C5 I'm happy with you

Ellen gets up and goes back to cooking, and I start to eat my breakfast. It’s delicious, and I’m hungry after last night. I devour every bite of my food, then take my dishes to the sink.

“Thanks for making that,” I tell her. “It was delicious.”

“Anytime,” Ellen replies, smiling. “Let me know if you need anything.”

I head back upstairs, going back into the bedroom. Cameron is still asleep, so I pull out some clothes and start to get ready for the day.

I pull on jeans and a t- shirt, then go into the bathroom to do my hair and makeup. When I’m ready, I go back into the room.

Cameron is sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes.

“Good morning,” he murmurs.

“Good morning,” I reply, blushing. “Sleep well?”

“I did,” he says. “How about you?”

“I did, too,” I told him. “Um... I went downstairs and met Ellen.”

Cameron nods, frowning slightly. “Ah... yeah. Did she make you breakfast?”

“Yes,” I say. “She made me bacon and eggs.”

“Good,” he says.

We both stand there awkwardly for a minute, until he breaks the silence.

“Did you like it?”

“Like what?” I ask.

“My body,” he replies bluntly. “Last night. Did you like how it felt?”

I flush hotly, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“I...” I pause , not sure what to say. “Um, yes. Of course.”

“Of course?” he repeats, frowning.

“I mean...” I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. “Yes, Cameron, I liked it. It was nice.”

“Just nice?” he presses.

“More than nice,” I admit. “It felt good.”

“I’m glad.” He rubs his eyes again. “You’re going to have to get used to it, you know.”

“Get used to what?”

“Sex,” he explains bluntly. “Sex with me.”

I feel my cheeks burning even hotter now.

“I know,” I whisper.

“Good,” Cameron says. “Now... let’s get ready to go out .”

“Out?” I repeat.

“Yes, out,” he confirms. “We’re going out for the day.”

“Oh,” I murmured. I didn’t realize we were going out today. I thought I’d just get to relax and explore the house.

“Let’s go,” Cameron says, getting up. He’s naked and hard again, his body making me ache with desire.

I follow him downstairs, my body throbbing with need. I wonder if he’s going to take me again before we go.

He leads me into the bathroom and starts the shower, then turns back to look at me. He pulls my shirt over my head, then unhooks my bra and slides it off.

He reaches for the button on my jeans, undoing them and sliding them down. I kick them off, standing naked and blushing in front of him.

Cameron grins, stroking my cheek. “You look beautiful naked, Rebecca.”

“Thank you,” I whisper shyly.

He pulls me into the shower with him, then starts to lather his body with soap. I watch in awe as he cleans himself, loving the sight of him naked and wet. He’s perfect, all hard muscles and thick black hair.

“Wash yourself,” he tells me. “Quickly.”

I take the soap from his hands and start to wash my body. My pink crests are hard and aching with arousal, and I feel wetness between my legs.

I wash myself quickly, then rinse off. Cameron shuts off the water and steps out, grabbing a towel. He dries himself quickly, then steps back into the shower and dries me off.

He wraps the towel around me and takes my hand, leading me back into the bedroom. Then he goes to my closet and pulls out jeans and a bra, handing them to me.

“Here,” he says. “Put these on.”

I take them from him, slipping on my bra and jeans. He hands me a shirt and I put it on, then pull on my shoes. When I’m ready he leads me downstairs to the car.

He opens the door for me and I climb in, buckling my seatbelt. He gets in on the other side and starts the car, pulling out of the driveway.

I look up at him. “Where are we going?”

“I have a surprise for you,” he replies, smiling.

“Okay.” I blush hotly at the sight of his smile. It’s rare that he smiles, and it makes my heart melt.

He looks happy and content when he does, and I want to kiss him.

He looks over at me. “Are you happy?”

I look away, trying not to blush. “Yes,” I murmured. “Of course.”

He reaches out and touches my face, turning me to look at him again. “Then smile,” he tells me. “Show me.”

I give him a small smile, blushing hotly. He grins back at me, squeezing my hand.

“Good girl,” he says. “You’re doing great.”

I stare at him, feeling my heart fill with emotion. It’s the first time he’s called me his girl. He’s never called me anything affectionate before, not even last night.

It feels amazing to hear him say it.

“Thank you,” I replied, smiling again.

Cameron squeezes my hand again. “Relax,” he tells me. “We won’t be gone long.”

“Okay,” I murmur, settling back in my seat.

I stare out the window at the trees, feeling happy and content. It’s not so bad being Mrs. Braxton, not at all.

We get to the restaurant and Cameron parks the car, then comes around and opens my door. I climb out and he takes my hand again, leading me inside.

I stare around at the fancy restaurant, feeling a little out of my element. It’s expensive and fancy, definitely not something I’m used to.

I’m more of a diner type of girl, and this is way out of my league.

Cameron leads me to a table and we sit down, the waiter immediately coming over. He pours us each a glass of water and hands us menus, then leaves us alone.