Society Girls: Camari

by Crystal Perkins

  “That makes sense.” It does, and for once, I choose to believe it.

  “Thank you for coming to see me, Lennon. I have a meeting in a few minutes, so I’ll have to rush you out, but I do appreciate you coming here.”

  “Oh. Of course. Thanks for seeing me.”

  “I have a feeling I’ll be seeing a lot more of you.”

  “I think so. If Camari gets hired.”

  “I’m certain she will. My wife is exceptional, and she hires women who are equally special.”

  I still get a feeling Matt knows Camari as more than just a potential employee, but it makes no sense if he does, so I let it go. “I’ll see you around then.”

  “Yes.”

  I know a dismissal when I get one, so I make myself scarce. Matt Corrigan lived up to the stories about him, but I can tell he’s so much more, too. I don’t like that he’s hiding something about my girlfriend, but I’m confident there’s nothing I need to worry about there. If I took nothing away from our conversation, it’s that he loves and respects his wife. I feel even more confident that I’m making the right choice in giving up my vendetta, and keeping the girl who intrigues me more than anyone I’ve ever met.

  8

  Camari

  “Your boy’s here.”

  Ainsley’s message on my tablet makes me jump from the seat, where I’ve been studying. I look around, but don’t see him, and realize she means he’s in the building, and not here in the room with me. I’m not the fastest typist, so I call her.

  “Where?”

  “He just met with Matt, and he’s about to get on elevator 6.”

  “Matt? Shit. Can you have it pick me up, too.”

  “On it.”

  I pretend to be looking at something on my phone when the doors open. “Camari?”

  “Lennon? What are you doing here?”

  “I had a meeting with Matt Corrigan.”

  “Um, okay.”

  “Do you want to grab a coffee and we can talk about it?”

  “Sure.”

  “I didn’t know you had another interview today.”

  “Actually, I got called in so they could offer me the job.”

  “That’s great,” he says, and I can tell he means it. I don’t know what’s changed, but I’m not going to complain.

  We get off the elevator, and Lennon takes my hand. After he turns in his visitor’s pass, he takes it again, and we walk to the parking lot.

  “Where do you want to meet?”

  “Would it be bad if I said my house?”

  “Depends on what kind of coffee you’re offering me.”

  “I have all different flavors for my Keurig.”

  “Sounds perfect. I’ll meet you in the driveway.”

  During the drive, I call Reina, and she fills me in on Lennon’s conversation with Matt. She tells me my mission will continue a little longer to make sure he really has decided to give up his crusade. I don’t let her know how happy that makes me, because I need the extra time with Lennon.

  I don’t know how it will work when I suddenly move, and my wardrobe goes back to normal. Although, honestly, I feel like I’m going to mix the old with the new, because I’m liking this new me. I guess I’ll decide once it’s all over.

  “Hello,” he says, opening my car door, and pulling me up into his arms.

  “I thought we were meeting in your driveway.”

  “We were, but then I got here first, and didn’t want you to have to open your own door, or wait longer for a kiss.”

  “You could’ve kissed me in the elevator.”

  “I didn’t want to be inappropriate at your workplace.”

  I think about all the inappropriate workplace behaviors my friends have taken part in, and have to hold back a laugh. A kiss would be tame compared to some of the stories I’ve heard. I’ll convince him of that another day. For now, I just want my kiss.

  “You still haven’t kissed me.”

  “Let me fix that right now.”

  The kiss he gives me fixes a lot of things inside me, not the least of which is my heart. It’s beating hard, and it’s also soaring somewhere above my head. I can no longer deny that I’m falling in love with Lennon Chase, and I don’t think I want to. I planned to wait longer, but I can’t. For the first time in my life, I want a man more than I want to protect myself, and while I’m scared, I’m also sure this is right.

  “We should go inside before we give our neighbors a free show.”

  “Kissing shouldn’t scandalize them.”

