Theirs to Keep

You were supposed to be strong, Camden.

I already was. I mean, I had been. It had taken every ounce of will to pry myself away from that couch earlier. To resist the urge and temptation to take her back to my room and strip her down. To devour her whole, then make incredible, sensual love to her… all beneath the safety and sanctity of my own sheets and blankets.

But somehow I’d walked away.

Only to walk in on this.

Dammit, Bryce.

But shit, was he really to blame? He and I had wanted her equally, all these past weeks and months. We’d talked about it in times of weakness. We’d considered the pros and cons of shirking off our original agreement; the one we’d bound ourselves to, along with Roderick.

More like because of Roderick.

That part was true also. Roderick, as great as he was, was a man who lived in the past. He fought his own demons, and sometimes those demons dragged us down with him. It had been almost two years now. Two whole years of mourning, of penance, of making things right in our heads…

Again I pushed the thoughts away. Karissa was kissing me, holding my face in her tender hands. She whimpered into my mouth as I screwed her deep into the bed, my strong, lean body practically built for this one wickedly beautiful act.

“Oh my God…” she gasped.

I drilled her deep. Maybe deeper than she’d ever been drilled before. There was panic in her eyes, but also lust. A look that bordered on the edge of pain, but was also flooded with a thousand times more pleasure.

“Oh my God oh my God oh my God…”

She whispered the words near my ear, while holding me tightly against her cheek. Her arms were locked. Her legs spread so wide I thought she might break. Then again, her body was built for this too. Tall and curvy and sensual, Bryce and I had discussed how incredibly well-suited she was for what we might do to her.

And now we were doing it.

“Mmmm Camden!” she gasped, her grip on my face going tighter. “Ohhhhh FUCKKKK…”

Her orgasm was abrupt and explosive, and I rode her straight through it. To her credit, Karissa fucked me right back. She kept thrusting her hips to meet my thrusts. Stretching her legs wider and wider, to take every last inch of me as deep as possible.

I held her strong through her climax, thrusting and grinding. Pumping my ass in and out, until her hands slid over it and her fingers squeezed tight.

Shit that’s good.

Her nails dug in, and the pain was welcome. It caused me to thrust deeper. To feel that extra few inches of warmth and wetness and—

Oh Holy FUCK.

I wasn’t even sure what happened. One second I was screwing away, in total control, and the next moment her pussy was milking me dry.

FUCK!

I was coming and coming, grunting through clenched teeth as I filled her from the inside out. There was no stopping it. No warning, either. Her insides felt that fucking good.

“Yes, baby yes…”

Her whimpers were hot and breathless. She’d just barely returned from her own monster orgasm.

“Let it go.”

It was honestly too late to do anything else. I surrendered to the pure sweet euphoria of unloading inside her. Of flooding her fertile young womb with what felt like an entire gallon of my hot, sticky seed, while she bucked and writhed and cooed softly, into my ear.

CAMDEN!

If there was a voice trying to stop me it was a full minute too late. Not that I wouldn’t have swatted it away, anyway.

I’d wanted this, I really had. And judging by how easily I’d found myself buried inside her? Frighteningly more than I liked to admit.