Cam swept his gaze over Arden’s naked body glistening with sweat as she lay on his bed, face buried in his pillow. Low sounds still drifted from her throat and her fingers clutched the sheets, her upper half rising and falling as she panted.

He still felt her pussy contracting around him, still felt the heated rush as her juices washed over him. His imaginings were explicitly visual, but came nowhere close to the real thing. Sliding into Arden, tasting her. Hell, simply touching her felt like coming home. Arriving where and with whom he was supposed to.

For a man who cursed love and that forever bullshit, he sure as hell was willing to lose himself in Arden and the feelings she evoked in him. Feelings a million times stronger that the last time he went down this particular road.

He sat cross-legged on the bed next to her, caressing her neck and shoulders. He loved her body, loved that while she was toned and fit, her body was soft and curvy, those smooth, brown contours all woman. He trailed a finger idly down her spine, grinning when she undulated, sliding across his white sheets like a belly dancer.

“Hmm.” She turned onto her back and regarded from under her lashes. “Well, Mr. Mercer, I’d really like to see the way you treat the people you actually like.”

He chuckled. “I like you just fine, princess. Just don’t like the person you pretend to be.”

Her eyes widened a fraction, but she didn’t pretend to misunderstand. Instead she broke their gaze and surveyed his bedroom. “So this is the inner sanctum. The boudoir. Where you lay your pipe down.”

There was a question and an accusation in there somewhere, but he decided not to take the bait. “This is my bedroom, yes.” The place wasn’t anything fancy, just his king-sized bed, the chest and the small closet over in the corner. An armchair sat next to the nightstand and a window over the bed brought in fresh air and sunlight. The bathroom and kitchen slash dining area was more than what he needed. He preferred his life simple and clutter free.

Nothing simple about Arden Windham in his bed, though.

She stared up at him unblinking and he frowned. “What?”

Arden shrugged. “Nothing, just wondering.” She feigned innocence as she plucked at the sheet.

“Wondering what, damn it?” He stretched out beside her, wrapped his arms around her naked waist and pulled her onto his chest. “Talk to me.” He nudged her chin with his forehead. “Tell me what you’re wondering, princess.”

She settled atop his chest, brushing the hair from her face as she smiled. “Oh, it’s nothing important. Just wondering when was the last time you had to actually campaign to get a woman into your bed.”

He laughed out loud. “You called it a campaign, not me, and I’ve never had to work this hard.”

“You should.” She circled his shoulders. “Might work wonders for that inflated ego of yours.”

“Ego?” He raised a brow. “I don’t have an ego.”

She snorted, nipples poking his chest when she shifted. “You talk a big game, Mercer.”

Talk? He tilted her head back to meet her laughing gaze. “You saying I didn’t deliver?”

“Calm yourself, bad boy.” She patted his cheek like a child, giggling when he growled. “I’m simply saying, a second round would be welcomed right about now.”

Cam nipped her throat. “You’re gonna be a challenge.” He palmed her ass and kneaded.

She moved up and down on him. “Think you’re up for it?”

The way he’d waited patiently for her to be free? “You bet your tight ass, I am.”

Arden tightened her legs around his waist, knees poking his sides as she kissed his neck, licking and nipping. Cam threw his head back, groaning, cock jerking as she slid her lower half backwards. His shaft bumped her ass crack, but she kept moving backwards, tongue flicking over his nipples, leaving a wet trail down his stomach.

He cupped her nape, thighs parting as she nestled between and buried her face in his groin.

“Hmm.” She moaned against him. Hands caressing his pecs and abs, she nuzzled him, breathing him in while making tiny, appreciative sounds.

Cam’s skin pulled tight, blood rushing through his veins as he lay still, fighting to calm his breathing as he stared up at the ceiling. His cock dripped pre-cum, the liquid sticking to his stomach. Arden licked his crown, soft tentative, and he felt his head explode at the sensation.

“God.” He bucked up, cock nudging her chin when she pulled away slightly.

“That what you wanted?”

He looked down at her. Her dark hair framed her pixie face, eyes wide and unfocused as she met his gaze.

She traced her bottom lip with her tongue and spoke again. “Is this what you wanted? My mouth on your cock, deep throating you?”

Fuck, but just her words, spoken in that husky, aroused tone had him ready to blow. “Don’t tease.” He struggled to find his calm center, but that motherfucker was elusive. “Now isn’t the time to tease me.”

She winked. “I’m not teasing.” She kissed the inside of his left thigh and his shaft moved, lifting off his stomach to point to the ceiling.

