Cameron

I've made love to Maddie countless of times this week. I lost track after the third round, and it became so ridiculous that we eventually just decided to stay in bed for a day, thinking that if we had sex enough times that we'd get tired of it.

The following day though Maddie decided to wear a string bikini to take a swim and that was all it took. My hands found her body, and I took her right on the dock, entering inside of her once more.

Now I'm basking in the sun on this very same dock as she swims below me completely naked, and selfishly I'm enjoying the view.

"I'm not going to even be able to walk in Europe." She giggles and closes her eyes to look up towards the sun. Her skin is sun kissed and glowing, looking like a pure work of art in the water.

"At least you'll be reminded of me." I chuckle. "It'll probably go away in a couple of days."

"But I leave in two days." She points out. "You do too."

Ah, fuck. Why is it that I keep forgetting that we both have to go back to our normal lives in just a mere forty-eight hours? Soon I'll be back to the pressures of football. The whole world will be watching me, and for three months I'll have to live without my wife and daughter beside me. As much as it'll kill me I know that she's going to have the time of her life, and Izzy will have so much fun. It's for the best.

"Let's not talk about depressing things." I grin, and within seconds I fall down into the water beside her, pulling her back into my arms. "For right now I want to soak up this time together that we have."

"And we can, but you have to give me a second to recover from all of this sex we've been having. The water is literally the only thing that's remotely helping."

"Cover up then, Mrs. Holden." I chuckle against her skin, letting my hands travel all over her naked body. "Because seeing you like this is almost impossible to stay away from."

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Luckily for Maddie I had booked for a private chef to come and do a personal cooking class prior to us leaving for the honeymoon. A part of me thought we'd need something to busy ourselves since we were basically stranded in the middle of nowhere, but little did I know that the chef would act as a personal body guard to keep me away from what I actually wanted to do.

All throughout this class I watched with anticipation as she dipped her finger into honey and sucked it clean, or when she did a little dance every time she did something correctly, swaying her hips side to side. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, but I'm so down bad for her that it's ridiculous.

I'm more horny for her than I've ever been. Even more than when we were in high school locked up in that tiny closet. She's my wife now, and every single time I think about that I get all happy, and suddenly it's like I want to take her immediately no matter where she's at.

Finally, after an incredible stir fry, we watch from the windows as the chef sails back to the mainland, his tiny boat growing minuscule in the distance before I let out a breath and look at her again.

"Have you thought anymore about buying a house?" I ask, tucking a ringlet behind her ear. The last time we talked about this didn't exactly go so well, but I've given her time to think about it. Before I get too riled up again I want to see if she's changed her mind.

She's sitting right across from me at this tiny wooden dining room table, and the light from the kitchen is casting a beautiful glow over her skin. Her ringlets are frizzy from swimming earlier, her eyes still a bright blue. She's happy, but as soon as she hears the sentence escape my lips she sighs and breaks eye contact with me.

"I want to wait until I'm back from the study abroad program." She says firmly. "Why do we have to rush things?"

God, that is so not that answer I wanted to hear.

"But why?" I ask, and I can't help but become frustrated again. We've been doing so well at arguing nicely, but this is something I'm passionate about. I can't help but get pissed. "You seriously want to leave for three months and then come back and live separate?"

"Cameron, if that's what's best for my career then yes, that is exactly what I'll be doing."

"Regardless of that Maddie, how the hell has space ever worked out for us in the past? We've never made it. I just got you back, and I don't want anything to interfere with what we've got right now."

My fears tumble out of my mouth all at once, and once I start I can't seem to stop. "I'm fully supportive of you chasing your dreams Maddie, I'd never stand in your way, but you are my wife now, and that has to mean something! Why can't you have both? Why can't you just make a life in LA? I have no choice but to be there. If it were that simple and I could pick any football team then I would have signed to the Arizona Cardinals as soon as I proposed, but it doesn't work like that. I'm stuck. You aren't."

"I'm not saying that I'm not going to!" She explodes, her chair sliding back so she can rise to her feet. "When did I say no? I'm asking if you can give me some fucking time to go on this study abroad program and figure things out when I get back! Why is that so difficult to understand? You are important as hell to me, Cameron, but so is my career. I can't just up and leave the clinic when I have years of time put in there."

"Wow." I deadpan. "Are you hearing yourself right now, Maddie?"

Crossing her arms over her chest, she raises a brow, and even I have to admit she looks fine as hell right now. "Loud and clear." She states defiantly. "I'm not going to give up on something I've worked so hard for, and I know that frustrates you, but I'm not budging on that. I'm not saying that I won't move to LA to be with you, but it will be on my own timing. Once I've finished out my time with the clinic I'm currently at and can get some references hopefully. I don't think I'm asking for a lot."

She's not, and as I listen to her I realize that maybe it's me that's been the complete jerk. I forget that she's not like the girls in the movies. This isn't going to result in her giving up everything to be with me, and it never has with us. With college, with our careers, she's always thought about our futures and what will be best for us. It's not her fault that I'm the girl in this situation. I'd give up everything for her in a heartbeat, without a question asked, and I'm quickly realizing that maybe that's not healthy.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I stand up from the chair and run my hands over my face. "You're right." I admit. "You have to do it on your own time. I get it."

