My hands slide under her thighs, and I lift her into my arms, carrying her to our room. She doesn’t live here officially, but she’s been here pretty much since I moved in. This feels like our place, not mine. Stepping into the bedroom, I see the sheets are still rumpled from where we slept last night, which is fine by me. We’re just going to mess them up again. I press my lips to hers, kissing her with all the love I have in my heart for this amazing woman. I don’t break the kiss as I set her on the bed.
“We’re celebrating you,” she reminds me, breaking the kiss.
“Trust me, beautiful. This is a celebration for me,” I assure her.
She nods. “I can make it better.” She pushes on my chest, and when I step back, she stands. When she turns to face me, she places her hands on my hips and turns me so my back is facing the bed.
All I can do is stare as she drops to her knees and works my athletic shorts and boxer briefs down my legs. She peers up at me under her lashes. “Step out,” she instructs.
I do so awkwardly, my shoes in the way. She giggles as she lifts one foot, then the other, removing my shoes so I can step out of my clothes. “You can go ahead and lose the shirt too,” she demands.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say with a smile. My girl wants me naked? Who am I to tell her no? Reaching behind my neck, I pull off the T-shirt and toss it at her. Her laughter fills the room.
“Funny man.” She smiles. “Sit.” I do as she asks, and she moves in close. “Now, just feel,” she instructs, before taking my cock in her mouth.
I hiss out a breath at the feel of her mouth sliding over me. Hot, wet, and so fucking sexy. I fight the need to close my eyes and just get lost in the pleasure of her mouth on me, but the need to watch her wins out. I can’t take my eyes off her as her head bobs and her hands work me in tandem. She slows and peers up at me.
I move to place my hand against her cheek, my cock still deep in her mouth. “I love you.”
Her eyes shimmer from my confession, and she takes me deep. “Fuck.” That must be the response she was looking for as she works me harder, faster. All too soon, I’m tapping her on the shoulder. “Close,” I manage to say through the pleasure building inside me. She doesn’t pull away. Not that I expected her to. Instead, she takes everything I have to give as I spill down the back of her throat.
She stands and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She then climbs into the bed behind me. “Cam.” My name is a whisper on her lips. I’m spent, but I turn to face her. “Cuddle with me?”
Is there anything better in life than being offered a multimillion-dollar deal with a professional baseball team and cuddling with your girl? I think not.
Chapter 21
Paisley
Today is a day off before a three-day home game stretch. Mom called last night and insisted Cameron and I go to dinner at their place tonight. Cameron readily agreed, like the amazing guy he is. The last time we had dinner with my family, it was a disaster—until we got home, and my dad called to apologize. I don’t know how tonight will be, but I hope it’s the complete opposite of our last dinner. The day at the fun center turned out great, so I hope tonight will too.
“Why don’t you call your mom and see what she’s doing for lunch? We can drive up and see her,” I suggest to Cameron.
His eyes light up as he reaches over to the nightstand to call his mom. It’s a little after nine in the morning, and we’re still in bed. We take full advantage of these days off.
The phone rings through the speaker twice before Grace picks up. “Hello.”
“Hey, Mom. What are you doing for lunch today?” he asks her.
“I’m not sure yet. I’m off today. Why, what’s up?”
“Well, today is an off day, and Paisley and I thought we would drive up and have lunch with you.”
“Really?” she asks, pleasantly surprised if her tone is any indication.
Cameron’s eyes find mine, and he winks. “How’s noon?”
“It’s perfect. Just come here. I’ll make us lunch.”
“You don’t have to do that—” Cameron starts, but she cuts him off.
“I want to,” she insists.
“All right, well, I guess we will see you in a few hours.”
“Love you, Cam,” she says, ending the call before he can even reply.
“I think she’s excited.” I chuckle.