Only You

by Kaleigh James

  Jack shook his head at Shane. "Help my son get down from there." He gestured to where Brody was still swinging from the zip-line muttering curses under his breath. Jack turned, and followed Eric and Camden.

  Back at the campground, Molly checked out Camden's twisted ankle. "If it still hurts to put pressure on it tomorrow, you should probably see a doctor." She paused, a frown causing her forehead to crease. "You sure you didn't hear anything crack or snap?"

  Camden shook her head. "I don't think I broke it, but I probably sprained it." She chewed her lip. "I'll just stay back in the tent while everyone goes tubing this afternoon."

  "Are you sure?" Eric asked, rubbing her back.

  "Yes," Camden managed with a weak smile. "I promised a true camping weekend, and you will love tubing down the river."

  "I'd love it more if you were with me."

  Eric wiped his thumb across Camden's temple. "Do you want me to help you shower? We're both kind of filthy, and I doubt you'll be able to relax much if you feel dirty and sticky."

  "Yes," she replied. "Thank you."

  "Well," Molly interrupted. "You two go get cleaned up. I'm gonna get lunch started."

  Eric put his arm around Camden's waist and helped her hobble to the tent to gather her shower supplies.

  ***

  Chapter 6

  "Ready or not, here we come!" Tiffany and Stella emerged from Brody's tent wearing some of the skimpiest bikinis Shane had ever seen. Everyone was getting ready to go tubing down the river. Well, everyone except Camden, and Shane was feeling like a tool about that. He hadn't meant to hurt her. He never meant to hurt her, but somehow he always did.

  Lunch had brought awkwardness to a new level. Only Tiffany, Stella, and Molly were on speaking terms with him. Even Jack just looked at him with disappointment in his eyes. That really sucked, because Shane didn't have a great relationship with his own dad. Jack had always filled that role for him, and the look in Jack's eyes at the moment communicated betrayal. Brody was ignoring him, too, but he knew Brody would be over it by the time the first inner tube hit the water.

  Eric stared daggers at him the whole meal, and Camden wouldn't even make eye contact. Shane couldn't care less what Eric thought of him, but it stung that Camden wouldn't even acknowledge his presence. She had to know that he would never hurt her on purpose. Although he had hurt her on purpose once. He had hurt her, and she had disappeared for three years. What if she disappeared again? He couldn't go another three years without seeing her. Not without telling her the truth first. She probably wouldn't forgive him, but at least his conscience would be clear.

  The smell of coconut, and a warm body pressed to his side, pulled him from his thoughts. "You ready to get wet?" Stella murmured seductively.

  He chose to ignore the double entendre. He liked her more than Tiffany. She actually seemed to have a brain in her head, and she was gorgeous, but right now, Shane had a lot on his mind. Not to mention the simple fact that she just wasn't Camden.

  "Sure, hon. Is everybody ready to go?"

  "We're just waiting on Eric," she pouted playfully. "He's yummy. Too bad he's taken."

  Shane fought the fiery wave of jealousy that shot through him. The prick didn't deserve Camden.

  "I can't believe they have been together for so long. I can't imagine being with someone for years," Stella continued. "I mean, we're all so young, right?"

  "What do you mean, for years?" Shane growled.

  "Camden told Brody that she and Eric have lived together for two years. And Eric told Brody that he'd been trying to convince Camden to come home for two and a half years. I just thought that sounded like a long time. She's only twenty-one, right?"

  "Right," Shane replied through gritted teeth. His chest felt tight. She told him she loved him and within six months was with someone else? He tried to deny the anger rushing through him. Had he felt guilty all this time for causing her to run away, when it hadn't been his fault at all?

  "Right on time, man," Brody called. Shane turned to see Eric putting on a pair of sunglasses.

  "Sorry, Brody. I was checking on Camden one last time." Eric's eyes cut to Shane. "Let's roll," he continued. As they headed down the trail to the river, Brody and Eric waved to Molly, who was heading into the camper to relax with Jack.

  "I heard the water is crazy cold," Tiffany whined. "Will you keep me warm, Brody?"

  "Of course I will, baby," he chuckled.

  "Is she feeling okay?"

