The hurt in his eyes shifted to curiosity as his eyes trailed down my body. “What kind of idea?”
“I can’t tell you, but it involves making new memories at this house.”
He licked his bottom lip, the lines around his face softening as he took a deep breath. “How would we make new memories?”
I wiggled my eyebrows and held out my hand. He intertwined our fingers, and I led us into the house. It smelled like old carpet and over-the-top air freshener. There were probably ten, fifteen people scatted in what looked to be the living room to the right and ten near the kitchen. Camden and Peter leaned against a doorframe that led into the back, and I eyed the place for what I needed.
A small room for just us.
I flashed my smile, the fake one, as I drew lots of stares. The dress I wore specifically for Freddie definitely showed way too much of my tits. But it worked right now because people stared at them and moved out of our way.
Music pumped from somewhere below, and I found stairs that went up. Perfect.
“Where are we going?”
Great question, Freddie. I still didn’t know, and the first two doors were locked. Then, like a miracle, the third one was open. Bingo. The room had a small desk in the corner, a chair, and a laptop charging off to the side.
This was a small ass room that had to have been a closet at some point but now served as an office? One without decorations?
It didn’t matter.
I propped myself up on the desk and jutted my chin toward the door. “Lock it.”
Freddie did, the pulse at the base of his neck racing. He wouldn’t stop looking at me up and down, his hand forming a fist against his thigh.
“Like what you see, Freddie?” I said, biting my lip as I spread my legs a bit. I didn’t show a thing yet, but I wanted him distracted like he’d been against the wall. I needed him unraveled. Plus, fuck Maddie. I planned to replace all his memories of her here.
“What are you doing to me, Cami?” He walked toward me, placing a hand on either side of my thighs. He pushed them apart and sucked in a breath. “This dress is lethal. The things I want to do with you…”
“Tell me,” I said, sitting up to get closer to him. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”
He oh-so-slowly dragged the hem of the dress up my thighs, the delicate fabric tickling my skin as he stilled. “You’re bare.”
“I told you I might’ve been naked under here.”
Freddie licked his fucking lips before getting onto his knees, his gray eyes almost black with lust. He spread my legs even more and blew on my pussy. I shivered and leaned back on my elbows to watch. The thought of him going down on me wasn’t as weird anymore. Not with the way he looked at me and treated me. He wasn’t the only one who needed new memories, and I couldn’t think of a better person to try things with.
“This is what I want. To lick, suck, and taste every part of you. You turn me into this…” He stopped, brought his tongue to my inner thigh just shy of my core, and bit down. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
He kissed my other thigh. Then, he spread my pussy apart and brought the flat of his tongue against my clit. He licked me slowly, like we had hours in this room. Heat blasted every nerve ending in my body as he teased the swollen bud. “You’re a dangerous woman, Cami.”
“H-how so?” Words were getting more difficult now. With the deep tone of his voice and hungry eyes, each flick of his tongue brought me closer to orgasm. He moaned into my pussy, sending a vibration through my body, and I shuddered.
“Addicting.” He made repetitive, swirling motions with his tongue as he slid one finger inside me. “Your sounds. Your taste.”
“Y-you too,” I mumbled, sounding like an idiot. The sensations were too much. He inserted a second finger as he quickened the use of his tongue, and with his one free hand, he held my lower stomach down, keeping me in place.
He hummed into me as my thighs started clenching. I was so close. The pressure built in my core, and I thrashed around, but he didn’t stop. He continued eating me like I was his favorite dish, patient and with purpose, and his eyes found mine right before I came.
“Oh, oh shit!”
He never broke eye contact as my orgasm consumed me, my nerves, and my body. Sweat covered my chest, and my pussy was uncomfortably wet, but he didn’t stop. Not until I rested my head against the desk and sighed. “Wow.”
“Yes, wow.” He kept pulling my dress up my body, kissing up my stomach, and swirling his magical tongue over my belly ring. “You are…I’m struggling with how to express what I’m feeling with you right now.”
