26. Sam

Christmas was in a few days, and I hadn't come out to my parents yet. I'd been dreading this, putting it off, but I couldn't avoid it any longer. They were expecting me to video chat with them on the holiday, and I wouldn't be able to hide all the changes I'd gone through. Besides, I wanted to introduce them to Cameron.

We'd planned to spend the holidays together, and we were going to his parents' house for Christmas dinner. I was going to meet them on Christmas Day—he'd assured me they would love me—and I wished I could say my parents would want to meet him.

Somehow, I doubted it.

"Just call them, Sam." Cameron was munching on a cucumber slice beside me on his couch, looking adorable in his comfy pajama pants—the ones he always wore after I reddened his ass because he claimed they were the softest. I'd spanked him this morning since it had been a couple of days, and he'd been fidgety, so I knew he'd needed it. Truth be told, I loved using spankings as a way to clear his head instead of to punish. As I'd hoped, he was calm as he ate a healthy snack beside me. "It's going to be harder the longer you put it off."

I stared at the phone on his coffee table like it was going to jump out and bite me. "I know." I huffed, turning to him. "Maybe I just never tell them?"

Cameron pointed at the phone. "Call them. Now."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Who's the Daddy around here?"

He smiled prettily. "You are, Daddy."

"Damn straight." Then I smiled at him. "But you're right, of course."

So I picked up my phone, tapped my mom's number for a video chat, and held my breath. Cameron went into the bedroom to give me some privacy. I wished he'd stayed as soon as he was out of the room. He helped me not give in to my cowardice, my fear.

My call with my parents lasted all of two minutes. Having practiced coming out to Alex, Sadie, and Seth already, my short speech was well-rehearsed and to the point. I wasn't sure why, but I sensed this would be the only chance I would have to tell them about Cameron, so I told them I was gay, too.

To say they did not handle it well would be the world's biggest understatement.

After my dad hammered the final nail in the coffin by spewing out my deadname and a homophobic slur with all the venom a transphobic bigot could muster and slamming their computer shut while my mom just sat there, I couldn't take anymore. Gasping, I collapsed onto the couch, my face pressed into the seat cushion. Moments later, I was in Cameron's arms, sobs wracking my body. He pulled me close, let me cry on his shirt until it was soaked through. He whispered in my ear everything I needed to hear—that I was safe, I was cared for, I was perfect just as I was—as his arms held me tight.

Held me together.

I didn't need my parents to accept me, but fuck, I'd wanted it. I hated that I wanted it, but I did. And when they couldn't even look at me, see me, when I'd shared who I truly was, my heart shattered.

I'd get over this. I'd feel better. I had friends who loved and supported me, a boyfriend I loved and supported in everything, and siblings who cared. I would be okay.

But right now, my world was ending.

What could've been hours later, my tears finally quieted. I blew my nose and wiped off my face with the tissues Cameron had brought me earlier. He had grabbed us bottled waters at some point, too.

When I met his gaze, he offered me a sympathetic frown. "Feel better?"

I nodded, sniffling. "Thank you for holding me."

"Always." He scrutinized me, and his next words came out as a statement, not a question. "It didn't go well."

"Fuck. You have no idea." I sniffed again, steeling myself to explain. "They basically told me I would never be their son, only their daughter—that God made me a woman, so that's who I am. Deadnamed me multiple times, probably on purpose. They actually said, and I quote, ‘until you're ready to go back to being our daughter, don't visit.' Who the fuck says that to their kid? They also said that God doesn't approve of my ‘choice'"—I spat the word out—"so they don't either. My dad even told me not to call anymore."

"Fuck." Cameron scrubbed his hand down his beautiful face. His expression was pinched as if he was feeling my pain—and I knew that was precisely what was happening. Our connection had only gotten stronger the longer we were together, and our hearts were linked. He loved me back; I was certain of it, though he hadn't said it yet.

That was okay. I could give him all the time he needed to let me in completely.

"Sam?"

I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands then blinked over at him, eyes blurry. "Yes, baby?"

Cameron opened his mouth to answer, but my phone rang just then, cutting him off. I reached for it where it sat on the coffee table as I offered him an apologetic wince. "Hold that thought."

Adorably, he grabbed at the air next to his temple and closed his fist around it tightly with a scrunched nose and mischievous grin.

