Page 51 of Cameron's Contract
She let out a protracted moan of pleasure, and when I came, I came hard, filling her mouth and marveling at how she swallowed without missing a drop.
My eyes closed, my body soothed with relaxation, I felt her tuck me away. Then she placed soft kisses on my chest. Her lips pecked my chin and cheek.
I grinned, eyelids still closed, sleep luring me.
Finally…
I cupped my eyes for a beat when my iPhone chimed its assault, then I reached inside my jacket. It had gone to voicemail.
Uncertainly spiked in my veins as I read Shay’s text:Get here now. We have a situation.
I dialed his number.
“Cam.” His voice sounded tense, hushed.
“What’s going on?”
“Blackwood’s wife’s into skeet shooting.”
A loud crack, a ricochet, and I pulled the phone away from my ear.
“Cam, she’s in the garden—”
“Henry?”
“He’s locked himself in a bathroom.”
My gut twisted in knots.
“Some kind of flashback I think,” he said.
Another shot—
“Is he talking?” I said.
“Radio silent.”
Shit.
“Blackwood thinks we’ve left,” said Shay. “I’m assuming you want everyone to think Henry’s fine, considering Blackwood’s vote is riding on the competency of the Cole brothers.”
“Did Henry show any signs of stress?”
Had I missed them?
“No, none. Cam, Blackwood reassured us he’d think about reversing his vote. We have him. We’re sure of it. But the situation’s now fragile.”
“I’m on my way.”
“I’ll find something to pick the lock.”
“Keep him calm.”
“You don’t think Henry will hurt himself, do you?”
“Why do you say that?”
“I’ve never seen him like this.”