“Words are also hard for me,” I said, laughing because the weight of his tone seemed a bit too heavy.
“No, more than sex.” He lifted the fabric over my tits, and he groaned. “I could tease and suck these all day.” He didn’t wait before doing just that, bringing my nipple into his mouth and pulling on the end. “Thank you.”
“Thank you?” I asked, confused as he moved to my other breast. It was wild to feel the start of another orgasm from nipple play alone, but the tingle was there. “Freddie, hey—”
He lifted his head and looked down at me with complete seriousness. “You spread out like this, on this desk, is the best memory.”
“This isn’t even half of my plan,” I said, the ball in my throat growing a little too large. It was the way he spoke, in deep bursts of truth. The heaviness of each syllable, like each sound took a lot of effort.
He kissed my nipples, then the center of my chest. “What could be better than finally tasting you?”
“You on this desk as I taste you.”
He flashed a grin but shook his head. “Another time, please. You’re sitting here so pretty and wet—I need to be inside you.”
I sucked in a breath and nodded. This aggressive side of him was hot as hell. All that feisty energy tucked in a cute package, and fuck. Freddie undid his belt and took off his pants and boxers, tossing his wallet at me as he stroked himself.
His fist barely covered his shaft as he worked it up and down, the look in his eyes making me hot all over again.
“Get a condom out.”
“Freddie,” I said, my throat scratchy. Seeing him touch himself was enough to set me on fire. I practically panted with the desperation to have him. My fingers shook as I opened his wallet and found a packet. His strokes got faster, and he jutted his chin toward my hands, as in put it on.
I pulled out the rubber, and he stopped stroking long enough for me to cover his cock with it. He throbbed in my palm, thick and ready, and he cupped my face with both hands, kissing me hard as he edged my legs apart.
This kiss felt different than all the others. Those were exploratory, savoring even. This one was messy and almost painful. His tip nudged my center, and slowly, he thrusted into me, stealing my breath and sending explosions of pleasure through me. He felt so fucking good. He pulled me to the edge of the desk and held a leg over each shoulder, the angle absolutely incredible.
“So fucking perfect,” he said, grunting with each word. “Damn, Cami.”
I could feel every inch of him as he pounded into me, his fingers digging into my calves as he held on tight. The pulse at the base of his neck went haywire, and his lips parted as he continued fucking me.
That was what this was—a primal, aggressive fuck mixed with errant feelings, and it was the hottest sex of my life. I didn’t care about the way the wood dug into my ass underneath me or the sounds of the party that carried through the door. My focus was on Freddie’s deep gaze never leaving mine as he slowed his pace and ground into me.
“Yes,” I moaned, arching my back and taking him even deeper. Pleasure swirled around my spine and soul as he reached down with one hand to rub my clit.
“I love watching you fall apart,” he said, his voice a low rumble. He applied just the right amount of pressure on my swollen nerve. He thrusted harder as the orgasm took me, my pussy clenching around him, and I cried out.
I didn’t care if anyone could hear us or if someone tried to walk in. I was with Freddie, out of my mind with bliss, and he furrowed his brows, biting his bottom lip as I rode out my orgasm.
His muscles twitched in his thighs, and he gripped both legs even harder as he released a deep, satisfying groan that went right to my heart.
“Oh, hell,” he said, slowing his thrusts as he came. A vein popped on his forehead, and his dark eyes dilated as he continued to stare at me like I mattered.
Sweat pooled down the side of his face, and he pulled out, quickly discarding the condom and buttoning his jeans. Then, he fixed my dress with the same face he wore when he studied before kissing me softly on the forehead. “My mind is a bit fuzzy right now but that was…I’ve never done something like this before, and I’m so glad it was with you.”
I wanted to ask what he meant, even though deep down, I knew. He never lost control like this with anyone, and that knowledge lit me up inside. “This is a first for me too,” I said, brushing my fingers through his thick hair. He had the best head of hair, all dark and full with a little curl.