I smiled genuinely at his cuteness before lifting the phone off the table. As soon as I saw who it was, I quickly tapped to answer the call. "Seth? Hey, what's up?"

"Sam? Are you okay, man?"

I blinked at the blatant anger in his voice. "Yeah, I'm . . . well, I'll be okay." I glanced over at Cameron, whose brow was furrowed as he listened in, his hands now in his lap. "What's going on?"

"What the hell did Mom and Dad say to you?"

My back shot ramrod straight at that—my brother never cursed. He must be livid. "How did you find out about it?"

He scoffed, and if I wasn't mistaken, I heard something go tumbling in the background. Almost like he'd knocked over a chair or a small table. I'd never heard him so angry. "Dad called, apparently as soon as he finished talking to you. He asked if I knew . . . well, I won't repeat his transphobic bullshit. But the things he was saying, Sam . . . I can't even imagine how much worse you got it. I'm so sorry."

I sniffed, tears threatening again. "Thanks, man. I appreciate that."

"He had the nerve to tell us to cut you off. Said it was the only way you'd learn your lesson. Fuck that."

I blinked again at the expletive but managed to find my voice. "What did you tell him?"

He huffed into the phone. "I told him he could shove his bigoted transphobia where the sun don't shine."

I snickered—I couldn't help it. But my chuckle served to break the tension, and I could almost hear Seth relax, just a little.

"Look, man, I just wanted to make sure you were okay after all that. You don't deserve any of his crap, Sam, you hear me? You are not the problem; he is. And Mom for not standing up to him. Just . . . ugh. Listen, Brother—Anna, the kids, and I are all here to support you, okay? Whatever you need. If Dad's going to pull this crap, we're cutting him off, too."

I gasped. "You don't have to do that for me, man."

"Of course we do, and we're happy to do it. If he can't accept who you are and is going to be spouting all that horrific theology and rhetoric, then I certainly don't want him around my kids, say nothing of Anna or myself. He either grows up, or he loses all of us."

I sighed happily. "I could hug you right now."

I heard a smile in Seth's voice. "Wish we could, dude. Hey, you want to come up for Christmas? Our plans have unexpectedly changed, so we'll just be hanging around here."

"Seriously, man, you don't have to do that. I wouldn't want you to disappoint your kids because of me. And we already have plans, anyway."

"We?" A cacophony of voices sounded in the background before I could answer him. "In here, babe!" he called before addressing me again. "Hey, do you have time to video chat with the family for a bit?"

I glanced over at Cameron, who quickly nodded. I wasn't surprised he could hear everything. "Sure, we'd love to."

Cameron eyed me, probably wondering if he should leave again. I grabbed his hand, pulling him closer to me as I tapped on the video chat function and stared at myself on the screen. Seconds later, my image slid to the bottom right corner and Seth and his family appeared. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my still tear-reddened face.

"Hey, family! Happy Holidays!"

The entire foursome waved at me, shouting their greetings and Merry Christmases. Cameron laughed with me, sitting just off-camera.

When they quieted down, I pointedly glanced at Cameron, silently asking if he wanted to meet my family, and when he nodded, I turned back to my phone and asked, "Would you like to meet someone?"

Even over video, I could see Seth's eyes flash with curiosity and what looked suspiciously like joy. Anna chimed in with an "of course we do!" so I turned the camera toward the man I loved, a wide grin on my face. "This is Cameron."

Cameron waved at the group, offering a shy "hi, it's nice to finally meet you all" and a beautiful smile. Anna squealed, and even Cali's mouth dropped open as she gasped. "Uncle Sam," she exclaimed, "is this your boyfriend?"

I covered my mouth to hide my chuckle as Cameron blushed slightly. Deciding to have mercy on him, I turned the camera back on me. "Yes, he is." I leaned over until we were both in view and pressed a kiss to his temple. "He's pretty great."

Cali squealed just like her mom, and the entire group chuckled, even Josiah, who probably didn't quite get what was going on.

I decided to have mercy on him as well. "So, Josiah, what did you ask Santa for this year?"

My question launched us into a full half hour of both Josiah and Cali regaling us with their Christmas lists and all the fun things they still wanted to do before the twenty-fifth. When Seth indicated he'd already told the kids they wouldn't be seeing their paternal grandparents this year, I felt a little better. Cali and Josiah's excitement seemed unaffected by the last-minute change of plans.

