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She opens her brown eyes to me. They are filled with something meaningful and important. Something that I want to remember forever. “It’s because I’m madly in love with you, Camden, and you’ve completely changed me.”
My chest soars with pride from her words. In a flash, I lose the battle to take this slow and yank her knickers off, along with the rest of my getup. I lay her down on the plush fur rug in front of the fire and gaze down at our naked bodies as her legs wrap around my waist.
The head of my cock teases her opening and she pumps her greedy hips up toward me. “I love you, too, Indie,” I reply, pushing her hair back from her face and staring deep into her eyes.
With one meaningful look, I thrust deeply into her. As deep as I can reach. As deep as she can take me. I let my weight sink down on top of her so my body consumes her. So I can feel every breath she takes and every moan she utters.
My jaw is tight as I pull back and stroke my cock inside of her, building speed with each and every pump. The fire heats my skin and the rug sticks to my palms, but the silkiness of Indie’s skin against mine is perfection.
Her hands run over my face, my shoulders, my arms, and my back. Her moaning grows louder and more frenzied as she reaches around to grab my arse. She pulls me tight against her, holding me inside her as she tenses. I hold my breath and watch in wonder as her orgasm detonates through her entire body, vibrating in her chest, then her stomach, through her thighs, and finally clamping down on my cock inside of her.
I feel it all. Her orgasm. Her desire. Her passion. Her love.
When her eyes open and look up at me, I can see it all. Our future. Our plans. Our family. Our life.
Once her climax descends and her body relaxes, she lifts her head and grabs my face to kiss me. Her tongue dives hot and wet into my mouth, and it’s all the touch I need to fall over the edge as well.
Our mouths break apart, but I’m still inside of her, pulsing and groaning as I empty everything I have into my wife.
My life.
My Indie.
CHAPTER 4
Cocky Homecoming
Camden
We’re back in London just in time for the weekly Harris Sunday dinner. Indie and I can’t stop smiling the entire drive out to Dad’s house. As far as weddings go, there is no way any couple in the whole world could have enjoyed themselves more than we did in Scotland.
When we walk in through the kitchen, I see my family out back in the garden. Tanner, Booker, and Gareth are doting over our niece, Rocky, who’s playing with a football in the grass while Booker’s pregnant girlfriend, Poppy, sits at the nearby picnic table with Dad, Belle, Vi, and Vi’s fiancé, Hayden. Everyone is here. Everyone is always here. Harris Sunday dinners are sacred. They are the one constant we all have regardless of how busy we are or how much our family is changing. And seeing the huge changes that have been happening as of late, I’m certain that our news won’t be that big of a surprise.
Vi sees us come out back and gives us a jovial wave. “Hiya, guys.”
Everyone looks at us expectantly, as if they instinctually know we have something to share.
“You’re pregnant,” Tanner bellows, shaking his head knowingly.
“I’m not pregnant,” I reply, rolling my eyes at him.
He rolls his eyes right back at me. “I mean Indie’s pregnant.”
“She’s not pregnant,” I retort, quietly adding, “Yet.”
“What?” Vi asks, her brows furrowed in confusion.
I inhale a deep breath. “Well, first comes love…Then comes marriage.”
“You got married?” Vi squeals, shooting up from the table.
I nod. “We eloped this weekend. I’d like to introduce you all to the new Mrs. Indie Harris.”
My family erupts into cheers and they all rush over and sweep us into one big hug. Even my brother Gareth, who has been a moody sod for months now, seems genuinely happy for us. I look around and wonder why Tanner hasn’t lifted me over his shoulders like the mental patient he is. It’s then that I see him standing on the outside of our hug, his arms crossed over his chest with a pouty scowl on his face.
Booker rolls his eyes and attempts to yank Tanner into the group, but Tanner resists. I move past Indie, but Tanner turns his back on me when he sees me approaching and loudly says, “Booker, would you tell Camden that I’m not speaking to him?”
Booker frowns at me and replies, “He’s standing right here and can clearly hear you, so no, I’m not telling him that.”