He closed his eyes and let out a sigh, like my touch did something to him, and I knew right then that when it came to my feelings for Freddie, I was in deep trouble.
CHAPTER
TWENTY
Freddie
Cami popped into the restroom for a minute, leaving me with my thoughts, and holy shit. My life wasn’t made up of multiple incredible moments ingrained in my mind, but that was definitely one of them. The sounds she made, the way trust swirled in her eyes as she looked at me… yeah, best memory ever. I swallowed hard, trying to cool down. I hadn’t stopped sweating since we went into that small room, and even fanning myself did no good. Even stepping out to get us some drinks in the kitchen didn’t cool me down.
“Dude, Freddie.” Someone patted my back, and Gallagher O’Brien grinned at me. “I haven’t seen you in a year!”
“Yeah, it’s been a while.” I forced a tight smile, the memories of Maddie and me hanging out with him flashing through my mind like a montage from a movie. Us drinking, going to dinner, sitting at this house as Maddie complained about how bored she was. The long looks she’d given him always had me wondering if she was into him.
“You hear Mads is back? Y’all going to reconcile or what, cause she’s fine. She might be stopping by tonight, and if you two are done—”
“We’re done, for good.”
Gallagher didn’t get a chance to respond before the doorknob twisted.
Cami walked out, looking like a dream, and flashed a smile my way. Her face glowed, and some of her makeup was still messy, and my God, my heart hammered in my ribcage. A slight line formed between her eyebrows as she gazed at me, then Gallagher. She waltzed right up to my side, slid her arm around my waist, and smiled her performative one at him.
I knew I was in trouble when I could tell the difference between her real smiles and the fakes. Plus, she rarely showed others the real one. Just me. It made my fucking heart soar to know that.
“Hey, I’m Cami.”
Gallagher blinked a few times, his eyes wide, then he smiled so big it worried me. “Dude, dude.”
“Your name is dude or…what?” She wrinkled her nose, making me like her even more. She damn well knew the tension was thick with something, and she busted through it.
“Gallagher.” He held out a hand, his eyes roaming her body and stopping at her chest. A strong, almost frantic urge demanded I yank her away, out of his sight. How dare he ogle her in front of me when it was clear we were together?
Had he always been this way and I didn’t realize it or had I not cared?
“So, you’re the infamous one.” Cami shook his hand quick, letting go and tucking herself deeper into my side.
“Talking about me already, Brady? I love it!” Gallagher rocked back on his heels, his gaze never quite leaving Cami’s body.
“We’re heading out.” I didn’t even bother to be polite. I had a feeling he’d hooked up with Maddie either right after we ended or while there was still overlap. There wasn’t proof, but his blatant flirtations weren’t sitting right with me.
“Don’t wanna stay to see Mads?”
“No.”
I led us down the hallway toward the stairs when some guy threw his hands up in the air, shouting Cami’s name.
“Oh my God, Jarod.” She broke free from my arm, and she let the guy pull her into a huge bear hug. She embraced him and kept her hands on his face when he grinned down at her. “It’s been how long?”
“I don’t know, years? You look good.”
“You too. What are with all these muscles?” She gripped his bicep and squeezed, laughing as he flexed and struck a pose. “I’m surprised we’re both alive at this point.”
He cringed. “I know, do you remember that night with the body shots?”
“And the fire?” She tossed her head back and cackled. “Or those guys with the blindfolds?”
“You got up on stage with the band. I still see you dancing up there with that damn boa.”
“Remember Ricky? That random bartender who quit and joined us?”
“Fuckin’ wild. Highlight of my undergraduate years.” His face softened at her before his gaze moved to me.
My insides were a blazing storm of envy. It was clear Cami knew this guy well, well enough to hug and give her real smile to. Plus, the body shots? Did he take them off her? The thought of his tongue on her body made me want to rip my hair out, and I wasn’t a violent person.
