“And where’s that Cameron?”
“Beside me, with me, beneath me….” He accented each position with a pillow soft kiss on her lips.
“What about my contract?” She look up into his eyes and raging need stared back. The heat in his eyes made her insides melt.
“We’ll leave RSE at RSE. This is about us.”
Sydney climbed on his lap straddling his body, letting the white fabric cascade around him. “I’m not too heavy am I?”
“Not at all.” His large hands massaged her back then gripped her butt. His mouth kissed between the valley of her breast, he brushed back the lapel of the rob and his eyes triple in size. “Where are your clothes woman?”
Sydney laughed, “In the bedroom. Should I put them back on?”
“Hell nah!”
Cameron lowered the rob off her shoulders with his eyes surveying her naked body. His scorching gaze made her cover her breasts with an arm by reflex.
“Oh no you don’t baby.” He peeled her arm away and latched on to her bud. He cupped the underside, suckling one and teasing the other until they were rock hard. She gripped his head closer as he feasted like a starving man.
She gripped the back of the couch and rocked her body closer. He shifted beneath her rubbing his manhood against the source of her agony. He wasn’t the only one going insane. From the moment they crossed paths at S&J, he was all she could think about. His intense gaze fueled every word she sung in the booth. A delicious shudder shot through her at the thought of knowing she’d finally have what she’d craved, what she wanted, Cameron Carter.
He pulled back, their lips met in a wet and heated explosion. She gripped his ears, nibbling on his full lips. He palmed her butt and press their bodies together. The only thing separating them were his pants. She slipped her hands between them and grabbed his thick bulge.
His eyes rolled back. “Are you ready for this baby?”
“I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you.”
He flipped her over on her back with the strength of ten men. Not phased by her fuller body and she wrapped her thick legs around his waist.
“You don’t want it more than I did.” He said, as his body heat seeped into hers. She scrambled to unbutton his shirt. Popping buttons here and there. He removed his shirt and she reach for his belt.
“Let’s take this to the room.”
Cameron scooped her up and covered the distance to her room without thought. He had a very naked Sydney in his arms and in moments he planned to be deep inside the warmth of her body.
“I can walk.”
“This is much faster.”
He lowered her to the bed. Lust burned his brain and he could think of nothing else. Nothing but her sweet, forbidden body. He’d take his time and pleasure every inch of her. Keeping women at a distance made this moment worth the wait.
Urgent with need Cameron tossed his wallet on the nightstand after removing the protection. He stood at the end of the bed. A replay of his nightly dream about her unfolded before him.
“Unbraid your hair.”
He unbuckled his belt, then his pants as Sydney rustled her hands through her thick brown hair. His pulse quickened as she leaned back against the pillows. His johnson pointing them in the right direction.
“Take off the rob.”
He’d never seen a more beautiful sight. Her body twisted and turned on the bed, hot and ready for him. Her hands gripped her full breast.
“That’s for me to do.” He climbed in the bed as it buckled under his weight. He trailed his tongue up the length of her leg. Nibbling behind her knee. He kissed his way up her thighs, settling his shoulders behind her luscious thighs. He inhaled, the sweet aroma let him know she was ready.
“Cameron.”
His thumbs parted the wet folds of her flesh, she gasped and his tongue began an intimate quest. He teased, suckled, and licked until he felt her legs quiver. But his mouth didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. Knowing he could inflict a little of the torture he’d experience since Austin was enough to make him burst.
She pleaded with him to fill her, but not yet. Her sounds only fed his need to please her. And with every whisper, every moan, every gasp she made herself his.
Then he heard the shift in her pants, sucking for air, gripping the back of his head. A firm thrust of his tongue sent her over the edge. Her cry of pleasure sound like a melody made just for him.
Chapter Eleven
Raw, wild need passed between them.
Cameron’s body prowled against hers in the darkness. He didn’t need light to know every inch of her body. His hands traced the curves of her body, soft behind his curious fingers. He held the condom between them and her golden eyes flashed in the dark.
She ripped it open with her teeth and he felt her hot little hands slide it down over his shaft. Then she guided him to her core, placing the tip of his head at the door of her sweetness. He teased her, playing at the door waiting for her to let him in.
“Are you seducing me Mr. Carter?”
“No love, I’m loving you.” He pushed his thickness into her softness. Her legs opened wider and he pressed deeper in long slow strokes as her cries of pleasure threatened to cut their session short.
They moved together as one.
Sydney dug her nails into his back as she held on for this sweet ride, filling her completely. He pinned her hands above her head and rode her like their lives depended on it. Her soft body pent beneath his rock hard chest and abs. This was worth the wait.
She could see the stars twinkling behind her eyes. It didn’t stop her for whispering for more as his passionate grunts mingled with her moans.
“Cameron…baby…”
“Let me hear you sing….”
And she did, a hoarse cry from the depth of her soul erupted, pleasure exploded robbing her of every thought but him. She felt his body tense then an animalistic grunt showered over them.
He tumbled to her side pulling her body against his.
He’d just made her his.
