I shake my head. “I’m good.” I point behind me. “I’m going to go this way.”
“Are you sure? Last chance,” he says. “I’ve got other shit to do if not.”
He sounds moody and it instantly reminds me of Jensen. The last thing I need is another him. “I’m definitely good. Go do your shit.”
His smile widens. “Maybe I don’t want to now.”
I smile back, feeling sassy. Usually, I’d be cautious, but I’m feeling anything but right now. Screw Douglas for being a prick. “Maybe I will take that ride, but we go where I say.”
“Deal.” Once I join him next to his bike, he hands me his helmet and nods. “Get on, sweetheart.”
I slide the helmet on my head and am just about to climb onto the back of his bike when another motorcycle has me looking down the road.
My heart jumps with excitement, because I recognize Jensen’s leather jacket right away. He pulls up beside us and climbs off his bike, pulling his helmet off to look at me. “Get over here, Cami. Now.”
“How did… what the hell are you doing?” I manage to get out.
“Does it fucking matter? Get the fuck over here,” he growls, looking the other guy over. “Stay away from her,” he demands, after I hand the stranger his helmet and walk over to join Jensen.
“Seriously, Jensen?” The bearded guy shakes his head and laughs, before taking off for his door. “Have fun you two. It won’t last for long.”
Once the guy disappears inside, Jensen gives me a death glare, before shoving his helmet on my head. “Hang the fuck on. We’ll talk about this shit later.”
“No, we won’t.” I climb on behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. “Just take me home.”
“I plan on it,” he growls.
As soon as we pull up in front of Veronica’s, I climb off Jensen’s bike and slam his helmet into his chest. “I’m a grown woman, Jensen. You didn’t need to come looking for me.”
“You’re wrong if you believe that shit.” His jaw tightens as he stares me in the eyes. “You have no fucking clue whose bike you were about to climb on the back of. How stupid can you be?”
“Well, I got on the back of yours, so obviously pretty stupid,” I spit out.
He looks shocked for a split second, but quickly shakes it off and gets in my face. “What makes you think I had time to ride around looking for you all damn night?”
“I never asked you to.” I’m pissed he even assumes I expect that of him. “I didn’t ask you to and I most definitely wouldn’t expect that from someone like you.”
“Well, think again, Cami. I may be an asshole.” He leans in close to my face, his eyes ice-cold. “But I care about a woman’s safety. More than you’ll ever fucking know.”
He walks away, the look in his eyes leaving my heart beating wildly inside my chest. I’m not sure what his deal is, but he seems pissed at the idea of someone not thinking he cares about women. That’s not exactly what I meant. I just meant… me. Not women in general.
I stand here, speechless, watching as he climbs back on his motorcycle and rides away.
A few seconds later, Veronica calls my name from the porch. “…is everything okay? Where were you? I tried calling you multiple times and you didn’t pick up. It took me a while to figure out your phone was here.”
“Jensen wasn’t next door, so I went for a walk to clear my head.” I walk past her and into the kitchen for some water. “I just needed to get out for a bit. There’s a lot on my mind right now.”
“Did you get lost?” she asks, joining me. “You’ve been gone for close to two hours. I got so worried that I called Jensen to—”
“I realize that,” I say, cutting her off. “And he’s pissed that he had to come looking for me, apparently.”
She exhales and leans over the kitchen island. “I went next door and no one was there, so I thought maybe you guys left together. He told me he hadn’t seen you and then he cussed and hung up. So, I freaked out and sent Peter to look for you. I never asked Jensen to.”
“I’m fine, Veronica. No need to worry. Next time I’ll bring my phone. I just didn’t think I was going anywhere tonight other than next door.” I exhale, feeling bad that I worried her. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“Why is he so pissed? Did something happen before he dropped you off?
I shake my head. “No. I met some blond guy with a beard and he offered to give me a ride home. I was just about to get on his bike when Jensen pulled up all angry.”
