More Than Forever
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"Forever, Luce. I love you, forever."
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
-LUCY- "I can't believe Dad built that cabin for me!"
Cam yawns loudly and shakes off his sleepiness. "I know. How cool is it?" He yawns again.
"Are you okay, babe?"
He throws his head back against the car seat. "I'm so tired, Lucy. I don't know how you sleep as little as you do and still function."
I pull over in front of his house and turn to him. "I'm used to it."
He yawns again. "Come hang out for a bit?"
"You don't wanna sleep?"
"Later. I'll always choose you over sleep."
We sit on his couch for five minutes before he pulls me down to a laying position and lies in front of me. He wraps his arms around my waist and throws a leg over mine, pulling me flush against him. "I should go—"
"Shh! Be quiet."
I laugh as he settles his head comfortably on my breasts. "Maybe just—"
"Shh!" he says again, squeezing me tight.
A minute later he's out. And not long after that, so am I. I don't know how long after we both fall asleep that I hear the front door open. I lift my head to see Mark and Heather walking in. Our positions haven't changed so I lift my finger to my mouth to let them know he's asleep.
She smiles warmly and walks to him. Shaking him gently, she whispers his name.
He moans in response.
She does it again.
One of his eyes opens and a hint of a smile forms. "Boobies," he says, before rubbing his face on my breasts.
"Cameron!" Heather and I yell at the same time.
He must hear his mom's voice over mine because he lazily tilts his head back to face her. "Mother," he deadpans, then resumes his position.
Mark jokes, "Heather, you should get cock blocker of the year award."
"I hear that!" Cam says, raising his hand for a high five that never comes.
I giggle.
He positions his leg further around me and brings me closer to him.
His mom sighs, but there's amusement in her eyes. The same kind my mom had when she'd see us doing something stupid. "Maybe you should—"
"No." Cam squeezes me tighter, his head never lifting, his eyes never opening. "She's mine. Don't take her away."
He rubs his head against my chest again, trying to get comfortable. I run my fingers through his hair. It's rare that I get a chance to do it when he isn't wearing a cap. It's gotten shaggier, and darker, since we'd started dating. He's changed a lot since then.
Heather laughs quietly. "I was going to say why don't you take Lucy up to your room and sleep there?"
"Oh." He lifts his head to look at me. I'm already watching him, smiling, wondering how I got so damn lucky. His eyes drift shut again. "Will you carry me, babe?"
"Ooh," Mark whispers. "He's doing that fake drunk-from-fatigue thing he used to do when he was a kid so I'd carry him in from the car."
Cam groans in response, and then dramatically pulls away. First one leg, then one arm, then somehow he spins completely around and onto all fours on the floor. We all watch in amazement as he makes something like standing look like the hardest physical thing in the world. Once he's on all fours, he drops to the floor and curls into a ball. I have to nudge him with my foot to get him to wake up again. "Fine," he sighs, but he doesn't move.
"Fine, I'll be in your bed waiting for you."
"She has boobies," Mark chides.
Cam grunts, before standing up and taking my hand to lead me to his room.
He closes and locks the door, then leans against it. "I was told there'd be boobies," he says, his voice hoarse from sleep.
I laugh as I get into his bed. "Come back and hold me like you did, that was nice."
"So no boobies?"
I shake my head.
"Why does everyone lie to me?" He shrugs out of his jeans and peels off his shirt from the back, like guys do. I watch him the entire time.
"I know you want me," he says, smiling as he joins me in bed.
Five minutes later, he's quietly snoring next to me.
-CAMERON-
"It was amazing," I hear her whispering. "It's like nothing I've ever felt before. Even when I've dreamed about it, it never felt like that." I throw my hand out searching for her, but she's not there.
"I can't do that!" she whispers loudly.
I sit up and try to get my bearings.
"What am I supposed to say?" she giggles.
I look around my room like a dumbass trying to find her. The thing is—I'm one of those assholes that need to sleep when I'm tired. And there's a reason for it; it's because I turn into a dumbass if I don't. Proof: I'm looking under my bed for her.
"Oh my God, Claudia. I can't do that," she laughs.
