by Tia Siren
“Cam!” Owen said.
“Yeah, what is it?” I asked.
“You do realize you will be with a real woman who is your age, and you may have something in common,” he said laughing.
“You always have to see the funny side of everything,” I said, ready to hang up the phone.
Owen spent another few minutes telling me about his date, but I thought about Katie and what I would say to her if she decided to turn up and make herself available. She had every right to be angry with me, and I wanted to talk to her and put it right. But the longer it went on, the more difficult it could become.
Owen decided to end the conversation and re-iterated to reach church at 8.30 sharp and to wear something smart and uniform-like, so I did indeed look like a Navy type, alpha male.
“Owen!” I yelled.
“Yeah, what it is Cam?” he asked.
“Shut up, and I will see you later,” I said and I hung up the phone.
Chapter 16
Katie
I stayed at home all day and just relaxed around the house. I’d tried to keep my mind occupied and tried not to think about the week up until today. I just lay on the bed and had been putting my playlists in order on my phone.
I felt a little upset that I hadn’t heard from Cam for the best part of the week, and I wondered what the reason for that had been? It could have been one of two reasons. Number one, he was not bothered anymore and had no concern if I went around to his place or not. Secondly, he had felt embarrassed about what had happened and had not plucked up the courage to contact me.
I wonder if he’s pissed off with me?
It had been quite an in-depth conversation, and I was proud of myself that I had got my point across without totally losing the plot and bursting into a childish rage. Normally, I would just let my words rip with plenty of F-words. But I had been reserved. Maybe it was because Emmy was there and I subconsciously restricted myself.
Well done, pat yourself on the back, good girl, Katie.
I wanted to go around to see him and Emmy, but he should make the first move because he was supposed to be the more mature one from the two of us. And, it didn’t feel that way when I had spoken to him. I thought he’d been joking, and maybe he had been. God, but the more we had spoken, the more the conversation seemed to get out of hand. A lover’s tiff, maybe?!
If I had gone around, it would have shown that I was desperate. And chasing after Cam, regardless of the situation, would have let him know he could do anything and I would cave after a couple of days. That’s not to say I wouldn’t chase him; I would, but not this time. Damn, he could put some effort into the relationship for once, or at least first. I wanted to see if he could be the one to make the initial move to reconciliation.
I finished sorting all my music on my phone and noticed I had received a text from Cam. Hmm, how ironic, I had just been dissing him and up pops a message from the naughty soldier.
I wonder if he wants to apologize?
I looked at the phone and read his text. Hmm, he’d asked what I was doing tonight. I wonder if he wanted to make it up with me? He’d taken his time, but if he did it right, it would all be worth it.
I wanted to play a little cool and not to seem over anxious, so I did not reply. I lay down, closed my eyes and imagined what it could be like once I reached his house. I would dress in something sexy and flirty just to drive him wild as always. Then, I would casually walk up the road and knock on his front door while seductively leaning against the door frame of the door with one leg raised and one rested on the wall.
I pictured Cam, in my imagination as he walked to the door in just his shorts, his body rippling and his muscles flexing. His huge cock bulging as he opened the door.
“Hi there, Cam,” I said. “You wanted me for something?” I said, running my finger across my lips to entice him.
Cam would look at me and say. “Of course, come on in, Emmy is asleep, I wanted to see you all week.”
“Have you been exercising Cam? Your body is all moist, and it glistens in the light?” I asked, placing myself on the couch and removing my jacket.
I wouldn’t wear a bra on purpose, and he would continually look at my nipples as they got hard from his gaze. Mhm.
“Katie, I want to make it all up to you. It was my fault and I want to make love to you to prove it,” Cam said.
I pictured him slowly stripping me butt naked and placing me on the couch before he ravaged me. I would forgive him and embrace him and give him the best love I had inside of me, and then, we would have the best make-up sex possible. It would all be back to normal.
Come on Katie, back to the real world.
After I had imagined what would happen, I began to follow the steps I’d just thought about. It appeared to be a plan, but it was not a plan in the slightest. It was more like what I wanted to happen. I stood in my closet and chose some appropriate clothes that made me look sexy. If Cam wanted to have sex, these would get him to feel horny and make him unable to resist me. And, if he just wanted to hang out with Emmy and me, these clothes would be comfortable enough.
A win, win situation for both of us.
I showered and doused myself in just the right amount of seductive perfume, the slight woody scents just softly flowing from my neck, so he would be unable to resist.
I got dressed and walked up the street as I had imagined it.
So far so good. When do we have sex? Lol!
I walked up the driveway and breathed deeply and clearly. I knocked on the door and stood in the most provocative position I had imagined, one that would be the best to really catch his attention.
“Hey, what are you doing here?!” Cam asked as if taken by surprise.
“I just got your text about tonight, so I came straight over to see what it was all about. I guessed you wanted me to come around and give some assistance with Emmy, or maybe you wanted to hang out for a while?” I said as I entered the house and walked toward the living room.
He looks beautiful!