Arden giggled.

“Princess…”

Her eyes widened at the threat in his tone.

“Take me between those sexy fucking lips, else I’ll be spanking your ass.” Shit, he had no time or inclination for pretty words, not when the sight of her wet lips had him ready to spill.

Arden bent her head and he stopped breathing, lungs burning as her hot breath kissed his crown. Cam dug his heels into the mattress, fingers on the back of her neck digging into her flesh as he waited and waited.

The anticipation was going to kill him, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t find the words to urge her on. His spine tingled and he couldn’t believe she hadn’t touched him, barely breathed on him yet he hovered on the sharp edge of surrender. She raised her gaze to him, carnal promise in those deep brown eyes as she sealed her lips around his tip.

“Argh!” His hips jerked and she sucked, hard and deliberate, pulling more pre-cum from him. “Fuck, Arden,” he breathed.

She bobbed and hummed, the wet vibration traveling to his balls and drawing them up. He was close, but she purposely kept him at the edge, holding him there as she took him to the back of her throat with quick dips of her head. He made a frustrated sound and bent his knees, angling his hips to drive deeper into her mouth. She sank her nails into his sides in an attempt to still his shallow thrusts, but Cam simply hissed and twisted his fingers in her hair.

“Need to fuck your mouth,” he growled. He used her hair as a leash, pulling her off his cock then shoving her back on, rough and rugged.

She moaned, body shuddering between his legs, but didn’t protest. He upped his assault, slamming his hips forward as he forced her on and off his aching erection. Wet, sucking noises filled the room, her saliva dripping down his cock and off her chin. Her nails more than likely broke his skin, but her eyes were glazed over with lust, mouth wet and swollen, stretched so prettily around his shaft.

The bed frame rattled, mattress groaning as he buried himself again and again, his cock head bumping the back of her throat. Cam raised his upper body off the mattress, half sitting and taking Arden with him. She stayed latched on to his cock, sucking, tongue furiously swiping across his crown and the underside, pushing into his slit and making him growl.

He pushed her down on him, hand on her nape guiding her until her nose pressed against his groin. Her gaze flew to him, throat working around him as she struggled for breath. He held her there, gaze connected as his cock twitched inside her mouth and her eyes and cheeks bulged.

Only when her eyes flared in panic did he release her, pulling her off him by her hair. She panted and coughed then took him into her mouth again. Breath hissed out from between his teeth when she fondled his heavy balls. She released his cock, hand replacing mouth, and moved lower, sucking on his sacs, a naughty finger brushing his taint.

Cam groaned, bucking into her hand. “Fuck.”

She made a sound, kind of like a chuckle, tongue tracing the seam of one of his balls then she shifted even lower, dragging her tongue across his taint and perineum.

“Fuck!” Yep, that was him yelling out, gripping the sheets with trembling fingers. The orgasm raced through his and he fought to control it. “Arden, need to come inside you. Shit.”

She moved away from him in a blur, straddled his waist with her back to him, and sank down his dick with a low moan.

“God.” All that wet heat. Cam jerked upright fully, wrapping his arms around Arden’s waist as she moved, slow and languid. “Faster.” He couldn’t get enough. His bones rattled under his skin, the need to come so strong, but Arden took her time.

He clamped his hands on her waist and urged her to move, teeth nipping her shoulder as he inhaled the fragrance of her hair. “Faster, princess.” Her pussy worked him over, those tight, hot walls contracting around him.

Arden grabbed his hands from her waist and brought them to her breasts. He cupped her, kneading, squeezing, pulling and twisting those chocolate-colored nipples. She laid her head back on his shoulder with a sigh.

“I tend to ride slow when I’m straddling,” she confessed in a breathless whisper.

“Not today.”

She chuckled, a strained sound. “Are you sure? ’Cause the quick ain’t for me.”

He bit into her shoulder and slammed up into her. Her cries bounced off the walls as she moved on him. He twisted her nipples hard with one hand. The other he brought to her cunt and eased a finger into her, alongside his cock.

“Fuck!” Her moisture poured, drenching his cock and finger.

Her walls spasmed.

“Fucking hell.” Cam worked another finger into her, gritting his teeth as the same fingers touched his sensitive cock. It was a tight-ass fit in there with her cunt stuffed full of his cock and two additional fingers.

He swelled, panting as his spine itched. “Gonna come.”

