A Bonus Story to the Love and Repair Series
By
Chelsea Camaron
Full Throttle
Copyright © Chelsea Camaron 2013
Published by Chelsea Camaron at Smashwords
Published June 20, 2013
Cover Design by: Indie-Vention
Editing by: Asli Fratarcangeli
Formatted by: Indie-Vention
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To My Readers,
Full Throttle is intended as a Bonus Story to the Daddy’s Girls Series, however, it can be read as a stand-alone novella. If you want to read the series, the order would be
Restore My Heart -1- Ryder and Dina
Salvaged -2- Brayden and Maggie
Full Throttle -2.5- Jake and Kenna
Beyond Repair -3- Harrison and Tiffany (to be released August 31st, 2013)
Thank you for taking a chance on an indie author like me. I appreciate your support. I hope you enjoy this love story.
Much Love,
Chelsea Camaron xoxo
Acknowledgements
To my hubbub - for supporting my dream every step of the way. Thank you, for ignoring the times I was too caught up in writing and didn’t cook or clean much. Thank you, for believing in me when I couldn’t believe in myself. Thank you, for reading the bad reviews with me to remind me of the good ones. I love you!!!!!
To my Dad - you are everything a Dad should be and then some. Thanks for being such a solid part of my life.
To my Mom- you made me who I am today. Thank you, for raising me to be one tough chick.
To my Mom #2- thank you for putting up with my crazy moodiness over this entire project. New title for you- author moodiness manager lol
To my Bobo- MY BIGGEST CHEERLEADER ALWAYS! I love you, my sister. You are the best!!!!
To Amanda-this is as hearts and flowers as I can manage my friend.
To Renee Peterson, Melissa Collins, and Asli Fratarcangeli, - Thanks for your input in helping me polish up the rough edges. Asli- you save me one comma at a time girl, thank you!!!!!
To the Bloggers- Thank you all for the support and encouragement. The messages asking me when you would get more made me smile and kept me pushing. There is no better support in the indie author community than the love shown by you!!!!!! Thank you Renee (Reading Renee), Breezy (Bs Beauty and Books, Breezy’s Beauty and Books), and Miranda (Mommy’s a Book Whore) for the extra motivation on the days I really needed it.
Here are just a few that have really helped me, but there are so many more.
Yah Gotta Read This, Reading Renee Reviews, B’s Beauty and Books, Sage’s Blog Tours, Mommy’s a Book Whore, Breezys Beauty and Books, A Tale of Two Books, Lip Smackin’ Good Books, Turn The Page, Book Geeks United, Liezel Loves Books, Aries Girl Reviews, Robyn’s Day, and Love 4 Indie Authors. I know there are so many more of you and thank you all for the pimping, promoting, reviewing, interviewing, spotlighting, and motivating you ALL give ALL of us in the indie author community.
To my readers- Without you, none of this would be possible. Thank you for your support. You have made this Carolina Girl’s dream come true. I love you, bunches!!!!! Xoxo
Table of Contents
Gotta Find the Balls
A First Time for Everything
Can’t Sleep
Always With Me
Boiling Point
All In a Day’s Work
Clarity
Leaving Notes
Girls Gone Drunk
Sloppy
No Avoiding It Now
That Pill They Call Pride
Unexpected
Friends
Let Me Love You
Jake Meet Chad
You Need to Mean It
Rather Unexpected
Going Home
Where do we go from here?
Ready
Anxious Energy
Believe It Angel
Wedding Bells
Gotta Find the Balls
Kenna
So much for the slogan ‘one weekend a month, two weeks a year’. Jake has just returned from yet another deployment. His unit in the Army National Guard had been activated again; returning from their most recent deployment a little over six weeks ago. The time has gone by fast, since we have been so busy. Homecomings are wonderful after being so far apart from one another; I just wish we could have taken some time off together.
Jake and I have been together nine years now; seven of which he has been in the Army reserves. We met in high school and began dating our junior year.
When it came time for college, Jake’s family couldn’t afford to help him financially. He decided to join the reserves for tuition assistance and future benefits.
Jake and I are both only children. I am blessed to also be the only grandchild. My family came together to pay for my degree in accounting from the University of North Carolina Wilmington. Go Seahawks!
Thanks to some help from my parents, Jake and I were able to share an apartment in Carolina Beach. Jake worked full time at one of those quick stop oil change places while attending Cape Fear Community College at night.
After graduation, I wanted to pursue better career opportunities in the Charlotte area. Luckily for us, Jake grew up in Concord before relocating to Elizabeth City, in high school. His best friend since elementary school, Ryder, owns a garage in the area. He immediately offered Jake a job, working around his demanding schedule of duty and service to the reserves.