Her eyes widen as if she knows exactly who I’m talking about. “That’s because he’s Jensen’s best friend. His name is Ben. They’ve been friends their entire life. They have a very complicated history,” she adds, sounding uncomfortable. “You were about to take a ride from him when you don’t even know him? What the hell, babe?”
“Clearly, I wasn’t thinking.” I admit. “Douglas has me too worked up to think straight. I’m just so… so furious. He’s made me look like an idiot.”
“I get it.” She stands up straight. “But please don’t accept rides from strangers anymore. I can see why Jensen was pissed. I would’ve been too.”
“I get it,” I say gently. “It won’t happen again.”
“Good.” She gives me a quick hug, before looking me over. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “Yeah. I’ll be fine. Mind if we just watch some Netflix and hang out for a bit? I’m not ready to retire to the bedroom yet.”
“Of course. Peter will probably crash out when he gets home anyway. He’s been up since five. I’ll grab us a glass of wine and make some popcorn.”
“Perfect,” I say softly, still stuck on the way Jensen looked at me before he rode away.
Now, if only I could get that look out of my head. Maybe, just maybe, there’s a side to Jensen that I haven’t seen yet.
That could be a good or a bad thing.
Jensen
When I got that phone call from Veronica a few days ago, I told myself I wasn’t going looking for Cami, but I couldn’t get past the fact that she was alone at night without her car or a damn cell phone.
Who the fuck goes out past dark in a neighborhood they’re not familiar with? Apparently, sassy-mouthed school teachers looking for an escape. She’s not from around here, though. Yeah, she works close by, but that doesn’t mean she knows what kind of trouble she could’ve gotten herself into.
I do my best to rent to respectable people I trust, but I can’t control the random people that hang out close by or drive through. Plus, there are a handful of rentals in the surrounding areas that aren’t mine.
There are some sick motherfuckers in this world. You never know who you’re going to come across.
And after seeing who she came across that night, I no longer regret finding her. Ben is a dumbass when it comes to women. He’s been breaking females’ hearts since the fifth grade without any remorse, and he’s only gotten worse with age.
I may be an asshole, but other than Cami, it’s always been women coming to me. I never go after a fucking woman just to fuck her and break her heart. I can’t say the same about Ben Scott. He’s a fucking savage. I’ve seen him destroy a person in the past and she never recovered.
When I saw Cami about to climb on the back of his bike and drive off into the damn night, I lost it. I knew I needed to get her as far away from that prick as I could. The thought of him alone with her had me ready to fire him and then rip his throat out. It took a lot of willpower not to do that.
But the worst part is, the moment I left her out front of Veronica’s house afterward, I realized that I’m a selfish son of a bitch when it comes to her, because I know she shouldn’t be around me, but I can’t stay away myself.
Me and Ben are a deadly combination when it comes to the same goddamn woman. There’s a lot of complicated shit in our past—some we’ve never moved on from and other parts we never can.
The only reason he’s working for me is because when it comes to my business I need someone I can trust�
��the only place he can be trusted. The second that changes, he’s out of my life for good. Doesn’t matter that we’ve known each other practically our entire lives.
“Shit!” I toss the paintbrush down and look around the icy-blue room, realizing it’s the same damn color as my eyes. I don’t know if it was random that she chose to match her room to the color of my eyes or not, but I sure as fuck know it was random that I decided to paint it this color for her.
I was at the paint store picking up some more white for the kitchen, and suddenly, I was walking out the door with two gallons of her color instead.
It pisses me off. This will be the first and last time that I let a tenant persuade my design decisions. I’m not sure why I let her to begin with.
Walking to the kitchen, I grab a beer, toss the cap aside, and do my best to transfer my thoughts to something else. Any-fucking-thing will do. If I let myself picture Ben on top of Cami for one more second, I’m going to end up at his house doing something I might regret the rest of my life.
