Page 121 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
She’s worried about River. “Everyone is cool with it, if you are. We want you here.”
“Alright…” She smiles softly. “Then I’ll stay. I didn’t bring anything with me, though.”
“Uh, don’t worry about it. We’ve got it covered.”
One of the first things Ambrose did after spending the night at Camille’s place was order all the same toiletries she had at her place. Maybe that’s weird, but who cares? She’s ours and she deserves to feel as comfortable as possible in our home until the day she officially joins us and it becomes her home, too.
“Uh, what?”
I chuckle and sit up, reaching a hand out to her. “Come on, I’ll show you.”
She gives me a bemused look, but tugs her clothes back in place as I tuck my dick back into my underwear.
“You’re so weird sometimes,” she mutters as I guide her out of my room and down the hallway toward the guest bathroom.
Camille’s eyes widen when I flick on the lights and she sees the setup we’ve put together for her. She blinks at it, her mouth opening and closing a few times.
I lean down and kiss the top of her head, squeezing her hand. “Everything you need should be in here. There are some nightgowns and pjs in the linen closet, as well as some of our clothes, if you prefer them. Why don’t you get ready for bed while I go take Dolly out real quick?”
Camille nods, looking a bit dazed. “Uh, okay, sure.”
She’s clearly overwhelmed and I want to give her some space to think without me around making her feel pressured to stay. Plus, I want to give her some time to check out everything we got for her.
It’s a struggle not to rush through Dahlia’s bedtime routine. She needs her meds, and it always takes a few minutes of her grumbling and not wanting to get up from her bed before I can coax her to go out and pee. When we get back inside, I settle her back in her bed downstairs since it might be too weird to ask Camille if she’s cool with spending the nightwith a dog in the bed, too.
As I climb the stairs, there’s a dull surge of frustration and arousal through the bond from River. It makes my stomach do a strange flip, but I shake it off. Whatever is going on with him is not my business right now.
I head toward the guest bathroom, and when I round the corner, I find Camille, looking like a treat in a flowy blue nightgown that barely comes down to the tops of her thighs. My dick twitches with interest as I approach, but she doesn’t look my way. She’s staring at the door across from the bathroom, a flush blooming across her cheeks.
She’s staring at River’s room.
Something hot pulses inside me as I realize I’ve caught her listening in on them. Does she like what she hears?
I sneak up behind her and wrap my arm around her waist. She squeaks as I pull her back against my chest, and I let out a dark chuckle. “What are you up to, dirty girl?”
“N-nothing,” she whispers, eyes flicking back to the door like she’s worried it’ll open at any moment.
“Hmm, are you sure?” I slide my hand up her thigh toward her pussy and smile when I find her slick. “This tells a different story.”
Fuck, now I kinda want to listen to them, too. Stay here with Camille trapped against my chest and rub her clit while telling her she needs to be quiet so we don’t get caught. Being with her really brings out the voyeur in me.
Her breath hitches as my hand moves higher. “Jackson!”
The anxious bite in her tone is at odds with her arousal, but I back off, not wanting to embarrass or push her too far.
I pull away from her wet heat and guide her back toward my room with a hand on her shoulder. She glances back nervously at River’s room, a flash of discomfort appearingbehind her eyes.
Shit, I shouldn’t have teased her.
I need to fix this.
When we get back inside my room, I shut the door.
Camille’s eyes won’t meet mine and she fidgets with the hem of her nightgown. “I know I shouldn’t?—”
I cut her off with my lips on hers, worried that if I let her apologize for something pretty damn understandable, it’ll ruin the night.
She lets out a shuddering sigh, gripping my arms as she opens her mouth to let my tongue slick against hers until she’s gasping and kissing me back with equal fervor.
