“Turn around,” I said, spinning my finger in circles to make my point and added a “Please,” when he’d made no move to act.
Finally, after rolling his eyes he did what I asked.
“Turn the faucet on,” I said.
Mortification couldn’t cover my emotions if he heard me do the deed. Once the water was flowing, I sat with him only a foot or two away and prayed like hell he wouldn’t hear.
But noooo. Fate made me it’s bitch. A little fart no more than a dainty toot of air at the end had him nearly doubled over with laughter. I wanted to die.
My life was not only weird, but humiliating. I farted in front of Cam. What was worse was that my first thought was to call Eddie and tell him about it.
I tiptoed to the sink praying Cam was too busy chortling he wouldn’t look at me. Cherry red was most definitely my color.
“It’s nothing to worry about it, Chrissy.”
Soapy hands or not, I splashed him with water as embarrassment was erased by anger.
“Don’t call me that.”
I turned back and rinsed off my hands.
When I finished, I thought we would leave the bathroom and search for the damn key to the cuffs. I wanted badly for this nightmare to end.
Cam had other ideas. He opened the glass shower door and flicked the water on. It took maybe a second before a steam started to fog up the room.
“We are not taking a shower together,” I declared, prepared to stand my ground. “No F’ing way.” I shook my head.
He didn’t get the memo. Instead, he scooped me up. I let out a squeal as a memory flash from last night shot in my head.
He’d tossed me over his shoulder and set me down in an elevator. There wasn’t time for memory lane to set in as he put me down in the shower.
“You did kiss me,” I said, remembering that much.
It had been hotter than the water and, in my defense, had probably melting my panties off. That was my line and I would stick to it.
He rested his forearm over my head and leaned down. “You didn’t remember?”
“You lied.” I might have poked out my lip a little.
“About what?” he asked.
I wanted to say about owing him a kiss. I thought back over the words he’d spoken after Eddie left. When we’d talked about those missed opportunities between us, he’d said I owed him, nothing more. He’d never mentioned a kiss.
“Fine, you didn’t lie.”
That didn’t mean I was happy about any of it. Yet, I wanted him in the worst way.
The cool tiles he pressed me against absorbed the flames leaping off my heated skin. He crowded me as if he couldn’t bear to not have our skin touching.
“Let me help you remember,” he said.
He stole my breath with a scorching kiss that was red hot in the best way. His free hand molded to my breast squeezing with just enough pressure not to cause pain.
Pathetically, I moaned, loving the way his hand roamed down my body and in between my legs.
A loud thump stopped us short. I glanced down to see a thick bar of soap had landed on the tile floor.
“Let me get it,” I said, feeling a little wicked.
My voice came out throatier than I bargained for. But it was his daring eyes that had my knees bending as I sank to the ground. I reached a hand around him to get the soap and glanced up to meet his molten stare.
There before me, long and thick, was a treat I couldn’t ignore. I snaked out my tongue and easily licked the tip of him without moving the rest of my body.
When his eyes closed as if in prayer muttering a curse, I leaned in for the kill.
I wouldn’t be the only one a pile of need. I dropped the soap and used my hand to help guide him in my mouth and fisted the base of him. I pumped him up and down meeting my fist in the middle as he groaned. There was power in giving a blow job.
His fingers threaded through my wet hair as he began to move with me. I hollowed my checks and sucked as if I could draw the orgasm out of him. Abruptly, he pulled back and a little pop sounded as he was released from me.
The predatory gaze he laid on me would have made me afraid if I knew he wouldn’t ever hurt me. Then he bent down, scooped me up, and flatted me against the tiled wall. I let out a little squeak as he buried that heavenly cock of his, so deep, I wouldn’t be surprised if we were joined for life.
“Fuck, you’re tight” he muttered, but I might have said the same thing if I’d had the ability to speak.
The stretching of my insides was both pleasure and pain. His cock might have won prizes for it size and length. I could feel remnants of an ache that only reminded me this wasn’t our first go.
