Page 78 of Made to Be

And that was all it took before I was spilling down Cam’s throat. When he swallowed, the flexing muscles of his throat working my cock, ringing it as he sucked long and hard to pull every last drop from me, I couldn’t hold back the guttural groan that left me.

Had anyone been walking by at that exact moment, there would have been no doubt as to what was going on within.

When he pulled his mouth free, his watery blue eyes flicked up to me as he licked his lips clean. He smiled and any air left in my lungs whooshed out of me in a rush. Because he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and I...

I loved him. It hit me like a bolt of lightning.

IlovedCam.

I really truly did.

***

The next day we were well on our way to the festival which was a few hours away. Cam drove mostof the way. I had been surprised to learn that he actually liked driving, so I embraced being the passenger princess I was always meant to be.

We’d stopped at a diner for lunch and before we knew it, we were passing a sign welcoming us to Cresthill.

The anxiety of returning to this place hovered over me, looming like a storm cloud. I tried not to let it bother me as we parked outside the hotel and grabbed our bags to make our way in.

Once we’d checked in and received our room keys, we easily found our room. Cam and I both dropped our bags and flopped onto the large king-sized bed at the same time.

“Why are hotel beds always so squishy?” I asked as I nestled into the clean-smelling linen.

I had stayed in my fair share of hotel and motel rooms over the years. But this was by far the most comfortable bed I’d ever experienced. Cam chuckled and rolled onto his side to face me.

“What time does the festival start?” he asked, his hand reaching out to cradle the side of my face.

I nuzzled into his palm, greedy for his touch. “The gates open at six, but we probably want to get there a little early to park and get in line.”

He hummed thoughtfully, thumb tracing my lips. He shuffled closer. “That doesn’t give us much time.”

“Time for what?” I asked curiously.

The lascivious grin he gave me was answer enough. His hand trailed down my neck and shoulder to grip my waist. When he tugged me close, our rapidly filling cocks were pressed tightly through our jeans. I rubbed against him seeking the sweet friction, and we both groaned.

“Well,” I chuckled hoarsely. “I think we can make time forthat.”

***

The festival waspacked. Even though we’d shown up over an hour early, we still fought to find parking that wasn’t a mile away.

And even though we waited in line for an obscenely long time, it was worth it. It was seriously some of the most fun I’d had in years. And having Cam at my side to enjoy the revelry with made it that much sweeter.

There had been a few smaller bands that played to open for the headliner, and they had all been amazing. The food was delicious, the virgin drinks creative and colorful, and we’d even managed to buy a couple of t-shirts before they’d sold out. The crowds had been so pumped up by the time the main band made it to the stage that I thought I’d be trampled or smooshed if Cam wasn’t at my side. He’d held my hand nearly the entire time, his body a wall of protective muscle. I didn’t know if it was an anxiety thing or apossessive thing, but even while acting as my personal shield, he still seemed to have had a blast. Especially if his collection of colorful glowsticks donning his attire were any indication.

Cam had at least two dozen glowsticks on him, all circling his neck, his wrists, and even his ankles. I had made a crown of mine, which Cam was currently trying to straighten as it had gone crooked yet again where it sat on my unruly, glitter-dusted curls. We stumbled into the elevator of our hotel drunk on happiness. I was giddy with it, so loose and carefree and happier than I had ever been.

By the time we made it to our room, we had left a trail of confetti and glitter in our wake. Because, of course there were magic glitter bombs. And confetti bombs and bubble wands and so many freaking glowsticks.

It was going to take days to wash the glitter out of our hair and clothes. But I didn’t care.

A vibrant purple streak of it had smeared across Cam’s cheek, so I leaned in and kissed it just to get a taste. I was too distracted to really take in the way Cam’s expression transformed, but my blood still raced all the same. Then, before I could react, my back was being pressed into the door with a thud as Cam’s tall, hard body pinned me in place.

“Cam-” I gasped before my words were swallowed by Cam’s lips.

His tongue sank into my mouth in a hungry, greedy swipe. The glitter had no taste; all I could taste washim. Well, him the sweet virgin sangria we had been drinking all night. And that alone was enough to make me drunk off him.

I fumbled in my pocket for the key card to unlock the door, but Cam’s mouth had found its way to my neck like a damn vampire, thoroughly distracting me.