Free Smolder (St. Martin Family Saga) by Gina Watson

about organization and lists and schedule systems. That had always been hard for her since she wasn’t a planner, but Andrew had forced her to plan things out. And Andrew had taken to Camp like a child with a new puppy. She was amazed whenever she watched them together, especially each time Andrew did something he’d never done. Like the day he hugged Camp.
    Her heart had overflowed with joy when Andrew wrapped his arms around Camp. Camp had smiled and hugged him back, and then the two of them had continued with their task—washing Camp’s truck—with nothing else said. Jenny had fought off happy tears for hours.
    She knew she loved Camp, and she’d tried to tell him several times. He didn’t seem to have any problem getting the words out and was always telling her how much she meant to him.
    “Camp?”
    He slowly came to at her words. He grabbed at his morning hard-on and let out a long satisfied groan. “Come ride me.”
    Jenny complied and climbed across his lap.
    “Turn around,” Camp commanded.
    He loved watching her take him in that position. As she turned, her sex rubbed his cock and once she was in place, she leaned forward on her hands, exposing herself to Camp. He held his cock in his hands until her warmth fully swallowed his erection. She took him so slowly it was painful.
    It must have been painful, the good kind of painful, for Camp too. He groaned as she took the final inch of him.
    Jenny knew how he liked it. Once his penis opened her channel enough, she leaned forward and arched her ass up by placing her chest closer to his legs. Camp was visual, and every time she arched up, he moaned. She liked to look back at him as he watched, his focus intense, where their bodies connected.
    “Ride my cock with your tight little cunt.”
    She started rocking down and back. He groaned out expletives.
    “God, I can see you, feel you, gripping me like a fist.”
    She arched herself into a wave motion and repeatedly slid up and down. He would let her lead for a while, but he always ended up taking over. This morning was no exception. Jenny loved his dominance and when he grasped her hips and held her in place while he pistoned hard and fast into her, she became lost in his consumption.
    When he released her hips, she resumed her wave motion. She knew what was about to happen when he ran his middle finger through their moisture. He massaged the ring of muscle at her ass and inserted his finger slowly, all the way. While she rode him, he turned the finger inside her and pulled it out to the first knuckle and then thrust it back in harder.
    “Are you going to come?”
    “Yes.”
    “Touch yourself, let me hear you.”
    As she came she told him, “I love you more than you could ever know.”
    He turned them until he was on top. He kissed her forehead, each of her eyes, her nose, and to the side of each of her lips. He smiled down at her as he whispered, “I’ve waited a lifetime to hear you say that. Tell me again.”
    “I love you.”
    He held her face, his eyes never leaving hers, as he loved her tenderly.
    And he held her when she sobbed out her release.
    Then she held him while he drew word pictures of how wonderful their life was going to be.
    After she declared her love, the days ran together. Life on the estate was great. Too great, Jenny thought. Since when had her life ever run like clockwork? She knew the answer—since she had submitted to Camp.
    With an autistic brother, Jenny had always been on alert. So she expected something to happen. Something always did. Things could go from calm to chaotic in a matter of seconds. But she was learning to rely on Camp. He’d promised to share some of the burden, and she’d promised to let him.
    But with Andrew, there was no way to know what would trigger the chaos. However, on one particular day she knew to be on high alert. It was the anniversary of their parents’ deaths and every year, Andrew had been aware of the date. Around seven in the morning, Jenny