Ultimate Surrender: The Surrender Series, Book 2 (12 page)

She nibbled her bottom lip and nodded as much as she could with the small amount of motor control she had left.

“Bottom right-hand drawer. Be right back.” He put her head back down and tears stung her eyes.

He didn’t just let go and let her face plant into the bed. Carefully, he made sure she was okay before he walked to the bathroom. Talk about the biggest bag of dichotomies she’d ever witnessed firsthand.

He rummaged in the bathroom for a few seconds and then, “hell yeah’d.” It sounded as if several things fell over on the counter and Natalie opened and closed her fists, willing him to hurry.

“They aren’t the right size,” he growled.

Panic dropped her stomach as he tore one of the wrappers open.

“I’m not risking coming inside you, even with the condom on in case it rips.” He climbed back on the bed as he kept talking. “I’d love to fuck you for hours. Hours, Natalie. But I’m about to come in my hand just trying to get the rubber on. This is probably going to be fast and furious.” He bent over and bit her ass hard enough to make her squeak. “But don’t worry, I won’t leave you behind.”

With one thrust he slammed inside, filling her to the point of the most delicious pain she’d ever experienced.

“Fuck,” they cursed together.

A second, maybe two, that was all the time he gave her to assimilate the feel of him stretching her completely around his cock. Then he pulled back out, taking her again—and again—and again.

His fist in her hair, drawing her back, tilted her pelvis at such an angle he hit her g-spot on every thrust.

“Oh God,” she whispered.

Fucking her hard, deep, he let go of her hair and leaned forward, surrounding her with more than just his body. “Say my name when you come on my cock. Mine.”

Mine?

Natalie’s brain kicked out a
Yes Sir
. She mouthed the words but thankfully her throat was too dry to give the words any voice.

But they took hold, squeezing the muscles of her pussy around his invading rod. He shoved a hand beneath her and slid his fingers around the tight bud of her clit as she came.

“Campbell,” she breathed over and over as her body convulsed beneath him.

He moved her legs together and fucked her so deep she bit the comforter to keep from screaming.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck, Natalie.” No more than three thrusts later he pulled out, ripped the condom off, and latched on to her ass with one of his hands. “Fucckkkk,” he groaned as the first stripe of cum hit her skin.

The first splash landed across her asshole and her back. The second and third covered her pussy, and more on her clit. Again on her puckered hole and her ass seemed determined to take some of it inside as she spasmed through another mini orgasm.

She came with him. Not because he was fucking her or eating her out but because he gave her his cum.

“Huhh, huhh, huh,” she huffed through it as he squeezed her ass in time with the last few jerks of his hand around his cock.

Her eyes finally closed as the warmth of his hand rubbed across her ass. He untied her panties from her wrists and they fell lifeless to her sides.

Not a muscle, not even one could she move except to try to moisten her parched throat. Her mouth had gone dry from moaning for him as she came. Again. Which she normally didn’t do at all except if it was by her own hand.

A tongue laved a couple inches of her shoulder, followed by a kiss close to her neck. “Be right back.” Campbell rolled over and not with just a little bit of satisfaction Natalie noticed he had a hard time walking.

She wanted to tell him to be careful. And she wanted to say how incredible a lover he was and that he blew her mind, but she couldn’t speak.

A giggle slipped free, and she finally convinced her arms to move so she could tuck them beneath her.

Campbell came back with a wet washrag.

“I’m not gonna lie. I hate the idea of cleaning my cum off you, so you owe me one for not rubbing it in and making you sleep with it.”

The warm cloth touched her flesh, making her hum with pleasure. “Wouldn’t mind,” Natalie whispered.

He paused and then made quick work of cleaning her up, tossed the washrag back in the bathroom and then pulled the pillow out from underneath her.

The fates must have been watching out for her, because her head hit a pillow when she collapsed onto the bed fully. She wasn’t certain she faced the right way, but whatever. She’d sort things out in the morning or next week since it might take her that long to move.

Campbell climbed in beside her and pulled her into him. “Did I hear you right? Did you say you wouldn’t mind sleeping with my cum all over you?” His cock jerked against her ass and she sighed.

“I plead the fifth.” She smiled. There was nothing she could do to stop it or hide it or make it go away.