Ryder and Jake go way back, no matter the distance, they have always remained in close contact. Ryder would visit us in Wilmington; boy, he was wild. If I had to describe Ryder back then, one word comes to mind: reckless. He was always drinking, fighting, street racing, and the girls, oh the many girls. Now Ryder is solid, calm, and very committed to Dina. They live next door to us.
The first time I met Dina, was one evening while the guys were working late. We instantly became friends. She introduced me to Maggie, who I am also happy to call a friend. It’s nice to get along so well with them, since the boys all work so closely together. Maggie is in a relationship with Brayden, a close college friend of Ryder’s.
Dina and Ryder haven’t been together too long now, but have a connection that is serious and runs deep. Maggie and Brayden have been together a little over four years now. Something is going on with them though; Brayden seems distracted as of late.
Our life here in Charlotte is fabulous. We both love our jobs, have amazing friends, a great house we recently purchased, and best of all, we will always have each other. The only thing missing is the ring.
Jake
It is beyond the time for me to get the balls to propose. Hell, I bought the ring eight months ago, while on deployment. Ryder picked up the custom setting for me and has kept it in the safe at work for me
. There is no question Kenna will say yes, but damn, marriage is a big deal.
Seeing Ryder so headstrong and determined to make such a commitment to Dina has opened my eyes to possibilities. Not too long ago, I had my ass handed to me by Dina on the subject of marriage; talk about a swift kick in the nuts. She got so fired up when she learned how long Kenna and I have been together.
“Hey asshole, she may not ask for a ring, but that doesn’t mean she lacks the desire for one.” Dina chastised, “Kenna may understand your apprehension on marriage Jake, but that doesn’t translate into her not wishing for it for herself. She has dreams of her own, you know.”
Shit, I am an ass. All these years I have been quick to make it clear to Kenna that marriage isn’t something I want in my future. There is no way she would ever feel comfortable telling me that she wants that level of commitment, as I’ve clearly defined my opposition.
Kenna grew up so differently from me. Her parents have surrounded her in love and security. They have been happily married for thirty-five years. Her grandparents have been together over sixty years. Kenna is the center of all of their lives. She has always been able to rely on their unconditional love and support.
Kenna and I met my first day, sophomore year of high school. Having just been dumped off at my aunt’s house the day before, I was in no mood to be at school. One smile from Kenna, though, and in that moment my troubles just washed away.
My mom had decided it was best for me to live with my aunt until I was eighteen. Her new boyfriend wouldn’t marry her as long as she had a responsibility to me, a teenage boy. Hell, he was only ten years older than me at the time. He felt the situation would look bad for his up and coming career; at least that was his excuse.
Cheryl, my mom, was only seventeen when she had me. At thirty-two, she didn’t look her age and people often mistook us for siblings. Typically, if her man of the month didn’t want to deal her baggage, me, I would be sent to stay with my grandfather.
When he passed away two years before, my mom was forced to take me back in. Playing dad to someone else’s kid wasn’t in husband number fours life plan. David or Jeff, whatever number fours name was, left not long after I arrived. The divorce papers cited irreconcilable differences, but I had overheard him tell my mom the only difference they faced was me showing up at her door.
Ryder lived with his grandmother, Mimi. She offered to let me live with the two of them. My mom wasn’t comfortable with the idea of me being close by. Her fear was that I would show up and ruin what she was building with soon to be husband number five.
My aunt, not so kindly, opened her doors to me. We had a clear cut agreement; I was to get a job, pay room and board, as well as provide for my own needs- food, clothing, and supplies. Those rules came courtesy of her husband number two. On my eighteenth birthday, I had to be out, that was the rule addition from her husband number three. My aunt and my mom had great relationships with their lawyers because they both always benefited in their divorce settlements.
Here we are ten years later and I still can’t grasp why people want to get married. I know I can’t just give Kenna a ring. To ask someone to marry you with no real intention of ever following through would be a real asshole thing to do. Kenna is the woman for me; of this, I am confident. It’s the title of husband and wife I can’t move past. It’s the risk that those titles change things. It’s the fear that things will mess up, costing me the security I have in Kenna. My future is with Kenna. Could I really do this? Actually get married? How do I move past the fears? And that word divorce….it always lingers in the back of my mind.
A First Time for Everything
Kenna
What do you do when the person you want to marry, detests the thought of it? Jake and I share totally opposing opinions on the idea of marriage.
To be fair, he has been honest with me from day one: he never intends to get married. Being young and naïve I thought, in time, my love would make him feel differently. I have never dated anyone other than Jake. In my little girl dreams, Jake and I would get married one day. Why did I ever allow myself the illusion that he would change?
