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He looked at me. Pete Carver looked at me.
I could drown in that look of his, a clear request for guidance, an eagerness to please and take pleasure–because he was enjoying what he was doing to me.
How in the hell can he be a Fairway? Fairways repel, but not Cameron. He draws me in like a flame on a winter day. I never thought it possible that another man could do that, but everything about him is so honest. He’s quickly becoming the most attractive person I’ve ever met.
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My prediction was correct—we fit together perfectly,
He’s touch-starved, so heartbreakingly touch-starved
It’s like…you know what I need, so I feel safe.”
So compliant. So trusting. So eager. He checks every box I didn’t know I had.
“The way you looked at me in the hallway? The way you’re looking at me now? The next time you look at me like that, this will be my cock.”
“And…because it makes me think of you.”
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I cut him off. “And when I’m done, you’re never going to want anyone but me to fuck you.”
I hope that Pete is prepared to be responsible for my heart and soul because I think I just cracked open and let both spill into his capable hands. He knows me. Really knows me.
He’s both light and dark. The sun and the storm. A firm, confident hand, and a passionate tenderness that I feel to my bones.
This is so much more than sex. It’s patience. Understanding. Compassion. Acceptance. Everything I’ve always wanted rolled up into one age-old act by the perfect man.
He’s everywhere. I fucking love him being everywhere.
Fuck. This man. Always nudging me to be brave and bold like him.
“You smell like Snuggle. It fucking drives me crazy.”
“You’re my night,”
I might be inexperienced, but he’s not fucking me now. He’s making love to me.
I can breathe. Like really breathe. My lungs moved in and out for the last twenty-five years, but it feels like I just released the first exhale of my entire life.
“You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.”
My heart is literally balancing on a tightrope.
I have him. I fucking get Cam.
“Then it’s the only place I want to be.”
I’m not a gentleman, but I’m yours, if you want me. I’d be honored to be yours. Lucky. So damn lucky. I’ll never hide anything from you again.”
“Then I’m yours.”
“We can do everything together.”
“I’m going to keep you forever, Pete Carver.”
“Come home to our home. To our bed. Where you belong. No one’s ever going to hurt you again, Cam.”
“Cam,” he soothes again. “Come home, sweetheart. Come home to me, please, and everything will be okay. I told you; I’m not going anywhere. Now, I need you to make the same promise.”
“Because I wouldn’t know what to do with all this love in my heart without the person who I want to give it to.”
“Of course I love you. I told you—it wasn’t even a choice.”
“No one but you,” I assure him.
I’m… different, somehow. I can’t quite explain it, but it feels like each time I looked in the mirror before today, I just saw a reflection, a stranger, even. Now, though, I see me. I think I finally see what Pete sees.
“It feels like my life is perfect because you love me.”
He’s clinging to me like I willed him heaven.
