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Chapter Sixteen
A week later Camilla was beyond frustrated as she finished folding Avery's clothes as she stood in the mudroom. She wasn't frustrated with Avery or anything like that, the little girl had actually been very good that morning; she was more physically frustrated than emotionally frustrated. She hadn't seen Paul in person since that night at the diner because they'd gotten a big job in Port Angeles plus he still had his patrol shift, so, he didn't have much free time. However, she'd spoken to him on the phone, but her dreams hadn't gotten any better. She was pretty sure she had had more sex in her dreams the last week than she had actually had in real life. Plus, after that first cold shower, the usually trustworthy remedy had stopped working.
Walking into the kitchen from the mudroom, Camilla checked on Avery who was happily playing in her playpen, which Camilla had set up in near the kitchen table. Seeing that she was perfectly fine, Camilla quickly went upstairs with the basket of clean and folded clothes that needed to be put away in Avery's dresser. Humming quietly to herself, she quickly put the clothes away in their respected drawers before tucking the laundry basket in Avery's closet where it belonged.
She made a quick stop in the bathroom to relieve herself and as she was washing her hands she sighed at her reflection. She looked as tired as she felt and on her one day off that week all she wanted to do was sleep, but she had a baby to take care of. That thought reminded her that it was almost twelve-thirty and she needed to get Avery's lunch together and something for herself. Avery had taken to finger foods rather well, which Camilla had only recently added to her daughter's diet.
Sighing once more, she tightened the short ponytail she had pulled her unwashed hair into that morning before she went downstairs and over to Avery who was sitting up now and hitting her plastic teething ring on the blanket Camilla had laid out on the playpen. Camilla smiled as she brushed her bangs from her eyes and walked over to her daughter, who looked up at her and giggled upon seeing her mother.
"Are you hungry, Avery?" she asked as she put her hands on her hips.
"Ya!" Avery shouted before she clapped and Camilla laughed quietly. Avery was saying all sort of sounds now and assigning them to things. She called Seth 'set' and Paul 'dada' but she had yet to get Avery to call her 'mama,' and she was looking forward to the day when she finally did.
"Okay," Camilla said before she lowered her hand to her hips and leaned down to kiss Avery's head. She righted herself, but before she could go further into the kitchen an unexpected voice rang out as she heard the unlocked front door open.
"Hello?" the voice asked and Avery giggled at the sound as Camilla turned around to see not only Seth standing in the foyer, but Paul as well.
"What are you two doing here?" Camilla asked, the surprise she was feeling completely evident on her face as Paul closed the door and Seth took a few tentative steps towards Camilla. "I told you to stay home because I wanted to spend time with Avery today," she said as she looked at Seth before she looked at Paul, "and you are supposed to be on a job in Port Angeles."
"We finished it this morning," Paul said with a shrug and a grin that made Camilla's stomach knot as he looked at her, "and you know you wanted to see me." He walked over to her and took hold of her by grabbing her upper waist before he leaned down and kissed her chastely. However, when Camilla wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his, Paul was quick to respond by deepening their kiss.
"Seriously, guys, innocent eyes over here," Seth said with a chuckle and the pair slowly pulled apart. Camilla blushed as she let her hands slide down Paul's chest before she let her arms fall to her side as she turned to face Seth who was standing beside Avery's playpen with a grin on his face and his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. Paul put his arm around Camilla's waist, his hand resting just above her right hip as she unconsciously leaned into his side.
"So, I know why he's here," she said as she gestured towards Paul with her head as she looked at Seth, "but why are you here?" She was smiling, so, Seth knew she wasn't upset with him and he glanced at Paul.
"Ask him," Seth said and Camilla frowned slightly before she turned her eyes up to Paul who was grinning as he looked down at her. She raised an eyebrow and Paul chuckled.
"You and I are going on a little vacation," he said and Camilla's frown deepened.
"Vacation?" she asked as she pulled away from him and turned so she was looking at him.