We wrapped up the call another half hour later, my heart full at seeing Cameron interacting so naturally with my family. I pulled him into a long hug as my mind swirled with the events of the past few hours. Despite the emotional boost I'd gotten with Seth's call, my mood soon worsened thinking about my parents and the things they'd said. I couldn't seem to help it.

When I pulled away, Cameron eyed me. "Want to put on a movie and order pizza? We can even make popcorn and eat way more chocolate than we should. I may even have some of your favorite peanut butter ice cream with chocolate flakes." Cameron's hand rubbed my shoulder as he spoke, and I calmed at the touch. Though I was definitely the dominant one, Cameron knew how to take care of me when I needed it. And I was exceedingly grateful.

"That sounds incredible, baby, thank you."

***

But our night of comfort foods and a cozy movie didn't help. I barely slept last night, tossing and turning until the covers were all crumpled on my side of the bed and Cameron woke up shivering. I'd wrapped myself around him, spooning him with his back to my front until his breathing had evened out again and he'd fallen back to sleep in my arms.

But still I struggled to rest.

My bleary-eyed adorable boy rotated in my arms several minutes later, turning to catch my gaze. "Daddy? What's wrong?"

I kissed his temple. "What do you mean?"

Cameron scooted out of my arms, moving back until he could face me head-on. "You haven't stopped moving since we woke up. Your feet, your fingers, your arms . . . what's going on?"

I frowned, sighing as words I didn't even know I'd been holding inside came pouring out. "I think I'm still keyed up about yesterday. I can't stop replaying the words they said in my mind. They won't go away, Cameron. I feel like I'm spinning out."

Despite the fact that my speech was relatively short, I still gulped for air when I was done.

Cameron was watching me closely, scrutinizing me the way I probably would him if I was trying to suss out motivations behind bad behavior. Come to think of it, I hadn't ever had to do that with him—he was the perfect boy. Was that a bad thing? Did he not feel safe enough with me yet to misbehave?

I fidgeted where I lay as more concerns piled on, sliding onto my back and pulling the comforter up to my chin.

When he didn't say anything for several minutes, I caught his perceptive gaze and asked, "What?"

"I have an idea."

My gut clenched instinctively, though I wasn't entirely sure what he was going to say. My instincts were telling me something big was about to go down, and I wasn't sure how I felt about that. "Okay . . . ?" I ventured when he didn't go on.

He sat up in bed, only wincing a little when he landed on his pinkened ass. He adjusted until he was sitting on his knees, a regular position for him that I knew took some pressure off his tender cheeks, though they had to be healing. I was sure he was getting to the point where he'd want me to lay into him again soon.

But with the next words out of his mouth, I learned he had a very different idea.

"I think I should spank you, Daddy."

I couldn't help it—my mouth dropped open, and I gaped at him for what had to be a full minute. When I found my voice, I was spluttering. "Uh . . . I, um—I'm sorry, what?"

He smiled softly, much like a long-suffering parent would do to a child who just wasn't getting it. "When my head gets all swirly and my anxiety threatens to make me crazy, you spank my ass until I've settled down. It works every time."

He was right; it did work. Like a fucking charm. Every time Cameron needed to calm his mind, spanking was the best way to get him there.

"That doesn't mean it would work for me, though, right?" I had to ask the question, but the fact that I asked it as a question and didn't declare it as fact told me I was considering my boy's absurd proposal.

Cameron tapped his pouty lips with a finger, and if we weren't in the middle of this insane conversation, I would've wanted to claim his lips with my own. "We can't know until we try, Daddy."

Shit, he was right. I was always telling Cameron that the best way to get over his fears was to try new things, and what kind of Daddy would I be if I didn't listen to my own advice?

Though, on the other hand, what kind of Daddy needed to be spanked? What the fuck did that say about me?

Cameron's hand on my arm reminded me I was spinning out. Again. And that made me realize I was going to do this. My head was swirling, and I didn't want to feel like this anymore. I wanted my peace back. Being a Daddy to my sweet boy helped, but I suspected I needed something bigger, more impactful—no pun intended—to help me this time.

I needed this.

"Are you sure you're up for this, baby?" I asked, watching him closely for any signs of indecision.

He just smiled sweetly again, adjusting himself on his knees beside where I lay. "Of course, Daddy. We help each other, and sometimes that means our roles can switch temporarily. You'll always be my Daddy, but as your boy, if I can help you feel better, I want to do that."