“Breath,” he whispered. “And take it.”
I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my breath and let it out. As I did, he began to move and desire won out over anything else. The throbbing in my core turned my gasps into moans.
“That’s right. You’re pussy was made for me,” he rasped that sounded more like a growl.
There was nothing gentle about our joining. I held onto his shoulder, digging my nails in as I lost myself in the pleasure.
“I’ve wanted you for so damn long.”
Each word was punctuated with a thrust like a countdown to my lift off and I wasn’t sure if I truly heard him say those words or if I’d imagined it.
He pulled out almost abruptly. I blew out a breath in protest, spinning around to glare at him. He reply was a wordless smirk until he finally spoke.
“You want my cock?” he asked as the damn thing pointed at me.
I grabbed it and squeezed.
“Fuck yeah. Just as tight as your pussy.”
I yanked him forward and grabbed his balls. He leaned in and nipped my lip before pulling back some.
“If you break it, you buy it. But I won’t be in the mood to finish you off.”
Then he winked at me, the bastard.
“Fuck you,” I said, letting go.
“Just the magic words I wanted to hear.”
He spun me around and to brace myself, I’d splayed on either side of my head as he sank back into me from behind. His tethered hand covered mine, tangling our fingers together.
From this new standing up doggystyle angle, I knew I wouldn’t last. In fact the intense feeling was too much. I let out the insanity in broken phrases that only made sense in my head.
“Yes…oh god, so damn, fuck…yeah.. like, ohhh, that.”
My breasts were flattened to the wall. My diamond-hard nipples grazed over the slick surface creating another layer of sensations. I gritted my teeth, unable to express in that moment what I needed to push me over the edge.
As if he was a mind reader, he used his free hand to stroke over my hardened nub. I screamed out my pleasure unable to hold back.
He too found release, pounding into me once, twice as he spilled his hot seed inside me.
I could barely stand and just leaned against the wall. Soapy hands roamed over my body stirring something that couldn’t possibly be, back to life.
“I’ve got you,” he said, nuzzling my neck.
He held me under the sprays and the water rinsed me off. Somehow he managed to comb his fingers through my hair while holding me up. The man had mad skill.
He dried me off as I was still incapable of anything but being cooperating as he took care of me like an infant. He carried me to bed, where I drifted off, sated on every level.
Chapter 4
The warmth from being cocooned in his arms was so seductive I almost didn’t want to wake as he drew patterns on my back.
“Hey there, sleepy head,” he murmured.
I let my eyelids flutter open and gazed dreamily in his eyes. I was caught between reality and fantasy. How was this real?
“What are you drawing on my back?” I asked, drowsily.
He stopped as he answered.
“All the things I’ve ever wanted to say to you.”
The sincerity in his eyes sc
ared me and not because I feared him. I wasn’t sure my heart could take a beating if our post coital bliss was the cause of his words.
I rolled away but not far. Our joined wrist wouldn’t allow for that.
“Why are you running?” he asked.
“You know why?”
Our past was complicated even more so than the Eddie factor.
His sighed. “For the longest time I was sure Eddie was in love with you.”
My jaw dropped. That was the last thing I’d expected him to say. “No way. We’re just friends.”
“I didn’t know that. The only person he ever talked about was you. I figured maybe he hadn’t told you yet.”
Eddie and I had explored the possibility. But after one very weird and failed kiss freshman year in high school we realized we were more like siblings than anything else.
“That didn’t stop you…”
I trailed off remembering one specific night we’d shared together.
“I had a mad crush on you for so long,” he began.
“No way,” I cut in, giggling, and gave him a playful slap.
“Yes way. My senior year I warned all the guys away from you.”
How many jaw dropping moments would I have in this conversation?
“You. Did. Not.”
Surprised filled me, but it explained why I spent the year as a social pariah.
“Eddie kept telling me it wasn’t me,” I said, absently.
“He should know. He helped me.”
