I don’t need an expensive ring.”
“I can’t believe I fucked up my proposal.”
She laughed. “You didn’t,” she insisted. “It came out just as it should have.”
“Are you certain?”
“Positive,” she whispered and kissed him. “You haven’t asked me yet.”
“Fuck. I’m…yeah…wow. I can’t believe this.”
“Ask me!”
Dropping down to one knee, he grabbed her hand. “Jordan Will, will you marry me and make me the happiest man in the world?”
“Yes, Cam!” she cried. “Yes!”
As she sealed her answer with a kiss, Jordan knew she had a long and happy life ahead. She had a beautiful baby and the man of her dreams.
Two months later
“You look very nice, Mr. Caldwell.”
Christopher scowled at Doc Will. They stood in the vestibule of the church where he and his wife had wed. He didn’t have a fucking clue how the fuck Megan had fucking convinced him to wear a motherfucking monkey suit for Doc’s wedding. He’d sworn, fucking vowed, she’d never get him in a fucking tuxedo again. Ever.
Fucking never.
Ever, ever, ever.
Yet, here the fuck he wa
s, in a fucking monkey suit to walk Doc down the aisle. His pussification marched the fuck on.
The doors opened.
Christopher held out his arm to Doc Will. He felt the tremble in her fingers and his irritation fell away. She’d asked him to walk her down the aisle for a reason, since she didn’t have a pops to do it. He needed to step the fuck in line and do what the fuck he was supposed to.
“I got you, Doc,” he said softly. “It’s fuckin’ fine to be fuckin’ nervous, but your motherfucker waitin’ for you. You gonna do just fine, marchin’ down the fuckin’ aisle. Okay?”
“Thank you, Mr. Caldwell.”
Christopher grunted. “Now can we get the fuck? Motherfuckers standin’ the fuck up, lookin’ at us like we fuckin’ crazy cuz we just standin’ here.”
She gave a high-pitched laugh and the pulse at her wrist increased.
“Just fuckin’ follow my fuckin’ lead.” Patting the back of her hand, he held tightly to her and started forward. “Smile and fuckin’ walk, babe,” he whispered. “That’s all the fuck you gotta do. Smile and fuckin’ walk. Smile and fuckin’ walk,” he chanted with each step they took.
Finally, they reached the front, where the bridal party stood. Catching Megan’s gaze, he winked at her, pleased when she threw him a kiss. She’d finally recovered from Ransom’s birth. Tonight, Christopher intended to fuck her brains out.
“Don’t fucking faint, sugar,” Roxanne, Doc’s maid of honor, called. “Outlaw got you here.”
“’Law, why you standing there?” CJ, his oldest boy, called from his seat, one in a row of their little motherfuckers.
“Fucka!” one of the children yelled. There were so many, their voices blurred in Christopher’s head. He just knew it wasn’t one of his little motherfuckers.
The priest threw him a disapproving glower.
“Fuck you, Wilcunt,” Christopher snapped. “Ain’t my kid, so don’t look at my ass like that be-fuckin-fore I pluck the fuck outta your fuckin’ eyes.”
“Christopher!” Megan called, close enough to hear.
“Outlaw, please, don’t ruin my wedding,” Cameron called.
“At least you don’t have a crazy daddy after your ass,” Mortician said.
For whatever reason, Doc had wanted all of them to be a part of her wedding.
“Yeah, Cookie,” Val added. “Outlaw old man shot the fuck out of me before him and Meggie had a chance to say their vows.”
“Would all of you shut the fuck up, so Jordan and Cam could marry?” Roxy ordered.
“Jesus Christ, can you all behave in church?” Knox, Cam’s best man, asked.
“These Cro-Magnons don’t know the meaning of that word,” Zoann, Christopher’s sister and Val’s wife, said.
Christopher glanced at Doc. She looked a little shell-shocked. He really didn’t want her day ruined, so he put his fingers in his mouth and whistled. Immediately, everybody shut the fuck up.
“Wilcunt,” Christopher said to the priest. His real name was Wilkins, but he looked down on Christopher so much, pretending to be so holy, while accepting bribes from the club and a fucking honorary membership. “My ass givin’ Doc a-fuckin-way. Her motherfucker meet with my approval, so marry them right fuckin’ now.”
“Omigod. Really, Christopher?” Megan said.
“I’m giving you to your motherfucker now, Doc,” Christopher said. “You in good fuckin’ hands. Just remember if he fuck with you, let me know and I’ma fuck him up. Hear me, babe?”
“Loud and clear,” she said with slight laughter. “But I’m sure that won’t be necessary. Cam’s one of the good ones.”
Christopher nodded, then offered Doc’s hand to Cameron. After shaking the man’s hand and clapping him on the back, Christopher stepped out of the way and grinned at his wife, ignoring her evil eye.
As the priest started the ceremony, Christopher went to Megan and kissed her.
“Behave,” she warned in a whisper. “Stop disrupting Doctor Will’s ceremony.”
“My cock and me can’t wait to get the fuck in your pussy, baby.”
“You’re so fucking disgusting,” Kendall complained, leaning in closer to listen. “I’m a week from delivering JJ and he can hear everything that’s going on, including your bad language. Please, stop.”
