A Haught Date: Haught Brothers Book 1 (A Haught Brothers Novel)

by Leela Lou Dahlin

  He lightly skimmed her neck, stopping at the slight swell above her bra. He lifted his head, attempting to get the answers from her eyes. “Wanna tell me why?”

  “Not really.” She tried to reach out to him with her body, jutting her breasts out to get closer and wrapping her leg around him.

  “Maybe we’ll revisit that later.” He brought her hands down from above her head and allowed them to fall at her sides.

  She looked up at him and watched him as he took a step back to look at her. Her hands clenched at her sides, but she stood before him without cowering. He wanted her to know he liked her body. He didn’t want her to have any doubts.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said as he moved in to kiss her mouth. She tasted like his favorite everything. He nipped and sucked at her lips, trying to draw her tongue out to play with his. She was delicious, and as the cadence increased he wanted more. He used his thumb to stroke the underside of her breast and she moved his hand up to cup her breast while whimpering into his mouth. He allowed her to settle his hand where she wanted it, but he wasn’t doing anything but making lazy circles.

  “Please, Camden,” she said in a voice that quivered as much as her body.

  He was so torn. Something about her screamed vulnerable, and he didn’t do vulnerable just like he didn’t do women with strings attached. Gemmi wasn’t just a single string, she was the full ball, and rejecting her wasn’t even an option. Her eyes looked gun shy, and he wanted to learn why a beautiful, intelligent woman would have to find someone to pose as her boyfriend in the first place, but he wasn’t going to learn that tonight. She was ready, and he was troubled, but not because she stood against his wall trembling and moaning for relief. Overeager and demanding—that is what he would call his need to fulfill her, and that scared the shit out of him.

  There had to be another way for them both to get what they wanted. They both wanted sex, but she wanted help with a pretend boyfriend and he wanted to make sure he didn’t get a real one. The way she moved her hips and moaned made him think of a temporary fix.

  He made quick work of her blouse and tugged on the stiff nipples she’d tried to get him to play with before. His reward—a lusty gasp as her hips rocked, trying to find release. The sheer candy-colored bra enticed more than it concealed. He dipped his head down to draw the hardened nubbin of her left breast and the gauzy material into his mouth swirling his tongue around her nipple. She arched her back, driving more of her breast into his mouth. He bit down lightly on the engorged tip and he wasn’t sure which of them moaned louder, but he’d bet it was her because his cock went from half hard to full iron.

  Straightening his stance, he stood and pushed his knee between her thighs to spread her legs then unsnapped the pretty pink confection, tossing it on the table. The need to taste the raspberry colored nipples that tipped her upturned breasts drove all other thoughts from his mind.

  He bent and sampled the flavor of her skin, pulling her nipple into his mouth. She tasted like cherries with a hint of vanilla. He felt the responding tremble in her body and could feel a reciprocal reaction happening in him. He was glad he’d let her hands go so he could use both of his to play with her beautiful body while he nibbled and taunted her nipples.

  Earlier, when she had put her hands in his hair and looked into his eyes it felt like she could see his soul, so he removed her hands to break whatever link that was. She seemed to get the point and kept her hands to her sides in tight fists. He’d gladly give her the one time she requested, and then return to what she’d wanted from him in the first place. The deeper he got into this with her the harder it was to remember that they were playing a role.

  Unsnapping her, he thanked whoever was listening that she wasn’t a woman who liked painted on jeans. There was nothing holding him back from guiding his hand into her silky panties, trailing along her supple smooth skin straight to her soft pussy. She was slick and ready, and so damn eager for him it made it hard to go slow. He took a deep rejuvenating breath as her hips moved in earnest as soon as his fingers grazed her clit. He entered her with one finger and she whimpered and fisted her hands in his hair.

  He thrust two fingers into her hot silky channel and she rode his hand so sweetly he was almost jealous.

  “Cam…Cam…” The sound of her voice escalated with each thrust, and he knew she was close.

  With one last pull he released her nipple as he stood up to watch her. He didn’t want to miss what her orgasm did to her face. He usually said some words of encouragement to help his partners along, but he was struck mute watching her bite her lip, concentrate, then open her mouth for shallow breaths. He felt the rhythmic contractions gripping his fingers before the low moan escaped and he didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone this responsive…. this hot. She continued to ride his hand until her orgasm subsided, and again he felt his heart jolt in a way he’d never felt before the first time he was with her yesterday. He either needed a check-up, or this woman was more dangerous than he originally thought.

  Either way he wanted to taste her, but he still didn’t think it was a good idea. He’d unsnapped the top button on his pants thinking they were going to get further than the entryway, but he wasn’t sure he should do anything feeling this unsettled.

  He pulled his hands out of her pants and backed away from her. He had to distance himself from the sweet woman who’d come to him for help, but now looked like a half-dressed siren. He thought of things that would cool them down for a moment. One thing he didn’t want to muck up the only thing True had ever really asked him to do for her—take out her friend, be a good pretend boyfriend and not break her heart. He wasn’t sure how to do that. He was hesitant and he sure as hell didn’t like feeling like that. She sank to her knees in front of him before he could figure out a new plan.

