Oh fuck, her mouth is so warm. I don’t want to open my eyes, this dream feels so real. It’s been too long since we’ve fucked. I need this, I need Cameron. Reaching down, I hold on to the sides of her face but…she pulls me out of her mouth.

Motherfucker.

I knew it would end, then out of nowhere, she’s straddling my body, the warmth of her skin above me heats me, and I open my eyes, needing to see if this is really happening or not. And sure enough, Cameron is hovering over me. My attention is drawn to her pussy as she reaches behind her and holds on to my shaft, sliding down on top of me.

A strong growl brews within my throat, echoing off the soft walls of her apartment. Then she begins to move, her hands placed neatly across my chest, smashing her tits together. Fuck, I’ve missed her.

She has her head back and is in her own world. Tilting my head to the side, I watch her, loving how lost she is, how nothing else matters, and for once… she doesn’t seem to be in pain. Bracing her thighs, my fingers dig deep as she fiercely bobs up and down on me, showing no mercy. She moans and I angle my head back, getting lost in her noises, pumping my hips upward each time she comes down on me. Her pussy is my salvation. With everything that we have been through…she is all I need.

“Oh God!” she cries, falling forward, releasing all her pent up pain and stress into an orgasm so amazing that I let go too as I slam her from underneath. My balls fire; the feeling can only be described as mind-blowing.

As she lies down on top of me, I tickle her back, trailing my fingers all over her skin. Her breathing is even, nice and calm, and I ask her, “Did you sleep okay?

“Yeah, I did. You?”

“The rain kept me up most of the night, did you hear it?” She shakes her head and I look out the window at the gray sky. “We probably should go and stock up on some water and food today.”

“Is that really what you want to do?” she asks me.

I chuckle a little, “It’s not what I want to do, babe, but we need to.”

“Okay, do you still want to have lunch?” she asks me.

“Sure.”

“Can we do it today?”

“Yeah,” I tell her.

“Did you think about what I said last night?”

“Can we just start with lunch and then see how you feel after visiting today?”

“‘Kay.” Cameron slides out of bed. My eyes watch her tight ass strutting to the bathroom, loving that she is actually up. “You want coffee?” I ask.

“Please.”

I hop out of bed and pull my shorts on from the floor. I make us a fresh pot of coffee and go in search of her. She’s pulling up her hair and she asks me, “You ready?”

“Uh…yeah.” I respond and grab a change of clothes, then brush my teeth and find her in the kitchen with two to-go cups of coffee for us. She’s obviously looking forward to getting out.

“You wanna walk the beach?” she asks me.

“Absolutely,” I tell her and glance at her, wondering why the sudden change. Looking outside it’s not raining, so I don’t question her. I take the coffee she passes to me and we head out, both barefoot. It’s one of the benefits of living on the beach. Looking up, the sky is dark. “Do you think this storm is gonna be that bad?” she asks.

“Personally, no, it’s already so disorganized. I think we’ll get a lot of rain, but that’s it.”

She takes a sip of her coffee, looking out at the blue water, and I don’t think she has the slightest clue how gorgeous she is. “What?” she asks as I stare at her.

“Nothing, admiring you. I’m glad to see you up and fueling yourself.” I wrap my arm around her, keeping her close to me and pray that this is the beginning of us moving past the pain of the loss of Conner. I don’t want to hurt anymore or see her hurting. The way she has been this last week has been unbearable at times. So to see a smile on her face and to actually have her out of the house, I’ll do anything to keep it that way.

* * *

Sitting back in the chair as I observe Cameron bullshitting with everyone at work, I don’t know that I’ve seen her laugh more in a really long time. She’s even laughing at the dumb shit Luke says. This is where she belongs. This is what she needed.

“You better see a doctor for that,” she tells him as she looks at his black and blue thumb. Apparently, he closed it in his truck door or something and it looks fucked up.

“See, good thing you’ve been off; it gave my thumb time to rest,” he tells her. One of the other guys chimes in, busting his balls saying, “Right, like your thumb needed a fucking break. The only thing you use it for is to jerk off.”

“Oooooohhhh,” the room erupts at the jab.

“Fuck you, asshole. So you all know, I had a date last night.”

“Yeah, with a hooker?” that same guy says and Luke flips him off, storming out of the room. Cameron is laughing so hard she can barely sit up and I shake my head. I mean, the poor guy had it coming.

But our banter is quickly cut short as Mack walks in. The room quiets and he looks at Cameron with the most sincere regard as he leans down and hugs her, then pulls a chair up next to us.

“How are you holding up?”

“I’m better. Especially now that I’m here.”

“Yeah?” he asks.

“Uh huh, things have been rough…really rough. But seeing everyone and being back here feels good. How are things with you?”

“Hah, busy as ever,” he says looking down at the stack of papers in his hand.

“What’s all that?” she asks him.

“Projections about this storm.”

“You think it’s gonna be a big deal?” I ask him.

“I don’t know, possibly. I’m hoping we can have the helicopters out the entire time and not miss any rescues…but you know how it can be. You’re both from here after all.”

“If you’re worried about the boats getting pulled in and needing help, Nixon and I can work,” Cameron says, and at this point there is no talking her out of any of this. This is what she wants to do, and if she sits in the heli while I do the rescues, then so be it. We already agreed that I’d be going in from now on.

“Are you sure?” he looks at me and I nod, giving him the green light.

“Yeah, being here today has been great. And I want to make a difference; I don’t want other families to suffer like we have. If we can get our team out there, then I want to be a part of it.”

“Nixon, you feel the same?” he questions me.

“She brought it up last night, and I guess I can’t argue. This is where she belongs; this is what makes her happy.”

“Okay, I’ll reactivate you both starting tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you!” she exclaims and gives him a hug. I stand and shake his hand before he walks out. Looking down at Cam, she kisses me. “Thank you, baby. I promise you won’t regret this.”