I'm not irritated with her, I'm irritated with myself. She deserves someone who lets her chase her dreams, not try to hold her back. As much as I just preached to her that I wasn't holding her back that's ultimately exactly what I'm doing. Selfishly I want her all to myself, and it's going to suck having to go so long without her when these past three months have been nothing short of incredible.

"Don't be mad." She pleads and walks over to grasp onto my cheeks, catching my eyes with hers. "I'm in love with you, Cam. I married you. We're going to have the picket fence, okay? Just give me time."

"I'm not mad." I reply, glancing down at the outfit she has on. It's a tight maxi skirt with a matching black tube top, and she looks insatiable. "I'm proud of you for sticking up for yourself, even if you did give me a little attitude."

"Mmm..." she scrapes her hands down the stubble on my chin, and I can't seem to keep my eyes off of her. "You like when I have an attitude? When I talk back?"

Oh, hell.

This is not where I thought this conversation would take us, but am I mad? Not in the least bit.

"Very much so." I mutter and place a gentle kiss to her jawline. "It's hot."

"When I'm bad for you?"

"Mhm."

I back her up against the kitchen countertop, my hands on either side of her as I hover dominantly. My hand traces the exposed skin underneath her tube top, feeling goosebumps immediately rise beneath my fingertips.

"You deserve better." I whisper, giving her a gentle, teasing kiss to her lips.

She immediately shakes her head, but I press a finger against her lips to stop her. "You do." I repeat. "Better than that conversation we just had at least. I'm sorry."

I pull back the band of her maxi skirt and glance up for approval, but I seem to not even need it. She's panting, her hips bucking up to try and meet my hand already.

I lean down to her ear and scrape her lower belly as I whisper, "how can I make it up to you?"

"Oh god." She splutters and move her hands further back on the countertop, a pan falling into the sink with a loud thud.

"You like when I talk dirty to you, don't you?" I smirk as she frantically nods her head, sinking right down onto my knees in front of her. "Do you want my tongue right on that pussy? Will you forgive me then?"

"Fuck, yes." She tugs her skirt up so that it's above her waist, and I realize that she never put on panties this morning. She's bare and glistening, a sight that I never want to forget.

"Let me see how wet you are..." I say as I insert two fingers, unsurprised when she's already soaked. She hisses from the pain — from how many times I've made her come this week. "Can you be..." I place a wet and sloppy kiss to her inner thigh and glance up at her. "A good girl and take three?"

"Yes." She pants, and as I insert a third, her back arches while she stands, hips bucking again to try and feel me deeper.

"Oh, baby..." another wet sloppy kiss gets added to her other thigh, never losing eye contact with her for a second. "I'm so sorry."

She laughs in disbelief from how turned on she is, her body squirming obnoxiously in front of me. She's so damn hot, and I want to give her everything she's wanting. After all, this is me apologizing to her.

I speed up my fingers, but she reaches down and forcefully takes them out with one hand, grabbing my curls to bring my mouth exactly where she wants it with the other.

The taste of her is exquisite. It's delightful. Right between her thighs is my happy place, and as I stare up at this gorgeous, gorgeous woman I begin to understand that it doesn't matter where she decides to stay after she comes back from her trip. If she needs to figure things out in Arizona before we move in together then fine. She's finally mine, and I will fully support whatever she needs to do like the good husband I know I can be.

I delve my tongue deeper inside of her, reaching to grasp onto her breast over this little tube top of hers. They're sitting so pretty above me that it's almost unfair not to show them attention as well, but the fabric is bothering me. I want to feel her. All of her.

Rising up from the floor, I hoist her up onto the countertop, shoving our plates and silverware into the sink as well. One of the glasses shatters, but I grab her chin to focus on me. "Fuck that glass." I chuckle. "Come here."

My tongue is running all over her body as I shrug my shorts down and finally rip this damn tube top off.

"You're so damn hot." Maddie moans, the sound being like music to my ears as I take a nipple of hers into my mouth.

I swirl my tongue around and around as I enter inside of her, and I love that I don't even worry about her IUD anymore. I don't care if it's in or not. I want babies upon babies with her. I want to give her so many more.

"Fucking hell." I mutter and scoot her ass to hang slightly off the edge of the counter, causing me to go deeper inside. She cries out, those nails of hers sinking into my back just like I love. Make-up sex is definitely the best.

I pound hard into her, watching her face after each thrust. She loves dominant me, and she loves when I take control. Her eyes are rolled to the back of her head, but I quickly grab onto her hair and tug hard on it, forcing her face to pop up to mine. "Look at me while I fuck you." I tell her sternly, but as soon as I say it I can feel the dominance fading away piece by piece.

She looks like an angel, pure vulnerability looking back at me through her eyes. I'm so weak for her. I always have been. In seconds I feel my eyes softening as I stare deeper, finally catching her lips with mine when her body falls apart, quivering like a leaf beneath me as she comes undone.

I'm not far behind her, a minute later burying my face into her shoulder after I call out her name. My hands are clutching tightly onto the counter on either side of her to try and calm myself down, and Maddie has resorted to laying right onto her back on the island, her chest heaving up and down.

"Do you forgive me?" I tease.

Propping herself up onto her elbows, she

sends me a cheesy grin before she says, "Most definitely. I officially love make-up sex."

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