Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
“What if someone is watching?” she hisses, her breath hot and erratic against mine.
“There is no one but you, Cam.” I lick along her bottom lip, totally lost in the desire in her eyes. “We should have made a detour to a bed,” I decide as I draw my thumb in and out of her with slow precision that has her shaking against me.
“Yup, I’ll agree with that.”
“I’m going to make you come right here,” I murmur against her lips. “I want you wet and throbbing for me all of dinner.”
“Oh God…” She moans against my mouth.
“Hey!” I freeze at the sound of Shea’s voice. “We live in a neighborhood of older people, and no one has enough Viagra to keep up with the show you two are giving everyone.”
Cameron’s hand slams against her mouth as she laughs, and I close my eyes, my face burning with color. I look over my shoulder. “Hey, Dad.”
“Hey there, son. Want to disentangle yourself from your girlfriend and come on in?”
Actually, no. But I nod. “I can. My bad.”
My chosen dad just grins. “Hey, I get it. Even with my bad hip, I’m always lifting Elli up everywhere.”
Cameron snorts loudly, and I groan at the image my dad just gave me of him with my mom. “Thanks for that visual.”
“No problem. Come on, I’m hungry.”
As he disappears into the house, I remove my thumb and lower my giggling forever girl to her feet. But that laughter falls silent when I bring my thumb into my mouth, sucking it dry of her need. Her eyes widen, her breath catching as she shakes her head. “You bewitch me, Benson Lars Jeannot.”
I nip at her bottom lip. “As you do me, my beauty.”
Our eyes lock as I cup her jaw, and the little sneaky grin on her face has me burning everywhere. “You think it’s funny to get me hard as a steel pipe and then have me go inside for dinner with my family?”
She pats my chest, no remorse whatsoever on her flushed face. “Benson, you keep me wet. Welcome to my world. We have T-shirts, snacks, and even beer koozies.”
My laughter sputters out of me as she moves out from in front of me. I don’t let her get far. I grab her wrist, my eyes burning into hers as I turn her to me. “No matter the perks, if that’s supposed to be payback for how I make you feel, it’s not.”
“I never intended for it to be payback. It’s the truth.” She leans in, kissing my jaw. “And just so you know, I’m ready when you are.”
She starts to pull me with her, and I groan loudly as I follow. Her laughter runs down my spine, and while I love hearing her scream my name, her laughter is right up there on my list. I love my family, and I want to watch the shitshow that is Quinn and Ava, but even now, I’d rather be thumb-deep in Cameron.
My name on her lips.
Where it truly belongs.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Cameron
As soon as I walk into the Adler household, the heat between my legs is extinguished with one look from Callie. In a beige dress that hugs her curves, she is leaning against the couch by the door, her phone to her ear. “Yes, I need to schedule a dress fitting for my maid of honor. Yes, Cameron White. No, we’re gonna switch it to my original pick. Yeah, I know she hated it, but she lost a bet.”
My eyes narrow, but Benson can’t control his laughter. I go to smack him, but he catches my wrist, pulling me into his arms and capturing my lips with ease. I can taste myself on his lips, and the taste has me completely forgetting that Callie is on the phone. His lips remind me that, no matter the number of bets I lose, I’m ultimately winning if he’s involved.
When we part, he winks at me before taking my hand in his, threading our fingers. “Come on. I gotta introduce you to the fam.”
“I know them,” I remind him, but his eyes are full of excitement.
“Yeah, as Cameron, Callie’s best friend. But not as Cameron, my girlfriend.”
My heart swells in my chest as he guides me into the kitchen. Quinn is leaning on the counter, trying to hold in his laughter. “Oh, you were able to detach from her to come inside?”
I giggle as Benson flips him the bird before Elli Adler turns to look at us. Her auburn hair is curled along her shoulders, her green eyes shining like emeralds. There are life lines around her eyes and mouth, but no matter her age, Elli Adler is a stunning masterpiece of grace and beauty. She wears an Assassins tee with some jeans, looking every bit like she belongs barefoot in a kitchen with grandbabies on her hips.