“Shit. This is messed up.” It’s been a while since I’ve let Ben get to me this way. The prick didn’t even have to say he planned on fucking her that night, because the crooked smile on his face when I showed up said it all.
Cami might’ve thought he was a gentleman to offer her a ride home, but the real ride he had in mind would’ve come after they arrived back at Veronica’s.
Not happening.
Needing some air, I step outside and light a cigarette, noticing the lights are off next door and Peter’s truck is still gone. It’s been gone since last night, so I’m pretty sure Cami is alone for the weekend, and we all know what happens when someone who just got screwed over by someone they care about is left alone.
Fuck Ben.
Douglas is the one who should worry about me now.
Tossing my cigarette, I make my way across the lawn and knock on the door, not giving a shit at the moment about the consequences.
She may hate me, but she doesn’t hate my body. I have no problem with her taking that hatred out on me in the bedroom.
“Just a minute!” she yells.
A few seconds later the door opens to Cami dressed in a pair of black, cotton, boyshort panties and a white tank top with no bra. My dick jerks beneath my jeans at the sight of her hard nipples beneath the thin fabric.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” she asks, trying her best to sound as if I’m the last person she wants to see, but considering she came to the door dressed like that says otherwise.
“At least I had the decency to knock.” I point out, watching as her eyes lower to the bulge in my jeans. “What the fuck were you thinking the other night, Cami? Were you going to let him fuck you.”
“Excuse me?” She steps outside, bringing her angry green eyes up to meet mine. “What the hell is your problem? Not that it’s any of your business, but no. I wasn’t going to let him do anything to me. He offered me a ride home and I accepted it.”
“You don’t know, Ben,” I say, my voice clipped. “But you were willing to get on his bike and assume he’d take you home without wanting anything in return. He’s an asshole, Cami.”
“So are you,” she says, pointing a finger in my chest. “Or did you forget?”
I take a step closer and stop. She has no idea I’m getting turned on more and more by the second. Her sassy mouth is about to set me off. “Oh, I didn’t forget. How can I when you remind me every time I see you?” I move in closer again, this time not stopping until our bodies are touching. “But I’d rather you fucking show me.”
“You want to see how big of an asshole I think you are? Fine.” She steps back and grabs the door to shut it in my face, but I put my arm out and stop it.
She swallows, her eyes locking with mine. I silently step into the house and back her body up with mine until there’s room for me to shut the door.
“There are other ways of you showing me, Cami.”
“Yeah?” She breathes unsteady as I run my thumb over her bottom lip, watching as it slightly trembles beneath my touch. “How?”
Instead of answering her, I show her by backing her against the wall and pressing my hard cock between her legs. “Show me.” I grab her hands and press them against the wall. “Be rough with me.”
She looks up at me, her breaths coming out fast and hard, before she yanks her hands from my grip and reaches up to push my jacket off.
Before she can remove my shirt too, I grab her hands, stopping her. I need her to know what she’s getting herself into. “You go for my shirt and there’s no stopping me. I will fuck you, Cami. And the way I fuck is nothing compared to what you’re used to with Douglas. I guarantee it. I like it rough and deep. Can you handle that?”
I release her arms, and without a word, she reaches for my shirt again, yanking it over my head, our eyes meeting the moment my shirt hits the floor. “After the week I’ve had… I’m willing to find out. Just this one time,” she adds. “This will never happen again. Got it?”
“That’s the idea, Cami.” I place my hand on her stomach and move it down the front of her panties, growling under my breath when I feel how wet she is for me. “Just this once.”
She throws her head back and moans out when I slip two fingers inside of her, slowly moving them in and out to get her ready for my cock. After pumping in and out a few times, I squeeze in a third finger and push them in as deep as they will go.
She jumps a little, probably not expecting me to go so deep. “Dammit, Jensen.” She grabs my hair and yanks it to the side once I begin moving them in and out. “Two fingers are enough.”