“No, there must be a little confusion, I wanted to see if you were available to babysit Emmy tonight?” he answered and walked to the kitchen and fixed Emmy’s bottle.
Blue denim jeans, Yum!
Shock raced through my mind when I realized that he had not even mentioned the conversation we had earlier in the week. I wondered if he had forgotten it already. It might have been easier if he ignored the fact that we had it. And now, he wanted to just contact me and see if I could bail him out and babysit for him.
Ugh, Cam. You’re an ass sometimes.
“I take it that you’re going out?” I asked and sat on the couch without removing my jacket.
I felt stupid and embarrassed inside over the fact that I had totally gotten it wrong. This was nothing like what my imagination had taken me past. If that path of events had happened, I would have been naked by now on the couch, and we would be having exquisite makeup sex. But I’m now just looking at a night of a babysitting.
What the fuck! Now I want to swear. Lots!
“So, where are you going, if you don’t mind me asking?” I said, slightly pissed and infuriated.
“I have to meet someone with Owen. He wanted me to do him a huge favor,” he said with his perfect eyes.
“Ah, so it is a date? A blind date?” Well, who is it? Anyone, I know?” I asked.
“No, I have no idea who it is. He just called this afternoon about it and asked if you were available to sit with Emmy.”
“I see,” my heart jumped and beat faster.
Cam looked at me endearingly. “There is no need for you to get jealous; it’s nothing and I did not want to go. Plus, it’s just Owen. He’s my best buddy, and that’s what we do,” he explained.
He fucked me last weekend and took my virginity. And as soon as Owen asks him to go with another woman, he’s off like a shot. Did Owen, his buddy, expect him to fuck her as well, or would it only be for drinks?
I tried my best to hide it, but I
couldn’t. But, I did control it better than I expected to. I shrugged my shoulders as my first response to Cam’s statement and just said everything as I saw it.
“Well, it is no sweat. If you can see someone else for whatever reason, I can do the same thing,” I replied. “In fact, I have the very opportunity to do so.”
Fuck you, Cam. I was supposed to be yours from now on, no one else’s.
Cam looked at me. “Katie, there is no need to read too much into it. It means nothing, and nothing will happen.”
“It’s alright, don’t sweat it. I was asked out again. And so, if you can see someone else, I might just now take the chance as well, and do the same,” I replied.
“Who is it?” Cam asked as he looked into my eyes for a real reaction to what I was saying.
“Your favorite friend, you know him quite well,” I answered, “And last time you saw him, you broke his nose.”
I had started to lie big time now. I had not even seen Peter, and I still had not gotten my bag back from the creepy guy, but I knew this was one person who would get a reaction from Cam.
“Please tell me it’s not Peter?” Cam asked with a concerned look.
“I bumped into him the other day when he gave me my bag back, and he asked me out again. I said I would think about it. Um, and now it looks like my mind has been made up for me,” I stated with a grin on my face.
I could see the change in Cam's expression. The tone of his voice changed from calm to a little angry, to say the least.
“Katie, you must be out of your mind to even consider going back with him,” Cam snapped. “Do you fully understand what would happen if you did go back out with him?”
“He said he wanted to make up with me and he was sorry for the way everything happened, and the way he acted. He said it was because he just didn’t understand the situation. But what happened with us last weekend, now obviously that all that has changed. So there is no confusion,” I explained in detail.
“Geez, that will be the fucking worst mistake of your life if you do that. The guy is a creep. Katie, and if I have to save you again, it won’t be just a broken nose he gets,” Cam said defensively.
I could see he had become infuriated, but he remained calm. I could understand why he had become a twice-decorated war hero. He was calm under fire, and he can dish out the shit when needed, and he would be relentless until he was safe or he had his victory. Even though he was a Navy SEAL and a war hero, I’d found I could stand up to Cam, because he had a weakness, and he did not want to admit it. That weakness was me. No matter what I said, I knew deep down he wouldn’t hurt me.
“Cam, I have news for you. You’re not my dad, so you have no right to say what I can do and what I can’t do, you got that?” I said in my tone.
“Do it, and you will regret it. You would be plain crazy to even think about it,” he retorted.
“Well, that would be my decision and no one else,” I said as I stood up from the couch.
“Ha, I think your bluffing,” Cam said, walking around the kitchen counter.
“Why would I want to bluff about something like that? It's not going to change anything, is it?” I said and walked in a huff.
“I think you’re doing a bit more than bluffing. I believe that you’re out and out lying about it,” Cam said, standing at the end of the counter.
“You can think what you want, but that’s the way it is. And unfortunately, if you can’t accept that he wants me, well, Cam Cross, that is your fucking problem and not mine!” I was seething with anger.
“Now I know you’re lying, and I reckon you’re only doing it because I’m going out with Owen tonight,” he said.
I was pissed, but I was fighting hard to keep my composure. God, it was me (a little twenty-year-old) up against a decorated SEAL, for fuck’s sake. And you couldn’t write this sort of story; who would believe it?
I shrugged again as I’d hit a blank spot; any more and I would repeat myself, and he would know I was lying. But he already did.
