Page 20 of The Man in Mom's Bed
His truck sits outside the garage like a statue of hope, sending relief flooding through me. I bite my lip in determination. There’s no going back now.
I see him through the window, lost in work, sleeves rolled up and showing his massive, sweaty forearms. He’s working on an engine and doesn’t notice me until I come right up behind him. “You don’t answer my calls now?”
Cam freezes. The wrench in his hand trembles slightly before he sets it down beside him. When he turns, his face is a whirlwind of emotion—shock, guilt, and something deeper. Something that hits me right in the chest. He looks like a wolf who’s been starving and has finally set eyes on its prey.
“I went to see the school,” I tell him. “And it got me thinking. I want to go, but I’m not leaving you.”
“Katie—”
“I’m going to doboth, Cam. I’ll take classes, and I’ll work part-time at the shop. And at the end of the day, I’ll come home to you.”
He shakes his head, averting his eyes. “No. You deserve every chance you can get.”
I step closer. “Don’t you believe in me, Cam? Don’t you believe I can do this?”
“Of course I believe in you,” he growls, clutching the sides of the engine bay.
I press my hand to his chest and feel his heart pounding hot and heavy beneath my palm. “You want me to have a future, and I’m choosing one—one with you in it.”
He’s fighting…he’s fighting…
But I break him.
His control shatters, and the next thing I know, I’m in his arms with his mouth on mine. He kisses me with so much passion, desperate and demanding, like he hasn’t breathed in days and I’m the very oxygen he needs to survive.
My legs spread apart for him as he leans into me, pressing his rock-hard bulge against my center. I’m tingling, dripping wet. Ready for him. No, I’m beyond ready—I’m aching for the touch of my love that’s been denied me for the last three days.
He groans, tugs my pants down, snatches my hips, and lifts me up onto the edge of the truck like I weigh nothing. Yes. I’m his little girl, and he’s my daddy, and I’ve missed this—missed it like I’ve been away from him for years.
As he yanks his jeans open, I lift his shirt, giving me a view of his sculpted abs. It’s not just the perfection of his body that excites me—it’s the protection and security it represents. Cam isstrong, and he would never let anything happen to me.
The crown of his cock finds my center and spreads me. I nearly go off as he enters. So thick, so hard.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he groans, sliding his hand roughly into my hair. “I never should have pushed you away.”
“You shouldn’t have.” I smile up at him as fierce waves of pleasure rippled through my body. “But I forgive you.”
“Oh, you do?” His grin is wicked as he pounds me faster. “That’s what I need from you? Forgiveness?”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
“You don’t forgive me,” he snarls, kissing me deeply, passionately. Sending my heart into a new rhythm. “Iforgive youfor being so goddamn beautiful. For turning my life upside down.”
I grin up at his ruggedly handsome face, feeling my orgasm rising up inside me.Already?
“Thank you.”
The corner of his mouth twists up. “You’re welcome.”
My mouth drops open as his manhood flexes inside me. Such deep penetration, like there’s no end to his length. Even the truck is shaking on its shocks with every thrust he delivers.
A happiness grips me. Just like we broke in the garage when Cam took me on the floor of the office, now we’re going at it again right here in his workspace. This place isours. His and mine. And it’s just the beginning too. Who knows where our future will take us?
“Do I feel good, Daddy?” I ask, arching my back and lifting my shirt so he can see my breasts. The feeling I get when his eyes rake over my body is divine. It makes me feel so special.
“Good?” He nearly laughs, his eyes narrowing. “That doesn’t even begin to cover it, baby. In fact, I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna last.”
“It’s okay. Come in me, Daddy. I know you’ll fuck me again later.”
