Page 33 of You Are Cordially Invited

I slammed into him, a wave of pleasure rushing up my spine. Heat flooded my body as my spill flooded his arse, and I just kept thrusting, losing myself inside him, in his heart, in all that fierce, sweet promise that made up this mystifying man I loved so dearly, claiming it over and over again. Sometimes I just needed to grab it like this and bury it safe inside me until I needed to touch the power of it again.

“Keep going,” he yelled, and I slammed into him again.

And again.

He pushed back, his hand flying on his cock.

And again.

And again.

He tensed and arched up and I thrust one last time.

“Yesssssss!” He groaned and spurted ropes up the tiles, shuddering against the arm I had wrapped around his waist, the tide rolling through his body as he jerked softly to a final stillness, leaning on the wall, hungry for air.

I pulled out gently, but he winced just the same. Then he slid down the wall and rolled face down onto the tiled floor. I grabbed the showerhead and washed his spill from the tiles before rinsing his back and between his butt cheeks. He rolled over so I could sluice his front as well, and then I sprayed myself before joining him on the floor to sit with my back against the wall.

The warm water fell gently on our spent bodies, and I manhandled him between my legs, pulling him tight to my chest, my arms around his waist. He curled against me like a sleepy child, and just like that my world fell into place.

“I think you put a hole in my arse,” he mumbled, feeling around his hole with a hissed intake of breath. “The wind’s going to whistle through there like fucking bagpipes. The next good blow from the Antarctic and I’ll be playing ‘Scotland the Brave.’ If you tap my balls, I might even change key.”

I turned his face to mine and gently kissed his lips. “Your brain is a scary place and one of the great mysteries of the world.”

He snuggled sideways as the water sprayed over our feet in a soft arc, and I counted my lucky stars I could claim this man as my own.

“I don’t know how to have this conversation,” I said softly, kissing his cheek. “But we need to have it.”

He went stiff in my arms, staring earnestly at the wall. “I’m guessing this is about the baby?”

I nodded against his wet shoulder and then kissed it. “Georgie said she thinks we’re protecting each other because we’re frightened the other one will just agree with whatever we say to make us happy.”

Cam snorted. “Yeah, Sandy says we need to eat our hot potato.”

What the?I leaned around to stare at him, and he rolled his eyes. “Don’t even ask. It made sense at the time.”

“I’m sure it did. Anyway, I have an idea,” I said. “How about we count to three and then hold our hands out. A fist means we’re thinking yes to a baby, and a flat hand means probably not.”

Cam’s tawny eyes flashed a cautionary warning, although it was hard to take seriously with all that water running down his cute nose.

He glared at me. “Now I know you aren’t suggesting we rock, paper, scissors such an important decision about whether to adopt a baby or not, right? Because that would be pushing ridiculous into straight-up outrageous.”

“Pffft. Of course not.” I tapped the end of that nose and he wrinkled it like a rabbit. “Just a show of where we are in our thinking. No decisions, just cards on the table. How about it?”

He frowned, his fingers drumming on my bare knee. “Okay. I guess it makes a crazy kind of sense.”

We both held out a hand and I called it, “One. Two. Three.”

We stared in silence at the two fists hanging between us.

My gaze shifted to Cam’s face, his expression unreadable as he continued to stare at our hands. I leaned forward to put my lips right by his ear. “I want this baby, sweetheart.”

He twisted in my arms, eyes wide, searching for something in my expression; I wasn’t sure what. “You do, really? Even though it’s earlier than we planned?”

“Yes. If we can get all the groundwork clear with Stella about expectations, talk to a lawyer, and tick a million other boxes that I can’t even begin to imagine, then yeah, at heart it’s what I want. What about you? You’re not worried about how much work it will add for you? Or the extra pressure, or your job?”

He snorted and slipped his arms around my chest, his hot, wet body nestled right where it belonged, with me. “Hell yeah, I’m worried, but mostly about my family’s interference. But like you, my heart says yes. I just didn’t want you to say yes simply because it was what I wanted.”

I kissed his hair and trailed my fingers down his back to cup his hip. “And I didn’t want you to say no because you thought I wanted to wait. Or say yes, for my sake, if you were worried about the workload.

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