Page 21 of The Man in Mom's Bed
His mouth twists devilishly. He nods. “You’re goddamn right I will.”
Rough callused skin grazes across my nipple as Cam grabs my breast, reminding me of what kind of a man I am going to marry. His forehead presses against mine as his hips move faster and faster.
The delicious, sparkling build-up is occurring inside me again. My whole body is tingling as Daddy fucks me against thetruck. Such a naughty pair we both are. And as I get closer and closer, I am more and more sure thatthisis right where I belong. Withthisman.
The rock on my finger clinks against the truck as I blast closer and closer to the edge, reminding me that I am owned by Daddy. Owned by my lover. His lips press against the soft skin of my neck, just below the ear, and he whispers, “Come for me. Let me feel that soft pussy tighten up on my cock.”
And that’s all it takes.
My back spasms, and I clamp down on Daddy’s pulsing rod. My hips buck and slam against his as I feel the first shot of his seed spray into me like hot heaven. I’m coming so hard, soaring up into space as my eyes roll back in my head and a moan escapes my lips, my core tight and everything between my legs squeezing, pulsing, gripping, holding him in so deep as he bottoms out inside me.
My heart aches with love.I got him back. And I reach up and wrap my arms around the neck of the man who I will obey forever. He groans hard and heavy, wrapped up in the pleasure of his own peak, holding me tightly and making sure not a single inch of him slides back out.
Slowly, the world stops spinning. He presses his lips against mine, and his hands frame my face like I’m the most precious painting in the world—something he almost lost and can’t believe he recovered.
“I almost lost you.” His eyes are glassy, filled with emotion. “But you’ll have both, Katie. Collegeandthe shop. And me.Everything.”
I smile, because I know it. Everything that matters is right here in this garage. I hold up my hand, showing him his ring. “That’s right.”
We stay locked together, his hand taking mine as he kisses me deeply. Then, he lifts me and carries me up into ourapartment, our home. The starting point for the life that will come next.
The rest of the world operates on rules and limits, conventional wisdom about what you should do and what you shouldn’t. Buthere, we make our own choices. Our own rules. We define our own normal.
Cam tried to give me freedom, but I chose forever instead.
EPILOGUE
CAMERON
Three years later…
The garage hums with life,and not just the mechanical vibration of tools, but something else. Something organic. Three years ago, this place housed only grease and stains and my dreams of a potential future. Now it pulses with energy, littered with cars, real, and play.
Katie and Cam’s Automotive – Family Owned and Operatedthe sign exclaims outside, catching the sunlight of the day. It’s a vision I’m proud of, but it’s the sound from inside that owns me—my daughter Shelly’s giggle from the office, where she colors old invoices while Katie balances accounts.
True power, I’ve learned, is not just possession. It’s surrendering to someone small enough to fit in your arms, yet large enough to change your entire life.
Katie emerges from the office, her belly soft and round with our second child. Shelly skips out behind her. Not even three yet, and a bundle of energy and chaos. She has my eyes but Katie’s cheeks and mouth. She’ll grow up to be pretty, just like her mom, which already has me worrying. In one hand, she’s holding herlittle plastic wrench, already learning what Katie calls “Daddy’s trade.”
My whole world in two bodies—soon to be three.
The employees call Katie “miss,” which has nothing to do with fear and everything to do with respect. She moves around the garage with a quiet authority, soft-spoken but brilliant and efficient. Every customer sees the rock on her finger, the child in tow, and knows she’s mine. Men can look all they want—I don’t blame them—but at the end of the day, she’s coming home with me.
We spread our lunch out front on the picnic table I built. Katie’s head finds my shoulder as Shelly digs into her mini-carrots. My hand slides over Katie’s belly, feeling the slight kick of our future son.
“You’re even sexier when you’re pregnant,” I whisper, soft enough that Shelly doesn’t hear.
“Don’t get me started,” she warns, pinching me on the bicep. A smile creeps over my lips. She’s right. If the two of us get going, there’s no keeping our hands off each other. And we’ve got work to do today, and a kid to watch.
“Daddy!” Shelly’s voice pierces the air. I look up and discover that somehow, in the brief seconds we took our eyes off her, she ran inside and found a grease gun. Katie groans, but I’m already laughing as I scoop her up into my arms.
“You put that down, sweetheart,” I tell her, taking the tool gently from her. “That’s not a toy.”
Evening falls,and we close up the shop and climb the stairs to our apartment as shadows lengthen on the lawn. We’ve expanded now, knocked down walls and made room for our growing family. Once our son arrives and we’re stable, Katie and I have talked about potentially finding a home with a back porchand a garage. Hard to imagine for either of us, but both of us dream, and so far, those dreams have become reality.
Katie puts Shelly to bed, then comes into the bedroom as I’m stepping out of the shower, washing off the smells of the day. My eyes stay glued to her ripe figure as she walks over to me, her hips swaying with such raw femininity.
“You’re gorgeous,” I tell her. “My wife.”
