The Right Bride

Chapter Twenty-Six


CAMERON HAD PUSHED up all his meetings and flown all night to get home. He didn’t like being away from Emma when she was sick. Even with Marti there, he’d worried about his little girl.

When he came into the penthouse, he figured everyone was asleep. Past midnight, the house was quiet and dark.

He dropped his bags in the entryway and headed for Emma’s room. He snuck in, only to find an empty bed. The sheets were rumpled and her butterfly nightlight shined a soft glow over a cup of water on the nightstand beside the bed and her favorite Tina’s Travels books spread out on the blankets and floor.

Maybe Marti took her to George’s. He’d come all this way and almost a day early and they weren’t even home.

Disappointed, he walked into the master bedroom and saw the sweetest sight he’d ever see. Marti and Emma slept curled up in his big bed together.

He didn’t think about what he was doing or what the consequences might be. He stripped off his rumpled suit, put on a pair of pajama bottoms, and crawled into bed behind Marti. She had Emma wrapped in her arms and her back to him. He curled up behind her and held them both to his chest.

He buried his face in her hair and when he smelled her fresh, clean scent, he sighed and fell into a deep, contented sleep.



MARTI WOKE UP and noticed four things: light shown through the slit in the drapes, Emma wasn’t in bed with her, Cameron was on top of her kissing her, and he was naked. His hard cock pressed against her thigh. Not a dream. Reality. Cameron was here with her, kissing her. He slipped off her nightshirt, ran his hand down her stomach to her panties and pulled them down her legs. He came back to her and continued loving her awake with soft openmouthed kisses across her belly and up to her neck.

“Cameron.” Was that her breathless voice? He’d never touched her or kissed her like this. One stolen kiss here or there when he came to see George, but nothing as deep and passionate as this.

He kissed her neck and collarbone and his fingers combed into her hair, holding her head still. His entire body pressed down the length of hers. She loved the feel of his weight on her.

Giving in to temptation and need, she threw her arms around him and held him to her. She ran her hands down the smooth line of his back and dug her nails in when he licked her earlobe and sucked it gently.

“Emma woke up and saw us all sleeping together. You know what she said? Can I have some cereal? That’s it. She’s in there watching a cartoon movie and eating breakfast. She thought it was the most normal thing in the world to wake up in bed with both our arms around her.”

“You’ve been here all night.” He trailed kisses down her neck and over the swell of her breast, and she sighed with sheer pleasure.

“I got in a little past midnight and found you two in bed. I couldn’t help myself. I crawled in with both of you and held the world in my arms all night.”

He moved up and took her mouth. He’d wanted to kiss her, really kiss her, for so long he couldn’t think straight half the time.

He kissed her soft and gentle, traced her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, and when the tip of his hard throbbing erection pushed against her and she gasped he thrust his tongue into her mouth and slid it over hers. She sighed and moaned deep in her throat and grabbed the muscles of his back and pulled him to her more.

She spread her thighs, so he fit between them more easily, and she ran her feet up the outside of his legs.

She loved the way he felt. He was so strong and male. His legs were hairy and tickled her feet. She stroked her feet up and down them, bringing his erection to her entrance and away with each push and pull of her legs up and down his.

She moved her hands up and over his chest, on to his strong shoulders and into his rich, dark hair. She held his mouth to hers and matched each stroke and slide of his tongue with hers.

He released her mouth and she pulled his hair in protest until he took her nipple into his mouth and suckled and circled the tight, aching bud with his tongue. Then, instead of pulling his hair, she moaned and pulled his head to her asking for more.

He loved how she responded to every touch, every lick, every kiss and caress. She was embers in a fire and he was the wind flaring them to life. Her flames licked at him in turn with each stroke of her tongue on his neck, every little nip and bite she took, and every press of her hips to him, seeking for him to ease the fire and make it flare at the same time.

He lapped, licked, stroked her breast with his tongue, suckled, and she writhed beneath him. He wanted to bury himself in her fast and hard. With a supreme act of will, he slowed himself down, savored every contour of her body and the taste of her skin.

He moved his hand down over her ribs and stomach and found paradise. When he found her slick and wet, he groaned deep in his throat and took her mouth. He slid his finger inside her tight sheath and stroked until her passion spilled over his fingers.

