Pride & Precedents (The Park Brothers #2)

30. Camila

Chapter thirty

Camila

I t's pitch black in here. I literally cannot see my hand in front of my face. I feel around for Henry…No Henry. OK, so, how the hell do I even find the light switch?

I fumble around in the sheets again and my hand brushes against something small and plastic. A remote. It feels like there are only two buttons, so it can't be for the TV. I press one and nothing happens. When I press the second one, thick curtains reveal the late afternoon sun as it cascades off the pool. The pool ! That's it. I hope Henry and I can work things out because I'm moving in.

I take care of my bathroom needs and decide to look for Henry. To be honest, I just want to snoop through his house.

The hallway bathroom is just as luxurious as the master, minus the jacuzzi, and the study is something out of Bond film. Before I can peek into the guest room, I hear music coming from downstairs and follow it on tip toes.

Around the corner from a chef's kitchen, and past the game room, I find the source of the music: a gym. Not just any gym. A fully equipped gym with machines I don't even recognize. A professional athlete would kill for this gym. Henry's currently doing pull-ups…shirtless…glistening. Dios mío!

He catches my reflection in the mirror and gives me a smile so hot, I definitely need a shower now. I might need a moment alone with those jets in his jacuzzi tub.

He lets himself slowly drop, grinning when my eyes trace the movement. Like a predator, he prowls up to me and kisses me hard on the lips. Thank God I brushed my teeth!

"Hey, sleepyhead. I was starting to wonder whether I should call a doctor." I roll my eyes.

"What time is it?"

"Just after five. You slept almost twenty-four hours."

"It feels like it. I'm rested for the first time in like a year." He weaves my fingers between his and leads us back toward the stairs.

"Good."

His voice is deeper than I've ever heard it, and with each step, his eyes burn into mine. I almost trip over the rug in the hallway.

"How long did you sleep?" I ask, struggling to maintain my self-control as he studies me so intensely. Yesterday, he said he couldn't sleep without me, but that had to be an exaggeration. That kind of thing only happens in love songs.

Back in the bedroom, he drops his sweat towel into the hamper by the dresser.

"Twelve hours." My eyes widen and he nods. "I know. That's unheard of for me."

I walk towards the bathroom and lean against the doorjamb. I'll cave without some space between us. Especially if he's going to sit on the bed, legs spread wide, and stare at me like a hungry wolf. Clearly, I'm not the only one feeling the heat.

"You said you wanted to talk when I finished the bar, so talk." I cross my arms when he stays silent, and he sighs.

"Yes, you're right. First, I want to say I'm sorry for kissing Naomi. Yes, she started it, but I should've ended it right away and I didn't." I raise my hands to stop him.

"As much as it pisses me off that you kissed her, that's not why I left. Well, that's not the main reason I left. You and I are just hanging out, right? We don't belong to each other."

Henry stands, and I can tell he's agitated by the bunch in his shoulders.

"All these years later, and I'm still making the same mistakes," he mutters to himself. He turns and looks me square in the eyes.

"If not for that bullshit with Naomi, I would've asked you that day. I thought it was clear after our night together; I want to be with you."

For the hundredth time in the last few weeks, one thought runs through my head: Fuck Naomi. I blow out a frustrated breath.

"If that's true, why the hell did you want to keep us a secret? I remember what you said. You said you wanted to wait to tell them until it was 'worth it'." I make air quotes. "I felt like such a bonehead because I thought we already were worth it." His face is pained.

"I'm so sorry, Camila. I panicked. I was trying to save my job, and I lost everything anyway."

Unshed tears blur my eyes, and I wipe them away. Henry starts pacing.

"Weeks into my suspension, I haven't missed BBS my nearest neighbors are half a mile away." I laugh and fall back against the tile.

"Noted."

I grab the condom from by the sink before picking up the forgotten loofah. With my hands on his shoulders, I gently steer Henry towards a bench in the corner of the shower.

"My turn."

I push him down to sitting and wedge my hips between his legs. He instinctively grabs onto them, kissing and biting any flesh he can reach. I lean over his body, pressing my mound against his chest so I can wash his back. He grabs my ass to keep me from toppling forward, a middle finger slipping into my passage from behind. I gasp, but I don't stop lathering.

Once his back is clean enough to eat off of, I wash my way down his impressive chest to focus my efforts on his aching cock. It's pointing at me like it's a compass and I'm due north.

I smooth bubbles up and down his shaft until precum weeps from the top, mixing with the suds. I drop the sponge to stroke him in earnest, starting at the base and twisting each time I reach the head. His grip on my ass gets harsher, and the fingers inside me falter.

"Fuuuck, Mila. You're going to make me bust if you're not careful."

I consider that. I do enjoy making men lose control…To prove it, I tighten my fist around his cock and stroke faster, rewarded with a full body shudder. Yeah. That's fun.

Plus, he's so sexy when he begs. I almost came listening to all the filthy things he whispered when I sucked his cock before. I torture him with a few more strokes, then release him. Maybe another time.

Instead, I tear open the foil packet and roll the condom down his stiff length. I plant my knees on either side of his hips on the bench, grab hold of his shoulders, and slowly lower myself. I tease his tip against my lips first, smiling at Henry's gasp. All he can do is hang on as I lower my pussy onto his dick with excruciating slowness. I hear the longing and desire in his keening moan and start bouncing in his lap, angling his cock so it hits my G-spot every time my ass meets his thighs.

His eyes roll back in his head, and my inner succubus takes over. I bounce faster, clenching my pussy around his cock when I reach the base and squeezing the whole way up.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," he groans, seemingly senseless. That's more like it.

With a move I know will break him, I reach back and cup his balls from behind my back.

"Oh, fuck!!"

He grunts his release, warmth filling the condom as his cock throbs inside of me. The desperate jerks of his hips trigger my own orgasm, and my pussy flutters around his length, dragging a final stream from his cock. We collapse together, both wrung out from the intensity of our joining.

"Holy shit, Mila. You were trying to take my soul with that one."

I wink.

"Maybe a little."

We take turns drying each other off, and Henry hands me a terrycloth robe from behind the door.

"Just until we can head into town tomorrow and get you some clothes." I raise an eyebrow and step into the robe as he holds it open.

"I'm staying over tonight, too?"

Henry wraps the belt around my middle and pulls it tight. My boobs threaten to spill out of the soft material.

"Of course. I told you I can hardly sleep without you."

I follow him back into the bedroom, where he steps into pajama bottoms, leaving his chest bare. He pierces me with a look that says he's already ready for another round, but I turn from his gaze and head towards the stairs.

"Where are you going?" he asks, his voice laced with worry.

"I just slept for twenty-four hours and then we fucked like rabbits. I need food."

His shoulders sag in relief and his lips quirk up in amusement.

"Oh. Right."