The Trouble with You (Rixon Raiders 1)

She eased back, staring up at me, and her expression softened. “It’s okay.”

Taking my hand in hers, she tugged me over to the bed and shoved me down gently. I landed with a thud, falling back on my elbows. Hailee stripped slowly out of her clothes. Her sweater went first, revealing an expanse of creamy skin, followed by her jeans.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I whispered, tracing my eyes over every inch of her. She dropped to her knees and reached for the button of my jeans, before tugging them down my legs, nudging me to lift my feet so she could remove them completely.

My eyes drank her in, the soft curve of her lips, the flush to her skin, as she realized I was commando.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked, and I nodded to the nightstand, my throat dry and my skin hot. Hailee got up and went over to the drawer, retrieving a foil packet, while I yanked off my t-shirt. Then she unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor, before slipping her fingers into her panties and pushing them over her hips.

“Come here,” I said, unable to disguise the sheer lust in my voice. She came willingly, climbing over my legs so she was straddling me. With one hand pressed into the small of her back, I buried the other one deep in her hair, angling her face to mine as I captured her lips. Hot, wet, desperate kisses. Hailee moaned my name and my dick twitched. I wanted to worship her, to spend my time acquainting myself with every dip and curve of her amazing body. But I couldn’t wait. Not tonight. Not now.

“I need you,” I whispered against her lips.

“So take me,” she replied, gazing at me with lust and love.

Love?

The emotion slammed into me, taking my breath away.

Did Hailee really love me?

Shit, it wasn’t possible.

Was it?

More importantly, did I love her?

Who the fuck was I kidding, I didn’t love her.

So why the hell was my throat dry and my heart beating so hard I thought it might burst from my chest?

Hailee leaned back slightly, tearing the wrapper and rolling the condom over me. My head dropped back on a groan. Fuck, her touch was like kryptonite. But it was nothing compared to the way she felt sinking down on me.

“Cam,” she breathed out, her body a quivering mess.

“I know, baby, I know.” I curled my hand around the back of her neck gathering her hair in my fist, holding her still, needing to savor the moment. The feel of her tight around me, her skin against mine, her curves molded around my hard lines. But Hailee was impatient, rocking against me, the intensity of the position making us both groan.

“I need to move,” she cried, her eyes glazed, skin flushed.

My hand dug into the swell of her hip as she began ride me, working me over and over, pushing away all the darkness until there was nothing but us. The sounds of our bodies moving against one another, our harsh breaths and quiet moans.

Feeling the familiar tingle at the base of my spine, I began to thrust upward, meeting Hailee every time she rolled her hips. “Harder Cam, harder…” she rasped, her nails raking down my chest, the sting taking me closer to the edge. Reminding me that I was alive. That I was here in this moment and that I had to fight.

For my mom.

My future.

My family.

Hailee’s cries built, her pace quickening as she began to lose control. Pulling her hair gently to make her back bow, I dipped my head, sucking the hollow of her neck, nipping at the skin there, pushing her closer to the edge.

“Cam—” My name fell from her lips as she clenched around me, pulling me further into her body, squeezing me so tight I saw stars. I wanted to stay there. To live in this bubble and never leave. But her walls clenched me again, and I fell right over the edge with her, holding her close as my muscles locked up and I came hard.

I knew I’d have to leave eventually, but right there, in that moment, I never wanted to let go.

Hailee

“Good morning.” The deep timbre of Cameron’s voice sent shivers rippling up my spine.