Chapter Nine
After an afternoon out helping Mikhail fix fences, Mikhail and Camilla returned to the house for dinner—which had turned out to be damn good. Camilla had been worried about their dinner after the fiasco that morning, but Wyatt and James had pulled out all the stops. Borscht for their starter soup and slow-cooked roast beef, baby potatoes with garlic butter, glazed carrots, and grilled asparagus for the main. Dessert, mini eclairs that melted on her tongue, had even been a shocker. Not that James or Wyatt had made it: Gareth had picked it up from a locally owned bakery.
The other men had even begun to warm toward her. Though Nolan seemed a little wary still, and Lincoln appeared closed off. Gareth had told her that Lincoln was just that way, even with them on occasion, and to not take offense.
Stefan and Antonio were on dish duty, so everyone else had scattered pretty much right after the meal—though not before many jokes were called out, but quickly enough they were dragged into helping the two men. Camilla found herself alone with Gareth, as Mikhail was having a conversation with Nolan that looked serious. They headed off, but not before he shot her an apologetic look.
“Don’t worry about it, he’ll be back later,” Gareth said. “We likely have a mission coming up soon. Since Mikhail’s our sniper, Nolan likes to get his distinctly unique point of view on any locations we might end up in. Come on, let’s take a lazy walk to help digest dinner.”
“Ah, okay.” Camilla slipped her hand into Gareth’s and smiled up at him. “You just want to steal me away for a bit, admit it. That’s okay, though, I’m totally good with it. I can’t wait for you to kiss me, touch me. You know, the little things.”
“You’re babbling, sweetheart,” he said with a grin. “I kind of like it. I like the idea of you being so thrown for a loop by how much of a stud I am, how my charisma overwhelms you, and by the fact that my sexual pull is frazzling your brain. I’ll try to tone it down a bit for you.”
Camilla laughed; she couldn’t have stopped the laugh if she’d tried. “Oh God.” She was giggling now, at least, no longer gut laughing. “Well, tell you what.” She looked up at him with heat and need in her gaze. “How about you show me just how much I will need you in my life? I have a feeling that it’s going to be a lot.” She left it at that. Camilla wanted to know his thoughts on them being together.
She found herself spun and then pushed up against one of porch pillars. Gareth’s heat warmed every inch of her front. “You already know you need me.” Lowering his head, he brushed his lips to her jaw, moving down her throat to the hard beat of her pulse where he paused and gave a nip.
Camilla panted and nodded. “I do,” she confessed as she rubbed against him. “I just needed you to show me that you needed me, too.” Mikhail and Gareth meant something to her, something important and special. She wanted and needed more from both men.
“I need you, don’t ever doubt that. I’ve wanted you since I tackled you, Camilla. I just didn’t think it would be wise in that moment to mention that I wanted to strip you naked and fuck you silly. What with the were, and people shooting, and all that.”
“Good point. So what do you plan on doing about this need that we are both feeling?” she asked him with an edge of desperation to her tone. “Because I have to tell you, I want you. I’m burning up with need for you.”
“I think I should take you upstairs or out to the little cabin, and we should get naked. The choice is yours. I want you naked, though. Soon,” he said against her ear before gently biting the lobe and tugging.
“I really love how you think,” she whispered. “I don’t care where we go, I just need to go somewhere so that we can get naked with each other.”
“Like I said, sweetheart, it’s all your choice. Upstairs in my room or the cabin without a soul around. Pick quickly, Camilla, or I might just strip you down here, bend you over the railing, and take you. To hell with who wanders by,” Gareth told her.
“Then let’s get up to your room if it is closer. I’m assuming it’s soundproof as well?” she asked hopefully. “Right now, I would let you bare my ass to the world so you could fuck me. Plain and simple.”
He grinned at her. He scooped her off her feet and headed for the door, and with a bit of help from her, they headed inside. Gareth carried her straight up the stairs. “All the rooms are soundproof up here. The main floor we didn’t really bother with, except for the media room. The basement is just because we occasionally are up in the dead of the night working out, and that can get noisy.”
“Ah, well, wake me one night when you’re up and working out. I would like to see that.” Camilla brushed her lips against the side of his neck and shuddered in reaction. “God, you taste yummy,” she whispered.
