8
The pitter-patter of little feet wakes me from my slumber, and I inhale deeply. It’s early morning and the sun is just peeking through the drapes.
“Dad,” Owen says into the silence.
Cameron stays sleeping.
“Dad,” he calls again.
“Hmm.” Cameron frowns and pulls the blankets back. His son climbs into his arms and Cam kisses the top of his head. “Go back to sleep, buddy,” he whispers groggily.
I smile and put my arm over Cameron and dust the back of my fingers down Owen’s face. “Good morning, my beautiful Owie,” I mumble, smiling sleepily.
“Morning, Momma,” he whispers in his husky little voice.
We lie in silence for another half hour.
“Dad, I’m hungry.” Owen stretches.
Cameron’s eyes stay shut. “Sshh,” he whispers with his eyes still shut. “Don’t wake Momma; she’s very tired.”
“Mom’s already awake,” Owen replies, annoyed.
“Huh?” Cameron rolls over and smiles when he sees me with my eyes open. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t Mrs. Stanton in the flesh.” He slides his hand around my waist and kisses me softly. “I thought you were still asleep.” He smiles.
“No, I was letting you sleep in.”
He smiles against my lips, as if remembering something. “We got married yesterday.”
I laugh. “Huh, fancy that. We did.” I get up and throw my robe on and open the drapes and look around my beautiful room. There’s even a framed photograph of the three of us on my bedside table. “I just love this room, Cam.” I shake my head. “I love everything about it. What you picked, how you did it. The fact that you did it yourself.”
Cam smiles proudly as he looks around. “Hmm, me too.”
I smirk; I would just love to tease him about loving this room…but, I won’t.
“How did you ever pull this off?” I ask.
“With great difficulty,” he sighs, his eyes still closed.
“Dad, I’m really hungry.” Owen frowns. “Get up.”
Cameron is the one who usually fusses over Owen in the mornings. However, today, the poor man is exhausted.
“Daddy is tired, baby. I’ll get your breakfast,” I reply.
Cameron yawns. “It’s not here yet; I have to ring for it.”
“Huh?” I frown.
“The hotel down the road is bringing up a full breakfast out in the garden, but I have to ring for it.” He yawns sleepily. “I couldn’t cook you anything because we don’t have a kitchen yet.”
Owen’s eyes widen in horror; he’s getting hangry. “Well, how long will that be?”
“I packed some Muesli bars and bananas in your backpack, Owen,” Cam replies.
“Come on, let’s go get your backpack until breakfast arrives.” I smile.
Cameron gets up and sleepily pulls his boxers on.
“Stay in bed, Cam,” I say.
“Hmm, no.” He looks out the window. “I’ve got to put the sprinklers on our plants.”
“What?” I frown.
“We won’t be back for a week and I’m worried they’re going to die.” He sighs. “We do go on our honeymoon this afternoon, remember?” He shakes his head at my forgetfulness.
“Am I coming on the moon-honey?” Owen asks.
“No. Remember you’re going to stay with Blake and Natasha and Joshua,” Cameron says. “We’re bringing you back a big present.” He widens his eyes to accentuate his point. “Huge.”
Owen smiles. “Oh, yeah, that’s right. Sick.” He punches the air in excitement.
Cameron looks out the window. “I’ll need to give the garden a good soaking, though, now. We’ll leave in three hours, okay?”
I drop my head and smile at the floor. “Is that a garden attachment I’m picking up on, Mr. Stanton?” I tease.
His eyes glance up to me and he smirks, knowing full well I’ve got him.
“Well…” His eyes flick back outside again. “I didn’t want to put all that work in for nothing,” he replies matter-of-factly.
I fold my arms in front of me as I lean up against the wall. “Who knew that Cameron Stanton would trade nightclubs for gardening?”
His eyes dance with mischief. “I’ll be sowing a few more seeds this week for that matter.”
My eyes hold his. “If you’re lucky.”
“No luck required,” he fires back. “I have a wife now. I can do whatever the hell I want with her.”
I smile. “Is that so?”
He holds up his hand and shows me the gold band on his finger with a raised eyebrow, and I smile broadly. “That is one sexy hand.”
He takes me in his arms. “Well, I have one sexy wife.”
“Eww. Stop kissing. I just want a banana,” Owen snaps.
“Owen.” Cameron sighs, losing his patience. “I want to give your mother a banana. Go and find the backpack please. Now.”
Owen scowls and heads into his room in search of his backpack, and Cameron kisses me. Deep, aggressive tongue as he grips the back of my head. Dominant perfection, my whole body tingles.
“I can’t wait to get you on your own for a week,” he whispers darkly, pulling my bottom lip out with his teeth and nipping it hard.