  “I have more than kissing on my mind.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You’re sure.”

  “I am.”

  He picks me up into his arms, and carries me to his door. I take his keys, and fumble the door open as he sucks on my neck. Once inside, he puts me down to enter his security code. A part of me wishes he’d just told me, but when I’m in his arms again, I forget all about my lingering insecurities.

  He carries me upstairs, and lays me down on his bed. It’s a simple platform bed with a deep green comforter, but right now, I feel like it’s the most luxurious bed I’ve ever been on. Lennon stands above me, just staring down at me. I see his eyes take in my knee-length red dress, and black boots that cover part of my calves. I’m dressed up, because I was at C&C, and I’m not sure what he thinks.

  “You look beautiful. Always. In your jeans, and like this, you’re simply stunning, Camari.”

  “Thank you.”

  My heart is soaring again, and my fears are receding. I see the hunger in his eyes, and I choose to believe I won’t disappoint him once my clothes are off. I’m trusting him to be the first man to truly see me when I’m undressed.

  “I don’t know where this is going, and I still want to talk to you about some things, but right now, I need to love you.”

  “Love?”

  “I can’t say the three words yet, but I’m heading there, and I know this is more than a fuck to me.”

  “Me, too.”

  He leans forward, and covers my body with his, resting his weight on his forearms. When his lips brush softly over mine, I whimper. I’ve never whimpered in my life, but I do for this man.

  “What do you want, Cam?”

  “You.”

  “What would you like me to do to you? Anything you want is yours.”

  He doesn’t know how much his words touch me. How no man has ever asked me what I want before. I’m not even sure what to ask for, but I try.

  “I want you to kiss me, and touch me, and slide inside of me, filling me up. I want you to make me scream your name.”

  “Help me get this dress off, and I promise you everything you asked for.”

  I don’t even wait for him to help, I’m so turned on. I push him onto his back next to me, jump to my feet, and get it off in seconds. Because yeah, I want to get off in seconds, too. My bra and panties go next, and I’m bending over to unzip my boots, when his arms come around me.

  “My boots.”

  “Aren’t in my way.”

  He pulls me back onto the bed, and this time, when he shifts himself over me, it’s to take one of my nipples into his hot mouth. His hands cover both my other breast, and my sex. As he licks and sucks back and forth, his fingers find my clit, and I arch into him, needed more from all of him.

  I have no shame right now. No shame in my body, and no shame in my needs and wants. I feel safe, and sexy, two things I’ve never felt when I’m naked with a man before. This isn’t business, it’s pure pleasure.

  “Lennon…I need…I need your mouth.”

  He smiles against my breast, and then his mouth and his hands are moving lower. I momentarily mourn the loss of his fingers on my clit, until his mouth takes over, and those same fingers enter me. His other hand squeezes my ass as I moan, and grab his hair.

  “Yes. Like that.”

  He licks me, sucks me, bites me, and then licks me again. Over and over until I forget everything e
xcept how I feel—how he’s making me feel. It’s more than sex, and more than just body parts responding to each other. It’s a man and a woman connecting in the best way possible. I can tell he likes what he’s doing to me, and I love that pleasing me does that to him.

  Moments later, I come screaming his name. I buck against his mouth, and pull his hair, and again, he seems to love every moment of it almost as much as I do. I don’t think it’s possible for anyone to have ever felt as good as I do right now, but I want him to. More than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life, I want to make him feel good.

  Pushing him off me once more, I tear at his jeans, pulling them open, and reaching inside without even unzipping them. I can’t wait, although he tries to slow me down.

  “Cam, there’s no rush, baby.”

  “I need you in my mouth. Now. I need it now.”

  “No.”

  “No?” Again, he’s denying me.

  “I want to come inside you before I come in your mouth. Let me have that. Please. I swear I want to be in your mouth, but I want in your pussy first.”

  How can I deny him? I can’t. I lie back, and spread my legs wide. “It’s yours.”

