Chapter 8

Eight

CAMMIE

M y mind was all over the place, and my heart was racing.

When Soren had left me with a pile of women’s clothing, I’d been confused, then a little annoyed when I assumed they belonged to some woman he’d previously brought home.

I’d marched over to his room, ready to give him a piece of my mind, when I heard him on the phone with a woman…Lulu.

The affection in his voice was obvious, and then he’d said something about her and the kids visiting.

Kids? Were they his? Was this an ex?

His voice had moved closer, so I darted back into my room, ignoring my guilty conscience for eavesdropping. It had been clear from his side of the conversation that there was easy banter between them. It didn’t sound like someone he used to be with. There was too much love in his tone. And then he’d mentioned her loving him… At that point, I didn’t want to hear any more.

I had no claim on Soren. It shouldn’t bother me he might be with someone.

Although, if he’d kissed me while dating another woman, I could be a little pissed about that, right?

After begrudgingly pulling on a warm sweater, thick leggings, and fuzzy socks, I wandered out into the living room, trying to convince myself to stop obsessing.

But the little devil on my shoulder was pretty damn persuasive, so when I heard Soren in the kitchen, still on the phone, I walked over and stood to the side of the door.

They had switched to a video call, so I heard her half of the conversation as well.

From the way they were talking, my suspicions took a turn because there was much more between them than I’d originally guessed.

Fucking hell.

He was married.

Married with kids!

What a jackass!

Did this mean he just left his wife to raise his kids? Going home to see them “frequently.” Obviously, she had no idea that he went around kissing other women. This Lulu needed a freaking wake-up call.

Then when he said he loved her…his sweet girl…I irrationally wanted to cry.

What is the matter with me? Ugh!

After he told her to give his love to “his munchkins,” I’d heard more than enough.

I grumbled under my breath as I stomped over to the couch and dropped onto the cushions.

Soren appeared a few seconds later, and he smiled at me until he clocked my face. “Since I’m the only other person here, I’m assuming that expression is for me?”

My eyes narrowed, and I folded my arms under my breasts. When it drew his eyes down to my chest and my nipples pebbled, it made me even more angry.

“Stop looking at me like that!” I barked.

He raised an eyebrow as he ambled toward the sofa. “Like what?”

“Like you want to eat me for breakfast,” I muttered.

“The idea has merit.”

“Quit being cute, Soren.”

He grinned. “You think I’m cute?”

I scowled. “How would your wife feel if she knew you were flirting with me? Kissing me? How can you do that to your kids?” I was yelling by the time I finished. Blinking rapidly to hold back my tears, I hopped up to pace between the couch and the fireplace.

Soren frowned, his brow furrowing low over his eyes. “Wife? What the hell are you talking about?”

I stopped and slammed my fists onto my hips. “Don’t act like you haven’t a clue what I’m talking about, Soren. I heard you talking to her…to Lulu.”

Soren blinked at me, then tossed his head back and roared with laughter.

My jaw literally dropped, and I watched him practically roll around on the couch in disbelief.

“Babe,” he uttered when he’d mostly caught his breath. “There is a reason people shouldn’t eavesdrop.”

“Don’t call me babe, you jerk.”

“Okay. Baby, how much of my conversation did you hear?” His expression was still filled with mirth, and my anger was slowly turning into confusion.

“Um, most of it. I might have missed some in the middle…”

He stood and prowled toward me. “So you missed the part where she admitted I was the smartest, most awesome big brother she’s ever had?”

“I—um…what?” He’d knocked the wind right out of my sails.

“And it sounds like you didn’t listen in on the conversation I had with my munchkins. Owen is three, and he calls me Uncle Sowen. Avery is two, so my moniker is currently Unca So. I’m hoping that one doesn’t stick.”

I hadn’t even realized I was backing up until I hit the freezing-cold window and jumped, practically landing in Soren’s arms.

He took hold of my hips and steered me around until I crowded up against a wall instead.

“Lulu is your sister?” I squeaked, feeling like the world’s biggest moron.

Soren nodded, then bent his head so our noses were almost touching. “You want to tell me what that was all about, Cammie?”

“Um…” I turned my head to stare over his shoulder, but he lightly pinched my chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to look at him. “I just felt bad for her. You know, on her behalf.”