I jump at the sting. He then leaves the room and I watch the doorway he just left through. My body thumps with arousal from his momentary touch.
A week alone with my husband…and the mood he’s in… I think I should be scared.
I smile sleepily as I lean my head on Cam’s shoulder. We’re on a plane en-route to our honeymoon in Paris…another surprise.
Cameron is doing a crossword and I know he’s trying to calm his nerves about leaving Owen; he’s never had to do it before. I thought he was going to call the whole thing off when Owen got teary as we left.
“He’ll be fine, Cam,” I sigh.
Cam nods as he pretends to concentrate on the crossword. “I know,” he replies. “Maybe he would have been better staying with Jenna?”
“He’s staying with Jenna through the day, but you said you wanted him to stay with Tash at night because she has guards with her all the time,” I reply.
“I know.” He flicks his pen as he thinks.
“It’s one week.”
He nods. “I know.”
I smile as I watch him. “And he’s crawled into bed with Tash and Josh before in the middle of the night, they don’t mind.” I smile softly. “He’s in very safe hands.”
“A week’s a long time to a little kid,” he murmurs.
“Cameron, he’ll be fine,” I reassure him. “He gets to spend time with his cousins, and this is the first week we have been away alone together. Ever.”
He frowns. “We went to New York.”
“Yes. And I was sick with nerves the whole time, knowing that you were going to leave me any second.”
His brow creases. “How the hell did you do this parent thing on your own?”
I shrug. “It was hard.” I think for a moment. “But not as hard as knowing that one day Owen was going to ask me who his father was.” I narrow my eyes as I think. “And knowing I couldn’t tell him the answer because I didn’t even know.”
Cam shakes his head. “Fuck, Ash. What a nightmare that would have been.”
I smile sadly as I think. “You know, I look back to when Owen was a baby, and even my pregnancy, and I feel like…” I pause.
“You feel like what?” he asks.
“I feel like I didn’t even enjoy being pregnant, you know? I was so scared and constantly worried about money and med school.”
Cam’s face falls and he puts his arm around me and kisses my forehead. “Next pregnancy will be different, Bloss. I promise.”
I smile and then I frown.
“What?” he asks.
“When do you think we could have another baby, Cam?”
He frowns. “I thought you would want to wait a while. I didn’t want to bring it up and make you feel pressured,” he replies.
“Owen will be five soon and if we want more,” I shrug, “I’m afraid the age gap will be too big between him and his brothers or sisters and then they won’t be close.”
“Whenever you want, baby.” He smiles up against my face as he holds me close. “I’m happy with the family I’ve already got, but if it were up to me I would be trying to get you pregnant on this trip. I’m going to practice anyway, of course,” he mutters.
I look up at him in shock. “What? A baby now? Really?”
“We could?” He purses his lips as he thinks. “But… I know how much you gave up to have Owen, so the decision on when is yours. When you’re ready is when it will happen.”
I smile against his chest. “How many children do you want, Cameron?” It feels funny to be talking about this.
“Twelve,” he replies without hesitation.
“Twelve?” I laugh. “That’s not happening, I can tell you right now.”
“Okay, six.”
“Six?” I shake my head. “Are you drunk?”
Cameron smiles and kisses my lips. “Drunk on you.”
“Cam.” I shake my head. “Babies are messes and crying and sleepless nights.”
He smiles. “And if they give me the same kind of feeling that Owen gives me, then bring it the fuck on.”
My eyes hold his. I love this man. “You know, Cameron, sometimes the things you say… and how hard you love me and Owen… you could probably get me pregnant just by looking at me if you really wanted to,” I whisper.
“I like having sex with you too much to try that method,” he replies dryly.
“You’re an animal.” I smile.
He picks up his pen and goes back to his crossword. “That would make you Mrs. Animal,” he replies flatly as he reads. “Actually, put that on my headstone. Here lies Mr. Animal, husband to Mrs. Animal, who loved sucking cock.” He raises an eyebrow. “Hmm, I like it.”
I roll my eyes. “Do your crossword, idiot.” I glance over his shoulder and read the next question. “Vostok 6,” I murmur.
Cameron eyes flick up to me and he frowns and reads the question out loud. “In which craft did Valencia Tereshkova make her historic space flight?” He narrows his eyes at me. “How do you know that?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I must have read it once.”
“Your brain is a real fucking turn on, you know?” He licks his lips. “You better watch out or I will get you pregnant.”
Our eyes are locked.
“I dare you,” I whisper.
“Dare is a strong word… I am a goal-orientated man, you know.” He raises an eyebrow in question.
My eyes drop to his lips. “So I’ve heard.”
He kisses me slowly. “Challenge accepted. My mission is now crystal clear. Fuck my brainiac wife and inject her with my super human sperm.”
