by Madison Faye
Tears brim my eyes, and my fingers lace with his tightly.
“She was drunk that night too, and low, and just so fucking sad. I saw it, I just didn’t see it, you know?” His voice breaks, his chest rising and falling as he swallows thickly.
“We were going back to my place, and I was barely able to even see the road I was so fucked up. And she was talking to me. She was trying to tell me how bad it was, and I just kept trying to be the cheerful one, you know? I kept telling her it was ‘all going to be okay,’ or that I was going to ‘fix it,’ whatever the fuck that means. Waverly, I could barely concentrate on the road, so when she was talking—”
He winces, his eyes squeezing shut again, and my heart breaks.
“Camden, you don’t have to tell—”
“Yes, I do.”
His eyes open, so full of pain and hurt, but he just keeps going.
“We were driving over this big overpass bridge over the bay, and she—”
He shakes his head.
“She was there, and then she was gone, Waverly,” he says quietly. “I wasn’t looking, and she just opened the car door and…”
“Camden—”
“She jumped, and she died, and I was right fucking there, and I couldn’t save her.”
Tears stream down my face as I lunge into him, hugging him fiercely as he holds me so tight, I can barely breathe. But we just cling to each other like that, breathing, living, and just feeling each other’s heartbeats.
“The scars on my back,” he growls quietly. “Those came pretty much right after that. I drove my car into the back of a tractor trailer, flipped it about ten times, and somehow, I’m the one that lived that night. USA Swimming cut me from the Olympic team and banned me from competition because of the drugs in my system. And I spent the next three years in a dark but sober hole, taking it one second at a time,” he whispers as he pulls back, his eyes locking with mine.
“Until I met you.”
He moves in, and when our lips come together, it’s not this wild passionate sexy-time kiss, it’s just slow, and deep, and intimate. It’s pain and love. It’s healing and understanding. And we just stay like that, kissing slowly in the dark kitchen for God knows how long, until suddenly, my phone goes off.
“Fuck,” I groan, pulling away to yank it out of my bag and silence it. But when I glance at the screen, I wince.
It’s my mom.
“Go,” Camden says quietly. “Seriously. You’re in enough hot water with your mom already.”
“Uh-uh,” I quickly shake my head. “No way. I’m not leaving you like this.”
“Waverly, I’m fine. Really. Just a weird day. Look, the other day in the showers when I got all fucking weird.” He frowns. “It’s what you said.”
I wince. “I—fuck, I’m so sorr—”
“No,” he growls quickly. “No, it’s nothing like that. You said, ‘life’s a hell of a ride.’”
I frown, holding him tight.
“It’s one of the last things Gina said to me, is all,” he says quietly.
My heart wrenches in two again, and I launch myself into him, hugging him fiercely.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper into his chest.
He holds me tight, kissing the top of my head as we stand there in the dark until my phone goes off again.
“Answer it,” he says gently. “You should.”
I nod, picking up the call.
“Hey, mom. No, sorry, I got held up going over some stuff for math with—” I almost say Brynn or Sasha, until I start to worry that my mom is like, standing next to them or something waiting for me to walk right into a lie.
“A couple kids from class,” I blurt out quickly.
“Okay!”
Whew.
“Are you coming home now though? Dinner’s ready soon.”
“Yeah, I—”
I glance at Camden, and he nod.
“Yeah, I’ll be home soon, mom.”
I hang up and put the phone away before I slide back into his arms.
“I don’t want to leave you,” I hiss.
“I never want you to leave,” he groans back. “But you need to get home.”
I nod, hating that it’s true before suddenly, a thought hits me, and I grin.
“So,” I say quietly. “There’s a back gate to our yard.”
He chuckles. “No, baby, that’s not a good id—”
“Meet me there in two hours?”
He frowns, but I can see the fire in his eyes.
“Please,” I whisper, my eyes locking with his. “C’mon, say yes. Say yes so I can make sure you’re not alone.”
He smiles, slowly nodding. “Waverly.”
“Just say yes?”
His smile widens into a grin, and he nods.
“Yeah, I’ll be there.”
I beam at him, hugging him tightly before I pull away.
“Okay, I’ll see you then?”
“It’s a date.”
I grin. “Perfect. “Love y—”
I catch myself instantly, my mouth snapping shut and my hand flying to my lips as my eyes go wide. Camden just stares at me, his face hard and his jaw clenched.
“Fuck,” I whisper, slowly shaking my head. “Oh my God, I’m… I’m so sorry, that—I have no idea why I—”
“Hey, Waverly?”
I cringe, looking down.
“Waverly.”
I swallow.
“Look at me, Waverly.”
Slowly, my face bright red and my body physically cringing at what I just blurted out, I look up at him.
Camden is grinning as he steps into me, and before I can even take a breath, he’s scooping me into his arms and kissing me deeply. He kisses me hard, and slow, and with so much passion my freaking toes curl, until finally, he pulls back.
“Camden, I—”
“I love you too, Waverly,” he growls.
I blink. “What?”
“I love you too. Even if you didn’t mean to say it before, even if you don’t even really mean it, and if you don’t, that’s fine. But I fucking love you, beautiful. I’ve loved you since the second you dove into my pool.”
