The Letters (Carnage #4)(24)

I tilt my hips, trying to gain friction, or better still, access to that big dick of his so I can guide it inside me.

“You want me, Kitten?”

“Yeah.” Is all that I have.

“Tell me. Tell me what you want, baby.”

“You, T. I want you.”

“Where, baby. Where’d ya want me?”

“Inside. I want you inside me, over me, on me. I want you everywhere, Cam. Fuck me, please.”

He slides inside me, joining us together. United.

He stops moving his hips and pushes himself onto his elbows so he can look at me.

“I love the f*ck outta you, Kitten.”

Overwhelmed by the moment, the emotions, our conversation, and admissions, I can’t stop the tears that roll from my eyes and down towards my ears.

He moves his soft lips to mine, but this time, he’s gentle. His tongue flicks along the seam of my mouth as he moves his hips, pushing himself deeper inside of me. It isn’t enough. I dig my fingers into his tight arse cheeks and pull him, closer, harder, tighter towards me.

He’s buried to the hilt, and I’m only too beautifully aware of it.

Cam does this thing. He has this way of moving that I love. He rolls his hips, pulling his dick out of me, dragging it first up and then down over my clit before burying himself back inside of me. Over and over he repeats the move. I can’t even make a sound. I just lie there and take what he gives me until he switches it up and continuously grinds himself inside and against me. I move to meet his movements, and soon, I’m seeing solar systems, not just stars.

“Ahh,” The only communication I am now apparently capable of.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck,” he whisper shouts into my ear.

The room spins. Dots dance in front of my eyes. My legs twitch as I try to back away from the orgasm that’s sending tremors through my entire body. It’s too much but not enough. I need to get away, but I crawl towards it, begging for more. I give up the fight and let it claim. Then I let it own me.

I can’t even hold on to Cam as he comes. I feel him throb, pulse, and explode inside me, but I can’t move my arms to hold him to me like I want to.

He eventually still his movements. The only sound in the room is our heavy breathing as he rests his forehead against mine.

“I love you, Kitten. Please, don’t ever be in any doubt about that. Not even for a second.”

He holds onto my arse cheeks and rolls over onto his back, bringing me to lie on top of him.

Without another word, we go to sleep.





CHAPTER 9


Georgia

The week that followed the best make-up sex ever had by anyone in the history of the world was a pretty good one.

The kids are busy but behaving. Now that Cam has all of his security issues sorted out at the clubs, he is happier and not on the phone as much. This means that he has time to help me with a few of the arrangements for this year’s Triple M concert. The event has grown too big for his London club and now, we now hold it in a football stadium instead. KLUB still hosts the Sydney event, and Cam supplies the venue and all of the staff to us free of charge.

I really do have the best husband.

Who, coincidentally, just left this morning for a golfing weekend with my brothers, so Jimmie and Ash were coming over to stay. My twins are away on a four-day residential in the New Forest with the school and both the boys have sleepovers tonight.

I’ve managed to separate a pile of lyrics from all of Sean’s stuff for my brother to go through when the boys got back on Sunday afternoon. Some are whole songs, some a few verses, some just a line but there could be something amongst it all that Marley can use.

I’ve put Sean’s diaries into a separate box to look at another time. I just don’t have it in me right now to read them. Maybe I never will. His letters are hard enough, the thoughts and feelings that he wanted me to know. I’m not sure that I’ll ever want to know or read the ones that are private and were never meant for me or anyone else to see. His private thoughts should probably remain that, private.

On my desk sits the last pile of letters addressed to me, a pile of miscellaneous stuff that I’ve yet to sort through and a few video tapes, one of which I was now about to start watching.

Marian has loaned us an ancient portable television that must’ve been about twenty years old. It has a video player built into it and I’ve just pressed play when Harry knocks, then walks into the room.

He leans over my shoulder and looks at the screen, which is still just displaying white noise.

“What is that?”

I pause the tape. I have no clue what’s on it and don’t want anything inappropriate popping up and surprising me.

“It’s a video clip of Carnage.”

“No, I meant that, the telly. Why’s it so big?”

I laugh. Harry’s generation only know flat screens, curved screens, 3D, LCD and plasma. They would have no concept of the huge back part televisions used to have on them or of having to actually get up and turn it over.

“That’s a little one, a portable that you would have in the bedroom or kitchen,” I explain.

“Why’s it blue?”

I look over the very nineties bluey silver colour of the telly.

“I’ve no clue. You could get them in all colours to suit your room, back in the day.”