Page 90 of Cross Check Daddies
I grab her waist and pull her to me.
She gasps softly.
“Been dying to taste you again,” I murmur, brushing my mouth against hers. I kiss her slowly, not rushing anything. Her fingers curl into my shoulder.
Then I spin her gently, letting her back meet my chest.
Cam glides in closer, eyes dark. He leans forward and kisses her too. It’s slower, deeper. Her body arches between us, caught in this delicious tension.
“Fuck, sugar,” Cam breathes against her lips.
She lets out the softest moan.
I kiss her neck. “Let’s head to the boat.”
She nods.
Once aboard, I guide her below deck, Cam following. She climbs the short ladder into the cabin, wiping saltwater from her skin, hair wet and clinging to her neck. I reach for her, undressing her slowly, taking my time with each tie, each strap.
Cam moves behind her, hands sliding with intention over the curve of her waist, anchoring her gently but firmly as if she might drift away. There’s reverence in his touch, the kind that comes from knowing her body too well.
Together, we ease her back onto the narrow bed, her skin still glistening from the ocean, salt-kissed and warm beneath our palms. Her thighs part slightly as she sinks into the mattress, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Her hair’s tangled over the pillow, damp from the swim, and her cheeks are flushed like she’s already halfway to coming undone.
I press a kiss low on her stomach, right above the slight swell we’ve both imagined growing there.
“Our baby,” I murmur.
She exhales shakily. A small, involuntary sound escapes her—more breath than voice—but her fingers twitch where they rest at her sides. She’s trembling with anticipation.
It’s slow, the way we touch her. Not because we don’t want to rush—God, we do—but because there’s too much meaning between us now. Cam and I know every signal she gives off, the flick of her lashes, the soft catch in her throat. This isn’t a first; it’s something deeper.
He kisses her shoulder, tongue dragging along her collarbone while I stroke my palm down her thigh, mapping the tight lines of muscle and softness, enjoying the faintest tremor running through her when my fingers drift higher.
Her head falls back, fully aware of what’s happening—what she’s asking for—and she gives in to it, eyes locked on mine, then flicking to Cam as he grazes her jaw with his mouth.
She’s caught between us, breathless, already wrecked in the best way.
My hand moves to her breast, cupping it gently, thumb circling the stiff peak until her hips twitch upward. Cam’s hand trails her other thigh, knuckles brushing her inner skin before he slides higher. We move in tandem, bodies angled to give her space to feel everything. Every brush, every breath.
Her voice is unsteady when it breaks through the silence. “Fuck, I want—both of you.”
Cam’s grin is slow and dangerous as he presses a kiss just below her ear. "You’ve got us.”
I lower my mouth to her chest, tongue tracing the valley between her breasts before I suck one nipple into my mouth. She arches under me, her back bowing slightly, fingers burying into my hair.
Cam’s behind her now, one arm curled beneath her waist to hold her up as his other hand slides fully between her thighs. She gasps. Her thighs twitch around his wrist, her entire body clenching.
“Still so fucking wet,” he says, voice hoarse with restraint.
I glance up, meet his eyes over the slope of her stomach. He doesn’t need to speak. We’ve done this before, but it’s never felt like this—never with someone we both want this much.
He kisses her again, deep and slow, and she melts into it while I shift down. I trail kisses over her hips, then lower, mouth hovering just above her slick heat. Her thighs fall open for me without a word.
“Don’t be gentle,” she pants, voice breaking as she fists the sheet.
Cam’s breath punches out of him like she knocked the wind from his chest.
I wrap both arms under her thighs and bury my mouth between them. She jerks like she’s been shocked. Then shemoans—loud, raw, completely unfiltered—and grabs at my hair like she’s trying to keep herself grounded.
