Chapter 191 Chapter 191
Calvin's POV
The room was dim, bathed in soft moonlight filtering through the curtains. It had been a long day, but we’d finally settled in. The Blue Bell Pack’s guest room had everything we needed—comfort, warmth, and most importantly, privacy. Even the twins were spending the night with Rmonica, who’d practically wrestled them away from us with that soft, maternal authority of hers. Kamrynn had insisted she didn’t want to impose, but Rmonica had waved her off with a laugh and a promise to bring them back in the morning.
It was strange, not hearing the quiet rustling of blankets or tiny, sleepy sounds from the crib. The silence left space for my thoughts—and for her.
I had just stepped out of the shower a few minutes ago, my damp hair brushing against the pillow as I lay sprawled on the bed in a pair of sweatpants, letting my body relax. My head tilted slightly as I heard soft footsteps padding into the room. Kamrynn.
She had just showered too, and she walked in wearing a white bathrobe, her damp hair hanging loose around her shoulders, droplets of water sliding down her neck. I swallowed, watching her with a quiet kind of awe. She didn’t notice at first. Her hands moved efficiently, grabbing a towel and gently patting her hair dry before reaching for a bottle of lotion on the nightstand.
The simple, everyday movements shouldn’t have been anything special, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The curve of her legs beneath the robe, the delicate grace in the way she moved—it was enough to make my heart start racing like I’d just run ten miles.
She must’ve felt my gaze because she turned, raising a brow as her lips curved into a soft, knowing smile. “What?” she asked, her voice teasing.
“Nothing,” I responded, my voice lower than I intended.
She set down the lotion bottle and walked toward me, the loose folds of her bathrobe swishing around her legs. My breath hitched when she climbed onto the bed—and then onto my lap, settling comfortably astride me.
Her warmth seeped through the thin fabric of my sweatpants, and it didn’t take long for my body to react. I could feel the heat rising to my face, especially when she shifted slightly, her robe parting just a little at the thighs, letting me feel even more of her.
She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. I kissed her back, my hands instinctively resting on her hips, holding her close.
When she pulled back, her eyes were serious, though there was a hint of nervousness in them. “Do you… want to try again?”
I froze for a second, understanding what she meant immediately. The last time we’d tried, things hadn’t gone well. Kamrynn had panicked—her PTSD flaring up at the worst possible moment—and I’d hated seeing her like that. Vulnerable. Scared. Because of me…
“Are you sure?” I asked softly, brushing a strand of damp hair away from her face. “I don’t want you to feel pressured or—”
“Calvin,” she cut me off gently, her lips twitching in amusement. “You’re acting like you don’t want this. But…” Her eyes flicked downward, and she raised a brow, looking distinctly amused. “You’re already hard. I can feel it poking my butt.”
I flushed, running a hand over my face as if that would somehow hide the obvious. “I can’t help it,” I muttered. “I’m crazy attracted to you and you’re sitting on me like this, wearing that—” I stopped short, shaking my head. “Anyway, that’s not the point. The point is I care more about you feeling safe than anything else.”
Her smile softened, and she leaned in to press a kiss to my cheek. “I know. That’s why I love you. And… I’ve been thinking about what happened before. Why I panicked.”
I nodded, giving her the space to speak without interruption.
“I think… it’s the feeling of being pinned down,” she admitted slowly, her voice quieter now, as though saying it aloud made it harder to bear. “That helpless feeling—it reminds me of things I don’t want to think about. It makes my instincts go haywire. But I want to be with you, Calvin. I want to be close to you. I want to… do this.”
I didn’t say anything yet, sensing that there was more.
She took a deep breath. “I think it’ll be different if… if I’m on top. That way, I won’t feel trapped.”
The way she said it—hesitant, as though she wasn’t sure how I’d react—hit me harder than I expected. Did she really think I’d be put off by that? Because if she did, she couldn’t have been more wrong.
I blinked at her for a second, then grinned, unable to stop the words from tumbling out. “Are you telling me to let you ride me like a pony?”
Kamrynn’s eyes widened, and her cheeks turned bright red. “Calvin!” she hissed, swatting at my chest, but there was a spark of laughter in her voice too.
“What?” I teased, laughing softly. “I’m serious. If that’s what you want, I’m all in. Hell, I’ll be the happiest pony you’ve ever seen.”
She laughed then, a real laugh, and it was the best sound in the world.
But I sobered quickly, resting my hands on her waist as I looked her in the eye. “Seriously, though. If you start to feel uncomfortable at any point—or if you’re in any pain—you tell me, and we stop. No questions asked.”
She nodded. “I promise.”
“Okay,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended. “Then… yeah. Let’s try.”
She didn’t say anything—she didn’t have to. She leaned in, kissing me fiercely, and I felt my control slip another notch as her hands slid into my hair, tugging gently. My breath hitched, and I tightened my grip on her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us.
I could feel her bare skin against mine, soft and warm, and my head spun as the scent of her lavender and vanilla lotion filled my senses.
She broke the kiss and leaned down, her lips brushing the sensitive spot at the base of my neck. She kissed me there, then bit down softly, sending a jolt of heat straight through me. My hand slid down to her thigh, gripping it instinctively, and I groaned as ripples of pleasure began building in my chest.
She pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, her blue eyes dark and heavy with need. Without breaking eye contact, she reached for the knot of her robe and pulled it loose in one swift motion, letting it fall to the bed beneath her.
My breath caught in my throat. She was bare now, her skin flushed and glowing in the soft light, and all I wanted to do was bury my face against her chest and lose myself in her.
Her hands moved to the waistband of my sweatpants, her fingers brushing against my stomach, and my body tightened in response. But just as she started tugging them down, I caught her hands in mine.
“Kamrynn…” I said, my voice hoarse.
She raised a brow. “Is that a no?”
“No,” I said quickly, my grip on her hands loosening. “I want this. I want you. I just… I want to make sure you’re ready.”
She smiled softly, her eyes glinting with amusement—and something darker. “I told you, Calvin, I’ve got this. You don’t have to do anything except lie back and enjoy it.”
Before I could respond, she shrugged my hands off and tugged my sweatpants down, helping me slip out of them. Her fingers skimmed along my thighs as she did, and by the time she had me fully undressed, I was already painfully hard, my cock straining and red at the tip.
She noticed, of course. Her eyes lingered on me for a moment before she reached out and wrapped her hand around my length, her touch warm and firm.
I let out a low groan as she stroked me, her grip just tight enough to make my breath quicken. She dragged her hand slowly up and down my shaft, rubbing her thumb around the tip and teasing my slit, and it was all too much. My hips bucked involuntarily, and I felt heat rise to my cheeks as a drop of precum dripped from the head.
“Look at you,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing. “Leaking already. You must be pretty pent up.”
“Kamrynn…” I groaned, barely able to think straight as she kept stroking me.
She smiled, a wicked glint in her eye, and gave me one more slow, deliberate stroke before pulling her hand away. I made a sound of protest, but she just leaned back, lifting herself slightly off my lap, and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.
Without breaking eye contact, she slid them down her legs, baring herself completely to me.