Chasing Love's Wings (27 page)

“I wasn’t sure if you were awake.”

“Bacon woke me up.” I laugh and grab for a piece.
 

“I can make more.”
 

I smile at him. “Let me eat this first, then let’s see.” I haven’t eaten many big
meals the last few weeks and yesterday wiped me out. I’ve been eating — absolutely
— but a lot of smaller meals.
 

He just sits there watching me eat. “What about you?” I ask him.
 

“I’m good. I nibbled a little while I was making it. You’re missing a couple pieces
of bacon.” He gives me a cheesy grin and I laugh.
 

Before I know it, I’ve eaten everything on my plate and drunk both the orange juice
and the glass of water he brought up. “Do you want more?” he asks, hopeful.

I shake my head. “Not right now. I’m full.”
 

“Okay,” he says, then he stands and takes the tray.
 

“I wouldn’t mind some more orange juice, though.”
 

“Okay, I’ll run this downstairs and be back in a few minutes.” He leans over and kisses
me on the forehead and then heads down to the kitchen. I want to go with him, but
based on the breakfast in bed and his willingness to wait on me, I’m guessing he isn’t
going to let me out of bed and, surprisingly, I’m okay with that. I look at the clock
for the first time and it’s nearly eleven in the morning. Well, I slept forever.
 

Surprisingly, I didn’t hear Tristan come back upstairs; I doze off and wake up again
just after twelve, and I see him sitting in my favorite chair. His back is to me,
but he looks like he is reading over something. I pad quietly behind him and wrap
my arms around his shoulders. “Jeez, babe,” he says as he jumps. “You scared me.”
He turns to look at me.
 

“I’m sorry.” I laugh a little and he smiles at me.
 

“How are you feeling?”
 

I do a quick assessment. Breakfast doesn’t seem to want to make an appearance again,
and I actually feel a little rested, but I could easily go back to sleep. “Pretty
good I think. Whatcha reading?” I ask him.
 

“A script.”

“Oh, any good?” I watch as he scrunches up his nose. I walk around and climb onto
his lap. “Well, I guess we should work on that, shouldn’t we?” He points to the coffee
table. Sitting on top of it is a huge stack of scripts. “Or not,” I say, leaning forward
to grab the next one off of the pile. I look at the title and toss it onto the couch.
He laughs.
 

“No good?”
 

I laugh. “I nearly fell asleep reading the title.”
 

He laughs. “Well okay then.”
 

We sit there for a couple of hours, going through the stack of scripts. The ones I
like, he starts to read through a little bit. He settles on two of them. One he really
likes and spends a good amount of time reading. “Good?” I ask.
 

“Really good. But I can’t do it.”
 

I scowl at him. “What? Why not?”
 

He hands me the script and I look at the filming dates.
 

May 15
th
, 2013 to June 23
rd
, 2013.
 

“What’s wrong with that?” I ask, though I know his answer and he knows I know it,
too.
 

“I won’t miss it, Cams. Not for a movie, not for anything.”
 

I climb off of the couch, stand on my knees between his legs and look up at him. “Did
you see where it’s filming?”
 

“No, once I looked at the dates, I stopped.”
 

I reach for the script off of the couch where I left it and I show it to him. “I think
you should sign this contract, Tristan. If you love the script as much as I can tell
you do, nothing should stand in your way. Not me or the baby. Besides, I’ll be there
with you.” He looks down at the script and sees the filming location.

“But the house won’t be done.”

I shrug. “So what? We can rent a house, like we did in Montana, and it will be fine.
I’m certain that if I go into labor, we will be able to reach you and you will be
there for it.”
 

He takes my head in his hands and kisses me. “This is why I love you so much. What
about doctors? We live here, it makes sense to have a doctor here.”
 

