Camden's Redemption (Gloves Off #4)(32)

I shook my head. “No. It’s just us.”

A mischievous smile splayed across his lips. “So no one will see me do this?” Slamming me against the door, he ripped off my shirt and buried his face between my breasts. The next thing I knew my bra was gone and his lips were closed over my nipple. I held onto the doorframe as he rocked me against his body, biting and licking my tender flesh.

“Camden,” I cried. “Please, let’s go inside.”

“As you wish.” But instead of going inside my house, he lowered his hand between us and slipped a finger inside, then two. “You’re right, I think I like being inside. You’re so f*cking wet.”

“Please,” I pleaded.

He slid his fingers out and opened the door. “I like hearing you beg.”

“Don’t get used to it, Jameson,” I warned with a smile. This time he met me with one of his own. “What is it?”

“I never knew how good it would feel to hear you say my real name.” He kicked the door closed and carried me down the hall, his shoes squeaking and leaving wet footprints along the hardwood floor. “Which way?”

“First door on the left.”

We were both still wet from the pond so he set me down on the floor instead of the bed. He lifted his shirt over his head and dropped his pants to the floor while I lowered my skirt. My heart pounded in my chest, my nerves making me shake. I hadn’t made love to anyone since the accident.

Camden brushed his thumb across my cheek. “You don’t need to be nervous, Brooklyn. I’ve seen all of you. No matter what your skin looks like, you’ll always be beautiful in my eyes.” His fingers glided down my back so tenderly that instead of cringing, I melted. Once on the bed, I buried myself under the covers with Camden between my legs. He kissed the mounds of my breasts and pulled a nipple between his teeth. “Are you protected?”

He sucked it hard and I hissed, “Yes. But what about you?”

Pulling back, he looked into my eyes. “I was tested constantly when fighting. I’m safe, buttercup. I promise.”

He stretched my legs wider as he got into position. Licking his hand, he rubbed himself and then pressed his cock into my opening. Gently, he pushed inside and I gasped as he filled me, stretching me to the point of pain. It’d been so long. Taking my hand, he held it above my head and clasped his fingers with mine as he made love to me while the other caressed my cheek. My body trembled and I could feel my orgasm building. He rocked his hips more vigorously.

“I’m gonna come,” he growled. Digging my nails in his back, I screamed out his name at the same time he released inside me. Still connected, Camden bent down and kissed me, his lips warm and smooth. “You have no idea how amazing that felt.”

Actually I did. It was the first time he’d had sex in months. But I wasn’t going to tell him I was the reason for that.





THE NEXT MORNING I didn’t know what to expect. What I didn’t anticipate was to wake up lying on Camden’s chest with his arm around my waist. There was a small part of me that wondered if he’d even be in my bed when I woke up. Overall, I felt good . . . maybe a little sore.

“I know you’re awake, buttercup. I’m surprised you slept through all the phone calls.”

I gasped and bolted upright so fast my head spun. “Oh my God. What phone calls?”

He lifted his phone and smiled. “Mason and your brother. I’m sure with your phone being f*cked up, they can’t get in touch with you.”

I ran my hands through my knotted hair and groaned. “Ugh, I bet my brother rode by here and saw your Jeep. Hopefully, none of the other guys did.”

“Is Jason a cop too?” he asked curiously.

I nodded. “Basically everyone you’ve been around since meeting me are undercover cops. You’ve been well protected.”

“So that’s why Mason wanted me in Charlotte. You were alone with me in Oak Island, weren’t you? Here, you have everyone.”

“He did it for both of us. Since Scar found your last location, he didn’t want us alone. He also wanted me back home to face my problems.”

He laughed. “Mason always has a motive for everything, doesn’t he?”

I got out of bed and fetched my robe. “That he does. I’ve known him for years. He’s the one who trained me in mixed martial arts. My parents were furious I didn’t want to be a professional dancer or some shit like that.”

Camden sat up in bed. “Believe me, I know what it’s like to disappoint the parents. Not so much my father, but I’m pretty sure my mother right now hates me after what I did to Ryley and Ash.”

“Have you thought about calling and apologizing? Or are you going to keep running away from that too?” I asked.

He shrugged, averting his gaze. “I tried when the twins were born. Ryley caught me as I was leaving. He was not happy to see me there.”

“What did you do after that?”

His blue eyes turned to mine. “I ran. I left as fast as I could and didn’t looked back. He’ll never forgive me, and even if he does, I know Ash won’t.”

“How do you know if you don’t try,” I prodded.

“Enough about my f*cked up life,” he grumbled. “What I really want to know is, how good of a fighter are you? I never thought I’d be in bed with a girl who could kick my ass.”