“If you can’t handle three fingers…” I lean in to whisper in her ear. “You won’t be able to handle my cock. I think we both know it’s not averaged size, Cami. Now relax.”
I spread her legs farther apart for better access. With most women, I’d say fuck it and jump right in, but I knew the night I went down on Cami that she’s tighter than most of the women I’ve been with.
Something tells me Douglas is one of only a few. Maybe even none. And there’s no way Douglas is as big as I am. There’s also no way he fucked her as hard as I plan to.
She’s going to want to hurt me once she feels the pain of having me inside her.
I pump my fingers in and out of her a few more times, before pulling them out and sucking my fingers clean. I didn’t know it was possible, but her taste has my dick hardening even more. “Fuck, I love the way you taste, Cami.”
She shivers against me, just as turned on and needy as I am. I yank her panties off and toss them aside. I don’t want anything to hold me back from getting in her. With one hand working her clit, I use my other to undo my jeans.
“Take my jeans off, Cami.” My lips brush hers as she moves in to undo my jeans, but I quickly move away before I can do something I shouldn’t.
Once I’m standing here in only my boxer briefs, I look Cami over, before undoing the three buttons at the top of her tank top and then ripping it the rest of the way open. The fabric is so thin it doesn’t take much force.
She watches me, her perky breasts quickly rising and falling as I grab the condom from my jeans and struggle to roll it over my dick. I hate wearing condoms, because most of them aren’t made for my size. But that’s not going to slow me down when it comes to Cami.
I’ve been wanting inside her since the day she burst through the front door of my property unannounced and demanded I let her move in. I want inside of her more now than ever.
Grabbing her thighs, I lift her up and position myself at her entrance, slowly entering her inch by inch until I’m halfway inside of her.
Fuck, she’s tight.
“Are you ready?”
She nods and digs her nails into my back, preparing for me to take her all the way.
“Shit, I’m going to stretch you, Cami.”
Her nails dig deeper into my flesh at the thought, and it has me so fucking turned on it’s hard for me to take it easy as I slowly pu
sh inside of her, stopping once every inch of me is buried inside her pussy.
Stilling my hips, I flick my tongue out to swirl around her right nipple, before sucking it into my mouth and gently biting it. Her thighs squeeze me hard, letting me know she enjoys nipple play. Either that, or it’s just my mouth she enjoys, no matter where it’s at. I’ll take it either way.
I move my hips a little and she releases a small whimper, letting me know that it still hurts.
Gripping her ass cheeks, I squeeze them in my hands and gently bite her neck, wanting to distract her until she’s adjusted to my size.
Once her grip on my shoulders loosen, I begin moving in and out of her, us both moaning out in pleasure as I fuck her slow and deep, rolling my hips in and out.
“Where’s your bedroom?” I question against her neck. As much as I’d like to fuck her in every room of this house, I want to fuck her in the bed she’ll be sleeping in for the next two weeks instead. It may be wrong, but I want her to think about me inside of her when she crawls into bed each night.
I don’t want her thinking about Douglas, or Ben, since that fucker has managed to get her attention. She’s bound to run into him at some point or another if she’ll be renting from me.
“Down the hall,” she says in a breath. “First door on the left.”
I continue to move inside of her, bumping into things on the way to get to her room, because there’s no way I can stop right now. She feels too damn good.
Once we make it to her room, I shove the door open and slam her against the wall, thrusting into her while biting the front of her throat. “I can’t hold back anymore, Cami. You better hold on tight.”
“I can handle it,” she says stiffly. “I’m not as fragile as you think.”
“We’re about to find out.” Not holding back, I thrust into her hard and deep, moving her body up the wall each time I take her.
The louder she screams, the harder I fuck her. I’ve been waiting for this for too long. I’m going to make sure she never forgets the way my cock makes her scream. I want my cock to own her fucking pussy, as wrong as that is. This is supposed to be a one-time deal. That’s how it works with me, yet I don’t want her wanting another man inside of her.
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