Ultimate Surrender: The Surrender Series, Book 2 (13 page)

“Chewy.”

“Score. I like the crispy ones so at least we know we won’t fight over bacon.”

“Unless it’s the last piece. Which will be mine.”

“But I’m your guest,” he added with mock outrage as he slid over a couple pancakes.

“Oh please. You nearly fucked me in the ass last night and you cooked breakfast. You’re no more a—”

Campbell choked on his first bite of eggs and had to wash it down with juice as she patted him on the back. And giggled. “That one caught me off guard. Warn a guy next time.”

“Not on your life. Seeing your eyes go wide. Epic.” She mimicked what he hoped wasn’t what he looked like, and then started doctoring her pancakes with whipped cream and strawberries on top.

“That’s awesome.”

Handing him the whipped cream, she cut him some strawberries too. “When I was growing up, my grandmother used to make huge pancakes. Huge.” She held up her fingers in the shape of a circle as big as their plates. “Then she’d put on whipped cream and berries. Whatever was in season, and we normally got to go with her to pick them. She was awesome. So anytime I have pancakes I eat them the same way. Best taste ever.”

He cut a piece and hoovered it. “Damn. That’s good.”

“Pancake rollups is what we called them. But this is awesome too, little silver dollar ones. They’re almost like pancake tostadas. Yum.” A pancake quickly disappeared for both of them and they each made a second.

“Why the hell didn’t we do this forever ago?” The question was out before he thought better of it and he mentally kicked himself. Way to ruin the easygoing morning they were having.

After a few seconds of staring at him, she shrugged and he let out the breath he was holding. “Beats me. Guess I thought you were going to be a douchebag with a small penis and no knowledge of how to use what your mama gave ya. Nor did I want to be part of your legion of women you parade through your bedroom.”

“Ouch.”

“Sorry. Truth hurts. Guess you shouldn’t have asked. But on the flip side you completely proved me wrong and I am,” she licked whipped cream off her lip and his cock jumped, “pleased to report, you far
far
exceeded my expectations in every category.”

“As did you.”

She swallowed another bite of bacon and slowly wiped her mouth with a napkin. “What did you expect? I know I haven’t been your favorite person in the world, because you couldn’t handle all of my awesome, but I’m quite curious to know what you thought you were getting into when you kissed me the other day.”

He moved his clean plate away so he could lean his elbows on the edge of the table. “I honestly hadn’t ever really thought about fucking you before.”

“Should I be happy or offended?” She finished her juice and leaned back in her chair, looking rumpled and satisfied.

“I don’t know. You’re stacked, pretty, smart but you’re also a smart-ass. I also thought you’d be high maintenance, but now I think I was completely wrong on that one.” He smiled and bobbed his eyebrows at her. “And you are definitely stacked. Hell your tits are things men dream about and some women if they’re awesome enough.”

“Most of that was somewhat positive if not completely chauvinistic so why hadn’t you ever thought about fucking me?”

Her talking dirty even when they weren’t having sex totally did it for him, and his cock wanted to know how much free time they had that morning to go for round two. “You were Angela’s friend and I don’t like drama. It sucks and girls can be catty on the best of days.”

“So true.”

He nodded. “I didn’t want any part of that scene so I took you off my menu and relegated you to the annoying friend category.”

“Ouch.”

“Sorry. Truth hurts.” Petty that he got to use her words back at her, but that didn’t make him enjoy it any less. “Now you’re in the…” Yeah, he trailed off because she was in a category he’d never actually had someone in before.

“And that would be?” she prompted.

“Friend with benefits.” He meant for it to come out as a question but it didn’t. Because she was a
friend
. “Wow. When did that happen?”

“We’re friends.” She said it looking up at the ceiling as if she were having to try it on for size as well. “Huh. That’s a bit of a surprising development.” She stared at him again with a completely confused look on her face. “So what was the kiss if not your first attempt at getting into my pants?”

“A fluke.” It was completely true. He’d had no ulterior motives. None. He hadn’t wanted to fuck her until later. He didn’t want anything from her. Nothing. “I’d simply wanted to kiss you. You were scared and I didn’t like you being afraid. It pissed me off.” Her small smile made him glad he’d told her the truth, which reminded him of something. “Hey, we need to make a pact.”