I choke out a laugh, my eyes getting all teary again as I rush into him, kissing him madly.
“I love you,” I moan, tangling in him and kissing him over and over, before finally, he pulls back.
“Get home, baby,” he purrs. “Get home, and I’ll be at that gate in a few hours, okay?”
I nod, biting my lip as my pulse races.
“It’s a date.”
15
Waverly
“Hey.”
Something wild blooms through me when I see him, and when I rush barefoot through the grass and into his arms, it’s like I’m taking a breath for the first time since the last time I saw him. Which, granted, was only about two hours and fifteen minutes before, but still.
“Are you…”
I frown, and he smiles.
“I’m good, baby,” he growls quietly, leaning down to kiss me. “Look, before—”
“It’s fine,” I whisper. “You really don’t have to explain anything to me.”
Camden smiles. “Yeah, but I want to.”
I blush as he leans down to kiss me again in the darkness of my backyard.
“Look, earlier today, before practice, I got a phone call from this…” he frowns. “This fucking car dealership looking for Gina.”
My heart twists as I hold him close.
“That’s what set that off.”
I nod. “I’m so sorry, Camden.”
“That’s, uh…” he grins, pushing his fingers through his hair. “That’s not the only call I got.”
I raise a brow curiously. “What—”
“USA Swimming called, Waverly,” he says quietly.
My mouth falls open. “Wait, what? What’d they want!?”
He grins widely. “Me. They want me, Waverly. They want me to swim competitively again.”
I al
most shriek, but my mom’s inside, and so instead, I just jump into his arms. “That’s amazing!” I say eagerly, hugging him tight.
“Yeah, that’s, uh…” he chuckles. “Actually, that’s not all.”
I pull back, looking at him curiously as he beams.
“Wait, where do they want you to compete?” I say breathlessly.
He just starts to nod, his eyes wild and his smile widening as my jaw just drops.
“Are you fucking serious!?” I hiss. “Team USA?!”
He nods, and I quickly bury my mouth into his neck to muffle the scream. He chuckles, hugging me tightly.
“It’s not definite,” he growls into me. “But they want me to try out for it.”
“Camden! This is huge!”
He shrugs. “Look, it’s probably me and a bunch of super driven guys ten years younger and three times faster than me, but—”
“Uh, but fuck those guys,” I giggle. “Because you’re going to kill it!”
He grins, and when he leans in and presses his lips to mine, I moan into it, kissing him fiercely. My arms fling around his neck, my legs wrapping around his waist tightly as I moan into his lips. We pull away panting, our eyes burning fiercely.
“My mom’s up in her room,” I say quietly. “But I don’t think she’s asleep yet.”
He smiles. “Tomorrow then, baby. Maybe I can sneak you away from—”
“I’m not waiting until tomorrow,” I purr heatedly, my pulse racing and the need for him almost overwhelming. I glance back at my mostly dark house, and slowly, I grin.
“I have an idea.”
* * *
“This is a bad idea.”
Camden glances uneasily around the furnished basement living room as he steps down the stairs from the outside door I’ve unlocked from inside.
“I can promise to make it a very good idea,” I whisper heatedly, sliding a hand up his neck and into his hair as I tug him down. He groans, searing his lips to mine and growling into the kiss as we stagger back into the room. It’s dark down here, and my mom’s room is two floors above us and on the other side of the house entirely. But still.
“Quiet” is going to be the key word here.
We stumble backwards, and I giggle as I almost trip over the coffee table before we tumble onto the couch. I yank at his t-shirt, pushing it up his muscled chest before he tugs it off and growls as he goes for mine. My shirt flies away, my bra close behind, and I moan as our lips come crashing together again.
Camden’s mouth teases down my neck, making me whimper as his hand pushes my lounge shorts down.
He growls.
“Naughty girl.”
I grin before I moan as his fingers slide over my bare pussy. Yeah, I’m not wearing any panties. Quite on purpose, actually.
My breath catches as he slips a finger easily inside of my dripping wet slit, and I quickly reach for his belt. I tug it open and then pull his zipper down. Camden growls into my mouth, raising his hips and helping me push his jeans down. He is wearing boxers, and I whimper as I pull away from him and slide to my knees in front of the couch.
“Waverly,” he groans, growling as my fingers slide under the waist of his boxers and tug them down. His big thick cock springs free, slapping heavily against his abs, and in a second, I’m leaning forward and sinking my pouty lips down over his swollen crown.
He hisses in pleasure, his eyes wild with lust as he slides a hand into my hair. I whimper eagerly, slurping wetly on his big dick and sliding my mouth down to lick at his balls and the base of him. I move back to his head, slipping my mouth down over him again and moaning deeply as I drool all over his big cock.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, suddenly, pulling me up with a gasp as he groans.
“C’mere.”
I whimper as he pulls me into his lap, my legs going to either side of his as I drop my mouth to his and kiss him eagerly. I sink down, and when I feel him tease against me, I shiver heatedly.