At his words, I sat up in a rush, the blankets pooling around my lap as I pulled him in for a hard, breathless kiss. When I pulled back, his eyes were glazed over, and I grinned. I loved that I could do that to my boy.

I took a breath. "So how do we do this?"

Cameron's eyebrow quirked, and I knew I was in for it. He was just mischievous enough to have some fun with this. "Well, I think over my lap would be best. And since I'm not experienced at this, maybe we need a paddle?"

I groaned, and Cameron's tinkling laugh followed me as I stood up, crossed the room fully naked, and pulled the paddle he hated—I only brought it out for true punishments—from our toy stash in the closet. Staring at it, I had the deep realization that I would hate it just as much as he did.

My sadistic boy had settled against the headboard in my absence. "Okay, Daddy, over my lap." He patted his legs to emphasize his words, and dread settled in my stomach. Was I really going to do this?

Cameron's face got stern, and I bit back a laugh at the sight. It was just so unlike him that I couldn't help it. "Over. My. Lap." He jabbed his finger toward his legs with every word, and the significance of what I was about to do suddenly made my mouth extremely dry.

I definitely was not laughing now.

After setting the paddle down near my pillow, I crawled onto the bed and dragged myself over his sheet-covered legs, adjusting myself to lay as comfortably as I could with my ass bare to him. As I did, I felt an undercurrent of humiliation settle into my bones. Was this what he felt like every time I pulled him into my lap?

It was horrible, of course, but then again, it kind of wasn't. The humiliation woke up my senses, brought every minuscule thing to the forefront of my mind. I saw the smallest of dust bunnies floating in the air through the sunlight streaming through the gauzy white drapes covering Cameron's window, felt the tiniest of breezes from the floor heater next to his bed across my skin, smelled the barest hint of that delicious sleepy smell Cameron always got when he first woke up.

Everything came into an even sharper focus as Cameron reached for the paddle near my thighs. Though he was moving with slow precision, because every nerve ending was on high alert, I could've sworn I felt the air around it moving, dispersing, making room for what was about to light up my ass.

"You remember our safewords, Daddy?"

I nodded. "Yes, boy. Green to keep going, yellow to slow down, red to stop. Let's just get this over with."

He simply chuckled as he massaged my cheeks, warming them up.

After a minute or so, I felt him lift the paddle into the air, and I groaned again, unable to help myself. "Oh, god, this is gonna suck."

Then the first swat landed.

I grunted as it nearly knocked the air out of my lungs. I gasped, trying to recover, but my precious boy didn't give me enough time to before the next crack landed on the opposite cheek.

"Fuck!"

Cameron kept going, finding a steady rhythm until I could barely catch my breath. I shouted and swore every time the paddle hit; I couldn't help it. My ass was on fire.

But I knew this wasn't a punishment or a reward; this was my boy trying to help me clear my head, calm my mind.

So I just laid there and took it.

And, eventually, my mind did start to clear. The searing heat in my ass helped ground me in the moment, connected me to Cameron, my boy, so intimately that I started crying.

Well, the fire searing through my reddened cheeks could've caused that, too.

But I felt so close to Cameron in this moment, and though I felt the burning and the humiliation and the sting of my parents' rejection, those things no longer mattered. This moment, here with Cameron, my sweet boy, was holding me together as the spanking ripped me apart, bared my soul.

Even as the swats lessened, lightened, then faded away completely, I sobbed while I begged him never to leave. My words weren't making sense, but still I pleaded with him to be present in this moment with me, to keep me as his. To stay with me, to hold me until everything was okay again. To just be here with me. Now. Tomorrow. Always.

He wordlessly pulled me into his chest and held me until my tears quieted, until nothing else mattered but me and him, right here, right now.

Until his touch made me whole again.

Once I could breathe normally, I turned tear-stained cheeks to Cameron, and he smiled down at me. His arms still held me close to his chest, and I rested on my hip to avoid aggravating my sore ass. "Thank you, my beautiful boy. That was just what I needed."

Cameron's smile widened, and he leaned down to press his lips to mine. "You're so welcome, Daddy. I am so glad I could help you like that. Did I do okay?"

I whistled, wincing as I shifted in his lap and gingerly touched my ass cheek. "Boy, I won't be able to sit down for days."