  Eric looked at Stella, trying to gauge whether she was sincere. Judging that she was, he replied honestly. "Her ankle hurts a lot, but I think her pride is hurt worse."

  "Poor thing," Stella said. "I'm sure Shane feels awful."

  Eric glared ahead. "Right," he answered sarcastically. "I'm sure he's filled with guilt over it."

  "Have you been tubing before?" Stella wisely changed the subject.

  "No. You?" he asked.

  "Once. When I was a little girl, my grandparents brought me. It was fun." Stella sighed wistfully and twisted a strand of hair around her finger.

  "There it is!" Tiffany cried. "Brody, you got us one of the big tubes, right?"

  "Of course, T," he rolled his eyes. The stuff he put up with to get laid on the regular. He was holding the damn tube in his arms, and she was looking right at him when she asked the question.

  "Damn it!" Everyone turned to look at Shane.

  "What's up, man?" Brody looked at Shane in concern.

  "I forgot my tube back at camp." Shane nodded his head toward their site. "You guys start without me. I'll catch up."

  "You sure, dude?" Brody asked. "We can wait."

  "Nah. That's okay. If I don't catch up, I'll just enjoy the alone time on the river."

  Brody's expression shifted to one of concern. "You sure you're okay, dude?"

  "Yeah. Just peachy. Be right back." Shane turned and ran back down the trail.

  Brody shrugged his shoulders and led the group to the river.

  ***

  With everyone at the inner tube launch, Shane found the campsite barren, as expected. He could hear the noise of a television through the walls of Molly's and Jack's RV. Cheaters, he chuckled to himself. They apparently didn't believe in true "roughing it". Shane immediately spotted his inner tube leaned against the side of his tent. He couldn't believe he had been so distracted by his guilt that he forgot it. He hurried to grab the tube, and turned to make his way back to the group. If he hurried, he could catch them before they got too far down the river. He felt badly that Camden was missing all the fun. It was his fault, after all.

  His steps slowed as the ache in his heart grew. He may not be able to win her from Eric, but he could apologize again for causing her to be hurt. The worst she could do was refuse to speak to him. Again. She hadn't even made eye contact with him since "the incident".

  Shane set the inner tube by a camping chair, and turned towards Camden and Eric's tent. He grimaced. The thought of her sleeping snuggled into Eric's side caused Shane to feel nauseated. With one last glance at the noisy RV, he marched to Camden's tent. Pausing at the door, he listened to see if she was moving around. Nothing but silence came from the tent, so he proceeded to unzip the door and duck into the opening.

  Startled by the noise, Camden mumbled, "You forget something?"

  "Yeah," was the deep reply, and the voice definitely didn't belong to Eric. Camden immediately sat upright. Her eyes reflected shock and dismay. Shane's heart sank at her expression.

  "What are you doing here, Shane?" She intended her voice to sound pissed, but the soft-spoken words conveyed curiosity, not anger.

  "I came to apologize, Cam. I never meant to hurt you." Shane wondered if she caught the double meaning in his words.

  "Shane...."Camden started, and then paused. She chewed on her lower lip, debating what to say. "Shane, I just don't understand why you seem so mad at me. Everyone else is treating me as if they at least are willing to forgive me, but you are treating me like I did something
wrong to you. You have no reason to be mad at me."

  Before Shane could control himself, the words were out of his mouth. "No reason?!?! You didn't just leave your family! You left me!"

  Camden's eyes widened. "I left you? I left YOU?!?!? You broke my heart, you asshole!" She moved on the air mattress so that she was now on her knees. The glare she sent Shane knocked the breath from his chest. Camden was confused by his sudden change in expression. He almost looked grief-stricken.

  "I had to, Sunshine," he whispered.

  "DON'T call me that," Camden growled. She was fighting the sudden tears that were beginning to fill her eyes. There was no way she would let him see her cry.

  "Do you love him?" The sudden change in the conversation almost gave Camden whiplash.

  "What?" she murmured.

  "Eric...do you love him?" Shane thought his heart would stop beating while waiting for her response.