“On what?” She tucked her hair behind one of her ears and pulled her legs under herself to sit cross-legged.

Eyeing her pussy through the glass kitchen table made his dick jump. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

“Is that the pact?” Her eyebrows drew low and he wanted to kiss her mouth.

Not thinking of any reason to stop himself, he drew her forward and did just that. Her lips tasted like whipped cream and he wanted them wrapped around his cock again. “No, that’s not the pact.”

“And why did you kiss me now?”

“Again because I wanted to and I couldn’t think of any reason to keep my lips to myself.”

“All righty then.” She sucked her lips between her teeth for a second. “So if I want a kiss I can just take one.”

“Hmm…”

“What do you mean hmm? You can do it so why are the rules for me any different?”

“You had no problems last night in the bedroom following my—”

“If you say orders I’m going to stab you with a fork.”

He chuckled and pulled her closer for another kiss. “I was going to say direction but I sure like how orders sounded coming from you.”

“Oh please.” She grabbed a fork and he wrestled it out of her hand as they both laughed.

As he set the fork down, he had a thought. “Outside of a kink interaction between us, a vanilla anything let’s say, you can have whatever you want.”

“So, if I wanted a kiss right now I could just…” She got up and he instinctively moved his chair back to make room for her. She straddled his lap, held his face, and planted a kiss on his mouth that knocked him stupid. “Do that?”

“Fuck.”

“No, you said you only like it kinky. Fucking will fall under your category of…direction.” She kissed him again then tried to get up.

He wasn’t done with her so he grabbed onto her hips and held her on his lap. “Okay, the pact.”

“Oh yes. You distracted me.”

“I distracted you?” he asked with a fair bit of outrage.

“Completely. You cook me breakfast in nothing but boxers and then you’re all honest and stuff. Distracting.”

“Honesty. That’s actually the pact. We agree to be completely honest with each other.”

“Aren’t we already?”

“Yes. I just don’t want that to change since we’re having sex now.” He actually liked being able to say shit like it was, without having to worry about losing the sex he enjoyed having with her. “We’ll actually be friends with benefits.”

“I’m sure as hell not gonna lie to you after you’ve already given it up.”

“You are such a dude,” he mumbled.

“Oh no, you’ve hurt my feelings.” She gave him a kiss and then got up to start clearing the dishes.

“Uh, did I really?” He stood to help, and didn’t even try hiding his erection.

She rolled her eyes at him. “No, Einstein. And I totally agree with you. Honesty or this is over. If we can’t be honest and our feelings have gotten involved, we need to call a halt to it anyways.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

“Okay. In honor of our new agreement of letting it all hang out, I’m going to give you a compliment.”

He set plates in the sink and then bent over with his hands on his knees. “You’re gonna have to give me a second, I think I just got woozy.”

Knocking him on the shoulder, she brushed past him on the way to the fridge. “Oh shut up.” She put stuff away and then faced him. “Breakfast was good.” She said it as if she was totally surprised.

“Bachelor, remember? Have to cook or I’ll croak.”

“Could eat out.”

“No thanks.”

“You keep surprising me.”

“Ditto.”

She glanced at the clock and announced, “We need to leave in thirty to get to the clinic.”

He looked too. “I have to shower.” Picking her up, he threw her over his shoulder.

Completely offended apparently, she started cursing.

He slapped her ass and she moaned, squealed. He set her down in the bathroom and she tried to wiggle away. Holding her by the arm, he flipped the shower on, stripped her naked, yanked off his boxers, and shoved her into the tub portion.

“You’re being quite heavy-handed,” she growled with her hands on her hips.

Her nipples were already hard though, and she couldn’t quite seem to keep her eyes off his naked cock.
Love the honesty.
Even her body couldn’t lie to him, which he loved.

“Yes I am, because I have every intention of licking you until you come and then I’m going to fuck you against the shower wall, come on your tits, and then watch the water wash it away. Then we’ll get to the clinic, in one piece mind you, instead of with half a brain since neither of us will be so horny we can’t think. This will fall under the kinky sex category so I get to be demanding.”

