The Charming Storm Chaser - Page 12

“I’m yours for the taking,” she says, gripping my cock. I groan at the contact. The way I react to just her hand. Fuuuuuck. It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt. Better than being inside any woman I’ve ever fucked before. And if I didn’t already know it with every fiber of my being, there’s no doubt now. We belong together.

Then she places the head of my cock at her entrance and sinks onto me, and I’m lost to the world. She rides me, taking control of her own orgasm while making me the happiest man to ever walk the earth. When she makes that beautiful little sound again, I let my own climax explode, so intense that I feel like my very soul has shattered into a million pieces.

But my sweet Cami is there, kissing me softly, and putting the pieces back in place, one by one.

Epilogue

Cami

Ten Months Later

“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I whisper.

Kane squeezes my hand. “It doesn’t hold a candle to you, my love.”

The truck is parked at a safe distance, ready for a speedy getaway, as a one-mile-wide beast of a tornado rips and rages through a corn field. I tap on the screen of my tablet to steer my drone camera closer to the twister. Once Kane brought me on board as his full-time cameraperson, he decided it wasn’t necessary to get quite so close to the action.

We still get closer than most people, but with my camera skills, and Kane’s money for fancy equipment, it’s really not necessary to put ourselves directly in harm’s way.

Life with Kane is too precious to sacrifice. And viewers don’t mind the changes we’ve implemented. The footage is still amazing and professional, far better than anything captured on an iPhone, and Kane’s podcast and YouTube channel are bigger than ever. And the TV show, Chasing with Kane and Cami, has already been renewed for two more seasons.

After Kane and I started dating, the studio decided to make a change. I was promoted to a co-star.

Me. A star. Who would ever have believed it?

“It’s time to bring the drone in,” Kane says. “We have somewhere else to be.”

I take in the mud on the hem of his tuxedo pants—not exactly his standard storm gear—and wince. “You should have rolled up your pants.”

He eyes me from the top of my head down to the white satin pumps on my feet with a goofy smile on his face. “Your shoes are destroyed, but at least your dress is still perfect.”

I twirl, showing off my fifties-style wedding dress. “It is, isn’t it?”

“Jae is going to be irate that I saw you in it before the wedding.”

“She’s a stickler for rules and tradition,” I agree, “but she’ll get over it when she sees the brunch we’re serving at the reception.”

Kane’s eyebrows knit together. “By now, Lil has probably realized that we’re missing. If I know my sister, she’ll be calling in political favors to send the National Guard to search for us any minute.”

I laugh. “That’s totally something she would do—which is why I left her a note.”

He groans. “They’re all going to be furious with us.”

“They couldn’t expect us to miss this storm,” I argue. “Not when the timing worked out just right.”

“Only if we head to the church within the next fifteen minutes or so,” Kane points out, chuckling.

I grin at him. “It was a stroke of genius to get dressed beforehand.”

“Except for the ruined shoes…” he says, attempting to scrape the mud off his loafers with a rock as I pack up the drone. “I don’t think there’s any fixing these—and I know yours are beyond all hope.”

I throw my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. “Then I guess we’ll just have to get married barefoot, won’t we?”