  "Of course I love him. He's been my rock the last few years." Her glistening green eyes locked onto Shane's. He swallowed. How could he even think of ruining her relationship with Eric? She looked so happy when she was with him. Jack's words were haunting him, however, and he had to know if there was even a small chance that Camden felt the same way. He closed the distance between them.

  Camden had no idea why Shane suddenly looked so serious, but when he stepped closer to her, her breath caught in her throat. She was frozen as Shane's hand reached up to cup her cheek. Slowly he leaned forward, their lips so close they were almost touching.

  His voice was gruff and sexy when he spoke. "I missed you, Sunshine." He paused and stared into her eyes. "So much more than you will ever know."

  Before she could respond, Shane closed the distance between them and began to kiss her. He kissed her as if she was his last drink of water in a vast desert. One hand rested on the back of her head, holding her lips to his, while his other hand snaked around her back, bringing her as close as humanly possible.

  The sparks running through her body were shocking. She had never felt like this before, and she never wanted the feeling to end. Her logical brain tried to interrupt and ruin the moment, but Camden's heart had taken control and she enthusiastically threw herself into the moment.

  Shane was shocked that Camden hadn't slapped him or pushed him away. Her hands had immediately attacked his hair, causing a tickling sensation in his scalp. When her fingers began to wander across his shoulders and down his back, Shane deepened the kiss. His lips teased hers, his tongue begging for entrance, and when she opened her mouth, Shane was overwhelmed by the most amazing kiss he had experienced in his life.

  Jack was right. This was a once in a lifetime thing. Camden may be happy with Eric, but if Shane could make her love him again, he would spend the rest of his life focused on making her more than happy. Camden's moan of pleasure pulled Shane from his thoughts of the future. His focus returned to the present. A present that included a secluded campground, a private tent, and an enthusiastic Camden. Without thinking, Shane began to lower Camden onto the air mattress, shocked that she was pulling him closer as she reclined.

  He pulled back as Camden's fingers began trailing the waist of his swimming trunks. His eyebrows shot skyward. "A-a-are you sure?" he choked.

  Camden knew this may only be a onetime thing, but there was no way she would miss the chance to make love to Shane Hunt. She smirked and nodded her head, and within seconds, Shane had pulled her top over her head and had pressed his lips desperately to hers once more.

  ***

  Chapter 7

  Shane froze at the sight before him. Camden, his perfect Camden, was in his arms, a dream fulfilled after a lifetime of wanting. She licked her lips, her eyes dark with desire, and Shane groaned as he leaned down to nibble her ear. Camden turned her head at the last second, and her lips met his in the most passionate kiss he'd ever experienced in his life.

  Hesitantly, Shane's fingers trailed up Camden's sides, coming to rest on her lace covered breasts. When she moaned at the contact, his hesitancy flew out the window, and Shane began to massage her mounds slowly.

  Camden was on fire, her body desperate for relief. Shane's masterful fingers dipped inside the cups of her lacy black bra, and he began to stroke her nipples. Camden sucked in a breath at the skin to skin contact. Her hands, which were still in Shane's hair, took an immediate detour back to the waistband of his swimming trunks. Her fingers fumbled when she felt the air against her nipples, only then realizing that Shane had completely unhooked her bra and was sliding it down her arms.

  "Is this okay?" he asked softly. Camden could only nod her head. Her eyes were locked on Shane's, and the emotions in those swirling blue orbs caused a sudden ache in her chest. Ignoring the grief that attacked her so suddenly, Camden slid her arms from her bra straps, letting the scrap of lace fall to the ground.

  "Shane," she whispered, still amazed that he was with her, her fantasy come to life.

  "What, baby?" The term of endearment shocked her, and her response was huskier than she expected.

  "I need you." She paused. "Like, now." Her hand grasped his swimming trunks a third time and began to lower them. She couldn't keep her eyes from staring at the beautiful specimen unleashed by the disappearing clothing. Her hand encircled Shane's shaft, causing him to hiss at the sensation. While Camden began to pump his large, hard cock, Shane lowered his head and took one of Camden's turgid nipples in his mouth.

  The warmth Camden had felt because of Shane's fingers was nothing compared to the sensation of his mouth and tongue on her breast. He paid equal attention to both nipples, and whichever one was not currently under assault by his masterful tongue was gently tweaked and twisted by his fingers. The warm air tingled against the wet peaks, and Camden's core began to tighten in need.

