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“I want you too, Cameron Mayhew.” She reached up to touch the cleft in his chin and he smiled.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.” He lowered her back down onto her pillow.
“Okay.”
Cameron slid her boy shorts down her thighs. She was naked now. She’d been topless, but never totally naked in front of him before. Katie had the urge to cover herself, but she figured he’d just pull her hands away again.
“You too. I can’t be the only naked person here.”
He smirked. “Whatever my girl wants.” He got up and stood beside the bed. “She gets.”
Cameron pushed the gray sweats down his legs and stepped out of them. The head of his cock peeked out of the waistband of his boxers.
Oh, Jesus! Is that normal?
Katie didn’t think a penis was supposed to be that big. It didn’t seem as big when it was hard and hidden beneath a pair of jeans as it did now. She nervously swallowed as Cameron hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband and took off his boxers.
Fuck. Me.
He fisted his cock in his hand. She squeezed her eyelids closed as he laid back down beside her.
“Are you nervous?”
She nodded.
“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.”
Slowly, she opened them. His face hovered just inches from hers. He smoothed her hair away from her face and softly kissed her lips.
“You don’t have to be nervous. We’re not fucking.”
“We’re not?”
Was she disappointed or relieved?
‘Don’t be giving some punk what’s mine.’
“No. I told you I’m going to make you feel good.” He stroked her hair. “I didn’t bring any condoms with me. Besides, when we do I want it to be special and…”
Katie pulled his face to hers and kissed him. God, he was so fucking perfect—he deserved everything she didn’t know if she would ever be able to give him. He deserved a girl who lost her breath when he looked at her, who got butterflies when he kissed her.
Like she felt with Brendan.
Give me fucking butterflies, Cam. I need them.
He glanced around. Every person he cared about was right here. Except one. She was in the city making frothy hearts in foam.
Linnea looked like a princess. A cloud of sheer voluminous ivory swished around her feet as they swayed to the music. Brendan held her close. Even with heels on she could barely reach his shoulders. Next to them, Jesse danced with his mother who still held Chandan—she hadn’t put the baby down since she got off the plane.
The wedding had turned out just as Linnea planned it. Simple and beautiful. Small and intimate. Monica married them under the wood arch beneath the trees, the lake and fall foliage a stunning backdrop. Kodiak gave his sister away to Kyan and Dillon stood at his brother’s side as witness to his marriage—the irony of that wasn’t lost on him.
For the two men, both of them now her brothers, loving Linnea was akin to a glass splinter burrowed deep beneath the skin. It hurt. Neither man showed anyone their pain, but Brendan knew it had to be there.
A strand of Linnea’s dark-blonde hair blew in the evening breeze. He smiled down at her and tucked it behind her ear. Brides are often described as radiant, and Linnea truly was. He squeezed his newest cousin against him a little tighter. “You’re beautiful, sweetheart. No one deserves a lifetime of love and happiness more than you, Linnea Byrne.”
“Thank you, Bren.” She squeezed him back. “For everything.”
“You know I love you.”
