Page 34 of Reckless Hearts
I only hear a portion of the animated conversation going on between London and Taylor as I walk forward toward Cam. Each step filled with regret, hope, longing and the need for his love. He steps down the front steps and we meet halfway.
He scans my still tux-clad evening attire appreciatively and winks. “Never thought I’d see you in a penguin suit. It looks good on you.”
“Sometimes you gotta blend in with the crowd.”
I stand stiffly, nervously watching him, uncertain of what I should do with my hands, which hang at my sides uncomfortably.
One minute, I stand alone, shifting from one foot to the other and the next I’m hauled up against Cam, who smashes his mouth to mine and kisses me hard.
My breath whooshes out of my lungs as my lips part for him, giving him an all-access pass to kiss the ever-living-fuck out of me.
Voices flitter somewhere around me, but I’m too enthralled in the heat and passion between our mouths to care. My hands wrap around Cam’s trim waist and slip underneath his T-shirt, where I nearly convulse at the feel of his taut back muscles that clench and tighten against my touch.
I groan loudly as his tongue sweeps inside my parted lips. He tastes of orange juice and sunlight. His fresh outdoorsy scent fills me with unbridled lust, our thickening cocks straining against each other, seeking friction and release.
Taylor’s burst of laughter has us losing contact, each of us taking a step back.
“Daddy’s kissing Sage!” he shouts, his body wiggling and jumping up and down.
“Shit,”I mutter, embarrassed that I let myself get so lost in his kiss that I forgot where I was and who our audience was.
I search Cam’s face for any threat of reprisal, but his mouth turns up into a satisfied smile, as he opens his arm to throw it around London’s shoulder, bringing her into us for a hug.
He kisses her just as passionately, swooping up her lithe body in his arms as she laughs and giggles. The sound is pure heaven. This entire homecoming is something out of my wildest dreams.
“Put me down you big ol’ bear!” she complains, punching him softly on his back with her fists.
Cam teasingly yipes but obliges as he places her feet back on the ground. She doesn’t disconnect from his embrace entirely instead, slides one arm through his bent elbow and the other through mine.
“Come on boys, we have a lot of catching up to do.”
Cam’s and my eyes lock, and a shared smile and wink pass between us.
I agree. “We have a lot of catching up to do.”
