More Than Forever
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I scrunch my nose and shake my head. "Nope."
"Yeah," he jokes, nodding as he does. "I'm sorry, it kind of comes with the title."
"Nooooo," I whisper yell. "But all that stuff takes away from valuable reading time!"
"Fine!" He rolls his eyes. "I'll learn how to do it. But you have to promise to read at least two smutty books a week."
"Deal."
"Deal," he responds, a smirk forming. "Shall we blow job on it?"
***
We don't blow job on it, in fact, we don't even have sex. We do what we wanted, we hold each other, and we talk, and we fall even more in love.
 
 
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

-LUCY- "Heidi left," Dylan deadpans from his seat next to me at the dining table.
"What?" I load up Cameron's plate with the room service breakfast we all ordered and look at Dylan. "What do you mean she left?"
He shrugs. "Ask her about it," is all he says, but his tone says what his words don't.
I pick up my phone and check for any messages or missed calls. There are none. "When did she leave?"
"Last night," Lucas answers.
My eyebrows bunch as I watch Dylan. The muscles in his jaw work back and forth while he pretends to read the paper. I look to everyone else, but they're not paying attention. "I'm glad you're here, Dylan," I tell him. "There's no way it would have been the same without you. I missed you a lot while you were gone."
He looks up, his features relaxing as he does. "You guys are my best friends, I should have kept in contact. I'm sorry I missed out on so much of it, Luce." He holds my hand resting on the table. "I should've been a better friend to you while you were going through so much."
I can't help but laugh. "Dylan, you were fighting a war."
He shrugs and looks away, releasing my hand. "I think maybe we all were."
And that's the cue that he's done talking.
"LUCY," Micky shouts. "DID YOU OPEN YOUR PRESENT?"
"Babe," Jake says. "You're shouting again."
"Oh." She looks down at the table.
Jake adds, "Kayla thought it'd be good times to jump in the pool last night, both her ears are water-logged and she can't fix it."
"OH MY GOD!" she shouts again. "I LOVE THAT BOOK!"
"What!" Cam matches her volume. "What the hell did you just hear?"
Her brows bunch and she looks to Jake and then down to her plate. "IT'S JUST BACON AND PANCAKES, CAM."
That gets a round of laughs.
"Seriously, Luce," Amanda pipes up. "Have you opened it?"
"Not yet, I didn't know if I should open it in front of Cameron or not."
"Oh." Her eyes go huge. "It's for both of you," she laughs. "Actually, it's more for Cam."
Then Micky shouts, "CAM, I AM. I DO NOT LIKE GREEN EGGS AND HAM!"
***
"What is it?" Cam asks, bouncing on his feet.
I slowly rip open the wrapping paper from Micky and Amanda's present. And then my eyes bug out of my head. "Wait here," I tell him, holding it behind my back.
"What is it?"
"Wait here!" I repeat. "I'm going to shower, and then I'll show you." I start to go to the bathroom but then spin on my heels to face him. "Tell the guys we'll see them tonight and lock the door."
His grin is instant. "YO! Nobody bother us for the next two days!"
Everyone laughs, everyone but Lucas and Micky.
"That's my sister," Lucas shouts.
"THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS GREEN EGGS!" Micky yells.
***
Cam opens his mouth. Closes it. Opens it again. Nothing.
"What are you thinking, husband?"
I twirl the white fluffy handcuffs with my finger. It matches the lingerie set that Micky and Amanda gave me. And the whip that came with it.
He chews his lip, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. "What are they—do—where..." He shakes his head to clear his thoughts. "Huh." He stands up and takes the steps to get to me, his hard-on already tenting his pants. "What did you have in mind?" he asks, his mouth on my neck and his hand in my panties.
"Whatever you want."
***
I'm blindfolded, handcuffed to the bedpost while his mouth works down my chest and his fingers work inside me.
"Anything?" he asks, causing a vibration against my stiff nipple.
"Anything," I breathe.
Body: I want him to eat her pussy.
Brain: You have a filthy mouth.
Body: You made me that way.
He kisses, licks, sucks, past my breasts, onto my stomach, paying special attention to our scar.
Brain: I love it when he does this.
Body: I'd rather he do it to her pussy.
Brain: If she weren't blindfolded, she'd be rolling her eyes at you.
He moves lower, past the scar and between my legs. The warmth of his breath heats my already moist center.
Body: Moist? Really?
Brain: Shit word. I agree.
My hips jerk up when I feel his silky tongue slide between the petals of my inner folds.
Body: She reads too much.
Brain: Yeah, she does!
"Baby..."
Body: Whoa, where is his finger right now?
Brain: Not in her whispering eye! Why did she tell him he could do anything?
"Babe?"
"You said anything," he responds.
Body: Oh no. I don't know that I like this.
Brain: WHY DID SHE SAY ANYTHING?
Body: WHY IS HIS FINGER THERE?
"Cam?"
"If you don't like it, tell me to stop."
Brain: Maybe she should just try it. She's read about it. It turns her on.
Body: I know it turns her on. I'M the one getting turned on.
His finger penetrates deeper. The handcuffs dig into my wrists when I begin to squirm. I don't know if I want him to stop or if I want more. His tongue slides up, his mouth circling my hooded nub.
Brain: Hooded nub? Really?
Body: Fuck this feels good.
"Fuck, baby, that feels so good."
I start to move, my mind picturing him naked, his veiny, throbbing member in his hand, watching me touch my silky folds.
Body: What the hell did she just say?
Brain: It's from those books...
Body: I can't focus on the pleasure if she keeps thinking like that. You control her, make her stop.
Brain: Thinking like what?
"Fuck baby, please don't stop." I feel it building, the dull ache at the pit of my stomach. His finger starts moving slowly, the muscles of my rear clenching around it. My pink walls lather in my juices as I begin to tighten. The image of his silky, pulsating rod bringing me closer to the edge.
Body: THAT! Thinking like that! Pink walls? Pulsating rod? I'm surprised I can even...
"Oh my God, Cam!"
Brain: You have no problem getting off, shut your whore mouth.
Body: Did you just call my mouth a whore?
Brain: Look at you, you're writhing under his touch. You love it. Let Lucy think whatever—
Body: You try not getting turned on when Cam does this shit. Get it, girl. Get that O.