All Over You (All Falls Down #3) (31 page)

Do I?

"I don't know," I say, shaking my head. "You were my best friend, and I miss you every single day, but you tried to kill me. You could have told me how you felt, and I would have done anything to fix it, but you didn't say a word. You almost destroyed me, Erin. I forgive you for what you did, but I don't know if I can ever trust you enough to give you that kind of power again. Maybe that will change some day, but right now, I'm not ready."

She starts crying again, sobbing loudly.

I watch her for a moment, saying a silent prayer that she finds the help she needs to become the person she's meant to be…the one she should have been all along. I don't know if that bright future is possible for her now, but I think, if she's willing to fight for it, she can do better. She's always had it in her. Somewhere along the way, she just let her insecurities blind her.

"Goodbye, Erin," I whisper, and then I turn and walk toward my future. It's one I never envisioned for myself…but it's also one I wouldn't trade for anything.

"Cam," I moan, writhing as his hand comes down against my ass, turning the skin a deep red. Pain and pleasure roll through me in tandem, pushing me toward the brink. My body is on fire, burning for him, but he's torturing me again, making me wait until he knows I can't take it anymore.

"Goddamn, kitten," he growls, grabbing my hips in his big hands and thrusting inside of me. He smacks my ass again and then again, making me buck wildly beneath him. "That's it. Go wild for me, sweetheart."

I do, rocking my hips until I'm fucking myself with his cock, taking him all the way inside before pulling back until the head teases at my entrance and then slamming myself back against him again. Every thrust causes the head of his cock to bump against my cervix, pulling a loud moan from both of us.

"More," I plead with him. "Please, Cam."

"My greedy kitten," he groans, running his fingers between us. He swirls them through our juices and then he presses against my back entrance.

"Oh god," I cry out when he slips first one finger and then another inside of me, filling me full of him.

I love it when he gives me this, claiming every part of me like we both want. Like we both need. Filthy sounds fill the room as he watches me like he always does, his gaze riveted to the sight of me taking everything he gives me, and then begging for more.

The begging does him in every time.

"God, kitten," he says, taking control like I want.

I love when he's rough and wild, pounding into me so hard I know I'll still feel him there tomorrow. Since Erin shot me, he's been so gentle with me, giving me everything I could ever want and more. He's watched me break and helped put me back together a million times, and that's changed him as much as it has me. But when we're here, when we're like this…he
knows
I'm not fragile. He knows I'm not breakable. He fucks me like he means it.

"You know I can't deny you anything," he groans, fucking me so hard the headboard slams into the wall on each brutal thrust. His words are staccato, breathless. "Never could. Especially not when you plead with me in that sweet voice. That goddamn angelic voice asking me to do filthy things to you is lethal, sweetheart."

"Cam!" I cry out, his words driving me higher.

"You want more, kitten?"

"Yes!"

"I love this pretty cunt," he growls. "It's mine, isn't it?"

"Yes!"

"Then you take what I give you, sweetheart." He releases one of my hips, sliding his hand around my side and then rolling his fingers across my clit. "Fuck, you're so goddamn wet; you're dripping down my balls."

He's not lying. I'm soaked. I always am for him.

"I want all of it," he demands, slapping my clit. "Give it to me."

I cry out, twisting the sheets in my hands as everything inside of me tightens, shrinking. The orgasm barreling toward me is massive, so big I don't know if I can take it. But I will. He'll make me.

"Come on, kitten," he growls, curling his big body over mine so his lips are at my ear. "I want to feel you squeezing my cock when I come. I need it. Fucking give it to me." He bites my shoulder.

I lose it as soon as I feel his teeth in my skin. A scream rips from my lips and I thrash beneath him as a million fireworks erupt inside of me in a brilliant display. Blood roars in my ears and a shower of sparks sizzle and pop in my veins.

"Yes," Cam cries out, slamming himself inside of me in a disjointed rhythm. He yanks me back against him and shouts my name, roaring it into the room as he comes, spurting so hard, I know he's giving me everything he has, too. He always does.

I collapse beneath him, my arms and legs giving out as he grinds his pelvis into me, wringing out every ounce of pleasure from me that he can. He follows me down, caging me in with his big body against mine. His heart thunders against my back, pounding like a jackhammer.

He groans and slides his hands underneath mine, twining our fingers together.

"Fuck, kitten," he pants in my ear, pressing adoring kisses into my skin everywhere he can reach. "You gotta stop begging me for more like you do. I get a little rough with you, and you lose control. My goddamn balls can't handle how hard you make me come when you go wild for me."

I chuckle, the sound muffled by the comforter.

He presses another kiss into my skin and then rolls off of me, taking his warmth with him.

I whine in protest, and then he lifts me into his arms, cradling me against his body. He carries me into the massive tub in our hotel room before sinking down into the water he had the foresight to run earlier.

I moan and snuggle up against his chest, linking our fingers together against his stomach. My gaze lands on the strand of ivy tattooed around his ring finger, making me smile. I have an identical strand tattooed across my ribcage, only mine is bigger, the branches twisted into his name in his bold, elegant script.