Sydney laid awake as he slept soundly beside her. Don’t get your hopes up. Enjoy it for what it is. You’re just having a good time. None of this line of dialogue was helping her. He ravished her body all night. And while he slept like a baby, she was a mess.
The last five years she spent getting to know herself. And what she knew more than anything was she had a bad habit of clinging on to people. It wasn’t her proudest moment. But it was something that made clinging to music, clinging to drugs, clinging to no good men easy. Even when it resulted in disasters.
Did clinging to good men count? Yes!!! Clinging to good men was worse than the bad ones. The good ones made it harder to let go. To separate physical pleasure from her heart.
Man was she a wreck.
“Do you prefer Sydney or Lady Bird?” He said out of no where.
“You’re up?”
He nodded and chuckled at her. “Yes.”
“How long have you been awake?”
“Long enough to hear you talking to yourself.” He smiled and chuckled.
She playfully smacked his chest. “That’s not nice Cameron.”
“Talk to me baby.”
“I promise you don’t want to hear the craziness going on inside my head.”
“Actually I do.” He opened his eyes and the sincerity she saw made her reach over and kiss him. He pulled her head to his shoulder and kissed her forehead.
“What do you want to know?”
Cameron thought about her question. He wanted to know everything. Anything to help him piece together the moment it happened. That she’d wiggled her way pass his defense or the moment he’d willingly let her in. Because right now, it didn’t get much better than this. Not music, not inking another deal, and it overwhelmed him. She evoked reds, greens, and yellows in his head. And no one had ever done that before.
“Do you prefer Sydney or Lady Bird?”
“It depends. The choice is more like Sydney and Bird.
Bird was a family nickname. My mom called me her baby bird. She said I would sit and rock singing like a bird perched on a limb.” She smiled. “She’d sing, baby bird, baby bird sitting in a tree, S-I-N-G-I-N-G.” Her words drifted off. “And when Isaac came along it was easier to say Bird than Sydney.”
“You don’t have to continue.”
“No, it’s okay. I haven’t given it much thought. I’ve been so focused on running from my past that I left the good times behind with the bad.”
“What are you running from?” She shivered in his arms. Cameron pulled her closer, placing a kiss on her lips. He whispered, “Tell me Bird.”
“That night.” Her voice broke, and his heart ached.
“Come here baby, I got you.” He pulled her to his chest sending all the love he could to her. He’d searched online. In the end, he refused to read the articles, watch the videos, or entertain the opinions of gossip blogs. “You don’t have to talk about it.”
“No, I want you to hear if from me. But I can’t do it press against your chest.” Her determination showed in her iron straight back. She lean over and kissed him slow, he slipped her a little tongue to make her moan then covered her hands with his.
“I told you about LA. I became a regular at several clubs and open mics. I wasn’t aiming to get signed, I just liked the cash payouts for the winners. After winning for several months, I was approached by One Time.”
“Diesel Armstrong of Southern Sounds?” He asked with deceptive calm. They’d crossed paths a few times. Cameron didn’t care for that dude.
“Yes. He started popping up at every show. Then he started sending flowers and expensive gifts. I avoided him for months then he told me about Southern Sounds and offered me a deal.”
Cameron tensed, One Time had been blown away by her too. A feeling of jealousy rioted in him.
“You good?” She squeezed his hand.
“Yes, please continue.”
“I thought he was blowing smoke. I continued to ignore him until he showed up one night with a check for $10,000.” She looked over at him. “I’d never seen a check with a comma, let alone, five figures.” She shook her head in disbelief. “I was living in a slum apartment in LA barely making ends meet, working two jobs and singing almost nightly just to have dust in my bank account. And he gives me ten stacks.”
“So you signed with Southern Sounds?”
“I did. I signed and my entire life changed. I was moved to a condo, he bought me a Benz, took me on shopping sprees. I should have known.” She whispered the last part more to herself than him.
“Known what?”
“That there was a catch. It was too good to be true. Who was I to come from a small town to the big city and get swept away in La La Land. It was like he smelled my insecurity.”
“What happened next?”
She laid back next to him, wiggling closer. “The album, then tours, and more money than I’d made in my life. I traveled the world and didn’t see any of it. Nothing but the inside of stadiums and hotels.”
He planned to change that. She would see the world if he could help it.
“Then management started stacking my shows. I’d have pre-recorded talk shows during the day and concerts at night. Then we’d record on the tour bus in between. Once recall 72 hours of nonstop stuff.” She laid so still and quiet. What was she thinking? “One night before a show I was so exhausted. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. One Time gave me a pill, said it was like an Emergen-C and coffee mixed. It would help me feel better.”
She rolled over on her back. “It quickly became stimulants to perk me up. Downers to help me sleep. Weed to help me relax. Ecstasy to turn me on. I was taking whatever they gave me. And they gave me anything to keep me on stage. To keep me singing. And Cam, I was miserable. It was like a runaway train heading straight towards me and I had no way to stop it.”
He didn’t know what to say. He wrapped an arm around her. “Where was Isaac? And your family?”
