Justice Falling (Falling #3)(53)
In case I didn’t believe Nate’s profession of love, he spent hours showing me just how much he cared. He muffled my lustful cries with his mouth and swallowed the pleasure as easily as he gave it. Over and over he proved to me how much he loved me, telling me repeatedly with his body, his kiss, his fevered touch and his words until I fell to sleep nestled in his arms.
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I woke feeling hot. I was surrounded by warmth on all sides. Nuzzled into my chest were two dark heads. One had bright hues of chestnut and gold hair, layered over my naked chest with her cheek to my heart. Right where she should be.
Another smaller head with short hair was lying on my other side. Little puffs of air escaped his small pout. A drop of drool coated my chest under his tiny mouth. At some time in the night, Tanner must have crawled into bed with us. Thank God Camille had enough sense to have me put on a pair of boxers. She wore knickers and one of my t-shirts. Currently my large hand was firmly planted on her rounded arse. I gave a little squeeze and she rocked her hip into my side. Her thigh rubbed along my morning wood delectably. If Tanner wasn’t here I’d do something about that.
That would be something I’d need to get used to. What was the term my friends with kids used? Ah, cock-blocking. I snickered softly now fully appreciating their endearment when they called their children “CBs.”
As I studied Camille’s face in the soft golden light of morning I fell more in love with her. She was impossibly beautiful. I watched her sleep and saw my future. With Tanner and potentially our wee one if that came to fruition. In the past I may have been more worried about an unplanned pregnancy. For some reason, being here with my girl, holding onto her, an arm around her boy I felt content. Blissfully and utterly happy in life. A foreign feeling but one I’d go to great lengths to keep.
Camille was a mystery, one I would thoroughly enjoy solving. I could have easily read the report my private investigator sent, detailing everything about her life. He was good at his job. Would have left no stone unturned but I rather appreciated peeling back the layers of this fickle bird more and more. The bits of information she shared, finding out about Tanner, all added to her appeal. She wasn’t the average young woman in her twenties. Camille was an old soul. She’d been through a lot and it gave her a maturity others her age didn’t have.
Looking at Tanner sleeping peacefully against my chest, his hand clasped over his mother’s on my sternum was one of the most startling sites. I wanted this. A family. People counting on me for affection, comfort and love. Watching them sleep I was filled with a sense of protectiveness. These were now my charges. Camille and Tanner would be my family. Sooner rather than later. When I knew what I wanted I didn’t dabble in insecurity or uncertainty. No, I jumped--risks be damned.
It had worked smashingly well for Stone, Walker & Associates. I had to believe with my whole heart that it would work with these two priceless souls.
Through my musings the little guy had woken and was now staring at me.
“Mr. Nate? Why is your pee pee standing up so big?”
I laughed, jostling Camille. She woke and rubbed her head along my chest like a baby kitten, stretching against my side forcing my “pee pee” to harden further.
“Whoa, it just got even bigger!” Tanner said, his eyes staring at the huge erection I was sporting through my boxers and the sheet covering my lower half.
“Tanner, baby, what are you doing here?”
Tanner’s little hand went to grab my prick. “Can I feel it?” He asked in awe.
I flung my hand over my dick and pressed away from his reach. “No, little man. You can’t. You never touch a bloke’s wanker.”
His eyebrows crunched up. “What’s a wanker?”
Camille laughed into my chest. I was glad someone thought this was funny. I was mortified. I took a deep breath and laid back down. He sat up cross legged next to me, waiting patiently. Camille chuckled again.
“You gonna help me out here?” I asked her.
“With boy parts?” She sounded shocked and shook her head.
I ruffled a hand through my hair and sighed. “Okay sport. Here goes it. When a boy…er a man wakes up in the morning, sometime his ‘pee pee’,” I used his word, “gets hard and stands up. It’s normal and will go down in a few minutes.”
He grabbed his lips with his hand and pinched them together, seeming to chew on what I’d said. “So will my pee pee get big like yours? He stood up and pulled down his pants to show me his wanker. “See mine is little and yours is huge!”
“Tanner!” Camille scolded.
I closed my eyes and shook my head. “Put that thing away. You never show your private parts unless it’s to a doctor, your Mum or me. And only me if it hurts or I’m helping you with a bath, okay?”
He nodded and jumped down from the bed. “I’m starving, Mommy. Can I have cereal?” Discussion over apparently. Would I ever get used to kid-speak? I hoped to hell I would.
Camille sat and pulled her hair off her neck. “Uh, honey I don’t know. We’ll see what Mr. Nate has okay.”
I cringed. I didn’t have cereal. Never had a taste for it but if I was going to have the lad here I’d need to make some provisions. Maybe I could have Emma help? Camille got up and pulled on her jeans from yesterday hiding her sweet arse. I groaned and she winked at me over her shoulder. I’d had her so many different ways last night it was a wonder she could walk.