  “Gemmi, now is not a good time to do this—” He intended to touch her head to get her attention and draw it to something – somewhere else. When her warm mouth opened over his aching cock under his jeans, all bets were off. The low roll in his belly must have been nerves because they went like electrical currents to each spot she placed her mouth. She wasn’t just mouthing him, she was using her lips to grip him and damn if it didn’t feel good. She kept her eyes on him all while she worked her magic on him. Sexy as hell.

  She moved her mouth over his length coming closer and closer to the opening of his jeans. Camden fisted her hair tighter with every inch she moved up. It almost felt like slow motion, but it sped up exponentially when she reached the top, opened the next button and popped the head of his cock into her mouth, cotton briefs and all. He leaned down and snatched her up to her feet.

  He sat her down on the cushioned chair that was by the entranceway table and was never so happy he’d let True talk him into that useless piece of furniture. He removed her shoes, pulled off her jeans. She hopped out of the chair as he was kicking off his own shoes.

  “Your turn,” she said, looking sexy and happy. She walked over, unbuttoned his shirt and then draped it over the small table he used for mail.

  He was blown away with her beautiful body like he’d seen it for the first time. “You’re so lovely, Gemmi.” He loved the flush that seemed to make her chest and face glow. He backed her up against the wall for the second time that evening, but this time he wasn’t conflicted.

  He took the condom out of his pocket and put it on quickly. Gemmi had placed her foot on the chair she’d been sitting on, leaving her glistening arousal evident. He took a step toward her and she placed her delicate fingers over her wetness rubbing in small circles. He was mesmerized watching her play with herself and found himself stroking his dick while he watched her show.

  “Come on, Camden,” she said in such a sexy voice he released his cock for fear he’d have an orgasm wrapped in nothing but latex.

  “I don’t know. You seem to be doing a fantastic job without me. I’m enjoying watching you,” he said, but he walked over. He took the hand that she was tormenting him with and brou
ght it to his mouth. She stared at his mouth. When he licked her fingers clean of all the sweet juice that coated her digits, she shuddered just a little. He liked knowing he could get to her too. He dropped her hand and kissed the sweet lips he was growing to enjoy way too much.

  She was on autopilot. Her hips gyrated and rotated, and she became grabby. She had one hand in his hair, and the other was touching and rubbing whatever she could get her hands on. Damn, he liked her eager.

  He steadied her and pushed his hard, aching cock into such a tight pussy he stopped a minute to cool himself down, she wasn’t kidding about it being a while. With her back against the wall, and him in the front, she had a surprising amount of wiggle room. He thrust into her slowly while he kissed her.

  She grabbed his ass with the hand that wasn’t in his hair and tried to move him faster…harder. He was killing himself trying to hold back, and clearly, she wanted more. He picked up the pace and she broke their kiss as she panted and moaned. He felt her sexy moan as it danced on all the sexual nerves from his ear to his cock. He pumped harder meeting her thrusts and then he didn’t know who was making what noise, but when he felt her vaginal walls rhythmically contract around his dick he was happy to join her in orgasmic pleasure. He pulled her into his kiss as he released what felt like the biggest orgasm he could remember.

  They stood together, breathing hard and calming down. He could feel her stroking his back and he loved it…too much. He gave her a soft kiss and withdrew from her body.

  He led her to the bathroom near the kitchen and handed her a towel and wash cloth and closed the door.

  “I’ll be right back,” he said to the door. He walked up to his room to throw on some shorts and a shirt quickly, but really, he was trying to figure all this out. He’d never had a woman in his house and even though he broke that personal rule, he wasn’t sure how he felt about her staying the night.

  When he got back down stairs he was no closer to a conclusion to what to do, but she seemed to get that there was a problem.

  “You want me to leave, don’t you?” Her voice was steady, but he could hear the disappointment.

  He dragged his free hand through his hair and caught a whiff of the cherry vanilla scent her arousal. His groan broke the silence in the room. This wasn’t helping.

  “Camden, did I do something wrong?” Her voice quivered, and he wanted to tell her what was going on, but damned if he knew himself.

  “No, I’m sorry. I have to get up early for a meeting with my brothers to figure out a work issue that’s come up.” That sounded lame to his own ears.

  “Alright…well.” She moved to the side and then around him. “Okay…um… Thanks for coming to the rescue with my family and…” she muttered waving her hand between them, “this.”

  He could tell his asking her to leave and the way watching her numbed his ability to respond caused her a problem. He watched her get her clothes together and gather her stuff, while trying to figure out how to make this better. “Gemmi?”

  “Did you change your mind?” She looked so hopeful, but he couldn’t…not feeling like this. “I could…”

  “Not today. I’ll call you to make plans to go out.” He watched her face fall and felt horrible. He usually knew what to say to smooth things over. He was known for being good with women.

  “That’s what I thought.” She snatched up her keys and purse and opened the door.

  “Wait, Gemmi,” he called. She was pretty quick when she was upset. She was at her car by the time he’d tucked everything away to be presentable.