“I’m Jarod, once a friend to this crazy creature.” He held out his hand, and I shook it, unable to quite form words. My throat filled with invisible cotton balls, and all I could do was grunt.
This guy was attractive and clearly an athlete. If not now, at one point he had been. He was cooler than me, clearly, and Cami had done all sorts of wild things with him. God, was I ever that fun or crazy?
No.
She’s too popular for me. I’m too boring.
She’d prefer to be with a guy like Jarod. Doing shots and dancing on stages. Goddamn Gallagher for bringing up Maddie and making me question everything.
With my lack of answer, Cami gave me a knowing smile and introduced me. “This is Freddie. He’s with me.”
“Ah, lucky man.” Jarod hit my arm like we were old pals. “She’s a good one.”
I nodded, wishing I could acknowledge that I already realized she was a good one. “Nice to meet you.” I croaked the words out, honestly hating myself a little bit for acting so boorish. Cami had a past.
She was allowed a past.
But that didn’t take away the doubt that one day I’d be like Jarod, reminiscing about my time with Cami while she’d be with a guy way more exciting than me.
Someone shouted his name, and he nodded before pulling Cami into another hug. “I’m in town for a week. We’re getting dinner one night. It’s a must.”
“Absolutely.”
She watched as he walked further into the party before she gripped my forearm. “I can’t believe he’s back! I loved that guy before he transferred to a better university for basketball. We tore it up for a while.”
“Sounded like it.”
She took my hand and interwove our fingers, tilting her head up to look at me with a twinkle in her eye before she frowned. “Whoa, hey, what’s wrong?”
Shit. I wasn’t good at hiding my issues from her. I ran my free hand over my face and tried but failed to come up with a rational reason for why my stomach was in knots and dread weighed my shoulders down. We’d had an amazing time upstairs, and she tried so hard to help me get rid of my own baggage, yet here I was, pouting because some guy she knew years ago did fun stuff with her.
“Freddie.” She tugged me outside and onto the front porch. It smelled like weed, and she dragged me until we stood on the sidewalk. She pressed her lips together hard, a clear sign of her annoyance, and my stomach bottomed out.
I’d upset
her by acting like a dumbass. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry? You’re not telling me what’s going on, which leaves me to create a million scenarios in my own head that snowball.” Red covered her cheeks, and she put her hands on her hips. “I’m not… I’m not like that anymore, okay?”
She spoke so softly and blinked a few times, my entire body tightening with regret. She thinks she’s the problem.
Oh, no, no, no.
“It isn’t you, fuck.” I’d messed this up so badly. I could punch my own teeth out. She chewed on the side of her lip, waiting, watching with her large brown eyes as I figured my shit out. “Hearing your friend Jarod talk about your past…made me think of Maddie and why she left. You have to realize how boring I really am.”
“You’re not boring at all.” She snapped her head back and frowned, like what I said made no sense to her. “With all the respect in the world to you, you need to let go of Maddie’s words. You’ve let them live too long in your beautiful mind. Stop thinking you’re not enough for anyone and be yourself.”
I blinked, absolutely silent.
She wasn’t done either. She rammed her finger into my chest and spoke with such conviction I wouldn’t dare to argue with her. “Would you call what we just did upstairs boring?”
I shook my head.
“Then please, for me, stop thinking badly about yourself.” She moved to cup my face with her soft hands. Her perfume tickled my nose, and it was now my favorite smell in the world. “I know I need to work on that too, for fuck’s sake, but it upsets me to see you doubt your worth.”
I swallowed, hard, as nerves took over. We agreed to take things easy, but I’d passed that at some point. It was more now and fuck if I couldn’t stop my damn mouth from moving. “I’m falling for you, Cami. Fast. It terrifies me, and I keep trying to put up roadblocks to slow down. You can say all of this to me, but I have baggage. I thought I was over it, but I guess I’m not.”
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