Page 35 of Reckless Hearts
Chapter 19
Doreen returnedfrom town where she’d been running errands about an hour later to find us all talking in the living room, discussing the previous night’s events, Taylor playing at our feet on the floor in the center of our triad where he was building a tower with his Legos.
It reminded me of the cities and buildings that Cam and I used to create when we were his age, always trying to one-up one another and me laughing when Cam would get frustrated and end up destroying his entirely. I’d then jump in to help him start over with something new.
It feels awfully similar to the way things have changed for us. The way our lives crumbled and fell without each other and without the support of one another – the infrastructure we had come to rely on that kept us together.
And now here we are, having weathered the tempestuous storms in our lives, ready to start again and build something anew.
Dori took one look at us, and with a broad, unabashed smile, said with a wink,
“It’s about damn time.”
And then promptly told Cam to pack his bags and said she’d watch Taylor the rest of the weekend.
The minute we enter my house–our home– my mouth and hands are on Cam. I catch him by surprise and back him against the wall, my thigh lodged between his strong muscular legs, pressing into his already hardened length.
It sends a rush of satisfaction through me when he opens his eyes with a dazed expression. I search his eyes, reading the guilt and pain that had been buried there. The sadness they convey.
“You’re a stupid motherfucker for leaving us,” I grumble, letting my hand drift over the bulge in his pants. “This belongs to us. You belong with us.”
“I know. I should be punished accordingly.” His sexy smirk lifts the corners of his lips and I hear soft laughter behind us.
Slowly angling my head over my shoulder, I find London unzipping the bodice of her dress, the silky, sparkly material left to dangle wide open, offering a tantalizing view of her cleavage.
Her mouth quirks in a naughty grin. “Or, we could reward you for coming home.”
My gaze flicks back to Cam, adding pressure at his groin, enjoying his swift intake of breath, his pleasure and pained response.
“I’ll take whatever you want to give.”
Clasping his hand in mine, I drag him away from the wall, reaching for London’s with my other and we ascend the staircase toward the master bedroom.
The bedroom that has been missing the three of us for months.
The bedroom that I plan to label as ours again tonight.
Entering the room one after the other, I head for the deep-backed leather chair in the corner facing the bed, taking a seat. With a flourishing gesture, I make my desires known.
“Undress our girl, Cam. And when she’s good and naked, remove your own clothes.”
Cam whips his head toward me and lifts a brow high. “It’s gonna be like that, huh?”
I laugh mockingly, crossing my arms and swinging one leg over the other in a posture that brooks no argument. “I deserve this. Now do as your told, or your punishment will be my dick in your ass.”
London chuckles as Cam chokes out a throaty, husky grunt. He begins to slowly undress her, teasing and tormenting me as he does, his fingers toying with her body with each layer he removes.
As he pulls down the dress further, he ducks his head to kiss the lush curve of her breast, the tip of his tongue darting out to lick at what I know is her sweet-scented skin. Cam’s thumb swirls around the hard nipple and the sound of her breathless sigh seers straight through to my balls. They tighten and my cock strains to be touched.
London begins to reach down to remove the dress, but I stop her with a harsh command.
“Don’t. Make him do it. Make him grovel and beg to touch you.”
Goosebumps adorn her flesh and I’m rewarded with that sexy bite of her lip, her tongue sweeping out to ease the sting.
Cam does as instructed and removes the dress, letting it fall to the floor. He lands on his knees in reverence next to the discarded garment, cupping her firm breasts in his palms and plumping at her fullness as she arches into his touch.
Cam turns to me looking for further direction and my own voice sounds raspy with desire.
