Maddie

"Are you going to tell me where we're going yet?" I fidget nervously in my seat, my fingers drumming against my knees. He put the blindfold on me as soon we got in the car, and we've been driving for around twenty minutes or so.

"Patience," he replies. Even though I can't see him, I know he's smiling.

This brings me back to when he proposed, and I was blindfolded in the back of an SUV before we made it to the beach. But he took me on a plane to get there, and when the vehicle comes to a stop, I'm not sure what to think. Where the hell are we? With us only driving for twenty minutes, we can't be too far from downtown. Cameron insisted Nina stay with Izzy for the day, but what for?

"You can take it off now."

My body is humming with excitement as I strip the fabric back from my eyes, wincing as I try to adjust to the sun beaming in the car. We're parked in front of a gate. A very large and tall gate with a winding driveway that goes on for what seems like a mile. I furrow my brows, confused. "Am I supposed to know where we are?"

Cam rolls his window down and leans out to put a code into a security box as if he's already memorized it by heart. In seconds, the gates churn open, allowing him to drive through. Cherry blossom trees line the incredibly lengthy driveway, obscuring anything else from view, and petals coat the lush green grass from the transition into Fall.

Finally, when we pass the trees, a house...no, a mansion, towers into the sky like a damn castle. I lean forward to try and see it all from the windshield, but it's impossible. The structure is massive—a mixture of darkly glazed brick and green vines seeming to gleam from the sunshine beaming down. A large bay window sits at the very top of the house, bringing the beautiful Victorian dream together.

Cameron parks the car in a circular driveway that surrounds a spewing three-tiered fountain, and I'm too in awe to speak at the realization there's an actual courtyard in front of the door. But that's not what captures my attention the most. It's what surrounds the house itself. It's...

"A white-picket fence," I whisper shakily. "Cam, is this—"

"Welcome home, baby."

I'm frozen in the passenger seat, unable to move a muscle. I've dreamt of this moment my entire life, and I've always pictured it with the man sitting beside me. There were so many times life tried to rip that dream away from me, but I knew we'd make it here. Deep down, I knew he would be the one I'd spend the rest of my life with. There was never a doubt in my mind we'd get the picket fence, but now that it's here?

My hands are trembling as tears slip down my cheeks. Happy tears. This home is perfect, and I haven't even seen the inside yet.

"Do you like it?" He asks.

"Are you kidding? Cam, it's incredible. I... How did you even find this place?"

He smiles, and the sight of it has my stomach curling with desire. "This was an old, rundown estate that was falling apart, but it had good bones. When you went away for your internship, I bought it, and I sat down with a contractor to have it renovated. I made sure to keep the character. You know, the original hardwood floors and everything. But I added the white-picket fence, and the kitchen is newly renovated, too."

"You bought us a house," I say in disbelief. "An enormous freaking house."

He leans over to squeeze my hand. "For us to build a family in, Mads. I want Izzy to have brothers and sisters to run around and play with. I want this home of ours to have everything they could ever need. A movie theater, a basketball court, a game room... I want it all for them."

My vision is blurry through my tears. "I love you."

"I love you more. Now, come on. I'm assuming you want to see the inside, right?"

Nodding eagerly, I rip my seatbelt off and practically throw open the door, borderline skipping past the hedges to the main entryway. Cameron laughs as he enters a code to enter, which I can only assume was also part of the renovations.

When the door opens, my jaw falls to the floor. The ceiling is so tall. Cathedral, if I had to guess. A large chandelier hangs from above, chestnut staircases encasing it from both sides. The paint is warm and inviting, and the large windows have rays of sunlight shining down on the center of an entry table. There's a vase filled with sunflowers, and a whole new wave of emotion pours over me.

"Your mom's favorite flowers."

He nods and clears his throat. "Thought she should be here for this, too."

Judging by the way the sunlight hits the vase, I'd bet she's watching over us. I can still hear her laugh like it was yesterday. How her smile, just like Cameron's, could light up a room.

"She'd be so proud of you," Spinning to face him, I wrap my arms around his neck, squealing when he lifts me into his arm without a second thought. He keeps his hands underneath my ass and begins climbing the staircase to the right.

"She'd be proud of us," he corrects. "She loved you, Mads, and even though she never said it, I knew she wanted us to end up together someday. She'd rave on and on about how smart you were, how nice you were..."

"And you didn't listen," I chide playfully.

He arches a brow. "Have you checked the ring on your finger recently?"

Kind of hard not to when the thing is blinding half the time.

"I meant at first. You know, when we were younger," I admit. He strides down a lengthy hallway with beautiful artwork hung on the sides before he pauses in front of a white wooden door, placing me back on my feet. "What's in there?" I ask curiously.

He shrugs. "Open it and find out."

With a shaky exhale, I turn the handle and gently push it open, completely flabbergasted when I step into the room. It's a library.

Shelves line both sides of the walls, filled with all of my books. All of them are color coded, organized to the tee with tiny potted plants spaced strategically to create a world of greenery. A plush rug sits in the middle of the space over the original hardwood floors, a mahogany, antique desk directly in front of...the bay window! A reading nook with pillows and a cushion is nestled into it, and my heart does a bunch of flips and flutters at how insanely beautiful it is.

"This was the first room I wanted to finish," Cameron says from behind me, jilting me from my thoughts. "I got your books from storage and looked up some cool ways on how to display them. But I know you've always wanted a library, and it'll be the perfect place to study for your exams, or do your research in when you become a fancy, prestigious doctor."

I have no words. None. All I can do is blink, wondering if I'm in some sort of dream that I'll wake up from at any given minute as I walk over to the bay window and sit down onto the cushion. It overlooks the courtyard and all the cherry blossom trees lining the driveway. I can picture reading here during a thunderstorm, curled up against this window as the rain pours down...