She shook in his arms, pussy tightening painfully as she placed her palm over the hand he had at her crotch. “Yeah. Do it,” she moaned. She helped him thrust those fingers into her, over and over, and the sensation of her contracting walls and his own fingers gliding on him pushed him over.

“God. God.” He lost his vision for a second, hot seed shooting from him and flooding Arden’s channel.

She screamed, nails digging deep into the flesh of his thigh as she went under. “Cam.” She whispered his name brokenly and he pulled her tight across his chest, because he couldn’t find his voice.

He fell back onto the pillows, taking her with him, his softened cock sliding out of her. He grunted at the loss and rolled until they lay side by side, Arden’s leg curled around his waist, her face buried in his sweaty chest.

He sank his fingers into her hair, tugging her head up. He kissed her closed eyelids, her nose and finally her lips, softly.

Reverently.

She sighed.

They slept.

* * *

The first gray fingers of dawn pulled Arden from sleep. Her activities from the night before played out in amazingly vivid detail behind her closed eyelids. Cam’s body heat singed her skin and held her bound to the bed as effectively as the arm he’d thrown around her waist and the strong thigh inserted between hers.

He slept quietly.

She twisted around in his hold, taking in the long lashes curved against his cheekbones and the dusting of early morning stubble. He’d promised she’d beg and she had. She’d also asked for more and enjoyed every damn thing they’d done.

Regrets?

She didn’t know yet. She traced a finger over the white scar above his eye and down his broken nose before swiping it across his lip. If she cared about Cam Mercer outside of the hurting he’d put on her pussy, she’d ask about the scars and the tattoos twisted around his thick arms like colorful, macabre sleeves. If she cared, she’d ask about his estrangement from his twin.

But she didn’t, so she wouldn’t.

What she did need was a ride home since she’d allowed Indy to have her car for the night.

Leaning over Cam’s body, she bit his earlobe. “Wake up, Mr. Mercer. You’re my ride home.” She rolled away to get dressed, but his arms closed around her waist.

“Mmm.” He buried his face in her nape and groaned.

“Princess.”

Really, did he have to insist on calling her that? She pouted, though she’d grown accustomed to it. She wiggled in his embrace, inhaling a breath when he kissed her skin. Seriously, how potent could one man possibly be?

“I have to go.” Her words were urgent, but she couldn’t make herself move away from him. “Take me home.”

He flipped them and suddenly she was on her back, Cam’s cock poking her well-used pussy as his gaze bored into her. Instinctively her legs widened, moisture flowing from her sensitive core.

He cupped the back of her head.

“Morning, princess.”

She smiled. Really, she couldn’t help it. He looked so good and felt so right on top of her. Arden cupped his naked ass and rolled her hips.

“Hello, Mr. Mercer.”

His slick cock pressed against her clit. She shuddered at the pleasure-pain as his lips covered hers. She parted for him and he slid inside, hot breath pouring into her, tongue gliding over hers and flicking over her teeth. He thrust deep, trying to swallow her whole, his shadowed jaw scraping her face.

Arden moaned into his mouth. She’d never had a morning like this, woken up with a man in her arms and been ready and willing to go at it again like rabbits. Hell, she’d never had a night like she had with Cam, never experienced half of the things they’d done, and she’s always considered herself the adventurous type.

The two other men she’d been with sexually had been great, but fuck, Cam took that shit to a whole new level.

He rocked into her and she winced at the pain. Okay, maybe she really was all used up from last night.

She broke the kiss. “Down boy, I’m too sensitive and besides, I really have to get going.”

Cam sighed and rolled off her. “Alright, but I’m not finished with you.” He grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his eyes. “Not even close.”

The threat resonated through her bones, rattling her, but she hid it as she got off the bed and looked around for her clothes. “Yeah. Yeah. Whatever.” As she headed out to the kitchen for her clothes, she threw him a wink. “Get dressed, playboy.”

Fifteen minutes later, he pulled up in front of the gate to her father’s house. They sat inside the pickup when he parked, neither willing to break the heavy silence that fell the closer they got to her home.

Arden stared out the passenger side window into the early morning gray, but she felt his eyes on her. What did they say to each other now? Did they make plans to see each other, and did she even want to see him again?

Her body hummed yes, but she swallowed the words. She needed rest before she could even contemplate the idea of being with Cam again. A lot was at stake.

Picking up her purse, she opened the car door. “Thank you for the ride, Mr. Mercer, and for bringing me home.” She hopped out and raced away before he could say anything, but even as she unlocked the gate and stepped onto her father’s property, Cam was still there.