“Let me feel that tight little pussy, baby girl,” he growls into my lips. “Let me feel you take this big cock.”
I moan, pushing down and gasping at the size of him as he slowly sinks into my slick heat. My pulse quickens, my body aching for more as I sink lower on him, moaning into his lips as I take inch after fat inch of him, all the way down until my clit is grinding against his base.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp quietly as I slowly ease up and then drop back down. He grunts, his hands sliding to grab my ass tightly, bringing me up before he pulls me back down hard, burying his cock to the hilt in my tight little pussy. I crush my mouth to his to muffle my cries, panting as I start to ride him slow and deep.
“My mom…” I gasp, whimpering. “She’s upstairs.”
“Guess we better be quiet then,” he groans. “Wouldn’t want her to hear you getting fucked like a bad girl.”
Oh fuck.
Pleasure ripples through me, and I moan deeply into his lips as I start to ride him. It’s not frantic, and it’s not wild. It’s just deep, and slow, and passionate. It’s making love. It’s two hearts coming together and blending into one. I pull back, and when our eyes lock, I know we’re both feeling the same thing. A grin comes over his face as he brings one hand up to cup my face, something fierce in his eyes.
“I love you, Waverly,” he groans deeply, pushing his hips up to meet mine, his cock driving deep inside.
I whimper, my face caving in pleasure as I ride him, my eyes locked on his.
“I love you too,” I whimper, moving a little faster and feeling the heat begin to build, and build, and build. His lips sear to mine, his hand tightens on my ass, and our bodies grind together as we start to fall towards that edge together. My nipples drag over his muscled chest, my thighs tighten, and the heat inside of me begins to burn into an unstoppable force.
“I want you to come for me, beautiful,” he growls into my ear, making me gasp.
“I want to feel this perfect, sweet little cunt come all the fuck over my cock. Come for me, Waverly.”
I whimper, tumbling, falling, feeling myself about to crash right over the edge as his lips slide to my ear.
“Come for me, love.”
That does it.
I shudder, my entire body tightens, and suddenly, I’m exploding on top of him. I crush my lips to his and scream into his mouth as I come, the orgasm shattering through me as he holds me tight. He groans, thrusting deep, and suddenly, he’s right there with me. His thick cock pulses so hard and deep inside of me, and when I feel his hot, sticky cum pumping into me, I fall right into another climax as we cling to each other.
We’re both panting for air as we come to a stop, and when his lips find mine, I kiss him with everything I have, just staying right there on top of him, and never wanting to leave.
* * *
Eventually though, we need to. It’s late, and we both have big days in the morning, and as much as I just want to sleep in his arms again, we both know it’s not possible. Not now, at least.
I groan when he finally helps me off of his lap, but when I squeeze my thighs together and feel the delicious ache of him still lingering there and feel his hot cum still deep inside of me, I moan softly.
We dress, which takes longer than it usually might since we keep kissing each other and playing grab ass as we both laugh quietly. I lead us both through the basement hatch door, out into the cool autumn night air. His hand tangles with mine, and I grin like a big idiot as we walk back towards the gate.
He spins me when we get there, and I fall into him, grinning as I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him deeply.
“I can’t believe you’re going to the freaking Olympics,” I gasp.
He chuckles. “Maybe. It’s a big, big maybe.”
I just shake my head, smiling at him. “With you? No, it’s not.”
He grins, and when his lips sear to mine, I lose myself in it. I kiss him slow and deep, the rest of the world just fading away from us until it’s just him and I.
…Until it
’s not.
“Waverly Elizabeth Owens!!”
My heart almost jumps out of my fucking mouth as I scream, jumping away from Camden and whirling.
Oh God.
Because right there, standing outside the back door with a look of rage and horror on her face, is my mom.
16
Waverly
She storms towards us, shaking her head, fury in her eyes. Camden swears quietly, but when he steps close to me and starts to put his arm around me almost protectively, my mom loses it.
“Get your fucking hands off of her, you piece of shit!” She hisses, a snarl on her face as she jabs a finger at him.
“Natasha—”
“No, Camden! Don’t you fucking Natasha me!”
“Mom!”
“Get in the house, Waverly!”
“No, mom, will you stop?”
She yanks her gaze to me, her eyes narrowing. “I said get in the house, Waverly!”
“No! Mom, listen to me!”
“Did he touch you?!” She screams, her eyes brimming with tears. “Did he fucking—”
“Natasha,” Camden growls. “Just—”
“She is a child, you fucking monster!” she snarls at him.
“Mom, I’m not.”
“You’re eighteen, Waverly! The hell you’re not, and he’s old enough to know that!”
“Mom, I love him!” I blurt out, my pulse racing. I reach out, my hand finding his as I squeeze it tight. Mom mom’s face tightens, her eyes wild as she shakes her head.
“Camden, you need to walk away, right now.”
“Natasha—”
“Walk the fuck away, or I’m calling the police.”
He growls. “Natasha, this isn’t what you think—”
“Oh, it’s not?” she barks out thinly. “What is it then, Camden?”
His jaw tightens.
“I love her, Natasha.”
My mom lets out this broken, anguished sound, shaking her head.