She felt his shiver as he shouldered his way into his room. He kicked the door shut before moving to toss her onto the bed. “One sec,” he muttered. The click of a lock explained why he’d left her floundering on his bed. His quilt had pretty much attacked her as soon as he’d dropped her, but then he was back. Gareth tugged a piece of material off her face and grinned. “What are you doing?” he asked, batting his lashes at her.
“Getting lost in your blankets,” she retorted. “And waiting on you. You just dropped me and then took off. Whatever is a girl to do?” she asked with a smile. “Come on, Gareth, get your happy, sexy ass down here and make the bounce you just gave me all better.”
“Naked first, bounce later.” He grabbed one of her legs and pulled off her runner, tossing it to the floor, before doing the same with the second one. Her socks went flying a moment before he worked on her pants. “Come on, woman. Why aren’t you helping me get you out of your four hundred flippin’ layers?”
“I don’t have on that many layers,” she said with a laugh. “How about you work on your own clothes and I will work on mine?” She tugged her shirt off and tossed it then fumbled with the clasps of her bra. “Naked, Gareth. Come on, big guy.”
“Right, naked,” he said staring down at her. A moment later he seemed to shake himself out of whatever trance he’d been in. Off came his boots, followed by socks, and then he ditched his shirt and jeans. No underwear.
“Damn, that’s hot.” Camilla licked her lips. “That you go commando as well. I love it.” She leaned in and touched her fingers to his cock, stroking her finger along the turgid flesh. “I need … I need you so much.”
He moved out of her range and shook his finger at her. “Naked, completely. You’re still hiding way too much flesh from me, and here I am, in my birthday suit, hanging in the breeze. So to speak.” Gareth gave a lopsided grin.
“Only my panties.” She kicked them off with a laugh. Her body still held the marks of Mikhail’s earlier possession of her body, but she didn’t care. “Now, here we are, both of us naked. Do you have condoms so that we can play a bit?” There was only a moment’s hesitation before she added, “Because I want to be with both of you when we go without the condoms.”
He stared at her with a blank expression before he shot a look around. “Yes, somewhere in here,” he muttered, frowning suddenly. He slid off the bed, went to the nightstand, and dug through the drawer. “Aha! We have success.” Gareth tossed her the box before he jumped back onto the bed with her.
“Hot damn.” She reached out and grabbed hold of him, her hand on his shoulder to pull him closer. “Now then, I think that you were saying something about making me scream?” She poked the proverbial bear, but couldn’t seem to help herself.
“I do believe I did,” he said, a grin on his face. Pressing a kiss to her lips, he stroked a light hand over her body gently, brushing her breasts before sliding lower. He nipped at her lip and began to tease his lips over her skin, working his way in a slow, lazy path down her body.
“Oh, you are doing very well in making that happen so far.” Camilla gasped and arched. “I think that if you keep doing that, what you are doing now, and you are going to have me going over that edge more and more.”
“Good.” Gareth bit gently at her breast. Flicking his tongue out, he teased her nipple as he slid a finger between her folds to stroke her pussy. He tormented her lightly while his mouth worked on her breasts.
“Oh, hell yes. Keep doing things like that and we’ll definitely go somewhere.” She was teasing, laughing and loving it. “So good.”
Apparently, he wasn’t going to let her guide him. Biting her other breast gently he began to kiss his way down her stomach, occasionally using his chin and the stubble there to scrape her skin lightly. Each time he slid his tongue over the small mark to soothe any sting away. He also kept working his way lower as his fingers slid up and down between her folds, just grazing her clit each time.
Camilla writhed under him. Her body was sensitized to the point that she could come with just the smallest hint of pressure. “Gareth.” She growled his name. She was ready to take his head off if they didn’t do something more, and soon!
She felt his chuckle through her sensitive body. Everything was magnified: every touch, every lick, every single nip of his teeth. He still headed south, not fast enough, but he seemed to be closing in on where she wanted him. When his mouth latched onto her clit, she nearly came off the bed.