Cam approached me without speaking, and we stood toe to toe. He did something that was unexpected. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. As soon as the smell of his masculinity hit me, I had forgiven him. But I couldn’t tell him this, he would know he had won.
He hugged me and held me and then placed his hands on my arms as he spoke to me and gazed into my eyes.
“Katie, please listen to me. What I will say is that I have no interest in anyone else,” he said.
“Okay,” I replied, relieved.
“Please, believe me. Owen badgered me for nearly an hour before I agreed. You’re the only person I care about at the moment,” he continued to say.
My heart felt as though it was dancing on a cloud.
“So, what happens now?” I asked.
“Well, if you could please stay and babysit Emmy, I promise I will more than make it up for it when I get home, and it won't be late, or at least that’s what Owen said.”
“Alright, I will do it, even if it is not for you. I will do it for Emmy. Cam, I will hold you to your promise. You better do as you say when you get home,” I said, hugging him back, missing him already.
“I have never been so certain about anything,” he said, pulling me even closer to his manly chest.
Cam, you better keep your promise, for your sake and for mine…
Chapter 17
Cam
As always, I arrived on time and Owen was late. Fuck, 8.20 pm I arrived, expecting him to be there at 8.30 as arranged. He strolled in at 8.50 pm. Christ, it was a bad start to an evening I had not wanted in the first place.
“Do you own a watch?” I said as Owen climbed into the car.
“I like to be late. It keeps everyone guessing, will he, or won't he?” Owen laughed.
“Well, it is a case in point. You are setting to your new values,” I said grinning.
“Chill, it was her who chased me, not the other way around. I have nothing to lose, not even my self-respect,” he said. I laughed at his larger-than-life grin.
“You will never change, and God help me for saying it, I hope you never do!”
“Hooyah. Do you have any idea where this Dougherty’s Irish bar is?” Owen asked.
My head snapped to look at Owen. “I don’t believe you. You’re unreal. You know that?” I really couldn’t believe he could be so disorganized.
“I will have to call and ask for directions,” Owen said with a smile.
“You do that!”
Owen called his new woman Debbie and asked her where the bar was situated. Owen still had no idea once she had told him, and I wondered how he ever managed in the Navy to find where he should be going.
It is like Gulliver Travels, being with Owen fucking Hardwick.
“She said it’s down by that new shopping strip on forty second and third. You know where that is?” Owen asked as he turned the radio on and started singing, off tune, to some hometown hillbilly song.
We arrived in the parking lot of the bar at 9.30 pm and it seemed as if Owen was the only one who was not overly concerned about being over thirty minutes late. As we sauntered across the parking lot, the faint sound of Irish music filled the air. Once the doors had been opened, it was nowhere near being faint. The crowds of people were all facing the Irish band that was playing a U2 track.
“Can you see them?” Owen shouted.
“You’re a dumb fuck sometimes, Owen. I don’t even know what they look like!” I shouted back.
“My bad, I forgot,” he yelled.
“Head over to the bar and we might be able to see from there,” I screamed.
We made our way to the bar and tried to glance through the many people who were there, watching the band that was on the stage. As for the bar’s decor, it was like any other Irish bar in the world, with old photos and brass dotted around the walls. There were musical instruments strategically placed at various locations around the walls of the bar.
“Two Irish
stouts,” I said to the bartender.
I watched as he went off to pour the stout, which he had to do in two attempts. It had something to do with how it settled when you poured it, he explained to me when he returned.
“Have you seen two single girls tonight who look anything like they might belong to him,” I asked the bartender as I pointed at Owen.
“The alcove round the back, a dark-haired lass, and a long-legged blonde have been sat there for a while with an orange juice each,” the bartender replied.
We made our way through the crowd and ended up at the alcove that the bartender had mentioned. The seat was in the shape of a horseshoe, and the seat circled the table around eighty percent of the table and was covered in a dark, red leather.
“Finally, we have arrived, I will apologize because he won’t,” I said smiling.
Owen gestured with his hand toward the dark-haired girl. “This is Debbie, and her friend is….” he started to say.
“You must be Karry,” I said, looking at Owen.
“You know I’m useless with names,” he whispered.
“And directions,” I replied back.
We chatted for a while and broke the ice, and Owen seemed to be either getting on okay with Debbie or digging a larger hole for himself. I wasn’t sure which. She seemed to like him well enough.
“So Karry, what do you do for work?” I asked.
“Dental assistant,” she replied as she bared her pearly white teeth at me.
Fuck, they are unbelievably white.
“You get a discount on those?” I asked seriously.
“No, I use the bleaching thing on a lunchtime, when the dental surgeon has gone out for lunch,” she replied.
“Ah I see, excellent job you have done on yourself,” I lied, wishing I was with Katie.
“I’m just going to the bar to get some more drinks,” I said.
“I will come with you,” Owen said and followed me.
I could kill Owen, and once this was over, I was going to let him know what I thought. I knew why he had come to the bar with me and, whatever he had to say, no would be the one and only answer.