Thinking back to when we met, I still get butterflies. That first day he walked into US History class, as the new kid, I was smitten. Small town, small school, everyone knows everyone; he was like a cool drink of water on a humid Carolina day. I watched him walk past me to his seat and shivers coursed through my body. When he smiled at me I felt the Earth turning on its axis. I felt like the the luckiest girl on the planet when we were assigned to be study partners for the semester. Over time we developed a close friendship with a more than obvious attraction to one another.
Jake respected that my parents were strict. He didn’t bat an eyelash at the rule that I couldn’t date until I was sixteen. My folks were a bit old fashioned. Our first few dates were at their dinner table, in their presence. Never once did Jake give me a hard time about my nine o’clock curfew during the week and even on weekends. He made sure to have me home on time. Always the gentleman, he went so far as to always pick me up and drop me off at my doorstep.
My dad’s biggest issue with boys was that they never escorted girls properly. He would tell me, “Kenna, this is a house not a drive thru, if a boy wants to date you, he will come to the door and greet you. He will open all doors for you. And when he brings you home, he will walk you safely to the door making sure you are inside before he even thinks of stepping off that porch. The little things, Kenna, my baby girl, will show you if a boy is really growing into a man.”
Over time my parents became a little more lenient, realizing Jake was the kind of boy they wanted their daughter dating. Also, I think they were aware of how serious Jake and I were about our relationship and our future.
Even though my parents approved of our relationship, I wasn’t sure they would allow me to go to prom. Much to my surprise, they not only allowed me to go, but also permitted me to spend the night away. Our senior prom was a special night. Jake had been patient with me, understanding that I felt we were too young to rush into sex early on in our relationship. At this point we had been together almost two years. I was ready and wishing for a magical evening, in giving myself to Jake.
Graduation was fast approaching. I had watched many of my friends turn in their ‘v card’ only to learn that college was going to separate them from their boyfriends. Some ended up dumped because a lot of teenage boys were more interested in the conquest than the girl. Knowing Jake was in love with me and was going to Wilmington with me only solidified my decision to give my innocence to him. I knew what we shared was special and destined to be long term, beyond a high school romance.
My parents, surprisingly, let us get a hotel for the night. Really, I think they had long assumed Jake and I were already having sex because we had been together so long.
Jakes favorite color was blue, making my choice of a cobalt blue, fitted, floor length gown perfect for our evening. It was a halter top with a low back, accented with silver jewels. He looked stellar in his tux, with a blue vest to match my dress. We stayed at our prom long enough to take pictures, see friends, and watch the crowning of queen and king.
We left prom not long after that. Once at the hotel, we slowly began kissing, nervous energy consuming the air around us. By this point in our relationship, Jake and I had spent a lot of time learning one another’s hot buttons in foreplay and oral sex. As he tenderly undressed me, Jake trailed kisses across my shoulders, neck, and collar bone. He gently laid me on the bed. Jake started a slow, delicate massage of my entire body, taking in every inch as if burning it into his memory.
Once he was satisfied with how relaxed I was, he gently spread my legs apart. Kissing my inner thighs, he began to run his fingers over my folds. Quickly, I had become primed and ready for him. I cried out wanting him so much. While he was drawing circles around my clit, he reminded me that he was making sure I was ready. Jake had been nervous about hurting me the first time. We had talked, over the course of
time, of us both being nervous in this new experience.
I had heard talk amongst my girlfriends about the pain of their first time. I couldn’t help but tense, just a little, at the thought. As if sensing my mind had drifted elsewhere, Jake took his tongue to me. Working me into a fever pitch, I was quickly brought back to the moment becoming lost in the sensations of his tongue flicking in and out of me. I felt the orgasm building inside me. When Jake inserted his finger, he took to gently sucking my clit. The addition of a second finger was my undoing as I rode though the waves of my orgasm.
As the aftershocks subsided, Jake rolled on a condom, and inched his way inside of me. Ever so delicately he stretched and filled me, allowing me time to adjust. I am not sure what I expected of this moment. Jake pushed through, officially claiming my virginity.
There was only one word to describe my thoughts and feelings. Full. I am full of him, full of love, full of our future together.
After a few moments, Jake began to move. My body acted on its own accord falling into a rhythm with his. I felt the build up inside me, surprised that my body was ready to explode again. Jake was not far behind me. We spent that night cherishing one another and the gift we had just shared.
Since that night, years ago, I have consistently continued to feel full with Jake. He makes my life feel complete. Now, suddenly, I am beginning to question things. How full is our future? Is this all we have? Is this enough for me? For my lifetime?
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