I shake my head. “We can travel to California for appointments. Tristan, we can work
this out. Please don’t throw away a good script because you think it can’t be done,
because it can — without doubt — be done. We will make it work, no matter what. And...”
I pause. “While I was struggling with myself about this—” I place my hand on my stomach.
“—I decided that I need to make some choices — beyond me, beyond us, and beyond this
little one. I think it’s time I start running the company.”
 

“Cami, you have more money than anyone I know. Your working is not a requirement to
having a child.”
 

“No, Tristan, it’s not. But despite my father’s awful flaws, he did one thing right.
He built a business, and that business was handed to me. I’d like to hand it down
to someone one day. But I also made a promise to myself that I would not be my father.
That I would be there for my children, no matter what the cost.” I take a deep breath.
It feels good to finally say it out loud.
 

“I didn’t know it was possible, but I think I just fell in love with you a little
more.”
 

I climb back up onto his lap and kiss him. “Show me,” I breathe.
 

He stiffens and I can sense the hesitation. “Is it okay?” he breathes.
 

“Tristan, I’m pregnant, not made of glass.” I smile at him, and the next thing I know,
he’s standing with me and we’re walking toward the bed.
 

“I’ve missed you so much.”
 

“Prove it,” I say as he lays me out on the bed.
 

He smiles wider. “With pleasure.”

FORTY

******

Tristan

******

I crawl on the bed between Cami’s legs; I know she’s not wearing anything under my
Ravens t-shirt, and just knowing that has me hard as a rock. I kiss her on the inside
of her knee, then slowly, lovingly kiss up her thigh; at the same time, my hands begin
slowly sliding up the shirt, up past her sex and her hips. My eyes follow the line
of her body, and when she is lying flat, there is a definite swell to her stomach,
and I love it almost as much as I love her.
 

I keep up with my kisses, but I skirt the area I know she wants touched and go to
her right hip. I kiss it, then lick and kiss my way across her stomach, and she squirms
beneath me; then she moans as I reach the center and then kiss and lick my way to
the other hip and down. Her skin is soft and smooth as I kiss down her thigh, turning
in toward her clit, but I pull back and go down her other leg.
 

“You’re killing me,” she groans, and I smile, nibbling a little as I climb my way
back up her body, sliding the t-shirt higher and kissing up her belly to her ribs,
just below the swell of her breasts. She tries to sit up, so I let her, slightly confused,
but then she sheds my t-shirt, tossing it aside and lying back down. I continue my
kisses across her breasts, sucking a little harder but avoiding her nipples, which
are hard, tight buds against her barbells. Her breathing has increased and she’s anxious,
but I stay slow and steady as I kiss my way to her shoulder, then her neck and her
jaw, until finally my lips meet hers and she moans into my mouth, wrapping her arms
around me, holding me to her. I pull back and begin kissing down the other side, drawing
out the anticipation. Hers and mine.

When I come to her hip, I can hear her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps, similar
to when she’s about to come, and I know I’ve worked her into a frenzy. Just like I
wanted her to be. My face comes right between her legs, and I use my tongue to flick
her clit and she trembles. I do it again, and she trembles again. Finally, I suck
her clit into my mouth and she stiffens, calling out my name as she unravels to my
touch, but I don’t stop, drawing out her orgasm. Her hands fist into my hair and she
holds me there, grinding her sex against my tongue, and I lick and suck until she
comes undone again.
 

While I’ve worked the woman I love to two orgasms that leave her eyelids heavy and
unwilling to open, I’ve damn near exploded myself, but I take a deep breath, hoping
like hell that I can calm down. I haven’t been inside Cami for a long time and I want
to savor this. I want to enjoy her, but I can’t take not being inside her anymore.
 

I crawl up her body and her mouth is on mine. She’s kissing away all of her own essence,
and I’m not even inside her and I want to come. I gently line up my cock with her
entrance and slowly slide inside of her. “Ah,” I groan. “You’re so tight,” I say between
kisses, but her hips come up, hungry for more, and I can feel her muscles contracting,
sucking me inside her, and it’s the most amazing feeling in the world. “I want to
come,” I breathe.
 

