The Donor

Chapter 21

Camila’s POV

Lauren can only be described as endearing when she sleeps.

Usually, she would be warm and cuddly, holding me close to her body even in her unconscious state but even now when it’s a little different, she just looked adorable. In our nudity, Lauren must have felt too warm throughout the night and had drifted away from me, onto her side of the bed. She is laying on her front with hair spread out across the pillow and her exposed porcelain shoulders, her defined back muscles clenched as her hands grip onto her pillow in a dream. But what’s cute is the small sounds of mumbling falling from her lips and the way her eyes would flicker through her sleep. Lauren has her face turned away from me but can’t help but lean onto my elbows and watch her as she sleeps. Maybe creepy, but it’s hard not to.

I reach my hand over and stroke at Lauren’s hair, running my fingers through her thick locks and massaging the top of her head while she sleeps, smiling to myself as I do so. The night we had made up after our fight because of Charlotte was a couple of days ago now and this was the first time she had stayed over since then. I could do nothing but smile at how perfect things are between us right now. Last night was just as incredible as every other night we had spent together, if not more so with her newfound confidence.

Yesterday morning we had a meeting at Emelia’s school, Lauren and I finally getting a chance to speak with her teacher and the parents of her bullies. The emerald-eyed woman was supposed to have been working but was quick to call in faking an illness if it meant she had a chance to say a few words to the boys’ parents – and a few words she did. We had both been civil to begin with, discussing with the teacher what had been happening to our daughter, the boys’ parents looking on and hearing about their sons’ behaviour. That was until the Mahones defended their sons’ behaviour and Lauren rose to her feet and squared up to the man. I followed in suit and stood up after her, holding onto her hips to pull her back and away from the man but failed when he too was riled up and wanted to match her stance. His wife and I tried to settle the two, Emelia’s teacher standing back with panic, but nothing worked. Lauren was very passionate about defending our daughter and our lifestyle and the simple-minded misogynist of Austin Mahone felt the full wrath of that passion… and her fist, which collided with his jaw, knocking the man back into his seat before he and his wife quickly left the school.

Lauren didn’t care that she had hurt the man, nor that she might be reported, she only cared that I had to witness her violence which she profusely apologised for in the hours following, finally relenting when I broke the news it was hot and so goddamn sexy to see her so mad and protective. It meant that she continued to be controlling and passionate through the night, lifting me up and taking me against the wall of my bedroom before throwing me onto the bed and pinning me there while she takes me again.

I hadn’t gotten to touch her like I did during our time together a few nights before, but it felt incredible to experience her confidence and dominating attitude, knowing it was me that has made her feel so comfortable. When I had taken her length into my hand to roll on the condom that night we resolved our fight, Lauren froze. Her body tightened and her eyes were ablaze yet she quickly squished all panic with a kiss, taking my hand away from her to enter me again. I didn’t see her, nor did I please her in the way I wanted to but it was progress that she gave me that opportunity to touch her and to see her. She had given me that opportunity again yesterday, allowing my hands to explore her body and keeping the lights on, but I didn’t take it, wanting Lauren to want me to touch her, to be confident in controlling when I get to touch her. That’s when I’ll please her in the way I hope to; when Lauren decides she wants me, needs me to.