Heartbreaker

by J. Dorothy

  Well mom, I think I’ve finally worked it out.

  Chicago and this life’s not for me.

  But now I know what is.

  And it’s not here.

  It’s home.

  TWeNTY-THRee

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  It’s been a week. The best week of my life. I am so in love with Cam. I never thought I could love him more, but I do. We have been pretty much inseparable, well except for working and sleeping. We haven’t crossed that line yet. I want to. Boy, do I want to, and I’m pretty sure Cam wants to as well. But we said we’d take it slow. Get to know each other again. Catch up on all that we’ve missed.

  Now, I think we’ve caught up enough. Cam’s taking me out after work. He won’t tell me where we’re going, but I don’t care. I’d go anywhere with him. I check the time on my cell and see that it’s nearly six. He’s been working on a property out of town today, so he won’t be here for another twenty minutes. I decide to use the time to pretty up a bit.

  I bought a new dress. Found it at the vintage clothing store in town. A white tight fitting go-go dress. I love it. I’ve got matching pump shoes and purse. A bit extravagant for me, but I want to look nice for Cam. After switching off the computer and tidying my desk I take my clothes and make-up into the bathroom. Everyone who works here has gone home, so it’s only me. I decide to put some music on while I get ready. I choose my favorite mix and boogie along while I put on my dress and make up my face. I use a light foundation powder and wipe the mascara wand over my lashes. I pucker my lips to apply my pink lipstick then check my teeth.

  “You look beautiful.”

  My heart races at his voice. I turn around to see Cam standing in the door way staring at me. God, he's so gorgeous. He’s obviously gone home first and had a shower. He’s dressed in his light denim jeans with a white shirt, his hair still looks wet. He looks good enough to eat. I smile at him and he smiles.

  “Are you ready?” he asks, his eyes roaming all over me.

  There is too much space between us. I gather up my makeup and shove it into my new purse, then hurry over to him.

  “Are you?” I ask, trying to be all smouldering.

  Not sure if I pull it off, because he laughs at me, shaking his head saying, “You have no idea.”

  I reach up and put my arms around his neck. I snuggle in close breathing in his musty cologne and the scent of soap. I whisper in his ear, “Oh, I think I do.”’

  He grabs me and turns me around pressing me up against the cold tiled wall. Except I’m not cold, I’m far from cold. He bites my bottom lip and drags it through his teeth, sending my body exploding. His hands caress from my shoulders down to my hips, where he rests them lightly. “We need to go,” he growls. “Before I start something, I won’t be able to stop.”

  I can feel every inch of him pressed close to me, and all I want is to move closer. I crash my lips to his and kiss him with every fibre of my being, like I didn’t hear what he said. Because my brain didn’t want to register those words. Ever since his lips have been hovering so close to mine, all I’ve wanted to do is feel them, to lose myself in them. To lose myself in him.

  He kisses me back just as fiercely and I lift my legs to wrap around his waist. I want this and I want him so badly. I can feel his want for me, and I clench my legs harder, still kissing him, caressing his back and wrapping my fingers in his hair and pulling on those beautiful locks.

  Then a far away crashing sound echoes from outside and Cam wrenches his lips from mine. “Jesus, Bai,” he pants.

  I’m still soaring and it takes me a minute to remember where I am. Cam leans in and whispers in my ear. “We need to go. I can only take so much of this, and I do not want to take you here.”

  Why not? Is my first thought. Then I frown. Oh. That’s right. I’m in a public bathroom. In my work building. Crap. Probably not wise.

  I extricate myself from Cam and straighten my dress, which has ridden to the top of my thighs. Whoops. I’m not into public exhibition usually. I’m not sure what’s got into me lately, but it I’m pretty sure it has everything to do with the gorgeous hunk of man standing in front of me, trying to compose himself. I smile at him and lick my lips.

  “Jesus, Bai. Stop it,” he says and moves about a foot away.

  I don’t apologize. Not this time. I’m not sorry at all. I’m only sorry the stupid cleaner or whoever it is, chose to come into the building right at this moment.

  Cam grabs my hand and leads me outside to his truck. This is better, much better. My grin widens as Cam opens my door and I hop inside. I love this truck. We’ve had so many good times in this truck. Good times I want to relive right now. I’m really hoping that’s in Cam’s plans for tonight, because if it isn’t, he might just have to change plans.