The bathroom door's open and I can see her reflection in the mirror, leaning back on the counter with the phone to her ear.
I fling my body back and try to get comfortable again.
"So I just say, 'Hey Cameron, thanks for letting me have the best mind-blowing orgasm and letting me come on and around your fingers. Wanna do it again?'"
"I'm up!" I shout. Fuck, I'm up.
She laughs loudly. "I'll call you back, Claud."
She struts out of the bathroom, gets on the bed and settles her legs on either side of me, straddling me. "You heard what I said?"
"Yup."
"So?"
I try to hide my smile, grip her ass and pull her into me. "So?"
Her cheeks redden.
I raise an eyebrow. "Are you going to ask me?"
"No!" She drops her head on my shoulder, too embarrassed to face me. I lace my fingers in her hair and curl them; pulling lightly so her head tilts back and I can see her face.
She licks her lips, her eyes burning with lust. Then she thrusts forward, pressing her heat onto my dick and pushing her tits closer to my mouth. Her eyes seem to narrow and widen at the same time. A resolve washes over her features. She leans forward, kissing me once, softly. My fingers tighten; one in her hair, and the other on her ass. She pulls back, her eyes never leaving mine. "Please fuck me soon, Cam."
And at her words, I lose control. I throw her off me with so much force she rolls over twice on the bed before landing on the floor with a thud. "Cam!" she screams, but I'm too busy slamming the bathroom door, getting in the shower, and turning the cold water on. I get in, boxer shorts and all, and start to... well... you know.
She bangs on the door. "Cam!"
"Fuck, yeah. Say my name," I whisper. My eyes are shut as I imagine her under me. Me between her legs and inside her.
"Cam!"
"One more time, babe," I say a little louder. Fuck. I'm a creep.
"Cam!"
I laugh. And come. At the same time.
***
I speak to Mom, ask her if I can spend the night with Lucy in her cabin. Apparently Tom had already spoken to her. In fact, he asked for her approval before he went ahead and built it. She made a dramatic show of losing her son forever. Lucy felt bad and said that I should stay home. That was a week ago. We've spent every night in here since. Actually, we've spent every spare second together since.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
-LUCY- "I can't believe Dad built that cabin for me!"
Cam yawns loudly and shakes off his sleepiness. "I know. How cool is it?" He yawns again.
"Are you okay, babe?"
He throws his head back against the car seat. "I'm so tired, Lucy. I don't know how you sleep as little as you do and still function."
I pull over in front of his house and turn to him. "I'm used to it."
He yawns again. "Come hang out for a bit?"
"You don't wanna sleep?"
"Later. I'll always choose you over sleep."
We sit on his couch for five minutes before he pulls me down to a laying position and lies in front of me. He wraps his arms around my waist and throws a leg over mine, pulling me flush against him. "I should go—"
"Shh! Be quiet."
I laugh as he settles his head comfortably on my breasts. "Maybe just—"
"Shh!" he says again, squeezing me tight.
A minute later he's out. And not long after that, so am I. I don't know how long after we both fall asleep that I hear the front door open. I lift my head to see Mark and Heather walking in. Our positions haven't changed so I lift my finger to my mouth to let them know he's asleep.
She smiles warmly and walks to him. Shaking him gently, she whispers his name.
He moans in response.
She does it again.
One of his eyes opens and a hint of a smile forms. "Boobies," he says, before rubbing his face on my breasts.
"Cameron!" Heather and I yell at the same time.
He must hear his mom's voice over mine because he lazily tilts his head back to face her. "Mother," he deadpans, then resumes his position.
Mark jokes, "Heather, you should get cock blocker of the year award."
"I hear that!" Cam says, raising his hand for a high five that never comes.
I giggle.
He positions his leg further around me and brings me closer to him.
His mom sighs, but there's amusement in her eyes. The same kind my mom had when she'd see us doing something stupid. "Maybe you should—"
"No." Cam squeezes me tighter, his head never lifting, his eyes never opening. "She's mine. Don't take her away."
He rubs his head against my chest again, trying to get comfortable. I run my fingers through his hair. It's rare that I get a chance to do it when he isn't wearing a cap. It's gotten shaggier, and darker, since we'd started dating. He's changed a lot since then.