“You know what I think?” he rumbled in a low, sexy voice that sent a shiver down my spine.

“This is all just a big misunderstanding?” I suggested with an overly innocent smile.

Crowding me back just a little more, he swallowed up any remaining space between us. “I think you were jealous.”

His tone was a little smug, but his brown eyes were full of heat as they dropped to my lips.

“Jealous? I’m not…we’re not…of course I wasn’t…”

“You’re cute when you get flustered,” he murmured as he turned my head to the side and placed his lips on my neck. He kissed his way up to my ear, then nibbled my lobe before whispering, “But seeing you get jealous and possessive of me…Damn, baby. You’re sexy as fuck when you’re lit up with fire.”

A tiny moan escaped my mouth when he tugged my earlobe between his teeth again.

“Fuck it,” he groaned right before his mouth slammed down onto mine.

It wasn’t soft, or slow, or coaxing. The kiss was an all-out assault on my senses. Soren devoured my mouth like it was his last meal, and I was his favorite food.

Passion swept over me, and I clung to him, aching for his touch.

He grabbed my ass and boosted me up, forcing my back against the wall and guiding my legs around his hips. Something hot and hard filled the space between my legs, pressing against my sensitive nerves.

With a slight rocking motion, he sent bolts of pleasure streaking through my body. I tore my lips from his and moaned at the rapture his movements elicited. “Ohhhh. That feels…oh yes.”

Soren lifted his head and stared into my eyes. The fire in his brown orbs raged out of control, making my body burn for him. I could see how close he was to snapping, and I wanted it. I wanted to see him lose control, intoxicated by passion, thinking aboutnothing but the way we made each other feel.

There must have been something that he saw in my eyes or on my face that shattered his resolve because he growled and captured my mouth in another deep, ravishing kiss.

His hands slid from my ass up under the back of my sweater. With one small pinch, he’d unclasped my bra, then he was cupping my bare breasts. He squeezed just hard enough for me to feel the bite of pain before he stroked the pads of his thumbs over my nipples.

I moaned and thrust out my chest, squeezing my legs to get more friction between my thighs.

Soren yanked his head back, and my sweater flew behind him with one swift movement. My bra quickly followed, and then his warm, wet mouth enveloped one of my hard buds.

“Soren!” I cried when he bit the tip, then soothed it with his tongue.

“Fuck, it makes me so hot when you make those sexy sounds,” he grunted before lavishing attention on my opposite breast. “These tits…they are fucking magnificent.”

Every tug from his teeth sent a streak of pleasure straight to my clit, and it wasn’t long before I was desperate to feel him moving inside me.

“I want you,” I panted, my hands clawing at the waistband of his pants.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” he growled.

“Yesss,” I hissed, dipping my hand in and wrapping it as much as I could around his cock.

“Fuck!” he shouted, his hips bucking.

Out of the blue, he dropped me down onto my feet, but before I even realized what was happening, he’d practically torn off my leggings, then picked me up again and shoved me back against the wall.

“Take me out,” he demanded.

Obediently, I pushed down his pants enough to free his dick. I clasped his neck with one hand while the other gripped his hard, silky shaft and teased the tip, rubbing it through my slick folds. I was soaking wet and incredibly sensitive, so when he thrust forward and slid along my clit, I cried out, shuddering and on the brink of climax.

“Can’t fucking wait any longer, baby,” he rasped, his jaw clenched tight, and his hungry, espresso eyes locked on my face. “Need to be inside you.”

“Yes,” I panted, plunging both my hands into his hair and shamelessly rubbing my pussy against his long, thick shaft. “Oh yes!”

Soren curled his arms under my thighs, unlocking them from around his waist so they hung over his forearms. Then he pushed them up so my knees were pressed to my chest, before widening them as far as they would go, giving him an unfettered view of my drenched center.

“Fucking perfect,” he growled. “I’ve been dying to feel your bare little pussy wrapped around my cock.”

That was all the warning I got before he drove his shaft inside me, sheathing himself from root to tip with one swift plunge. “Fuck!” he bellowed at the same time that I cried out his name. Stars burst behind my eyes as intense pleasure rocketed through my body.

“Fuck,” he grunted, resting his forehead against mine. “Better than I imagined.”