"I love you, Cam," I tell him, pressing my lips to his heart, over the sunburst tattoo. He has my name inked inside of it now, right where he says it belongs.

"I love you too, kitten," he murmurs, kissing my forehead.

"I can't believe you brought me to Puerto Rico for Christmas," I say, playing with his fingers. "It's so beautiful here."

"Only because you're here, sweetheart."

"Your grandma is so cool," I whisper, making him laugh at me again. I don't even care, though. She is totally cool, and he knows it. She's eighty, and she rides a freaking motorcycle. She even has a leather jacket that has
abuelita
, the Spanish word for granny, emblazoned across the back. The woman cooks the best damn pies, too. "I love her," I sigh happily.

"She loves you too," he says, laughter still vibrating in his chest.

"Yeah?" I ask, glad to hear that his grandma thinks I'm awesome, too.

"She asked me when we're going to give her great-grandbabies."

"She didn't!" I laugh, tipping my head back to look up at him.

"She did," he says, smiling. He slips his hand down my body, flattening it against my lower stomach. "It's a good question, kitten."

"What?" I gasp, not sure if he's serious or not. We've talked about having kids before, but decided to wait until I was in a better headspace mentally. I'm there now though. Saying goodbye to Erin last month gave me the closure I needed. Maybe, one day, we will be friends again, but if we aren't…I'll be just fine. I know that now.

He sobers, his expression growing serious. His gaze flits to his hand and then back to my face. "I wanna get you pregnant, kitten. You gonna let me?"

"You're serious?" I ask, even though I
know
he's serious. It's written all over his face.

"God, yes, sweetheart," he says without hesitation, his eyes heating. His voice drops low. "The thought of seeing you carrying my baby makes me so fucking hard. Need to see you like that. You gonna give me what I want?"

"You want to get me pregnant?"

He nods.

"Right now?" I ask, prowling up his body until I'm straddling his hips. He's fully hard beneath me, ready to go.

"Yes."

I lean forward and kiss his lips before trailing mine across his cheek to his ear. "Give me your baby, Cam," I whisper in his ear before biting down. "I want it."

"Fuck," he groans, his hands digging into my hips to still me. He captures my gaze with his, staring at me intently. "You're serious? You're gonna stop taking your pills and let me get you pregnant?"

"Yes. I want your baby.
Our
baby."

A flood of emotion washes through his gray eyes. His lashes flutter as he exhales a shaky breath and bows his head, completely discomposed. When he lifts his head again, his eyes shine with a combination of tenderness and joy. He flashes me that dimple again.

"I love you, kitten," he breathes against my lips, lifting me up and then sinking me down onto him.

"I love you, Cam," I moan, happily letting him unravel me all over again.

acknowledgements

I'd like to start out by saying thanks to the
catfish
who have been a part of my life over the years. It's only fitting that you have your own little place in this particular story, since you kind of inspired it. I hope, some day, you learn to love yourselves exactly as you are.

I'd also like to say a huge thank you to our boys in blue. I love you all, but let's just clear this up now so we never have to speak of it again: You're all total bad-asses in your own right, but…you're just not Cam. I'm sorry!

SS, I'm so glad you still want to do inappropriate things with me after all these years. I love you.

Courtney Schulist, thanks for being the best Personal Assistant on the planet. I appreciate you so much for doing all the things! You make my life so much easier.

Jada D'Lee, thank you for another stellar cover.

Jeanne McDonald, Jo Richardson, Jami Denise, Melanie Moreland, and Carrie Elks, thank you for all of your support! I'm so thrilled to be part of such a great group of supportive authors and fierce women. I can't wait to help you celebrate, too.

Jayme Stephens, Amy Stone, Lisa Michel, Renae Cote, Marita Stout, Katherine Martin, Jennie Ashby, Naomi Nakashima, Michelle Knoll,  Beth Dombach, Heather Nutt, and Lovie Luster, thanks for being some of the most hysterical women on the planet. I love you all!

To my readers, thank you for always being willing to give my fictional worlds a chance. I appreciate your support so much! You guys are the reason I keep doing this whole writing thing. I adore you!

To the bloggers, you guys are extraordinary, and there just aren't enough words to express how much that means to us. We could not do this without you, and I hope you know that you are needed, you are appreciated, and you are fucking goddesses.

Finally, to those who have been catfished and/or cyberbullied, you are extraordinary just the way you are. Please don't change for anyone. The world needs
YOU
exactly the way you are. Don't ever doubt that.

about the author

Ayden lives in the heart of Arkansas with her childhood sweetheart/ husband of twelve years, and their five furry minions. When not writing, she spends her time hiking, reading, volunteering, causing mischief, and building a Spork army. Ayden graduated
summa cum laude
with her Bachelor of Science degree in Criminal Justice and Forensic Psychology in 2009 before going on to complete her graduate degree in CJ and Law. She currently puts her education to use in the CJ and social services field.

Ayden also writes New and Young Adult fantasy under the penname A.K. Morgen.

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