"Mhmm," he said, still grinning, which only made Camilla all the more confused.
"You are aware that even though it's Saturday tomorrow, I have to work and I have to work on Sunday as well?" she asked and both he and Seth laughed.
"Actually, I had a little chat with Diane and you're off until Tuesday," Paul said and Camilla was sure her jaw hit the floor. "We got to get going, so, why don't you go upstairs and pack a bag."
"Hold on," Camilla said as she finally gathered herself. "What are you talking about?" Paul smiled as he took hold of her waist and pulled her close, her hands rising to rest on his chest.
"You and I are going out of town for a few days," he said slowly as he continued to hold on to her. "I already got everything worked out with your mom and Seth is going to stay with Avery until she gets home tonight."
"How long have you been planning this?" she asked as she fought a small grin.
"Better part of the last week," he said before he gently pushed her away and urged her towards the stairs. "Now, go and pack a bag. We got a ninety minute drive ahead of us." She smiled at him before she remembered that she needed to feed Avery.
"I have to fix Avery's lunch," she said as she took a step back into the kitchen.
"I got it, Camilla," Seth said with a small smile and Camilla looked at her. "Knowing you, you've already got it prepped and all I got to do is take it out of the containers," he said and Camilla blushed because he was right. Inside the fridge was the two containers that she had fixed that morning with Avery's lunch ready for her to eat. "I'm right aren't I?" Seth asked, his smile turning into a grin that made Camilla shove his shoulder.
"Shut up," she said and he laughed lightly.
"Good come back," he said before he moved over to the fridge to get Avery's lunch and Camilla rolled her eyes before she looked at Paul, who was looking at her expectantly with his arms crossed over his chest.
"I'm going," Camilla said with a smile before she turned around. However, she stopped and turned back around to look at Paul. "Where are we going?" she asked and he shook his head.
"It's a surprise," he said. "Just go pack a bag with clothes for three days."
"What kind of clothes?" she asked, her hands finding her hips.
"You don't need anything fancy, jeans and t-shirts are fine, but if you want to pack a couple of those sundresses of yours feel free," he said with a grin and she smiled at him before she glanced at her daughter, who was too busy playing with her toys to notice much else. Quickly, Camilla turned back around and went upstairs.
Camilla knew that she would be calling home to check on Avery as often as she could, but it was going to be nice to get away for a few days and actually relax and not worry or think much about anything. Plus, it would be the perfect opportunity to make the dreams that had plagued her for the last week a reality.
Paul smiled as he glanced over at Camilla who, despite her excitement and curiosity as to where he was taking her, had fallen asleep thirty minutes into their drive. He returned his eyes to the road ahead, his smile still in place as he adjusted his grip on the steering wheel. He knew she was tired, when he saw her standing in the kitchen she looked like she hadn't slept well in a while, and he knew the feeling. He hadn't slept well at all for a very long time.
After that weekend he was going to know what it was like to wake up with Camilla wrapped up tight in his arms; and he owed it all to that old man, Mr. Williams, who ran the hardware store that Paul and Jared had frequented during the job they were working in Port Angeles. He had overheard Paul complaining, in code of course, about his 'situation' with Camilla and how every moment they had together lately always got interrupted; and how it was getting the best of him.
As he rang up their purchases Mr. Williams had said rather bluntly that he should take his wife for a getaway at a bed and breakfast, and he had suggested The George Washington Inn that was just a few miles east of Port Angeles. Paul had thanked him for the suggestion, not bothering to correct the man by telling him that Camilla wasn't his wife because, when she was ready, someday she would be. So, Paul made a few calls and he booked a suite for the entire weekend as a surprise get away.
Teresa had surprised him when he had gone to the bakery the other day and talked to her about his plans to take Camilla away for the weekend. He had been expecting an awkward conversation to say the least, but Teresa simply said that Camilla deserved a break and it would do her good to get away for a while as she smiled at him and assured him that she wouldn't breathe a word of his plans to her daughter.
