The Truth Within (Pelican Bay 3)

Ford reached over the seat to pick the dog up while I closed my pants. My very hard cock was not happy to be stuffed back into the binding material.

“Okay, I’ll get her food ready, you find her something to watch on TV.”

“What?” I said as I grabbed his arm to stop him from getting out of the car. “She watches TV?”

Ford looked at me like it was the stupidest question anyone had ever asked.

“Fine, what does she prefer to watch?” I asked sarcastically.

“Any of the Real Housewives but if you can’t find that, the Animal Planet channel should work.”

He was out of the car like a shot. I turned off the ignition and got out and followed him. I was glad to see he was walking a little stiffly.

We worked like a well-oiled machine to get Puddles settled on the couch in front of the TV in the den. I grabbed Ford’s hand and practically dragged him up the stairs. Once I had him in my bedroom, I slammed the door shut and shoved him up against it. My mouth devoured his as I rubbed his cock through his jeans. I used my other hand to pin his wrists above his head. “Is this what you were thinking?” I asked as I held him like that. I licked and nipped at his lips as he tried to catch his breath. “Hands cuffed above your head, right?” I asked.

Ford’s eyes were glazed over with pure lust. He nodded and tried to catch my mouth with his. But I evaded the contact. I kept fondling him through his pants, though.

“Cam, please,” he groaned as he stretched and turned his body to get more contact with me. He easily could have gotten his hands free of the hold I had on him but he chose not to.

“No, wait, you wanted something a little different,” I said.

I pulled Ford forward and crashed my lips down on his in a demanding kiss that made it clear who was in charge this time around. I maneuvered him until he was lying flat on my bed. I stretched his arms up until his fingers hit the headboard. I held him there as I began grinding my hips against his.

“This is how you wanted it, isn’t it?” I asked between breathless kisses.

Ford nodded. “Please, Cam, I need you.”

The desperation in his voice had me slowing down rather than speeding up. On any other occasion, I would have welcomed a frantic, frenzied fuck.

But not this time.

Not for Ford’s first time.

“Gonna take care of you, Ford. Do you trust me?”

Ford nodded without hesitation. He writhed and bucked beneath me. I released his hands and slid down his body, exposing skin wherever I could. By the time I reached his dick and pulled it carefully out of his pants, Ford had managed to work his shirt off.

He was trembling so violently and leaking so much pre-cum that I didn’t draw the act out. I simply closed my mouth over his dick and sucked as hard as I could. Ford cried out and thrust upward. He gripped my hair hard as he fucked my mouth. It took only a few passes over his flesh before he began shooting down my throat. I gagged on the hot, sticky fluid but managed to swallow it all. Ford collapsed back on the bed in a heap. His fingers were still buried in my hair but were gentle as he petted me.

I slid up his body and kissed him languidly as he came down from the high. My own cock hurt like a mother, but I ignored it.

Tonight was about Ford.

I might not have had a photographic memory like him, but I sure as shit wanted to remember these moments with him forever, no matter what tomorrow brought. That meant I’d have to create some memories that would sustain me if I lost this new version of Ford… the real Ford.

I shifted to my side and pulled Ford against me. I skimmed my hands up and down his back and peppered kisses all over his face and mouth as his breathing slowly evened out. When he began hungrily kissing me in return, I rolled him onto his back.

“Are you sure you want this, baby?” I asked, making sure I had his full attention when I asked the question.

He watched me for the longest time. “More than anything,” he finally said as he caressed my cheek. He seemed to have a fascination with the little bit of stubble on my face.

We began kissing again. I let Ford help me get my shirt off but I left my pants on because I needed to control my raging dick while I got Ford ready. His cock was already starting to harden again.

Hell, I might not be able to keep up with Ford’s stamina, but I was sure going to enjoy trying.