She was on fire, burning only for him. She was being consumed by him. His finger inside her matched each stroke of his tongue over hers. She felt like she was being tightly wound around him, and just when she thought she couldn’t take it any longer, he thrust two fingers into her and she exploded into a million sparks, flying in the wind to heaven. His thumb circled the soft little bundle of nerves and kept those sparks flying out. Heat built in her core and expanded out over her body.

She pressed her hips up, searching for him to end the torment once again.

He took her bottom lip gently in his teeth and bit softly until she opened her eyes. “I need you, Marti. I want to be a part of you if only for a moment, this moment, for however long it lasts. Say yes.”

“Yes, Cameron, my love. I need you too.”

He pushed deep inside her in one strong thrust. Her hips came up to meet his, and she took him deep inside herself. The world spun away and all he felt, all he knew, was Marti. He pulled out slowly and loved the sweet tight feel of her around him. He thrust deep again. Her nails raked down his back and over his ass and pulled him to her deeper.

She loved the feel of him inside her. Full and complete, for every stroke out, she met him when he came back to her with as much passion and pleasure as he gave to her.

He kissed her neck and nipped at her shoulder, keeping their pace slow and sultry. He loved every moan and sigh he drew from her. Her legs moved up over his hips, and he thrust into her hard. She called his name and groaned for him, only for him.

He moved his hand over her breast and squeezed her firm roundness. He plucked at her nipple with his thumb and finger and she arched up to him for more.

He moved his hand under her hip, pulled her up tight against him, and increased the pace. Her moans came fast, ripples of contractions ran through her.

He took her mouth and drove his tongue deep inside, tasting everything and stealing her breath. He thrust again and again.

She pushed up to him, harder and faster until finally she called his name and threw her head back and held him to her. When she settled back into the bed, he thrust once more deep, groaned, and spilled himself inside of her.

Completely spent and satisfied, he let everything else go and just settled into being with Marti. Her hands rubbed up and down his back, soothing him. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto his side, keeping himself locked deep inside her. He didn’t want to let her go. Not yet. He never wanted to let this moment pass.

She lay limp and lax as a rubber band. Her whole body pressed down the length of him. He was warm and held her so tightly, not a centimeter of space separated them.

She felt protected and surrounded by his heat and strength, like nothing could touch her.

For the first time in her life, she knew what it meant to belong to another, truly belong to them. She was Cameron’s for this moment, for a lifetime. She’d never love another like she loved him.

Her breath whispered over his skin and her arm draped over his side, her fingertips stroking his back. She nuzzled into his chest and used her arm to hold him tightly to her.

He’d never felt so wanted and needed more so than he did in this moment. Even with Caroline, his emotions hadn’t been this strong, his need this possessing. He had to have her.

He grew rigid inside her, and she moaned. He tilted her head up to take her mouth, kiss her so tenderly it brought tears to her eyes. They spilled down her cheeks, and he kissed them away.

He draped her leg over his hip and moved slowly, pressing his hips to hers and pulled her to him. He stroked his hand up and down her thigh and over her hip, moving inside of her. She felt so good. He couldn’t stop touching her.

He moved his hand and caressed it up her side and over the top of her breast. Her hard nipples pressed against his chest and he moved back and rubbed his palm over the peaked tip. She moaned and pressed her breast into his palm.

Slow and gentle, he brushed his fingertips around the fullness and up over her shoulder. With a soft caress down her spine and over her hip, he cupped her bottom, squeezed the firm globe in his palm, and pressed her closer. He thrust deep and slowly retreated.

He kissed her softly, nibbling at the line of her jaw and over her earlobe. He whispered sweet words in her ear about how beautiful she was, how soft she was, how much she pleased him.

He moved his hand between them and found the soft, slick nub and slowly rubbed the pad of his finger in circles around and over it. She tightened around him in response to the soft caress. She called to him to jump over the edge and sail the wild sea of stars. Again, she shattered in his arms, and this time she took him with her.

Every aftershock and contraction of her body shot through him, milking everything he had to give. He held her tight and pressed his lips to her forehead.

At a complete loss after making love to her, he had nothing left inside him to put into words.

He didn’t want the moment to pass because this was all they had, but it had to end. With a supreme act of will, he withdrew from her and rolled onto his back. Completely empty inside, he stared at the ceiling.