He giggled, his boy persona slipping back into place, and I slid to his side, sitting up on my hip, ignoring the burn in my ass as best I could. Reaching up, I pressed my palm against his cheek, and his eyes fell closed as he leaned into my touch. I couldn't help it—he looked so adorable that I had to lean in for a kiss.

Our simple meeting of lips soon turned into a raging forest fire, and I pushed him to his back so I could climb on top of him. When I pulled away for air, his eyes were sparkling with mischief. "I have another idea."

I flexed my arms, straightening them so I could get a look at all of him. "Um, I don't think so. I'm not sure I could handle another one of your ideas."

He giggled again, and I grinned back. I loved when he got like this. "No, Daddy, this is good. First, you—"

"Oh, this is a multi-step plan?"

He nudged my thigh playfully with his knee. "Shh, Daddy. You'll like it, I promise."

I lifted onto one arm and mimed zipping my lips with my free hand.

He grinned. "Okay, first, you need some gel on that ass. Second, I want to take a quick shower."

I opened my mouth to protest, but he put a hand up between us.

"I want to give you a surprise, and you'll need the time to get ready."

"Get ready?"

He nodded, his grin so wide I was worried it might split his face. "Yes, I want you to put your dick on for me."

His words shot through my gut and down to my dick, hardening it in an instant. We'd bought my strap-on together a few weeks back, and it had only just come in a few days ago, so we hadn't had the chance to try it yet. "I think that's an excellent idea, baby."

"Awesome." Cameron hopped up with the energy of someone half his age, grabbing the arnica gel we'd taken to using from his nightstand drawer and waving it in the air between us. "Now, on your stomach. It's time for aftercare."

***

Cameron's shower was quick, as promised, and it took me almost the entire time he was getting clean to strap on my harness and make sure it worked. I'd been spending more hours at the gym working on my ab strength, and I was certain I could give my boy the fuck of his life.

God, that sounded amazing.

Cameron stepped into the room fully naked, and the sight of him sent my senses reeling. "God, you're beautiful, baby."

He smiled, kneeling beside me on the bed and crawling toward me. "Thanks, Daddy." He stopped mere inches from me and sat up. I mirrored him as best I could with my ass smarting beneath me.

"What's up, sweet boy?"

Cameron searched my gaze. "With everything that just happened, I, um . . . Can we be Sam and Cameron right now? Just us?"

My heart squeezed. "Oh, baby, of course. I'll just be Sam, the man who wants to make you happy."

Cameron grinned. "And I'll just be Cameron, the man who wants your dick in my ass."

We cracked up then, Cameron collapsing on top of me. Once he'd shifted slightly to the side so I could breathe, I pulled him tightly against me, kissing his messy damp hair. I longed for the day when my chest was like his, scars fading with every passing day, when we could be skin-to-skin as our truest selves. But until then, I was infinitely thankful to have him close, any way I could have him.

After I'd held him for a few quiet moments, I lifted up on my elbow to gaze down at him. "Cameron?"

His head turned to meet my gaze, our lips inches apart. "Hmm?"

Instead of answering, I pulled him close enough that I could press my lips to his. I kept the kiss soft, but I couldn't keep that up for very long—my passion for him flared abruptly until it exploded from inside of me and compelled me to raise up and capture his mouth, claiming it as my own.

Cameron was mine, even if he didn't fully know it yet. And he was going to be mine forever.

He pushed me backward, shifting to his hands and knees over me as our kisses grew so heated I thought we would spontaneously combust. I reached a hand between his legs, past his t-dick and back to his asshole. When my hand encountered something hard, I pulled back, blinking up at him.

"What do we have here?"

Cameron grinned unabashedly. "Your gift. Thought I'd save us some time."

I pursed my lips playfully. "Aw, and here I thought I'd tease you for several minutes while I prepped you." I grinned.

He laughed, throwing his head back. "Next time, then."

I nodded then gripped the base of the plug in his ass. As I eased it out of his hole, I heard his breath hitch, and I swallowed the sound with my mouth on his.

Even if we were just Sam and Cameron right now, I couldn't resist teasing him a little, showing him who was always in charge. I worked the plug almost all the way out—given how it worked easier then harder alternately, I'd guess this was his flared one, which made my dick harder beneath the harness than I imagined possible—before I shoved it back in. His loud howl against my mouth, breaking our kiss, let me know I'd hit his magic spot, so I did it over and over. His cries were glorious.

"Sam, please. I need you to fuck me."