Christopher glared at his sister-in-law while Megan frowned. What the fuck that had to do with Doc’s wedding, he had no fucking clue. He wouldn’t fucking point out her fucking ass was fucking cussing, too. He was happy the bitch had finally decided to name a kid after his brother, but fucking JJ was too fucking close to CJ, proving her psycho cuntness was alive and thriving.
Instead of responding, he turned his back on her and listened to the ceremony, glad everything had worked out for Doc Will.
She was a good bitch and deserved nothing but a lifetime of happiness.
Cam carried his new bride over the threshold of their hotel room, then set her on her feet and kicked the door shut.
He put his arms around her waist. “Damn, I love you, Jordan.”
She smiled, wisps of her hair framing her face. She’d had her braids removed for their wedding and had her natural hair straightened and styled in an up-do. Baby’s breath was woven in the dark strands, but she’d changed from her white sheath gown to a silk jumpsuit for the reception and their traveling.
The other women looked good, but his wife? She was class, brains, and sex all rolled into one curvy body.
She covered his mouth with her own, tapping her tongue against his lips to demand entry. In the last few weeks, he discovered she wasn’t shy about her sexual needs.
He loved that about her. Hell, he loved everything about Jordan. Her bravery, her determination, her dedication. When Megan had gone into labor, for instance. He knew damn well that she was desperate for him, but she went to the hospital anyway.
“You’re thinking,” she murmured against his mouth, stealing a final kiss from him, before leaning back and staring at him.
She knew him so well. He grinned. “I was thinking how long it finally took for our first love making session,” he said, tasting her lips again.
“Ummm, but it was worth every second.”
He cupped her ass. “It was,” he agreed. “Besides, I would’ve been barred from the club if I was the one who kept you from delivering Megan’s baby.”
“Oh, hush. Mr. Caldwell isn’t that bad.”
Cam disagreed. He wasn’t a punk ass bitch, but Outlaw shook him at times. “You’re just saying that because he walked you down the aisle.”
“I’m saying that because he came for us. He didn’t have to. He could’ve left us to handle Stein and Silton alone.”
A tiny bit of guilt hit him. Should he confess?
“I thought all along Roxy had alerted them.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him an adoring gaze. “She said it was you. It takes a strong man, who knows his own sense of worth, to be able to call for backup.”
He laughed sheepishly. “I was on the police force. We know when to hold them and wait for the cavalry.” He swore he wouldn’t ever tell Jordan another untruth, but he couldn’t ruin that tender admiration her saw on her face.
Cam thought about the fact that Outlaw needed to take out her brothers-in-law because of those photos, but dropped it. Who cared? If she wanted to think that fucking Outlaw was a hero, he didn’t give a fuck. He would have never imagined himself admiring a man like that…but he did.
“Are we going to spend our entire honeymoon talking about them?” he demanded. “There are much better ways to use our mouths.”
She laughed and ran her tongue along his throat. “I wonder what that might be.”
“Why don’t I show you?” It was time to make love to her for the first time as his wife.
From the moment they’d met, he’d known she was the woman for him. He’d worked to make that happen, and he’d live the rest of his life worshipping her and their little girl.
Taking their kiss from sw
eet to demanding, Cam unfastened the buttons at the top of Jordan’s jumpsuit. The material slipped away, revealing her luscious breasts. He kissed a path to her nipple and sucked the brown tip into his mouth.
She moaned, encouraging Cam to continue. Her fingers played at his nape. He shivered at her touch, burying his face in the valley of her breasts and licking the tiny mole there. His cock was so swollen that he felt it would burst out of his tux but he meant to take his time. Treasure his new wife. Tease her until she begged for him.
Typically, Jordan surprised him.
“Cam, I can’t wait any longer,” she panted, begging him before he had the chance to play with her. “I need you inside of me.”
Straightening to his full height, he took her mouth again and unzipped the bottom half of the jumpsuit, exposing her hairless pussy and smooth ass. She stepped out of the outfit and stood before him in only a pair of high, strappy sandals, with a thin heel. Wicked thoughts raced through his head at the sight of her kiss-swollen mouth.
She smirked at him and brought her hands to his fly, unzipping his trousers and grabbing his cock.
“Commando,” she said, gazing at him through her lashes. “I like.”
“When you told me you wouldn’t wear any panties underneath your jumpsuit, I couldn’t be outdone. Besides, I’ve been so hard for you that nothing fit.”
“It was as hard for me as it was for you,” she said softly. “Every night, I rubbed my pussy, pretending it was you. But there’s no comparison to your strong hands.” She took his cock into her hand, stroking him as she continued to talk. “There’s nothing like the sound of your voice, talking dirty.” She thumbed his wide crown. “Our bodies were made for each other.”
“We were made for each other,” he corrected.
Jordan couldn’t have agreed more. Cam was her everything, second only to Ava. Thinking of her daughter made her love her husband even more. Ava wasn’t only her daughter, anymore. Cam had adopted her and given her his last name, an unnecessary gesture he’d been determined to do.
Jordan loved him so much. She’d put her heart and soul into her career, never thinking, one way or the other, about starting a family. But fate was a strange mistress. No matter the course she’d set for herself, destiny had other ideas. She had a lifetime of happiness ahead of her, days filled with love and nights consumed by passion. She felt like the luckiest woman alive.
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