The windows were down in the truck, letting in the surprisingly warm mid-August air and he was drawing closer and closer to their destination. It was a really beautiful area, not much different than home, but he knew that Camilla was going to love it. He smiled to himself once more and he heard her take a deep breath before she sighed softly and he heard her shift in her seat. Camilla rubbed her eyes tiredly before she opened her eyes and looked over at Paul.
"Afternoon, sleeping beauty," Paul said lowly and Camilla smiled at him as she laughed lightly and tightened the ponytail she had kept her hair in when she left the house with Paul.
"How long was I asleep?" she asked before she yawned and covered her mouth with her right hand as she did so.
"Almost an hour," he said and she sighed softly.
"Sorry," she said and Paul laughed lightly.
"Don't be," he said as he glanced at her and smiled at her before he returned his eyes to the road. Camilla smiled back at him and crossed her right leg over her left, her eyes remaining on his profile, just looking at him as he drove his truck. "Do I have something on the side of my face?" he asked as he glanced at her again and she laughed lightly as she rested her head on the headrest behind her head.
"No," she said.
"Then what's with the staring?" he asked as he glanced at her once more and Camilla grinned.
"You stare at me all the time," she said softly. "I figure I can return the action every once in a while." She swore she saw his russet cheeks tint pink and her grin morphed back into a smile as she reached over and put her left hand on his right thigh. The sudden move seemed to startle him because he literally jumped in his seat. Camilla laugh loudly as she looked at him and his cheeks to darken as he took his right hand off the wheel and encased her hand in his before their joined hands remained resting on his thigh.
"Not funny," he said as he fought a grin and Camilla was still chuckling.
"I think that's the first time since the Christmas party Sam and Emily's that I actually startled you," she said through her laugh. "At least this time you didn't spill soda all over yourself." Paul laughed then and squeezed his hand before he rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand. He didn't say anything because he knew he didn't have to, and as he started to slow his truck to make his turn, Camilla finally took in her surroundings. "Where are we?" she asked quietly.
"We're going to a bed and breakfast," he said as he reluctantly let go of her hand and returned his right hand to the steering wheel so he could turn into the drive of the inn.
"Really?" she asked and he glanced at her as he made his turn, and he was awarded with easily the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. "Oh my goodness," she said as the inn came into view and Paul had to admit it was pretty impressive. "Paul, this is . . . insane," she said and he glanced at her once more. "How much did this cost you?" she asked, her green eyes wide as she looked at him.
"It's not as bad as you think," he said with a smile, "and don't worry about it. I had some extra money set aside and it's going to good use this weekend." As he pulled into a parking spot and parked his truck, he heard her unclick her seatbelt before suddenly Camilla's arms were around him and she was practically laying his lap as she kissed him, her right hand lacing into his hair. Paul stiffened for a second before he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back with his truck's engine still running. Slowly, Camilla pulled away, and Paul smiled at her. "I'm going to take a guess and say you're happy?" he asked and she smiled that blinding smile at him once more as her hand moved from his hair to his face and he fought the urge to close his eyes at the feel of her cooler skin against his.
"Beyond," she said before she kissed him chastely. "Completely beyond happy," she said in a whisper as she rested her forehead against his.
"Well, I hope you like the room as much as you like the outside," he said softly and Camilla laughed lightly.
"I will," she said as she pulled back and moved back to her seat. "Ready?" she asked and he smiled before he nodded.
"Let's go," he said and she laughed lightly before the two of them climbed from the truck and Paul paused long enough to grab their bags from the truck bed. He slid the longer strap of his bag on his left shoulder and took the short handles of Camilla's bag in his left before he walked around the back of the truck and took Camilla's left hand into his right. She leaned into him as they walked towards the inn, both of them with huge smiles on their faces as they went.