  Lennon

  Camari lying before me with her skin flushed, her dark hair fanned across my pillows, and her legs spread, is something out of my best fantasies, but even better. I put that flush her in skin, and that satisfaction in her eyes.

  “It’s going to be good,” I tell her, remembering her promise that we won’t need condoms, and needing to be bare inside her.

  Feeling her walls shudder and clamp my fingers drove me crazy, and I know it’s going to be even better when it’s my dick inside her. Said dick jerks against my open jeans, letting me know he agrees and is tired of waiting. I’d wait forever for her, but I’m so damn glad I don’t have to.

  I’m not a complete caveman, so I remove her boots, and my clothes, before climbing over her once more. I push her legs up, and out as I settle between them.

  “I love your pussy, Cam. It tastes so good. Do you know how good you taste?”

  She shakes her head. “No.”

  “I’m going to kiss you now, and let you taste yourself before I make you scream my name again.”

  She lifts up, and takes my lips, thrusting her tongue inside my mouth while I thrust my dick into the heaven I need to claim as mine. Her moans mix with mine as I bottom out, and stop for a moment.

  “I won’t last long. I want to, but I won’t. You need to help me make you come again.”

  “Yes,” she tells me, covering her tits with her hands, and pinching her nipples.

  I brace myself above her, and let myself go. I pump in and out of her. Slow. Fast. Fast. Slow. It all starts to blur as I feel that feeling spreading up my spine. The feeling of an orgasm that might just rip me in two.

  “Hurry,” I urge her.

  She moves one hand down to her clit, and I feel her coming before I get that second scream we both wanted. I thrust harder, and rougher as she milks me, and then I roar. That’s the only way to explain the sound that comes out of my mouth—it’s a roar.

  As I come down, I whisper her name, and kiss her. She kisses me back just as passionately, moving her hips against mine. This has been, without a doubt, the best orgasm of my life, but at the same time, it’s not enough. I’ll never get enough of Camari, and I don’t want to.

  “That was everything I asked you for, and more.”

  “It was pretty damn spectacular.”

  “Yes.”

  “I need to clean you up, babe. My cum is dripping out of you, and you’re too good for that.”

  “The hell I am. I loved feeling you fill me up, and if I had any energy left right now, I’d be taking you in my mouth and making you fill my throat up, too.”

  My dick starts filling up immediately, and since I’m still inside of her, she can definitely feel it. Her smile is a little wicked as she tilts her hips into mine. God, she’s perfect.

  “Not right now.”

  “Just in case you didn’t know, this constant refusal of my advances is starting to make me feel a little insecure.”

  “We need to talk, and then I’ll happily bring you back here to my bed. Or the couch, the dining room table, the backyard, the shower…wherever you want.”

  “Okay,” she says, but she looks away, and it kills me.

  I pull her face back to mine. “You can feel how much I want you, but I want all of you, Cam. So, we need to talk first.”

  “It’s a good thing.”

  She doesn’t phrase it as a question, but I hear the question in there anyway.

  “It is.”

  I kiss her again to let her know I mean it. She holds my head in her hands, and I slide out of her. My dick isn’t happy about it, and the rest of me isn’t either, but I meant what I said. I want to share my past with her, so she understands things I’ve done in the present. She deserves to know it all. Once I’ve bared my soul, I’ll bare my body to her once again.

  9

  Camari

  I mourn the loss of Lennon’s naked body, even though he promised I can have it back again. At least he left his shirt—which I put on—off, but those jeans are hiding things I want my hands and mouth on. Talking is sometimes grossly overrated.

  “Where did the cookies come from?” I ask, watching him open a container that’s filled with cookies that are obviously homemade, and look delicious.

  “My mom. I met her for lunch today.”

  “How was it?”

  “It’s always good. I love my mom. She wants us to come by for dinner this week.”

  “Oh.”

