The Letters (Carnage #4)(23)

Him. Cameron King.

“That’s because of my own stupid insecurities, not because of anything you did.”

“If I were doing my job properly, you wouldn’t have any insecurities.”

I raise my eyebrows and look at him, giving him my best “You’ve got to be shitting me” look.

He rolls his eyes, knowing full well I have him. We both know nothing will put a stop to my insecurities. I’m a woman, they come with the job description. I give him my best smile, telling him, “You look like Lula when you do that.”

“Lu’s my daughter, it’s her that looks like me.”

“Whatever.”

“Now you sound like Harry. Anyway, Lu’s all you. I swear she’s a combination of you and Ash. I don’t think there’s anything of me in there.”

He looks into my eyes without saying a word for a few long moments.

“Our babies,” he says very quietly.

I nod my head, unable to speak around the big knotty ball of emotion that’s lodged in my throat.

“We’re so f*cking lucky. I’ve got daughters, George. You gave me girls.” He says it like he’s realising this for the very first time.

“Never in my life did I imagine myself with girls. Boys, yeah, I always expected boys, but never girls.” I can’t help but laugh at the astonishment in his voice.

“For a while, I never thought I’d have either,” I confess. He holds my face in his big right hand and brushes the tears from my cheeks with his thumb.

“And here we are with four,” he whispers.

“And all because of you.”

He shakes his head, leans in, and kisses me oh so gently on the mouth.

“Because of us.”

“And that’s what you’ve given me. That’s why you’ll always be enough. When you’re not busy being too much that is. You gave me back my life, and then you gave me a life. One that I could never have imagined, hoped, or dreamed of ever living.”

He stands up, holding me tight in his arms. I feel safe and secure as he carries me upstairs to our bedroom. I make sure to lock the door behind us.

As soon as he lays me down on the bed, I pull my T-shirt off. Cam manages to get naked in the few seconds that it’s taken me to undress.

I lean back on my elbows and watch him as he watches me from the end of our bed.

“Bend your knees and open your legs. I wanna see you,” he orders.

I do as I’m told, never taking my eyes from his.

“Are you wet?” He stares between my legs as he asks.

Is he serious right now?

He’s Cameron King. Of course I’m f*cking wet, but I won’t be telling him that. I nod my head.

“Rub your clit for me, baby. Lemme watch.”

I slide my middle finger into my mouth and suck on it, hard. Pulling it out, I twirl my tongue around the tip before dragging it down my throat and through my cleavage.

“Fuck, Kitten,” he whispers, taking his cock in his hand and stroking.

“Dim,” Cam orders, and like most other things in this world, our voice controlled lights obey him, leaving the perfect amount of lighting for us to be able to see each other but not the room around us.

He winks at me.

And I melt.

Fuck, my husband is hot.

I watch him bite his lip as he watches me drag my finger down my belly and past my belly button, until I reach my clit.

I let out a breathy uhh sound as I press on the little button of nerves.

“Wider, George. Open your legs wider. I wanna see how wet you are. Slide your fingers down lower, I wanna hear your juices.”

I do as he orders. The noise that action makes would leave even the hard of hearing with no doubt as to how turned I am.

“Fuck,” he groans before climbing onto the bed and burying his head between my legs.

He assaults me with that big, wide tongue of his and I love it. He bites the inside of the top of first one thigh and then the other as I moan. I haven’t even come yet, and I already feel boneless.

Then he pulls what we call his “master stroke” on me, scissoring his fingers, he presses his thumb onto my clit and flicks his tongue around it. His index and middle fingers slide inside where I’m wet and so desperately waiting for him and his ring and little finger sink slowly into my arse. When he works the whole lot together, I see stars.

The groan that escapes me is so much louder than I intend and I cringe in case it wakes any of the kids. Cameron chuckles.

“You like that, baby?”

“Yes, f*ck yes.”

He kisses up my belly, making me shudder as he sucks my right nipple into his mouth. My fingers rake through and grip his hair, pushing his head down into my chest harder.

He kisses a path across to my left nipple. Capturing it between his teeth, he looks up at me with soulful, dark eyes. I witness my whole world reflected back at me.

“I love you Tige—” His mouth is on mine before I even finish getting the ‘r’ sound out of it.

His lips are soft but so demanding, forcing my mouth to open for him. His tongue darts inside, and I gladly welcome the assault, giving back as good as I get the whole time. He rains kisses down on my face and then moves his lips to my neck and behind my ear, where he licks, sucks, and drags his teeth, making me groan and rake my nails down his back.