Camilla’s back bowed and her hands moved to his head and held him there. “Hell yes.” She wiggled under him to try to get him moving just a bit more. When his fingers began to tease her even higher, she whimpered. “Gareth.” She moaned. “Please.”
Her pussy opened easily for the press of the two fingers he thrust into her. A small shot of pleasure-based pain pulsed from her clit—he’d nipped at her tight nub as he’d curled his fingers while he thrust them, hard and fast.
Camilla was on fire. Gareth played her body as if he had been working her pussy for years. He hummed then; goddamn, but the man knew her weaknesses! Camilla’s fingers curled in the bedding. She couldn’t speak, she could only gasp for air and hold on for all she was worth as wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her.
Her orgasm had her whole body shuddering when she vaguely heard humming. Odd.
He hummed a tune, something her brain recognized but she couldn’t quite grasp. Every so often, he changed the pitch, humming deeper or higher. Each change sent a different vibration through her body. He was driving her insane. Then one of his fingers pressed to her anus, rubbing and slipping in just a little.
“Holy Christ.” Camilla all but came off the bed when his finger rubbed and then pressed into her ass. She whimpered. “Again.”
“Easy,” he whispered against her slick flesh. “Try and relax, Camilla. You’re so damn tight I’m terrified of hurting you, sweetheart.” His tongue slid over her clit, flicking the sensitive bud as he eased his finger deeper into her ass.
Camilla just nodded and looked down at him. “You aren’t hurting me. That feels so damn good I could just continue to lay here orgasming, but that wouldn’t be fair to you. God, I need you,” she admitted bluntly. “But that feels so freaking good, too.”
“How about another orgasm before I fuck you good and hard?” He thrust deeper before gently drawing out and thrusting it in again. Gareth’s mouth found her clit again, sucking on the nub as he slid his fingers in and out of her pussy and ass.
“I am so good with that.” Camilla moaned and began to move against Gareth’s far-too-clever fingers. She shifted and whimpered from time to time, but finally screamed his name once more as she climaxed.
“Perfect.” His fingers slid from her body, leaving her feeling empty. A crinkling sound caught her attention, and she watched as he rolled a condom on his cock. Gareth moved over her a moment later, his shaft pressing to her pulsating pussy, but he didn’t thrust in. He waited, watching her, giving her a chance to catch her breath.
Camilla gave him a well-satisfied smile. “I could become very, very accustomed to having you making love with me, having you turning me into putty.” Oh, and she could, too. He’d made her bones turn to liquid.
“Plan on getting accustomed to it.” With a flex of his hips, he pressed slowly through her slick folds and deep into her body. He pulled out nearly all the way before thrusting back in harder, rocking her and the bed slightly.
Camilla’s legs were now up and around Gareth’s hips. Her hands on his shoulders, she watched his face as he pleasured them both. “Perfect.” She fit him like a glove. Every thrust into her body made her squirm and ache, made her desperate and needy.
Gareth smiled down at her and lowered his head to kiss her. He teased her lips, never letting her get a full kiss out of him as he slammed into her pussy over and over.
Camilla moved with Gareth. Every inch of his body entering hers and every gasp she took brought her that much closer to her orgasm, one that much closer to her flying apart with the heavens waiting for her, and him there to catch her. “There,” she whimpered. “Perfect, right there.”
She felt his lips curl against hers. He didn’t question her, just thrust into her, hitting the same spot each time. Over and over, his cock rammed into her, pushing her closer to the edge faster than should have been possible.
Camilla didn’t last long. She’d known that being with him would be explosive, but nothing could have ever prepared her for her insane reaction to him or the amazing feeling of him sliding in and out of her body. She screamed, her toes curling and whole body shuddering from the force of her orgasm.
Gareth didn’t slow—instead, he picked up the pace. He fucked harder as her body clenched on his cock. Just as she peaked in another orgasm, her body shuddering hard, he let go. Her name was a loud, strangled shout before he collapsed over her body. Their breaths intermingled as they lay in a heap of tangled limbs.
Camilla panted and gasped for air. Limp as a wet noodle, she couldn’t have moved if someone had paid her in that moment. “Mercy,” she said finally with a grin. “That was simply amazing. I think we should do that often.”