  “I’ve got to tell you up front it’s a big deal. I don’t bring girls home. You should know that before we go there.”

  “You’re so sure I’ll say yes?” I ask, even as my heart feels like it’s going to explode out of my chest.

  “Once you have a cookie, you’ll be begging me to go.”

  “They do look good.”

  “’Good’ is an insult.”

  “We’ll see.”

  I reach around him and grab a cookie. The first bite makes me moan, and I see his eyes flash before his smile makes them sparkle with laughter.

  “Told you.”

  “Can we go over there tonight?”

  “No. I have plans for you tonight after we talk.”

  “Do you now?”

  He turns and pulls me into his arms, kisses me quickly, and then takes a bite of my cookie. “I do,” he says as I smack his arm.

  “Hey! Get your own.”

  “They’re all mine. I might be convinced to keep sharing, though.”

  “I might be willing to convince you.”

  “Hmm…I guess I can let you have some cookies while we talk.”

  “So giving.”

  “I try.”

  “You are, Lennon. Earlier…I mean, no one’s ever cared about me feeling good before.”

  “We’ve already determined that you’ve been with the wrong guys in the past.”

  “I have.”

  He has no clue, and I still don’t know how I’m ever going to tell him. I know I’ll have to, but I can’t imagine how I’ll say it, or how he’ll react. I guess I’ll find out when the time comes.

  I grab our coffees, while he keeps a tight hold on the cookies, and we settle onto the couch. I wait for him to speak, because I know this is important to him—and maybe me. He postponed another mind-blowing round of sex for this, after all.

  “When I was nine, my best friend and his family moved away suddenly. His dad was my Little League coach, and like a second father to me. I had no idea why, and no one told me, but then I heard my parents talking. They said the move was all because of Jane Corrigan. I heard that, and I hated her. I promised myself I would do everything I could to show the world she wasn’t this wonderful person they thought she was. I also vowed to never care about anyone except for my parents again, because I was afraid I’d lose them.”

  W
ow. The baseball picture at his parents’ house makes sense now, and I kind of get his vendetta against the Corrigans, and his sleeping around. What hits me hardest is that somehow I’ve helped change his mind on all counts.

  “That had to be hard. I can’t even imagine what you felt.”

  “It sucked, but my mom says I misunderstood it. She didn’t tell me what happened, but she made me realize if I needed to give up my anger, and focus on the good things in my life.”

  “Might I be one of those good things?”

  “You’re the best. I mean it, Cam. We haven’t known each other long, but committing to you doesn’t scare me.”

  “It doesn’t scare me, either.”

  “Since I’m in full disclosure mode, I need to tell you I’ve been investigating some weird things connecting the Corrigan & Co. Foundation women with 911 calls.”

  “How so?”

  “They’ve been at the scene of a large number of calls. Many involving injured or dead bodies.”

  “Well, they help abused women and children, so I guess it makes sense.”

  I hope to God he believes me. I can’t argue more than that, because I’m not supposed to know what’s going on. And really, my friends were helping people when they were at the crime scenes, so it’s not a lie.

  “That’s what I kept hearing, but it always seemed like more than that. I’ve decided to take it at face value, and believe what I’ve been told.”

  “Your mom must’ve been quite convincing.”

  “I didn’t decide this just because of talking to my mom.”

  “You didn’t?”

  “I asked my mom for advice because I wasn’t sure how I could be serious with you while trying to bring your employer down. You’re more important to me than some childhood vendetta.”

  I kiss him, and then snuggle into his arms. He chose me. Me. The woman only men who need sex or something else have chosen before. The only thing I have to be for Lennon is myself, but right now that’s a problem, because while this right here is real, so much else isn’t.

  Lennon

  Camari has been different since I talked to her. We made love all night, waking each other up in creative ways when we needed to connect again, but I feel like she’s struggling with something. If she hadn’t kissed me after I spilled my secrets, I’d think I freaked her out.