  Cam gets in the other side and glances at me. “I’m taking you to dinner.”

  I pout, and then my stomach grumbles. I haven’t eaten much today, just a cheese sandwich at lunch. Cam chuckles as he turns on the ignition and pulls out onto the road heading into town, “I thought as much. I’m feeding you, no arguments.”

  I give a little sigh. And the night started out so promising. I hope the meal is amazing, because it would need to be to top that kiss from the bathroom. I think about it and a smile creeps across my face again.

  “What’s funny?” Cam asks.

  I look at him and my eyes rake over his toned arms and his beautiful face. He’s clean shaven and his lips look a little swollen. I want to reach out and touch those lips again. I want to feel them kissing me.

  Oh boy, it’s hot in this truck.

  Cam groans and spins the wheel, so that we're going in the opposite direction. I wrinkle my brow, wondering what brought that on.

  “That’s it,” he grunts.

  “What? What are you doing? I thought we were going to eat.”

  Cam doesn’t answer. He puts his foot on the gas and speeds up. Then I see what he’s heading for, and an ear splitting grin I can’t hide, breaks free.

  It’s our place. The place we used to go to make out. The old deserted farmhouse nestled in among a bunch of old trees. As it comes into view I want to leap out of my seat before the car’s even stopped.

  I’ve waited too long for this. I’ve waited, what feels like forever, to have Cam back in my life.

  And I know there’s been so much between us, and I know there’s still a lot more to talk through. Andy, the pregnancy, the haemorrhaging from the miscarriage, but I want to keep that locked away. There will come a day when I’ll tell him, but not now. Not when we're so good and everything is so right.

  I love him and he loves me, and that’s all that really matters.

  Right?

  He stops the car and I unfasten the seatbelt and climb over to straddle his lap. He doesn’t hold back this time and we lock our lips together and hold each other tight, fitting together as we do, loving each other as we should.

  I never want to let go.

  I’m back.

  Exactly where I belong.

  And boy is my heart beating again.

  Next in the series ...

  Jennifer Jaimeson's life isn't turning out exactly how she planned. But plans change, and she is nothing, if not adaptable. Now after four years out of High School, things are looking up. Well they were, until Bailey, the ex girlfriend of the guy she's been rooming with and lusting after, arrives back in town. And once Cam and Bailey rekindle their romance, Jennifer is on the outer once more.

  But Bailey has a secret. A bad secret. One that Cam knows nothing about.

  Jennifer may have just discovered the opportunity she's been waiting for, and is set to put her new knowledge to good use, when an old High School friend of Cam's, Tanning, comes to stay, He's hot with a capital H,and nothing like the geek she remembers being mean to in High School.

  Her explosive lustful feelings for Tanning are soon confused with her residual warm feelings toward Cam, and the life she planned to ha
ve with him.

  And that's just the beginning.

  When the father of her unborn baby, Travis, and her childhood crush, and tormentor, Jason, come back into town, things are going to escalate fast. This time no matter what she does, or how she tries to adapt, she has absolutely no control.

  And this time, her messed up life, is about to get a whole lot messier.

  aCKNoWLeDGeMeNTS

  I never think tackling a new book is a lonely or isolated experience, far from it. There are so many people that have been an encouragement and inspiration to me as I continue this journey of writing, and I am never ceased to be amazed by the support of my family, friends and colleagues. So I want to thank you all. But a special mention must go out to, Babs, and Tricia who very kindly read through first drafts and helped with editing and offered very welcome advice. I love and admire you two so much.

  A big thanks to Natalie, Rachel and Lyndy for being my first readers and encouraging me to publish this story. You guys rock big time.

  I also want to send out a huge thank you to the Wattpad community, I don’t know all your names officially, but you know who you are. So thank you for supporting my work on that site and for all the encouraging votes and comments.

  I have to thank my two beautiful children, who make every day worthwhile.

  I love you both so very much.

  And to those of you who chose to read Bailey’s story, a huge thank you for spending some time with her, she has been a fabulous character to write and I’ve loved every minute of it.

  Jxx