Kam’s control snapped.

His mouth crashed into mine, six years of hunger unleashed in a single kiss. I moaned against his lips, opening immediately, letting him plunder my mouth with his tongue.

My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer, needing to feel every hard inch of him.

His hands found my waist, lifting me onto the truck’s hood like I weighed nothing. The display of strength made me even wetter. He stepped between my spread thighs, and the position put us at the perfect height, perfectly aligned.

“F**k,” he groaned against my mouth. “You taste even better than I remembered.”

His lips moved to my neck, and I arched against him, grinding shamelessly against his erection. The friction made us both gasp.

When his mouth brushed against my ear, breath was hot and ragged. “You’re so damn sexy, Ivory. Every inch of you drives me F**king insane.”

The words sent liquid heat straight to my core, but insecurity rose alongside desire.

My hands trembled as they pressed against his chest.

“Wait.” The word came out shaky. “My body isn’t… I’m not the same girl you remember. I carried triplets, Kameron. They cut them out of me. There are stretch marks everywhere, scars that—”

He silenced me with a growl, grabbing my hand and pressing it firmly against the front of his jeans. My breath caught at what I felt—rock hard, straining against the denim, pulsing with need.

“Feel that?” His voice turned rough, primal. “That’s what you do to me. Now. This body. These curves.” His free hand traced my hip possessively. “You think some marks are gonna change how badly I want to bury myself inside you? You’re more beautiful now than you ever were.”

The raw honesty in his voice made me throb with need. My fingers curved around his length through the jeans, feeling him twitch at my touch.

“Whatever you think has changed, my body doesn’t give a damn. I still want you as badly as ever before. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

For one moment, Colt’s face flashed through my mind—his fingers inside me, the way he’d made me come apart against the barn wall just days ago.

Then Kameron crashed his mouth to mine again, and every other thought evaporated.

This kiss was nothing like Colt’s controlled passion. This was wildfire—tongues battling, teeth nipping, both of us trying to devour each other. I moaned into his mouth as his hands gripped my ass, grinding me against his erection.

He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, feeling his hardness press exactly where I needed it.

The truck door opened and he maneuvered us inside, laying me back on the leather seat.

“Need to see you,” he growled, yanking my shirt over my head. “All of you.”

My bra disappeared next, and the cool air made my nipples peak instantly. His eyes went black with hunger as he stared.

“F**king perfect,” he muttered before his mouth descended.

He sucked one nipple hard while his fingers pinched the other, and I arched off the seat with a cry. He alternated between gentle licks and sharp bites that sent electricity straight between my legs.

My jeans were gone before I realized he’d moved, underwear following.

I lay naked in the moonlight streaming through the windows, exposed and vulnerable. But the way he looked at me, like he wanted to devour every inch, made me feel like a goddess.

He pressed reverent kisses to my stomach, his tongue tracing each silver mark where my skin had stretched to accommodate three lives.

“These are F**king beautiful.” His voice was thick with emotion. “Every mark. Every change. Proof of how strong you are. How incredible.” Another kiss, lower. “You created life, Ivory. You’re a miracle.”

Tears pricked my eyes, but then his mouth moved lower still and coherent thought became impossible.

He spread my thighs wide, hooking them over his shoulders. His breath ghosted over my soaked center, making me squirm.

“So wet already,” he murmured appreciatively. “All for me?”

“Kameron, please—”

His tongue swept through my folds without warning, and I had to slam my hand over my mouth to muffle my scream.

He ate me like a man possessed—long, deep licks from entrance to clit. His tongue F**king into me before swirling around my sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Taste so F**king good,” he groaned against me, the vibrations making me writhe. “Could do this for hours.”

Two thick fingers pushed inside me while his lips sealed around my clit, sucking hard. The dual sensation was overwhelming. My free hand tangled in his hair, holding him against me as my hips rolled shamelessly against his face.

“That’s it, ride my F**king tongue,” he encouraged, adding a third finger, stretching me deliciously. “Show me how bad you need it.”

“Kameron, I’m— F**k, I’m gonna—”

“Come for me,” he commanded, sucking harder. “Want to taste it.”

I climbed over him before he could finish, straddling his hips and sinking down on his cock in one smooth motion, taking him to the hilt.

His head fell back against the window. “Holy shit…”

I started to ride him, setting a punishing pace, taking him deep with every roll of my hips. His hands gripped my waist but let me lead. His eyes fixed on where we were joined, watching his cock disappear inside me over and over.

“F**k, look at you,” Kameron groaned. His voice was wrecked. Awed. “Taking what you want. Using me. So F**king hot.”

His praise pushed me higher. I leaned back, changing the angle, and we both gasped.

This position hit everything perfectly, his cock dragging against my g-spot with every movement. My breasts bounced with the rhythm, and Kameron’s hands came up to palm them, pinching my nipples.

“That’s it, ride me harder,” he encouraged, his hips starting to thrust up to meet mine. “Want to feel you come on my cock.”

One of his hands slipped between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling with perfect pressure. The dual stimulation was too much.

“Kameron, I’m—”

“Let go, baby. Want to feel you squeeze me.”

The orgasm hit like a tsunami. I threw my head back, muffling a scream, my walls clamping down on him like a vice. The pleasure seemed endless, rolling through me in waves that left me shaking.

“F**k, F**k, F**k—” Kameron’s control snapped.

His hands gripped my hips bruisingly tight as he thrust up hard, once, twice, then held me down as he came with a roar, pumping me full of his release.

I collapsed on his chest, both of us gasping for air.

Our bodies were slick with sweat, still joined, still pulsing with aftershocks. His heart hammered beneath my cheek. His hands roamed my back gently now, almost reverently.

He pressed kisses to my hair, my forehead, anywhere he could reach.

“I missed you,” he whispered against my skin. “God, Ivory… I missed you so much.”

I kept my eyes closed, afraid of what he might see in them. Because despite everything—despite Colt, despite the complications, despite the secrets—something in my chest was cracking open for him. For both of them.

And whatever this was becoming, there was no going back now.