The room was more than perfect, with its dark olive green walls and fine decor that included a beautiful bed, a small two seat sofa that rested at the foot of the bed and faced a fireplace and a flat screen TV that hung above the mantel of the fireplace. Even the private bathroom was amazing with a huge tub, which Camilla was currently soaking in. Paul was in the main room of their suite and probably watching TV.
After they had came back from dinner, Camilla had said she wanted to take a bath and Paul didn't look pleased that she wanted to leave him on his own, but she wanted to get herself ready for what she had planned for the rest of their evening. She sighed contentedly as she opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling before she looked at her hands and saw that she was well on her way to becoming a prune. She sighed as she realized that it was time to get out of the tub because Paul would probably come in if she was in the tub for too much longer. She pulled the drain from the tub and slowly climbed out of the tub that she wished she had at home.
While in the tub, she had shaved and washed her hair, so, she dried off and towel dried her hair before she slathered her cherry blossom scented lotion all over her body. She had brought everything she could have needed while she packed her weekend bag, and while packing she had mentally laid out her plans which would basically ensure that the two of them wouldn't leave the bed all weekend. When she was finished applying her lotion, she smiled to herself as she looked at the clothes she had snuck into the bathroom with her.
They were clothes, yes, but it wasn't something she would leave their room wearing. Her ensemble for the night consisted of a pair of lacy dark red hipster panties with a matching sheer babydoll top with a built in lace cup bra that covered her breasts and a hem that ended at her hip bones. She got dressed and ran the towel over her hair once more before brushing it and letting it fall in damp ringlets over her shoulders. She looked at her reflection and bit her lower lip. In her opinion, she really wasn't all that impressive, but she knew that Paul was going to be left speechless by her choice of sleepwear. After taking another deep breath, Camilla cleaned up the bathroom before she made her way to the door and turned off the light as she opened it.
"I was getting ready to come and check on you. You've been in there for almost an hour," Paul said, his eyes not wavering from the TV and Camilla couldn't help but smile when she saw that he was watching something on ESPN.
"Yes, you look so concerned," she said with a soft laugh as she rested her body against the doorframe. It was then that he looked at her and his eyebrows rose as his eyes moved to her bare feet before they slowly traveled up her body, lingering on certain places, before finally landing on her face.
"Holy shit," he whispered as he looked at her and she smiled at him as she pushed off the doorframe and stepped further into the room, one foot in front of the other. Paul looked at the TV again, but that time only long enough to turn it off before he stood from the small sofa and tossed the remote on the cushion he had been sitting on. "You look . . .," he trailed off as she came to a stop in front of him and she blushed lightly as she looked up at him.
"Is it too much?" she asked and he scoffed as he shook his head.
"No," he said before he reached out and took of her by the upper waist, the heat of his touch easily seeping through the sheer fabric on her body. "You look beautiful," he said and she smiled up at him. He grinned then and lifted her from the floor with ease, making her squeak in surprise as her legs and arms wrapped around him while his hands cupped her bottom. He kissed her neck and Camilla sighed quietly as she closed her eyes as her right hand once again laced into his short hair.
His lips never leaving her skin, he carried her easily to the bed before he laid her down on the bed, his body covering hers as his hands slid up from her butt to her waist while his lips moved from her neck to her mouth. He kissed her deeply while her hands tugged at the back of his shirt, and Paul got the message. He pulled back from her lips and sat back on his knees before he pulled his t-shirt from his body, tossing it on to the floor behind him as Camilla sat up and ran her hands up his muscled stomach and chest. He pulled her close and leaned his head down to kiss her, lifting her up from the bed as he did so, pressing her body tight to his. As they kissed, everywhere Camilla's hands touched Paul's body tingled and he never wanted the feeling to disappear.