“Isaac was a kid back home and my parents were somewhere strung out. I was sending money home to them not knowing I was feeding their addictions.” She sat up again. “That night I’d had enough. I felt so alone yet I was surrounded by people. Half of them I didn’t even know. All of them living off my voice.” A shadow of rage crossed her face. “I told One Time. And he pushed and pushed. He asked if I wanted to go back to Kansas City and be a nobody. Said no one would listen to my music. That the only thing I had going for me was my voice.”
A chill black silence surrounded them. Cameron had never in his life wanted to hurt a human being the way he wanted to get his hands on One Time. The man was known as a shady manager but hearing what Sydney experienced just placed him at the top of Cameron’s shit-list.
“Can you imagine having all that success and feeling miserable day and night? I wanted to die. So I took speedball.” Sydney shrugged. “It was mixture of morphine and cocaine my body rejected it. I was dead on my feet and you wanna know what he did?” She looked over at Cameron, tears rolling down her cheeks, terrible regrets assailed her. “He had them set up stool and pushed me out on the stage. Because the show had to go on.”
She didn’t value her life, her gift. She just wanted it to end. To make it all stop. “I died that night. But I had enough sense to pray. I prayed harder than I’d ever prayed. I begged God to remove me from that situation.” She felt Cameron’s strong arms around her, she swallowed hard, “They brought me back to life and before One Time could come and get me, I got in my car with the clothes on my back and left LA. I never returned.”
He sat so quiet, so still. Should she leave? Would he void her contract? No one knew the whole story. Embarrassment made her keep it to herself, besides most people didn’t care…until now.
“I’m better now Cam—”
“Shh…baby.” He kissed her, she swore beams of love were dropped into her tattered soul. Her eyes remained open wondering what he’d do now that he knew. Cameron pulled them back to the bed. “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. You’re amazing.”
“You’re not going to cancel my contract?” Shocked, she searched his eyes in the shadow of the dark room.
“No.” He sounded offended. “But I will extend the option to void the contract with no penalty or consequences.”
“Why?” Her voice raised an octave.
“Now your response to my offer makes total sense. I don’t want you to feel pressured into our agreement. I didn’t know.”
Sydney brushed away her tears, glad to finally get it off her chest. She was ready to move on for good. “No, sir. You are not getting rid of me.”
“What?”
“You came with your offer right on time. I needed to experience RSE to see that not all contracts were like Southern Sounds and not all men are like One Time. You gave me back my first love. I have music again and it all because of you Cameron.”
“My offer stands.”
“Well, get ready for it to remain untouched. I’m officially a member of the RSE family.”
“You have no idea what you’re agreeing to,” he chuckled.
“I think I have a pretty good idea.” She smiled happy to have told Cameron the full story. “And Cameron, I’m clean. All of my results are in my phone. I can show you. And I haven’t used drugs or drank alcohol since that night.”
“That’s why you left S&J so fast?”
“Yes, I don’t go to clubs. That was my first night on a stage in five years.”
“You looked like an old pro.”
“I was sort of amazing.” She rolled over to her stomach and kissed his chest. “And I met this fiiiine chocolate brother. You might know him.”
Cameron’s laughter filled the room pushing out all the bad energy.
“Now that you know all my dark secrets, and all my shortcomings, do you think it’s possible to feed me?”
“I think I can handle that, after dessert.” His eyebrows wiggle and Sydney was a goner.
Chapter Twelv
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“Cereal is not real food.” Sydney shoveled the Cheerios into her mouth, in her pink bunny onesie.
“Cooking is not my thing and you’ve said no restaurants. So, Your Highness, cereal and sandwiches are on the menu.” They sat on the deck watching the morning surfers. Sydney had a smile permanently glued to her face. Which meant all was right in his world.
They went out shopping at the area boutiques yesterday. Then came back to hang out around the pool. Today, she asked to do “absolutely nothing” and he planned to grant her wish.
“I’ll throw in a pizza if I get to see you in that bikini again.” He loved her body. He wondered if he’d ever tire of being insider her.
“I’ll let you see me in my birthday suit if you go get some groceries.”
Cameron jumped up. “I’ll be back.”
Her infectious laugh followed him in the house. Cameron threw on some jeans and a t-shirt. He grabbed his keys and jotted her list in his phone. Yesterday they only grabbed the necessities—clothes and stuff to survive. But he’d go to the galaxy and bring back the moon if she asked.
Cameron smacked her delicious tush and went to find his baby some food.
He drove to the area market pondering all Sydney revealed. He reasoned that she needed a fresh start without the dark cloud of Southern Sounds hanging over her head. And only one person stood in the way of having her beautiful voice on his soundtrack, and that’s One Time.
He rushed around the store grabbing everything on her grocery list. He jumped in his car and before he locked his seatbelt he pressed Damian’s number and left a message.
“Yo, Damian, I need The Shark, like yesterday. Meet me in the office Monday at 10.”
Sydney search the kitchen for a skillet and a pan. She placed them on the island and washed her hands. Cameron walked in with a handful of plastic bags.
“Wash your hands.”
She set up the food on the island.
“What do you want me to do?” He asked with a smile on his handsome face.
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