“Oh, my God.” I laugh out loud. “You are determined on keeping that romance score as low as possible, aren’t you?”
He winks sexily and sips his scotch. “You bet, baby.”
We walk down the street, hand in hand.
This is the honeymoon of all honeymoons. I can’t stop smiling. We have eaten and laughed our way around Paris. Sleeping in, having sex whenever we want, sleeping late, drinking cocktails, sightseeing, speaking French…when it’s actually necessary.
“I love Paris.” I smile.
“Paris loves you,” Cam replies casually. “Let’s go home and spend the afternoon in bed.”
“That sounds awfully good.”
His eyes flick to mine and he smiles darkly. “Do you want to stop for a few drinks before we go back to our hotel?”
“No,” I reply as I look at the bustling street around us. “Let’s just go home.”
We walk past a pharmacy. “I’ve just got to go in here for a moment.” He pulls me in by the hand.
I’m not really concentrating and I just follow him around. “What are you looking for?” I ask as he looks for something specific.
“I think it should be…” He frowns and goes to the next aisle and looks around. “Aha.” He picks a large bottle off the shelf and then keeps looking for something, and then picks another bottle from the shelf.
“What’s that?” I ask.
His eyes hold mine. “Lube.”
What?
My eyes widen and I swallow the lump in my throat.
Fuck.
“Sure you don’t want that drink?” he asks as he raises his brow.
“Yeah, maybe I will,” I murmur.
“You should maybe have a few.” His eyes drop to my lips. “You’re going to need to relax. I need my wife soft and supple to work with.”
Double fuck.
Two hours and a few cocktails later, we burst into our room. Cameron has been talking dirty to me for the last two hours and I’m pretty sure if he blows in my direction I’ll orgasm. Our lips are locked and he walks me backwards.
“You know, Cam, I was thinking.” He slides my jeans down my legs, completely preoccupied.
“Did it hurt?” he murmurs against my breast.
I fake a laugh. “You’re so funny.” I hold the top of his head as it drops lower, down my stomach.
“You know…” I pause as he bites my hip bone, and my mouth falls open. “I’m not really into this, Cameron.”
He bites me hard.
“I like our sex life the way it is. I don’t think I want to change it. You don’t try and fix what isn’t broken…right?”
He stands and his eyes hold mine. “This isn’t up for discussion, Ashley.” His voice has dropped to that dominant tone he gets when aroused.
I frown.
He runs his finger underneath my jaw and lifts my face so that it’s only millimeters from his. “You’re my wife.”
I get goosebumps.
“And I want to fuck your beautiful ass.”
I swallow the lump in my throat as a fission of fear runs through me.
“And I’m taking what’s mine. Today.”
I frown. “It’s not that I don’t want to but… you’re really big, Cam,” I whisper. “It scares me.”
“Have I ever hurt you, Bloss?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“You know I would never hurt you.” He kisses me, hard lips and soft tongue, and I feel my arousal start to pump. “I love you.” He kisses me again. “I want all of you.” Our kisses turns desperate. “I want you to want to please me and give me what I need.”
I can feel my body submitting to his.
“Trust me,” he whispers against my lips.
Our kiss is slow and tender and perfect, and fuck I do want to give him this.
It’s our honeymoon.
“What if it starts to hurt?”
“It will hurt… you know it will at first.” He slides my top over my shoulders and throws it to the floor, and undoes my bra and throws it off, too. He sucks on my nipple, hard enough that I wince in pain. “But sometimes a bit of pain is so, so good,” he murmurs against my skin.
I close my eyes as he drops to his knees in front of me and slides my skirt down, and then my panties.
I have my hands on his shoulders and he inhales deeply.
My eyes close in pleasure.
“You smell so fucking good, baby,” he whispers. He lifts my leg so it’s over his shoulder and licks my open flesh. He nibbles and licks and bites me, and I grip his shoulders as I try to remain standing. “Over to the bed, Bloss,” he whispers.
My heart is thumping hard in my chest and he leads me by the hand. “Lie down,” he whispers.
With his eyes not leaving mine, he lifts his t-shirt over his head.
My legs want to open by themselves, and I writhe in anticipation.
He slides his jeans down and then his briefs, and I am gifted with the sight of his huge hard penis that hangs heavily between his legs.
He starts to slowly stroke himself. “This is how it’s going to go, Bloss. I’m going to warm you up. Then I’m going to lube you up.”
I frown. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Then I’m going to put you on your hands and knees.”
I stare at him as my heart hammers in my chest. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Then I’m going to lube you up again.”
I can’t breathe.
He strokes himself and my mouth goes dry… he’s so hot.
“And you’re going to beg me to fuck you.”
I nod, no words will leave my mouth. I’m hardly breathing.
“Once I start, I’m not stopping.”