He raised his head and locked eyes with me. “I don’t have it in me to go slow, baby. I need to fuck you more than I need to breathe.”

“I don’t want slow,” I whimpered. “Hard. Now.”

He didn’t waste another second. His hips pulled back before he slammed inside again. A deep groan tore from his chest, and then the dam burst. Hot and hard, he filled me over and over, his pace fast, wild, and primal.

“Yes! Oh yes! Yes, Soren! Yes!” I screamed, clenching my inner muscles to create even more friction every time he pounded inside.

“Fuck, yes, Cammie. Squeeze that bare little pussy. Fuck, yes! Oh fuck, baby!”

Hearing his growls of approval, his words about how much he wanted me, and feeling the way he couldn’t hold back, it all spiraled together, sending me soaring until I shattered, screaming his name as I came.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, his head thrown back, eyes shut, and the tendons in his neck tight from strain. “Fuck, that feels amazing. I’m gonna have you coming on my cock until I’ve fucked you raw. Fuck! Oh fuck, baby! Yes!”

I had barely come down from my climax when Soren roared in ecstasy and exploded inside me. The second I felt his hot come inside me, I fell apart again. My body shook with tremors, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

Soren’s head was buried in my neck as he continued to pump his still hard cock in and out while he released inside me. Then he bit my shoulder and swiveled his hips, hitting my most sensitive spots on one thrust.

“Oh! Soren!” I wailed. “No, stop. I can’t take it—oh yes! Yes!”

“Told you, baby,” he grunted. “Gonna fuck you raw. Now give me another one so I can feel your pussy coming around my dick.”

Suddenly, he stopped thrusting and released my legs to grab my ass, keeping us connected as he moved. I wrapped my legs around his waist, undulating, unable to stop searching for release. “Keep fucking my cock, baby,” he instructed.

A few seconds later, I felt like I was falling until my back hit the soft fabric of our makeshift bed.

Soren leaned over me and took my mouth in a savage kiss while he resumed thrusting. His tongue mimicked his shaft, so he was fucking my mouth while he fucked my pussy, taking complete ownership of my body.

“Now, Cammie,” he snarled against my lips. He grasped my breasts and pinched my nipples hard, sending me hurtling into another orgasm.

“Yes! Fuck!” he shouted when my channel throbbed, the muscles rippling around his shaft.

This time, he waited for me to catch my breath before he rolled us over so I was on top. He cupped my hips and raised me off his cock, then yanked me forward until I straddled his face.

“Holy shit!” I blurted when his tongue filled my hole. “Oh, oh, yes, yes, yes!”

I couldn’t stop myself from rocking against his mouth, my hands cradling his head to hold him right where I needed him.

He glided his fingertips up my torso until they reached my breasts, then they circled the nipples before twisting and plucking at the same time that he sucked hard on my clit.

My climax hit me like a freight train, knocking my world askew. I cried out over and over, entrenched in euphoria.

I didn’t notice him moving me away from his mouth and popping me back down on his dick until I felt the hot steel rod filling me.

“Ride me, Cammie,” he commanded.

“I-I can’t,” I whimpered.

“Ride me hard, and then I’ll let you rest,” he promised. “That’s it, baby. Good girl.” He praised me when I moved up and down. He held my hips, helping me since I had very little energy left. “Harder,” he rasped. “Play with your nipples, baby. Just like I did.”

I felt like my limbs were made of lead, but I dragged my hands up to my breasts and plucked, pinched, and twisted the hard buds. The tiny pulses of pain mixed with pleasure went straight to my core, building a wild, desperate need inside me.

“Yes, baby. That’s it. Come on, Cammie. Give me more,” Soren encouraged, thrusting his hips up every time I dropped on his cock. “Yes. Fuck! Ride me, baby. Fuck my dick. Yes!”

A sudden burst of energy hit me, and I bounced on his shaft as fast and hard as I could, chasing another climax.

“Soren. Oh yes. Yes. Give it to me! Fuck, yes!” When the orgasm came, I screamed so long and loud that I was hoarse at the end.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck. Yes, baby, fuck,” Soren didn’t shout this time. His passionate words seemed like they were being dragged from the very depths of his soul. “Fuuuuuuck,” he groaned, shuddering with each release of his molten seed inside me.