“The fifth.” He shook his head, kissing her hair, and pulled her closer against him. Relaxing beside her, he seemed to breathe her in. “Good night, Natalie.”

“Night, night,” she whispered already sliding down the slippery slope of sleep.

His being there should have freaked her out. All sorts of warning bells should have been going off in her head with all the reasons why what they’d done and were doing was wrong.

Instead she held his hand and kissed his knuckles.

Him with her, it felt right, and he’d sated her so completely she didn’t have the strength to fight it.

Chapter Ten

Campbell

The morning after.

Talk about a new phrase for Campbell.

He’d always associated it with a trip to the emergency room because if he was still with some chick the morning after something horrible had gone wrong. So at—he looked at the clock on the microwave—nine a.m., he more than likely needed emergency surgery to help put the arm back on he’d gnawed off to get away.

But he didn’t need an ambulance to rush him to the hospital.

He stepped over to the fridge and grabbed the pancake batter he’d made a few minutes before. Waffling back and forth between raging hard-on and skittish was new for him.

Skittish because he
should
be racing out the door. But he wasn’t heading for the hills. He wasn’t even trying to get away. Not even a little bit.

Yip.

Yip yip.

The wonder twins at his feet made it known quite early they needed to hit the head. They’d woken him at the ass crack of dawn to go out.

Natalie?

She’d slept through the whole ordeal.

Her being a crazy sound sleeper didn’t ring true to him since he’d overheard her telling one of the girls at the clinic she woke at anything. Which only meant she’d been completely exhausted to miss all the commotion.

He’d stumbled out of bed, snagged clothes, nearly cracked his toe sideways on the post of the bed. Found a pair of leashes by the door and led the dogs outside. It hadn’t taken them long, thank fuck, ’cause it was cold and he had a hot woman back in bed waiting for him—

That’s when it had occurred to him something was way different with him. Or Natalie or them together or some whacked-out combination of the cosmos or some shit because he decided not to leave.

With the perfect opportunity to slip away, he didn’t.

It would have made him a dick if he had. He could live with that.

Totally irresponsible at his job didn’t do it for him at all, even though he’d told himself again and again it was for the best because he hadn’t wanted to take her as a client to start with.

But he hadn’t left. Didn’t for a second think of some dumb reason he had to get some space. Nope. None of the stuff he would have done in that situation. So he’d gathered the tiny terrors up and let them slobber all over his face as he carried them back inside.

In he went, expecting the panic to set in at any moment that he was trapped.

Setting the dogs down inside the front door, he’d locked it and headed toward the back. Each step closer to the bedroom had been torture but in he stepped through the open door.

And there she lay, still asleep, curled into a ball against the pillow he’d slept on. All night long.

So he did something he’d never done before.

Not ever.

A completely unprecedented action.

Kicking his shoes off, he removed his clothes, left them in a heap, and climbed back in bed.

Back.

In.

Bed.

The morning after.

Yip. Yip yip yip.

He smiled down at the dogs as the memory of Natalie’s warm body sliding against him filled his head one more time. They sat next to him, all four ears up, tails going a mile a minute. Little tongues out, begging. “You’re both going to get me in trouble if Natalie comes out and sees me feeding you.”

“Feeding them what?”

He dropped two tiny pieces of bacon he’d finished frying a few minutes before, and the dogs were on it like piranhas. “Nothing.”

“You’d better not turn my dog into a food scrap beggar.”

“I wouldn’t do such a thing.” He drew a fake halo around his head and stared at her across the kitchen.

She’d grabbed his t-shirt and put it on, which totally did it for him.

There he stood in his boxers as she approached, trying to get to the coffeemaker, which he’d already helped himself to along with the fixings for a proper Southern breakfast. Shooting an arm out to the side, he grabbed onto the back counter, halting her progress.

“I need coffee.” She rubbed her eyes, making her look young and adorable. And fuckable.

“Should I apologize for touching you?”

Letting her arms drop to her sides, she tilted her head and stared at him as if he’d just called her Gandhi. “Not if you want to keep your balls.”

He smirked and grabbed her as she tried to push past him to get to the caffeine IV. Planting a very possessive kiss on her, he tried not to read too much into the impulse. Because he liked it and her lips were fucking amazing.