Heather laughs quietly. "I was going to say why don't you take Lucy up to your room and sleep there?"
"Oh." He lifts his head to look at me. I'm already watching him, smiling, wondering how I got so damn lucky. His eyes drift shut again. "Will you carry me, babe?"
"Ooh," Mark whispers. "He's doing that fake drunk-from-fatigue thing he used to do when he was a kid so I'd carry him in from the car."
Cam groans in response, and then dramatically pulls away. First one leg, then one arm, then somehow he spins completely around and onto all fours on the floor. We all watch in amazement as he makes something like standing look like the hardest physical thing in the world. Once he's on all fours, he drops to the floor and curls into a ball. I have to nudge him with my foot to get him to wake up again. "Fine," he sighs, but he doesn't move.
"Fine, I'll be in your bed waiting for you."
"She has boobies," Mark chides.
Cam grunts, before standing up and taking my hand to lead me to his room.
He closes and locks the door, then leans against it. "I was told there'd be boobies," he says, his voice hoarse from sleep.
I laugh as I get into his bed. "Come back and hold me like you did, that was nice."
"So no boobies?"
I shake my head.
"Why does everyone lie to me?" He shrugs out of his jeans and peels off his shirt from the back, like guys do. I watch him the entire time.
"I know you want me," he says, smiling as he joins me in bed.
Five minutes later, he's quietly snoring next to me.
-CAMERON-
"It was amazing," I hear her whispering. "It's like nothing I've ever felt before. Even when I've dreamed about it, it never felt like that." I throw my hand out searching for her, but she's not there.
"I can't do that!" she whispers loudly.
I sit up and try to get my bearings.
"What am I supposed to say?" she giggles.
I look around my room like a dumbass trying to find her. The thing is—I'm one of those assholes that need to sleep when I'm tired. And there's a reason for it; it's because I turn into a dumbass if I don't. Proof: I'm looking under my bed for her.
"Oh my God, Claudia. I can't do that," she laughs.
The bathroom door's open and I can see her reflection in the mirror, leaning back on the counter with the phone to her ear.
I fling my body back and try to get comfortable again.
"So I just say, 'Hey Cameron, thanks for letting me have the best mind-blowing orgasm and letting me come on and around your fingers. Wanna do it again?'"
"I'm up!" I shout. Fuck, I'm up.
She laughs loudly. "I'll call you back, Claud."
She struts out of the bathroom, gets on the bed and settles her legs on either side of me, straddling me. "You heard what I said?"
"Yup."
"So?"
I try to hide my smile, grip her ass and pull her into me. "So?"
Her cheeks redden.
I raise an eyebrow. "Are you going to ask me?"
"No!" She drops her head on my shoulder, too embarrassed to face me. I lace my fingers in her hair and curl them; pulling lightly so her head tilts back and I can see her face.
She licks her lips, her eyes burning with lust. Then she thrusts forward, pressing her heat onto my dick and pushing her tits closer to my mouth. Her eyes seem to narrow and widen at the same time. A resolve washes over her features. She leans forward, kissing me once, softly. My fingers tighten; one in her hair, and the other on her ass. She pulls back, her eyes never leaving mine. "Please fuck me soon, Cam."
And at her words, I lose control. I throw her off me with so much force she rolls over twice on the bed before landing on the floor with a thud. "Cam!" she screams, but I'm too busy slamming the bathroom door, getting in the shower, and turning the cold water on. I get in, boxer shorts and all, and start to... well... you know.
She bangs on the door. "Cam!"
"Fuck, yeah. Say my name," I whisper. My eyes are shut as I imagine her under me. Me between her legs and inside her.
"Cam!"
"One more time, babe," I say a little louder. Fuck. I'm a creep.
"Cam!"
I laugh. And come. At the same time.
***
I speak to Mom, ask her if I can spend the night with Lucy in her cabin. Apparently Tom had already spoken to her. In fact, he asked for her approval before he went ahead and built it. She made a dramatic show of losing her son forever. Lucy felt bad and said that I should stay home. That was a week ago. We've spent every night in here since. Actually, we've spent every spare second together since.