She stops kissing me and goes to my ear. “Come for me, Tristan.” Then she sucks my
earlobe into her mouth and I pull back and slide inside of her and explode, calling
out her name. She doesn’t come and I don’t remove myself from her, which means I’m
still hard as a rock. I immediately begin to move, slowly, in and out of her. Her
hips come up to meet mine. It doesn’t take long before I feel her muscles tightening
around me.
 

“Wait for me,” I whisper, and she moans. I speed up, and she moans again.
 

“Tristan, I can’t.... It feels too good,” she groans, and I’m almost there.
 

Her muscles clench and unclench along my cock and that’s it; I’m there. Ready to let
loose. “Come, baby,” I say, and she comes undone, stiffening and trembling beneath
me as she calls my name.

She falls asleep right after that, which is perfectly fine with me. I curl up with
her and doze in and out. She sleeps a few good hours and I’m starting to get restless,
thinking about dinner. She needs to eat, and she needs to get her strength back; I
need my girl back. We haven’t talked about what happened in the tub last night, and
it bothers me a little, but I think I have the perfect idea about how to do it and
do it right.
 

When I get down to the kitchen to start making dinner, I call Beau.
 

“How is she?” she asks me.
 

“She’s good, been sleeping off and on, but she slept at least twelve hours at once.”
 

“Good, she needs it.”
 

“Hey, I called because I need your help.”
 

“Sure, Tristan, what’s up?”
 

“She said yes.”
 

“Yes to wh— You proposed?” I can hear the shock, but she squeals into the phone, emphasizing
her reaction.
 

“Yes, but I know what she wants and I need your help to make it happen.”
 

After we hang up, I finish making a plate of Thanksgiving leftovers and put it on
the tray. Just as I’m about to walk out and go upstairs, I catch her out of the corner
of my eye. “How long have you been there?” I ask.
 

“Only a minute or so.” Phew.
 

“I was just bringing dinner up to you.”
 

She shakes her head. “I don’t want to eat alone,” she says as she comes closer to
me. “I want to eat with you.”
 

“Okay,” I say and set the tray down. “Go sit.” I nod toward the breakfast bar and
watch as she climbs up onto the stool. She is back in my Ravens shirt, but now she
has on a pair of shorts that barely peek out from underneath the t-shirt. I put her
plate in front of her and set about making my own plate. “What would you like to drink?”
 

“Tea?” She says it like it’s a question rather than an answer, and I look at her.
I smile.
 

“Hot or cold?”
 

She smiles. “Hot, please?”
 

After we’re done eating she starts looking a little tired again. “Want to go back
to bed?”
 

She shakes her head. “No, I’d like to watch some TV or a movie. Down here.”
 

“Okay. Everyone is planning on coming over for the game on Sunday. Is that okay?”
 

“What day is it now?” She looks positively puzzled, and I look at her.
 

“Are you okay?”
 

“Yeah, I’ve just been sleeping so much.” She laughs a little.
 

“It’s Friday.”
 

She smiles at me. “That’s what I thought, but you know. The last twenty-four hours
are a complete blur to me. Well, most of it.” I watch as a blush spreads across her
skin. I finish putting the dishes in the dishwasher and I stalk toward her, and she
laughs at the expression on my face. “Not that part,” she says and smiles wider. I
wrap my arms around her and hold her to me for a moment, and she just kind of sinks
into me.
 

“Let’s go watch TV,” I tell her, and we go to the living room. As we’re getting settled
I ask her about yesterday. “Is that the way you normally spend Thanksgiving?”

“What do you mean?” She looks at me, curiosity in her eyes.
 

“I mean with Mick and Beau. The girls.”

“Usually. Why?”
 

“I think it’s a new tradition we need to start, having all of our friends together,
if for nothing else than Thanksgiving every year.”
 

Her eyes light up. “I think that would be a great idea.” She leans over and kisses
my cheek.