“Only one problem with that.” Her smug smile made his cock get even harder.

He wrapped his wet hand around it and started stroking it. “And that problem would be?”

“No condom.” The little shake of her head and wrinkled nose were delightful, but he was going to love wiping the smug demeanor off even more.

“Behind you. Up on the corner of the top of the shower.”

She turned around and actually stamped her foot. “So sure of yourself, Campbell?” She grabbed the condom and turned around, holding it up as if it were the damning evidence she’d been looking for to win her case.

“Completely.” He got on his knees, knocked her knees a tiny bit wider, separated the lips of her pussy with his fingers, and licked her clit.

He laved her sensitive nub with the flat portion of his tongue and then tormented it with the very tip. Never once did he stop. Not even for a second did he lose his focus and gloat. None of that mattered.

And if he were being honest with himself as well as her, if they ran out of time and he didn’t get to fuck her, then at least he’d get to work with her with the taste of her pussy on his lips.

The taste of her cum.

That’d be enough.

Barely.

The condom fell to the shower floor and he glanced up at her. Her eyes were closed, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, and her hands were on her pretty nipples. Pinching them, her teeth bit down a tiny bit harder on her lip. He slid a finger inside her, and another. She swallowed a moan and he bit her clit until she gasped.

“Stop trying to stifle your reaction to me. I want to hear you. I need it.” Oh how true that was.

“I’m gonna come, Campbell.”

He spoke against her mound. “I know.” He pulsed his fingers against her g-spot and latched on to her clit, working it with his lips and tongue.

Her entire body went rigid and she came. Not just her pussy and clit. Not just a piece of her. From head to toe, every muscle got tight and she thrashed her head from side to side. Processing the pleasure? Not believing it? Wanting more?

He didn’t know.

But he sure couldn’t wait to find out.

Licking her hard, he teased her clit as she came and her pussy squeezed his fingers every few seconds. Contracting around his slick digits, he slid them in and out of her, rubbing her g-spot in time with his tongue on the apex of her slit.

“Campbell…” She breathed his name.

Her quiet voice went straight to his cock, calling to him, urging him to take her.

He grabbed the condom with his free hand, ripped it open with his teeth, and slid it on one-handed. All the while continuing to tease and stretch her sex, making sure she was ready for him. He wanted it to be good for her.

Any partner he’d ever had he wanted it to be good for them.

But this felt different.

He wanted her to want him inside her. He didn’t want a couple orgasms to be enough. He wanted her to need him to fill her as much as he needed to take her.

“I’m going to scream if you don’t fuck me now. Stop teasing me.”

A chuckle filled the shower as he stood and lifted her. She eeked and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“I’m too heavy for you to do that to.”

That. Pissed. Him. Off.

Reaching around her leg, he lined his cock up to her stretched hole and fucked into her with several shallow strokes. He took her hard, unable to stop himself. She pushed against his shoulders and stared at him as he growled at her.

“Do not ever talk about yourself in a negative light. Not in front of me. Ever. If you hadn’t already had me so crazed, I’d have folded you over the bathtub and spanked your ass until you couldn’t sit for a week.”

She bit her lip and then her jaw fell open as he let his lust truly take over.

Fucking into her wasn’t what he did.

Taking her wasn’t strong enough for what he felt about her at that moment.

He possessed her, controlled her, dominated her. Every piece of her. Grabbing a handful of her wet hair, he held her head in place as he took her mouth with his.

Licking against her tongue, tasting her, feeling her fingernails dig into his back while she moaned into his mouth kicked his need even higher.

He ripped his mouth away from hers and yanked her hair, forcing her to look at him. “Say it.”

“Say w-w-what?” She shivered against him and tilted her hips, somehow taking him even deeper.

Grinding his teeth together, he stared at her. “Tell me you won’t say anything bad about yourself. You’re perfect. Every fucking inch of you. Say it.”

“But earlier you told me I just couldn’t say it in front of you.”

He moved so quick she screamed. Pulling out of her, he turned around and shoved the shower curtain out of the way. Water went everywhere and he didn’t care. Pushing her to her knees, he propelled her top half over the lip of the bathtub. She caught herself on the tile floor just as he thrust inside her ’til he was balls deep.