He was lost in the feel of her in his arms, which was why Camilla was able to catch him off guard. She surprised him by using enough force as she twisted her body and set him falling to the side and he landed on his back on the bed with Camilla straddling him as she broke the kiss and sat back against him. His hands found her outer thighs and rested there as he looked up at her and he could feel the intense heat coming from the apex of her legs as she sat on his lower abdomen, just above the waist of his jeans. He chuckled as he looked up at her and she smiled at him as her hands made slow small circles against his chest and moved down his body, before her smile slipped slightly as a stray thought crossed her mind.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice huskier than normal as he sat up, forcing her back onto his lap as her hands slid up her smooth as silk thighs to rest on her hips.
"Nothing," she breathed as her green eyes held his brown, their gazes actually even as she sat there straddling his lap. "It's just . . ."
"Just what?" he asked his hands gently squeezing her hips.
"I know I've imagined what this would be like when it finally happened," she said softly, her eyes never wavering from his. "I know you must have done the same thing, and I . . . I don't want to pale in comparison to what you imagined and disappoint you."
"Camilla," he said softly as his right hand left her hip and gently cupped the side of her face as he looked at her. "That night on the boat was easily, until this moment, the best night of my life." She smiled at him then, pink filling her cheeks as he smiled back. "The only thing that could possibly disappoint me tonight is another interruption."
"Well, I don't think we have to worry about that tonight," she said, her nervousness and fear was so easily pushed away by Paul's words and the gentle honest look in his eyes as he spoke.
"No," he said with a gentle shake of his head. "We don't, so, why are we wasting time talking?" He grinned while Camilla laughed lightly before she closed the small distance between their faces and kissed him. He smiled into the kiss as his hand returned to her hips.
Their kiss intensified and Camilla ground her body against his, making him growl against her mouth as his hands gripped her hips tightly before he took hold of the hem of the babydoll before he began pushing it up her sides. Camilla broke their kiss and helped him pull the delicate fabric from her body before he held it in his hands for a second and just took in the sight of her. He sighed as he tossed her top onto the floor with his shirt before he kissed her neck, his hands splaying out against her bare back before his mouth slowly traveled across her collarbone and then slowly down her chest.
Camilla felt like she could barely breathe as she watched Paul kiss his way down her body before his left hand slipped around her and cupped her right breast, his thumb rubbing over her nipple, as he took her left breast into his mouth. Camilla couldn't stop the low moan from leaving her mouth as her back arched into Paul on its own accord. The familiar ache made its presence known yet again and Camilla ground herself against him to relieve it while her left hand laced through his dark hair and she whimpered out his name. However, the unexpected happened and Camilla felt her face flush bright red as she felt milk come out of her breast and into Paul's mouth.
"Oh my gosh," Camilla whispered as Paul pulled his mouth from her breast and brought his right hand to his mouth as his eyes found hers. "I'm sorry," she said, her face bright red. "I didn't know that that would-," she made to continue, but Paul cut off her words by kissing her.
"It's all right, Camilla," he said with a small smile as he pulled back slightly from her. "I was a little thirsty," he said and Camilla laughed lightly, her face still red, before he kissed her again, his hands sliding over her body once more and cupped her backside as he kissed her.
It wasn't much longer before the two of them were completely naked and Camilla had found herself in control. Paul was lying back on the bed once again while Camilla straddled him and Paul was literally putty in her hands as she pulled on him. She smiled as he gripped the sheets at his side and leaned his head back into the pillows, and after he started to groan/growl she let go of him. He actually whimpered at the loss before he lifted his head to look at her and watched as she crawled up his body. The look in her eyes told him what was about to happen next.
She kissed him as she slid her wet center over his throbbing member and his body responded by jerking against her. Camilla moaned against his lips as she rubbed herself against him, letting him slip in slightly before pulling away. She was on a non-estrogen birth control and had been for a little while, but Paul didn't know what. She knew he would probably stop her soon so he could put on a condom, but she wanted to enjoy the feel of him, extremely hot and hard against her, for a moment longer. She pulled her lips from his, her hands on either side of his head as she stared down at him and continued to slide her body against his, while his hands rested on her thighs and his eyes locked with hers. Camilla rolled her hips to just the right angle and his head slipped inside of her, making both of them gasp at the feel.