Then he kissed her again.

After a few minutes he finally came up for air and she looked a bit dazed.

Hell yeah.

“Wasn’t it a one-shot deal last night? Never to be repeated or spoken about unless we were in a veil of darkness or we were both in a bar in our eighties?” Her eyes were closed, and Campbell got the distinct impression she was luxuriating in the way he touched her.

Pulling her closer, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her nose. “Supposedly.”

She blinked several times and then seemed startled when she opened them fully and he was so close. He kissed her again and she just sort of stood there. “What does that mean?”

“No clue.” Yeah, if she expected him to have answers for her, he was plumb out. “You threw me a ginormous curveball last night when you were asleep, and I honestly have no clue how to process it.”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about. I’m pretty sure I didn’t attack you last night. Think I would have remembered that.” She eyed his crotch, which he totally dug.

“I slept with you.”

“Duh.”

“No I mean I slept with you. I actually fell asleep in your bed, with you, and the dogs and…”

“Slept.”

“Yes. Exactly. Do you see my point here?”

“Not even a microscopic piece of it.”

“I can’t sleep with other people.”

She looked below his waist again and smirked. “Pretty sure you’re calling yourself a liar even at this very moment.”

His dick throbbed beneath her needy stare so he covered his boxers and huffed.
Huffed?
What the hell was wrong with him? “Up here, cupcake.” Motioning toward his face, he figured he was going to have to hand over his man card at any moment. “Focus.”

“Trying. But, uh, you were pretty freaking amazing last night and I’m on some uneven ground at the moment trying to find my footing.”

Not focusing on getting in her pants, which she wasn’t wearing, was exactly what he needed her to listen to. “You were spooned in front of me all night long, and I didn’t try to fuck you.”

She opened her mouth but he cut her off.

“After the first time. I didn’t try to fuck you after the first time.”

“And this is unique?” Trying to be serious shouldn’t have looked so damn cute on her.

Cute?

Man card.
Danger
.

He gave her one more kiss on the lips, because apparently he couldn’t help himself and finally stepped out of her way so she could get some coffee.

That he’d made.

In the cup he’d set out for her.

With the spoon he’d used earlier to stir the creamer into his coffee. ’Cause that turned him on. Her using the same spoon.

And they liked the same creamer.

Going back to doing his breakfast thing—for two—seemed like a pretty safe place to focus on. Another first.

A couple quiet minutes went past with nothing but the sound of her making a cup of java and him cracking eggs into a bowl.

Not an uncomfortable silence, but a nice one.

Another something he didn’t expect, especially not with Natalie, whom he’d always butted heads with.

“Mmmm…” reached him across the short distance between them as she moaned into her coffee cup. Probably shouldn’t have been sexy, but fuck, all he could think about was how she sounded just like it when he’d had his tongue in her ass the night before.

As if he needed the reminder when his shit was still off after going back to bed with her at dawn.

“It was nice,” he admitted with a shrug as he started whipping the eggs with a fork. Standing close behind him, he refused to turn and look and see her laughing at him. Scoffing at him would have totally hurt his feelers and he was oh so not into owning that much of his shit.

Stepping close, he stiffened until she wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her cheek against his back. “It was more than just nice, Campbell.”

“Are you giving me shit because I’ve been an asshole?”

Her smile tugged against the flesh of his back. “Not this time.”

Thank fuck.

He set the bowl down and wrapped her arms farther around himself. Hugging her to him, he liked how she rubbed her cheek against his back.

Her warmth bled into him and then she took a breath. He decided to give her a bit more info. He really needed her to understand what a huge deal this was. “And I’ve never slept well with anyone. Creeped me out before actually. I know people like it and all that, but seriously, ick. With you?”

He glanced over his shoulder in time to see her raise her eyebrows in question.

“I liked it. You weren’t loud or rotated at fourteen rpm and you didn’t steal all the covers. That was a bonus.”

He turned around, kissed the top of her head, and went back to the eats prep. “You didn’t snore or drool all over your pillow or me.”

“Gross.”

“And with your naked ass tucked up against me all night, I kept waking up hard. Had to think of all sorts of mundane shit to get it to go away.”