Not in the mood to draw this out any longer, I yanked the plug out all the way, his body undulating with it as it released. I tossed it aside, not caring about the bed covering, then reached for the lube I'd set next to us. I applied it liberally to my condom-covered dick as he held himself above me, his body shaking while he tried to catch his breath, then I lined up the head with his hole. But I stopped just before it entered him, the need for part of my biology to be inside him overwhelming.

Cameron froze, sensing my hesitation. "I'm so ready for you, baby. Please. Just get inside me."

I smirked then reached back and massaged his hole with two fingers, then three. Confident he was loose enough to take it, I shoved three fingers in at once, and his moan reverberated throughout my entire body. I felt his tangible need in every fiber of my being, and after pumping my fingers in and out a few times, I pulled out and lined up my silicone dick.

When it slid inside him, sinking all the way to the base, our moans collided until our sounds mixed and coalesced into one entity. I held it there for several seconds, careful to let him adjust despite how roughly I'd taken him just moments ago, until he started fidgeting above me.

"Move, Sam, please. Fuck—you're so big." His forehead was pinched, his eyes were closed, and I'd never seen a more erotic sight in my life.

"Oh, baby, you're . . . fucking hell, Cameron. You're gorgeous." At that, I pulled back and shoved up into him, ignoring the not unsubstantial pain in my ass.

I had to try several times, but soon my hips found their rhythm, and I fucked up into him as his ass moved with each thrust. Each time I bottomed out inside him, he sunk back onto me, and the base rubbed against my dick. I moaned at the glorious friction, my orgasm building much more quickly than I would've thought possible despite the burning in my ass. Or perhaps because of it.

Or maybe his whimpers and needy groans had me nearly coming before we'd really gotten started.

I grabbed his hips to slide him forward, off my dick, and Cameron frowned down at me from inches away.

"Want to ride me, baby, or should I fuck you from above? Regardless, I want to stare into your eyes as we come."

Cameron's expression shifted instantly, his smile sweet but his gaze heated. He dragged his hands along my chest as he straightened, his groin against mine. Once in position, he raised up onto his knees, reached behind him for my dick—still attached to my sturdy harness—lined it up with his hole, and sunk down onto it. He took his time, reaching for his nipple and pinching it as he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut.

Okay, Cameron had outdone himself. That was the most erotic sight I had ever seen.

Once fully seated, his eyes opened and found mine. "Damn, this angle is even better." He grinned, his hands finding my bare chest and pressing over my heart. "Now fuck me, baby."

My brows furrowed as I grabbed his hips, guiding him along my dick. My ass protested with every thrust, but I didn't care. This was undeniably sexy. I fucked up into him as he bounced on my dick, and we were slightly out of sync at first but quickly found our rhythm.

Soon, we were both breathless, and I could tell he was close. His breaths were jagged and rough, and his hips lost their steady pulse as I reached for his dick, stroking him roughly.

Then he was coming.

The sight of the sexiest man I'd ever seen coming on my dick sent me over the edge, and my own dick pulsed beneath him as I came, too. I saw stars as his hips circled above me, chasing his pleasure. I soaked in the feeling, my orgasm pulsing through me as our moans echoed through the room, exacerbating the heady rush of endorphins that coursed through me.

After what felt like several minutes, Cameron's hips slowed, and he pulled off my dick then collapsed on the bed next to me.

"Shit."

I chuckled, my brain still hazy from the effects of my orgasm. "Yeah. Shit."

He reached for my hand as we stared at the ceiling. "Was that good for you, baby?"

I squeezed his hand to reassure him. "Hell yeah, Cameron. Damn. Did anyone ever tell you how fucking sexy you are when you come?"

I felt his head turn to look at me, so I twisted my neck to face him, too, our fingers still entwined between us. "You're not serious." He stared at me, and, probably seeing no hint of teasing on my face, he blinked, his mouth falling open. "Wait—you are?"

I nodded slowly, solemnly. I wasn't quite able to move yet, but I would've cupped his face if I could've. "Absolutely, baby. Just watching you come triggered my own orgasm. You are so goddamn hot." I rolled over enough to press my lips to his in a chaste kiss. "How the hell did I ever find you? I never knew it could be this good."

Cameron's eyes glistened, and I fought back tears. "I didn't either, Sam." He smiled. "I say we don't question it and just revel in it. You good with that?"

I gave a watery chuckle. "Definitely, baby. Let's revel away."