God, he was beautiful. Strong and stacked, his torso was a solid slab of muscle, each ab perfectly chiseled and defined.
I reached for him, trailing my hand over the cherry blossom snaking up his arm. Next, I traced the tattoo he’d gotten of the artwork I’d painted on him with my own hand in senior year. It was our initials—HR and CC—looped together with a delicate heart over his pec.
“What?” he asked, his voice a hushed whisper.
“I love you, Cameron.” So much it scares me.
He crowded me against the wall and picked me up, pressing my back against the bare brick. “Not as much as I love you.” He grasped himself and lined himself up with my center, pressing into me.
“Oh God,” I moaned as I sank down on him.
Cameron stilled, touching his head to mine and taking a shuddering breath.
“It’s okay.” I laid a hand on his cheek. “I’m here, Cameron, I’m right here.”
Burying his face in my neck, he pulled out slowly before thrusting back inside. It was deep like this, intense and overwhelming in the best kind of way.
“Harder,” I said, letting my head fall back. “Take what you need.”
Cam squeezed my hip, hard enough to leave a bruise as he rocked into me over and over. “Fuck, Sunshine,” he groaned. “You feel like heaven.”
He attacked my mouth like a man starved, all tongue and teeth and teasing strokes.
“Cameron...” His name was a breathy plea on my lips as I drowned in sensation.
“Feel me, Hailee.” Thrust. “Feel what you do to me.” Thrust. “Nothing... nothing will ever feel as good as this.”
He went harder... faster... deeper, driving me into the wall until I knew I’d have friction burns. But it didn’t matter. Cameron needed this and I wanted to be the one to give it to him.
Only ever me.
“I love you,” he panted against my damp skin. “I love you so fucking much.” Cameron kissed my throat, licking and sucking, branding me with his lips and searing me with his touch.
“Harder,” I cried, clinging onto Cam’s broad shoulders for dear life as he pushed me toward the precipice of sheer bliss.
“Fuck, Hailee.” He slammed inside me, once, twice... until I shattered around him, crying his name over and over.
Cameron stilled, riding his own waves of pleasure. He gathered me into his arms and just held me.
“It’s okay,” I whispered against the corner of his mouth. “It’s going to be okay.”
But as I said the words, I knew it was a lie.
Because this was one thing I didn’t know how to fix.
Cameron
“Come here,” I patted the bed and Hailee climbed in beside me. After we’d cleaned up, she had reheated some leftovers and we’d eaten together before calling it a night.
I was weary from practice and Hailee was tired from the way I’d used her body against the wall.
“How are you feeling?” she asked me.
“I’m just worried about him.”
“I know. But you can’t fix everything, Cam.”
I couldn’t, I knew that. But if I was there, if Xan had me there to talk to, to distract him...