by Tia Siren
Well done, pat yourself on the back, good girl, Katie.
I had 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. 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 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 laid 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, and seductively lean 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, and his huge cock bulging as he opened the door.
“Hi there, Cam,” I said. “You wanted me for something?” I said as I ran 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 as I placed myself on the couch and removed 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 we would have the best make up sex possible, and 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 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 with Emmy tonight?” he answered as he walked to the kitchen and fixed Emmy’s bottle.
Blue denim jeans, Yum!
Shock raced through my mind, and 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 you’re going out?” I asked as I sat on the couch without removing my jacket.
I felt stupid and embarrassed inside and had totally got it wrong. This was nothing like how my imagination had gone. 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 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.
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 as he looked concerned.
“I bumped into him the other day when he gave me my bag back, and he asked me out again, and 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 out 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 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’s,” I said as I stood up from the couch.
“Ha, I think your bluffing,” Cam said as he rounded the kitchen counter.
“Why would I want to bluff about something like that, it's not going to change anything is it?” I said as I 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 as he stood 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 felt seething.
“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, anymore and I would repeat myself, and he would know I was lying… but he knew already.
Cam approached me without speaking, and we stood toe to toe, and 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, 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 to you 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 as I hugged him back missing him already.
“I have never been so certain about anything,” he said as he pulled 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, eight twenty I arrived expecting him to be there for eight thirty as arranged, and he strolled up at eight fifty. 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 your 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, huge 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 untunefully started singing to some hometown hillbilly song.
We arrived in the parking lot of the bar at nine thirty 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 crowd of people was all faced toward 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. Then 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 was something to do how it settled when you poured it he explained to me when he returned.
“Have you seen two single girls in 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 sitting 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 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 at lunchtime, when the dental surgeon has gone out for lunch,” she replied.
“Ah I see, excellent job you have done on yourself,” I replied lying and 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 as he stood and followed me.
I could k
ill 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.
“So, Cam, how’s it going with Kally?” Owen asked.
“You mean Karry,” I replied.
“I did tell you I was bad at names, sorry,” he replied. “So how is it going?”
“She’s pleasant enough, but not my type,” I said as I ordered the drinks.
“Too old for you, is she?” Owen replied with a giggle.
“It's not that, she’s just, well she’s not my type, that’s all,” I replied.
“I was hoping you could you know, take her somewhere else?” Owen asked.
“Sorry Owen, not this time I’m afraid,” I replied.
“Fuck, there goes my fun night out the window,” he replied as he grabbed two of the glasses.
“We haven’t finished here yet, so just relax for a while,”’ I said.
We went back to the table, and I continued to chat with Karry, and I tightly kept an eye on Owen and his normal rowdy behavior.
Karry started to tell me all about her past, her school and her career and future ambitions.
She would be ideal for Owen. They could talk each other to sleep.
My mind wandered to Katie as it had done a few times already tonight, and I was a little pissed at myself. I hadn’t acted in a thoroughly responsible manner and given her the benefit of the doubt. I had not given her respect as I should have done.
Katie had proved herself to be smart beyond belief, and she was kind and sensitive once you found your way around the rough edges.
“So, what about you? I mean that’s my life story, what about yours?” Karry asked.
“Well for starters, it is not as exciting as yours, that’s for sure. I’m just an average sailor in the Navy, a nobody,” I said without going into much detail.
“Ah, that’s a shame, Owen said he knew a real war hero, you know, one of those guys who has saved lives and all that stuff,” Karry said.