  As if he were a mind reader, Shane's hand trailed down Camden's stomach to her sleep shorts. His fingers slipped inside her panties and found her wet, waiting center. Camden moaned when Shane inserted his finger into her dripping pussy. While his forefinger pumped into her opening, in rhythm with her hand pumping his swollen manhood, Shane's thumb began pressing and circling Camden's clit.

  The electric shock traveling through Camden's body was leading towards an imminent orgasm, and she knew it. Shane was equally aware that he did not want his first orgasm with Camden to be while he was held by her perfect hands. He wanted them united as one. Shane grabbed Camden's wrist with his free hand, and pulled her away from his shaft. Silently, he used the same hand to pull down Camden's soaking shorts and panties. A groan escaped him when he realized she had been wearing a thong.

  Jealousy choked him momentarily as he thought of her sleeping next to Eric while wearing such racy underwear, but Shane shoved it down. Camden was here with him now. She was finally his, and Eric could take a flying leap off a cliff for all Shane cared. He was NOT giving Camden back. The touch of Camden's soft hand on his cheek pulled Shane from his wandering thoughts. Her thumb wiped the wrinkle from his brow.

  "Should I be worried that you look so upset when you have my naked, willing body underneath you?" Her tone was light and teasing, but Shane recognized the uncertainty in Camden's green eyes.

  "No, baby," he cooed. "I am exactly where I want to be." He smirked at Camden before allowing his eyes to slowly scan her body from head to toe. She was perfect...better than he had ever dreamed. And she was finally his. He growled at the thought, a sound that made Camden's cunt even wetter. Shane's mouth dove at Camden's, his tongue warring with hers. He tried desperately to communicate his love and need in that single kiss. Then he slowed his movements as he trailed kisses down her collarbone, across her luscious chest and hard, pink nipples. He slowly made his way down her flat belly to her waiting core. The smell of her desire intoxicated him, and Shane nipped her clit gently with his lips before beginning his torture.

  His tongue slipped into her waiting warmth, and he groaned again when he felt how wet she was. The taste of her desire was an aphrodisiac on its own, and Shane felt
his shaft harden more than he ever thought possible. Ignoring the pain of his impatient cock, he thrust his tongue as deeply into Camden as possible. He could hear her quickened breaths, and he smiled against her nether lips.

  Camden thought she had died and gone to heaven. There was no doubt in her mind that this would be the best sexual experience of her life. Her heart was racing, in the way it had only ever raced for Shane Hunt. She reached down to grab his hand, tugging it up to her chest. She placed his palm between her breasts, setting her hand on top as she pressed Shane's hand flat against her beating heart. She was silently communicating to him that only he affected her in such a way. She felt Shane's sudden absence from below and thought for a moment that her racing heart had scared him.

  She opened her eyes and looked down. Shane's face was hovering above her thighs, his gaze locked on their hands, still resting above Camden's heart. A look of awe and satisfaction was on his face. Camden blushed, and Shane's face transformed into the most beautiful grin she had ever seen. He slowly crawled up her body and met her lips in the most gentle and loving of caresses.

  Camden's legs surrounded Shane's waist automatically, causing his glorious erection to graze her waiting center. They both moaned at the contact. Shane's hand slipped from under Camden's, and he braced his body above hers. Their chests were touching, but he didn't want his weight to crush her. They were frozen momentarily, their gazes yet again locked in battle.

  "God, I want you," Shane groaned in Camden's ear, before his wonderful mouth and tongue assaulted the place where her neck and shoulder joined. The feeling was amazing, and her lithe body writhed beneath him, continuously grazing his erection. The spark that occurred each time the tip of his dick brushed her swollen clit elicited moans from both parties. They were both panting, as if they had run a marathon...Camden due to the sensations from Shane's mouth and tongue on such a sensitive spot...Shane due to the utter satisfaction of knowing that he was leaving his mark on Camden. A mark that would show Eric and any other man that she belonged to someone. That she belonged to him. With a self-satisfied smirk, Shane lifted his face to view his masterpiece.