My scared eyes hold his.
“Do you understand me, Ashley?”
I nod.
Fuck.
He comes and sits next to me on the bed, spreads my legs wide and runs his fingertips through the lips of my sex. “Such a pretty pussy,” he whispers as he looks down at my open body.
I close my eyes and softly moan.
He slides in three fingers aggressively and I wince; he pumps me harder and harder and harder and I cry out as my back arches off the bed.
For ten minutes he rides me with his hard fingers until I can’t see straight.
“Get on your hands and knees, baby. I need to taste you.”
I frown. What?
“Do it,” he growls.
I shuffle onto my hands and knees and he comes around behind me and spreads my legs wide. “Down onto your elbows, Bloss.”
I drop down to my elbows and he puts his three fingers back into my sex.
In…out…in…out. Harder and harder and harder, and the bed is rocking, and I can’t think as my body rides out the pleasure.
And then his tongue sears my back opening, and I drop my head to the mattress.
Oh, my fucking God…this is too much.
Senses overload.
His fingers pump me hard while his tongue laps at me tenderly. “Don’t come,” he growls.
What?
“Cam,” I pant as my body lurches back and forward. “I’m going to come. I can’t last.”
He takes his fingers out and my body collapses onto the bed in a heap.
“Up on your knees!” he growls.
I get back up onto my knees and he begins to lick me again, and my legs are shaking and I can’t hold myself up. I can see him through my legs, and pre-ejaculate is dripping from his cock.
He is so turned on.
“Fuck me, Cameron,” I whimper. “Fuck me now.”
Satisfaction crosses his face and he stands and gets the lube, and pours it into his hand and begins to rub it all over my sex and behind.
He massages and massages and it feels so good, and then he slides his finger in deep and my eyes widen as my breath catches.
With one hand holding me by the shoulder, the other hand slowly begins to ride me.
I drop my head and moan.
In, out, and around and around.
I hate to admit it, but this feels—
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?”
I nod my head and I think I have double vision. My body begins to take him in a rhythm.
Oh.
My.
Fucking.
God.
Then I feel him nudge his cock at my entrance and I close my eyes. He grabs my hip with one hand and guides himself into me with the other.
Ah, fuck.
I screw up my face.
“Relax, baby,” he whispers.
He shuffles my legs further apart.
“Relax, baby; I won’t hurt you.”
I nod and drop my head and try to relax myself, and he pushes forward hard and nails me to the bed.
Searing pain rips through me and I screw up my face into the mattress.
“Ash.” He kisses my shoulder. “I’m in, baby.” He kisses my back. “That’s the worst of it.” He bites my shoulder as I try to control my breathing. “Kiss me,” he pleads. I turn my head and we kiss softly over my shoulder, and it’s tender and beautiful.
“I love you,” he whispers.
I smile against his lips. “You’d better.”
He chuckles. “I’m going to move, Bloss.” He rubs my hips as he slowly pulls out and slides back home. He pours some oil over my behind and down onto the place where our bodies join. “Fuck,” he moans. “This is something else.” He slides out slowly and the oil releases some of the pressure, and he slides home easily this time.
He reaches around and starts to circle over my oily clitoris with his fingertips as he pulls out again and my body quivers. “Oh, you like that,” he whispers in my ear from behind. “My beautiful wife loves getting filled with my cock. Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look right now?” he moans. He pumps me with force and I cry out. With one hand on my hipbone maneuvering my angle and the two fingers deep within my sex, he starts to ride me hard.
My eyes are rolled back in my head.
I’ve never felt something so fucking good.
Deep…so deep.
And surprisingly intimate. This isn’t at all what I expected.
Our skin is slapping hard. He grabs a handful of my hair and rips my head back, so he can kiss me over his shoulder. He pulls me aggressively up onto his lap and I’m putty in his dominant hands.
He’s everywhere, in my mouth, in my sex, in my ass. His hand reaches around and he squeezes my nipple and that’s it, I can’t take anymore. I convulse into an orgasm.
“Fuck!” he yells and then he lifts me and slams me repeatedly down onto him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He holds himself deep and his body jerks as it explodes.
He drops his head to my shoulder and we both pant. we’re covered in a sheen of perspiration and are both struggling to catch our breath.
He starts to trail soft kisses up my neck as he silently thanks me for letting him have what he needed.
I smile as I lie back on his body. “I think you just impregnated a lady downstairs in the lobby,” I pant.
I feel him smile above me. “I think so.” We kiss softly. “You are amazing.” He kisses me softly again. “You all right?” he whispers as he studies my face.
“I know. I am pretty amazing.” I kiss him again as I pant. “It was worth getting married for, I suppose.”
He laughs and picks me up and throws me onto the bed. “Shut up or I’ll do it again.”