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

autism when she’d been a kid herself. The nerve of this woman to judge her.
    After he’d had enough, been polite for much longer than the social worker deserved, Camp took control. He stood. “Let me ask you a question, Mrs. Daily. Do you have a child with autism?”
    She responded tersely. “No, I do not.”
    “How about a kid with a special need?”
    Camp could tell she was getting pissed. Good—he didn’t want to be the only one. Her lips tight, she said, “No.”
    “So you shouldn’t sit there in judgment of those that do. It’s hard. Damned hard. Your job is not to make life any harder for those who have to care for those unable to care for themselves. In fact, your job is probably to collect the facts, leaving your personal thoughts to yourself. If you want to accuse us of being irresponsible, then do it in a court of law. If not, then let us get back to my family.”
    Jenny’s head turned in his direction, and her wide eyes were filled with tears when she mouthed his name, but no sound emerged.
    He pulled her up by the hand. “Come on, baby. Let’s get back to focusing on Andrew.”
    In the waiting area, Clay’s family had trickled in until they were all present in support of him and Jenny and Andrew. He was worried about Jenny. Andrew was getting the care he needed—Camp couldn’t do anything else for him. But Jenny… He had to be able to do something for her.
    She didn’t speak, just stared ahead with glassy eyes. A doctor came out to speak with them and she still didn’t acknowledge that she heard anything.
    It was good news; Andrew had moved from severe to minor on the coma scale. He was coming around slowly, and whatever they’d done to release the pressure in his skull had worked. Brain scans showed no residual damage.
    Camp turned to Jenny and lifted her head. “Hey, did you hear that? Andrew’s going to be okay.” She blinked at him and gasped as she collapsed into his arms.
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    That night Camp anticipated all of Jenny’s needs. He fed her grilled cheese and tomato soup. He ran a wet towel over her face and combed her hair. He removed their clothes and pulled her in close to spoon her in bed. Camp tenderly kneaded her breast and skimmed his fingers delicately down to her abdomen. His touch remained gentle. He wanted to love her, wanted her to know that she was okay, that Andrew was going to be fine. His penis slid between the wetness at her thighs. She started to fight him, turning to position herself on top.
    “No, Jenny, let me love you.”
    He traced a loose hair back behind her ear and cupped her face in his palm. His touch remained soft as he trailed the pads of his fingers over her breasts and down her arms. When Jenny tried to grind on him, he said, “Not tonight, baby. Let go and let me show you how much I love you.”
    Tonight he would take care of her, love her unconditionally. Tonight he would give, would begin to fill up the empty places that had been drained from years of giving and giving and giving.
    Jenny gripped and squeezed him hard in her hand, positioning him at her entrance. “But I need it hard and rough.”
    Camp spooned her again while at the same time letting his fingers slide sensually down her thigh, over her hips and down to the front of her sex. He massaged her softly. “You need it like this too.”
    “No, I need to feel the pain.” She bucked her ass hard against his groin.
    He whispered, “No, Jenny, you need to feel loved.”
    He held her close and slid his firmness into her from behind. The hand at the front of her sex massaged her delicately to climax.
    They made love into the night. At some point Camp sat on the edge of the bed and stood Jenny, with her back to him, between his legs. She placed her hands on his thighs and arched her back. He held her throat, tilting her head back to rest on his shoulder. Her chest bowed out. With his fee hand Camp rubbed his shaft through the slick lips of her pussy and pushed in steadily. Jenny was taking it