  “Let’s just not talk about this,” she said opening her car door and sliding into the seat. He was a man who was used to talking to women. He loved women. Why could he not think of anything that would smooth this over?

  “Call me when you get home,” he said as she stood back when she slammed her door.

  “That’s okay. You get some rest,” she said through the closed window, and with that she backed up out of the driveway and sped off.

  He stood in the driveway watching her tail lights get smaller and smaller. That didn’t go as well as he’d expected. He should’ve left her in the car, bringing her into his house caused another problem he’d not expected. Even now he could smell her sweetness on his hand, and his body reacted like he hadn’t had sex in months. He knew he was going to have to get himself together before he saw her again and figure out what he wanted but he was at a loss about how to do that.

  Chapter 7

  “So…how bad was it?” True came in like she always did like she was in the middle of a conversation and you just had to catch up, but this time Gemmi knew what she was referring to.

  “Not too bad.” She cleared her throat and put on a good smile for her good friend and boss.

  “My God, girl you are a bad liar. Your mouth is saying one thing, but your face is saying something else entirely. Come on tell Aunt True.”

  “No, really not much happened beside Camden showing up at my mother’s house and pretending to be my never met before boyfriend and throwing Rosalyn into a tizzy because she has a thing for Camden and goes to see him every week at his place of work.”

  “Ha-ha…serves that little twerp right.”

  “No. I didn’t want a bigger fight. I just wanted some peace.”

  “Alright…alright. Then what happened?”

  “Camden took me to a club to dance to get a drink and I…” She turned and fiddled with her calendar, “dropped him off at home.” Gemmi picked up the schedule and began flipping through the pages. Maybe if True thought she was busy she’d let this conversation go.

  “Hmm,” True said while walking around her. Gemmi wasn’t going to look up, she was going to keep pretending she had things to schedule something or work something out.

  “What?” She had to answer True, it wasn’t in her to let a “hmm” go.

  “What happened when you dropped him off?” True asked and she could hear the smirk in her voice.

  “Not much.”

  “Really?” True missed her calling she should be an interrogator.

  “Yes…not really…much.”

  “What does ‘not really much’ mean?” She sat down on Gemmi’s left side and watched her.

  “I just went to see his house for a few minutes.”

  “Well, since your face is so red it looks like you’re about to pop and the fact that no woman has ever made it past those doors I seriously want to get more information, but I guess you’ll share when you’re ready.”

  “You’ve never been inside?”

  “I’ve been inside, but I’m practically part of the family. There hasn’t ever been any other woman there. He has his own special set of weird personal rules. He’ll probably tell you, or you can just tell him I mentioned them. Bat shit crazy if you ask me. I don’t know how he gets women to go along with them.”

  “Rules like what?”

  “I’ll share when you do.” The bright smile let her know she’d love to swap information, but she was too embarrassed to let anyone know the humiliation of what had gone on. She hadn’t ever thought she was a super sexy femme fatal, but she thought she could get a guy who was already in the mood with no one but her in the area to do the deed.

  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  “I have a huge favor to ask you.”

  “Sure, what is it?” True pulled out a box of Heaven, the artistic gourmet sea salt chocolate caramel’s that she’d proclaimed were way too expensive. Now she was worried she should have asked what it was before she agreed to it. This made her think of Camden and how he’d accepted the challenge without knowing what was in store. Had she learned nothing from what she was going through?

  “You know Beau got into a car accident yesterday. Rear-ended by a teen driver who was having too much fun with his friends and not watching the road.”

  “I’d heard about that from Camden. I’m sorry I forgot to say something about it when you came in. How is he?”

  “Thanks. He�
�s doing well. He fractured his left wrist and sprained his elbow.”

  “Wow, that sounds pretty painful. What do you need from me?”

  “For the next week or so…” True was outgoing and to the point watching her drag her feet on this was unusual.

  “Yes?”

  “I need you to help out over at The Haught Spot.”

  “Isn’t that where Camden works?”

  “Yes, he and his brothers Alec and Beau own it. Will that be a problem?”

  “No, I can do it.” Even if it killed her, she would and could do this. She just hoped that it wouldn’t. She knew they were working together with the fake boyfriend things, but it was probably going to be awkward after last night.

  “Thank you so much. I’ll continue to pay you, and you’ll also get paid from The Haught Spot. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your help. I told Beau I’d volunteer both of us to help but then thought I should at least ask, right.”

  “Are you going to be helping out there too?”

  “Absolutely, we’re going to have a blast.” There was the happy fun loving True she knew.

  “So, I’ll need you to go home and get some rest and then meet me there around eight PM.”

  “I’ll be there.”

  “Gemmi, are you alright with this? If not, I could ask a couple of other people to see if they could help.”

  “No, it’s fine, really.” This was the problem with lies, they begat others. One small thing leads to another small thing. The next thing you know your lies are rolling over you like steam-rollers and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

  ***

  “So where were you Monday night? I expected to see you sometime after the dinner, but you didn’t come to work.” Camden turned and found Rosy staring at him with lusty eyes and a lot of cleavage.