"This is what sold me," Cam says. I turn to stare at him, my heart skipping a beat at how insanely sexy he looks leaning an arm against the doorway. He's almost too tall for it, dipping his head down to ensure he doesn't hit the top. I'm oggling his bicep when he adds, "I came into this room and saw that bay window, and I pictured your face just like it is now. Bought it the very same day."

He walks further into the room until he's towering over me on the bench, reaching down to grasp my chin with his hand. I'm not breathing when he whispers, "Everything I do is for you."

I wrap a hand around his wrist, blinking away tears. "I love it. I haven't even seen the rest of the house and I know it's perfect, Cam."

His eyes darken at the use of the nickname, and he sinks to his knees in front of me, parting my thighs with his hand. "You're the only one who will ever call me that," he says thickly. "It used to drive me fucking insane when we were younger."

His hand slides down my waist, and I blurt out the question before I can stop it. Something I've always wondered. "If we hadn't been paired up in that closet, would you have still made a move?"

He chuckles deeply. "Hell, yes. I was barely hanging on by a thread as it was."

"What changed? I mean, we were around each other since we were kids. You never thought of making a move back then? In middle school?"

Cameron attaches his lips to my neck, sucking gently, and I arch my back from the feeling. "I'll never lie to you," he mutters, "so the answer you're seeking to that question isn't a romantic one."

"I still want to know," I pant.

His nose drifts down my neck, his hot breath caressing my collarbone. "You were Ethan's sister. I wasn't ever going to make a move on you, no matter how much I may have had a crush on you. But when you got into your junior year..." He grabs my breast with one hand, squeezing gently.

"You're a perv." I giggle then gasp when he pushes my v-neck sweater down to release a breast from my bra. "These are really what would have pushed you over the edge?"

"They drove me insane," he groans. "I was a horny teenager, Mads. I wish I had a better answer, but that's the truth. I thought about you all the time."

"When you..." My cheeks heat, unable to finish the sentence.

"Especially then," he admits. "I'd stroke myself while I imagined..." He wraps his lips around my nipple, sucking hard before releasing it. "Doing exactly that."

My whole body feels as if it's on fire. He pulls out my other breast, giving it the same attention, and then he pushes them together, moving his tongue back and forth to devour both.

"And when I finally got the opportunity to taste your pussy in my kitchen? Well, you know how much it pleased me. I doubt you've forgotten."

How could I? I hadn't even touched him and he came in his pants. I was young then, so naive when it came to sex, but the thrill of seeing how much power I held over him...

It makes me want to do it again.

Lifting my ass up, I tug my leggings and my thong off and toss them onto the floor beside us along with my socks and boots. Then, I strip myself of my sweater and my bra, leaving me completely bare before him. The darkening of his eyes and the way he licks his bottom lip fill me with such confidence. I've gained weight since we started dating, accumulating stretch marks from the pregnancy with Izzy, but he's never once stopped gazing at me as if I'm a work of art.

"Did you picture me like this in here?" I ask, spreading my legs wide to him. "Naked and sprawled out for you against this window?"

He smirks a devilish grin. "Oh, Maddie... I've pictured fucking you in every square inch of this house. I plan to take you here, on that desk, on the kitchen counter, the floor..."

I arch an eyebrow in challenge. "Let's make one of those fantasies come to life, then, shall we?"

The sound that comes out of his mouth is primal. His eyes focus between my legs, to the wetness gathered, and without another word, he delves his tongue inside. Heat races up my spine before feeding into each and every nerve, pulsing and throbbing with nothing but desire for the man between my legs. My husband.

Those green eyes of his soften as he stares up at me, his tongue moving in precise, lethal strokes. I wrap my fingers into his curls, holding him still as I begin to move my hips and ride his face. The grunt I get in return sends a rush of satisfaction through me, and I throw my head back against the window, grinding faster.

"Did you think about this in high school?" I pant breathlessly. "Did you imagine me fucking your face just like this? Being suffocated by my pussy?"

He mutters a curse muffled from my thighs, and I know I've got him right where I want him. I'm a different person when I'm turned on. Gone is the shy, innocent girl hardly able to ask him if he pleasured himself to the thought of me. When he stares at me like this, I'm suddenly a woman capable of giving demands. Instructions. Letting him know exactly what i need him to do.

"Stroke your cock," I moan. "Let me watch you."

As if he's been waiting for the command, he pushes his briefs and sweatpants down to sit around his knees, his cock springing free. He's rock hard, a glistening bead of liquid already formed on the tip. I watch as his hand drags up his length, a shudder racking his body as he swirls around his tip and drags it back down. He moans into my pussy, stroking faster, and it brings me back to all those years ago when he was in his football uniform, on his knees for me while my back was arched against the counter...

"I'm going to come," I gasp. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

A man who's had plenty of practice, he doesn't change what he's doing. He knows to keep the same speed, the same pressure, and in seconds, I detonate like a bomb around his tongue, my thighs shaking around the sides of his face. With a few more strokes, Cameron comes with me, christening the hardwood floors of our brand new home.

In the moments following, my eyes are heavy-lidded with lust, and my muscles are relaxed and limp, as they should be. I don't want to move, but the shrill of Cameron's ringtone snaps us out of our haze. He grumbles as he fishes his phone out of his pocket, pausing for only a second before he swipes to answer it. "What's up?" He tries to ask in a normal tone. He's still breathless, dragging the phone away from his mouth to avoid being heard. "Oh, shit, really? Thanks for letting us know, man. Just try to breathe and keep us updated. We'll figure things out, alright?" Another ten seconds and a quick goodbye later, he hangs up the phone, a smile spreading across his face before he says, "Maya's in labor."