“Uhh…why didn’t you use it?”

“You were sleeping, Einstein.”

“So?”

He set the bowl down a bit harder than he intended and turned around to stare at her. “Wait. What? Surely we can’t be talking about the same thing. I’m talking about sex. In the middle of the night. While you’re asleep.”

“As am I. I’m consenting already so what’s the problem?” She tried to walk away all indignant but he dragged her back in front of him.

“Oh no. You’re not walking on this one. You’re not wet and I don’t want to have to drag out lube and get it everywhere.”

“I’ll get wet.”

His cock couldn’t take any more and stood fully at attention. Nothing mundane was gonna get it to go down anytime soon either.

“And it’s not like you’re completely dry either. If you woke up hard, then sex is on your mind so you probably have some pre-cum coating the tip of your cock.” She glanced between them, eyeing the wet spot on the front of his boxers. “As if to prove my point. So use it. And if we’re only doing this for a very short amount of time, why should we waste so many hours sleeping?”

“So what exactly are we agreeing to here so there’s no hurt feelings or tears or nights spent at the bottom of a tub of mint chocolate chip?”

“I love that kind.”

“Me too.” They eyed each other. Warily.

Natalie thought for a second and then listed, “Sex only. No emotions.”

“Deal. And I want it kinky. Maybe not every single time, but a lot of it. Okay, that’s a lie. I want it kinky.”

“Agreed, for as long as you’re protecting me. And it goes no further and we don’t have to worry about having a relationship.” She made the gag face, and he gave her a high five.

Yip, yip.

“No more bacon,” she said to the little doggies at their feet.

“Did they rat me out?” Campbell asked, completely indignant.

“They didn’t have to. I could smell it on their puppy breath.”

“Dammit. I didn’t think of that.” He flipped on the burner and set the frying pan on top.

Natalie walked to the fridge and grabbed him a tub of butter. With a spreader in tow, she brought them both with a small smile. “Seems you were in need of these to continue the epic breakfast thing you have going on.”

Taking them both, he set them on the counter and took a sip of his coffee. “Not epic. Just breakfast.” He was a bit taken aback that she seemed okay with him invading / completely taking over her kitchen. She just kind of ran with it. Totally did it for him.

“It looks like we’re having eggs, bacon, and pancakes. That’s like a buffet where I come from.”

“If that’s not breakfast, then what is?” He added some butter to the pan and it sizzled until he added the eggs. Then he turned on another skillet and started the pancakes, too.

“Cereal.” Grabbing plates, flatware, and paper towels, she set the table and then grabbed glasses and got orange juice for both of them. She also snagged the butter from him and some syrup on the way and set them on the table.

Her wanting to be a part of it made him pause. He’d been on his own for so long, loving and guarding his independence so fiercely, he hadn’t thought about sharing a meal like they were. Hadn’t even crossed his mind. It was more than nice but nice was all he would admit to.

“Cereal isn’t breakfast. Well, it isn’t just breakfast.”

“Then what is it?”

“That’s an anytime meal. Love cereal for dinner. Love it.”

“Ermagawd.”

“What? Are you gonna retch? Angela always got sick for some reason when I did that. Never made any sense to me.”

“Hell no. I love cereal for dinner. Never found anybody else that loved it too.”

“It’s awesome. How can people not dig that?”

“Seriously. It’s so handy, and quick, and crunchy.”

“No, soggy. Gotta let it sit in the milk for a bit.”

“Ugh, you just ruined it.” She snagged a container of strawberries from the fridge and whipped cream. “Crunchy cereal all the way.”

His cock was totally on board with the whipped cream plan. He plated the eggs while she grabbed a knife.

Stepping around the island with the plates, the dogs hot on his heels, he set the food in the places she’d created. “I’ll bring you over to the dark side,” he promised.

She sat down and he sat next to her, then got back up and snagged the plate of bacon and the other with the pancakes. “I almost forgot the rest of the food. You totally distracted me with the whipped cream.”

Her smile and bobbing eyebrows were totally worth the price of admission.

“Okay. Dig in.” He reached for the bacon and so did she. “I made some crispy and some chewy since I didn’t know where you fell on the slash of bacon awesomeness.”