"Shit, Camilla baby, wait," he said, his hands tight on her hips and stopping her from easing him completely into her. "I love Avery, but I don't think you or I could handle another one of her," he said as he fought against his body, which wanted to thrust up into her completely, protection be damned. Camilla moaned quietly when she felt him jump slightly inside of her, and she leaned forward and pressed her forehead against his.
"I'm on birth control," she breathed before she turned her head and kissed him chastely, making his grip tighten on her hips to the point that she knew in the morning she would have bruises. "We're covered," she whispered against his mouth before she kissed him again. He growled into her mouth before he pulled her hips down to meet his, filling her completely. Camilla tore her mouth from his as she pressed her forehead against his once more.
Paul was breathing heavily as the two of them remained still for a moment, and Paul lifted his head and kissed her as his hands slid over her body. Camilla kissed him back as she slowly started to rock her hips. A minute later, Camilla broke the kiss and sat back, her hands resting on his chest as she raised and lowered her body from his, her hips twisting slightly as she did so. Paul's hands moved over her body, cupping her breasts, ghosting over her waist, and squeezing her but before he settled his hands on her thighs once more as his brown eyes locked with her green.
Camilla increased her pace as she felt her orgasm begin to build and Paul's grip tightened on her as he felt her inner muscles begin to tremble and tighten around him even more. She whimpered his name and he was surprised he didn't come undone as he watched her body move over his and she whimpered his name.
"Fuck," he whispered as her muscles clamped onto him in an iron grip as she slammed her hips down onto his once more before she kissed him hard, whimpering against his mouth as her body shook on top of his. Paul wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back just as heatedly as she kissed him. As they kissed, Paul flipped them over so Camilla was lying back on the bed. Paul broke the kiss and down at her flushed face and shining eyes before he began thrusting his hips into hers, her legs wrapping around him and urging him on as her hands moved to his shoulders.
"Oh God, don't stop," she said as she felt yet another orgasm beginning to build. "Harder," she whispered before he leaned down and kissed her, his hips thrusting into hers again and again and making her moan into the kiss. He moved his lips from hers and along her jaw before settling on her neck as he continued to pump into her.
"Come on, baby," he whispered into her ear. "I want you to cum with me. I want to feel you grip me tight." His right hand slipped in between them and he rubbed the small bundle of nerves above their joined bodies.
"Oh fuck," Camilla said as her hands moved into his short hair and pulled as his whispered words and body sent her over the edge once again. Paul growled as his hand moved to her hip and he held her tight as he slammed into her one last time and his body exploded into her as her inner muscles milked him.
Slowly, the two of them came down from their highs, both breathing heavily and covered in sweat as they remained laying there intertwined. Her hands left his hand and her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he kissed her neck once more before his lips made their way to hers once again. The kiss was slow and tender; and Camilla began to cry. Paul pulled his lips from hers, only to frown when he saw the tears in her eyes and on her face.
"Shit, Camilla, I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked, panicking, and he made to pull from her, but her arms and legs only tightened around him.
"No," she said as she shook her head and his frown deepened as he brought his left hand to her face.
"Why are you crying?" he asked and she smiled a teary eyed smile at him before she turned her head and kissed his wrist softly.
"Because I never knew it could feel like this," she said, "and I love you so much."
"I love you too," he said quietly as he wiped at the tears on her right cheek, "and it will always be like this, Camilla."
"Even when I'm old, wrinkly, and gained about thirty pounds?" she asked, a small smile on her lips, and Paul chuckled.
"Even then," he said, no lie in his eyes, and she laughed softly before she sniffed and let out a gentle sigh as he rested his forehead against hers. At that moment both of them knew that it was definitely going to be a weekend they would always remember.