Page 23 of The Loneliest Number
I rise from the floor and kneel on the bed, gathering her up in my arms to move us both. I tuck her under my arm, her head resting on my chest, and my hand stroking circles on her back while she recovers. She’s so much more pliable after an orgasm, and I’ll take every chance I can to snuggle her.
“Okay?” I ask.
“How is that only two? I already feel like we’ve been at it all night.”
“Just take a moment to rest. There’s no rush. Have a nap if you need one.”
She frowns at that suggestion. “Are you saying I can’t keep up with you?”
“It’s not about keeping up with each other. It’s about pleasure, and if you need to take a breather between bouts, I am more than happy with that.”
She lets out a grunt, and her brows are still knitted with annoyance. “I thought…” She trails off. I angle my head to meet her gaze, wondering what’s holding her back. “I don’t…” She shakes her head and her lips form a mutinous line.
“What about a bath?” I suggest, trying to work out the best way to chill her out. I decide at this moment that some arbitrary amount of orgasms means nothing. I want her to feel comfortable enough to open up to me. I want her to relax and feel at ease.
“I’ve never been in a bath that big. I might get lost.” She sighs.
“It’s okay. I’ll get in with you and provide an anchor.” I lean towards her to plant a kiss on her forehead, causing another sigh. “I’ll go run it and then come and get you when it’s ready,” I tell her as I ease from the bed, my cock throbbing with every move. I push my own arousal to the side, knowing it will be well worth the wait.
It’s a fast running tap, and despite the pool-like measurements of the bath, it fills quickly. I pour in the whole mini bottle of bath soak and realise too late that it might be too much when the bubbles threaten to engulf the bathroom.
I head back to the bedroom to see Pixie curled up in a ball with her eyes closed. I pause at the doorway, taking in her even breathing.Is she asleep?I frown. She had more stamina that night in Glasgow with Saff and I, but she had worked a shift before getting here. I pad over to her and place a hand on her shoulder. Her eyes pop open and she gives a grimace.
“Sorry—just resting my eyes a moment. Is the bath ready?”
“Aye, it is, come on.” I gather her up in my arms and carry her through, lowering her to her feet and holding her hand to helpher step in. Then I get in behind her and we both ease into the hot, bubbly water that envelopes us like a comforting hug.
“Jeez, Cam, how much bubble bath did you use?”
“It was only a tiny bottle, so I used the whole thing.”
Her giggle brings warmth to my chest. I pull her so she’s sitting between my legs.
“Relax, Pixie. I’m knackered myself. Let’s just chill for a moment.” It’s like my words have the opposite effect on her, and she rubs her hands up my thighs, drawing her nails across the wiry hair there. My arousal, barely brushed aside, surges to the forefront as my cock pulses with need.
“Abby,” she whispers. “My name is Abby Martin.”
The breakthrough causes my heart to skip in surprise, and joy washes over me like a hot shower at the end of a long, hard day.
“Pleased to meet you, Abby Martin. I’m Cameron.”
“I want to hear you say my name when you come inside me later.” Her voice is full of mischief. And I’m glad she seems to be more like her usual self than she did ten minutes ago.
“I can do that, Abby.” I want to say her name over and over again now she’s granted me the gift of knowing it. It’s a step closer to knowing her. I nibble at her earlobe while I use a foot to nudge her legs apart, dipping my hand between them. “How about a nice, easy orgasm here, now? And then I’ll fuck you against the window if you’re still up for that?”
“Yes, please,” she gasps as my finger circles her clit before giving it a tap.
A warm contentment settles over me, knowing that she trusts me enough to share more of herself. It makes me even more determined to bring her as much pleasure as possible and find a way to keep her in my life. And perhaps I should open up more with her, too.
Chapter eleven
Abby
Steam rises from the mountain of lavender-scented bubbles. I could get used to this.
I really don’t know what came over me. Two orgasms, and I was done. That’s really not like me. And I’m annoyed at myself that exhaustion seemed to take over. That must be what it is. It can’t possibly be that I’m so comfortable with Cam that all I wanted to do was snuggle and doze off. The poor guy hasn’t even come yet and while his cock isn’t as rock solid as it was earlier, it’s still making itself known, poking into my back as I lay on top of him in the bath.
I’m usually all about making sure everyone gets some before we’re done, but I guess it was a busy shift at work earlier. His suggestion that we chill for a moment seemed to trigger my competitiveness, and now I’m ready to go again. I shimmy down a bit, giving me space to roll onto my knees and face him. His head is thrown back on the edge of the bath, and his eyes areclosed. He looks relaxed. But then one eye peels open with a quirked brow.