I sat up like I had levitating abilities. “I’ll kill him,” I said, already thinking of the many ways I could get away with it.
He chuckled and I narrowed my eyes at him. “Down killer. How will you explain to him you found out?”
That cooled me only a little. It wasn’t like I could go back and changed things.
“It makes sense why the next year, guys started asking me out.”
His expression darkened. “Don’t tell me about it. I know where some of the little fuckers live.”
I shouldn’t have been puzzled, but I was.
“How would you know that?”
His duh expression was answer enough.
“You and Eddie talked about who I dated?”
By then Eddie and I were equally okay being in the friendzone. But he was my best friend and some of the things we talked about were secrets we were supposed to take to the grave.
“I might have nudged the conversation to what you were up to. He always seemed so aggravated by the guys you were interested in. That’s why I thought he was in love with you.”
I puckered my lips like I’d sipped something sour. “That’s gross. I mean I love him, but not in that way. Neither does he and never has.”
“Yeah, I figured it out too late,” he said.
“How?” I asked again, really curious.
He sighed. “We had a man to man prom night. He said he was—” He waved his left hand.
“Going to bang Hillary.” That was the name of Eddie’s longtime girlfriend at the time.
“Yeah her. I asked him about you and he gave me that swallowed-something-bad look you just did and I knew.”
I thought back to that night and how my date has acted like a jerk. He’d flirted with every girl there like I didn’t exist. Thing was, Johnny was a flirt and I’d known that. But what girl didn’t want to feel special on prom night.
“So you decided to seduce me?” I asked, masking a laugh at his expression. I hadn’t needed seducing.
“If I remember correctly, you came over. And now that I know you knew Eddie was going to hook up with Hillary, your excuse of wanting to wait for him to come home was a lie.”
“Yes and no,” I admitted. “I knew you were there and needed someone to talk to.”
It wasn’t like we didn’t talk. We had. He’d dispensed advice to me over the years about everything from teachers to the boys he warned me away from. We weren’t strangers just friends off limits to each other.
“Do you regret it?” he asked softly.
I met his hesitant gaze as if he held his breath waiting for my answer.
“No.”
It had been wild and totally unplanned. His expression had been priceless when he’d realized I’d been a virgin.
“I would have—”
I held up a hand. “You apologized a million times and I forgave you.”
“It’s just, I would have done things differently.”
I shook my head. “It was better that way. I really didn’t have a lot of time to think about what was coming.” I giggled a little. “Coming,” I repeated.
That night would forever be branded in my mind. His hands and mouth had been everywhere in his childhood room, only back from college for the weekend. He’d made me come so hard just from that, I was in another place when he’d plunged deep inside my silky depths.
“You didn’t seem like yourself after,” he said, holding my gaze with such sincerity, I decided to admit to the truth.
“I didn’t want to play by your rules.”
Before he could have broken my heart, I’d warned him off and chalked the “event” as a one-time thing. He’d been shocked and so had I. Though, he’d called, I’d ignored him.
“It was better that way,” I said.
I’d been protecting my heart. He’d been drafted and set to leave college to play in the NFL. How could he have introduced me? As his high school girlfriend? Granted I’d turned eighteen before he’d done the deed.
“Was it? I called you countless times and you avoided me. You stopped coming around when I was home.”
There was no way I could tell him that I’d fallen madly in love with him after that night. He’d been so tender and sweet. Everything had been great until his parents came home. We hadn’t heard until the seconds before his mother had come into the room.
I’d hidden in his closet practically naked if not for his shirt. When she’d left, I was trying to find my clothes when Eddie arrived. He’d called out for his brother. I had to shimmy out of the window and hadn’t made it clear when Eddie found my underwear on his floor.
“I still have them,” he said, reading my mind.
He tapped his finger against my parted lips. “Don’t be surprised. It was a treasure I could never give up.”
“You have my underwear?”
He grinned like it was funny.
“You knew I had a crush on you.”
I narrowed my eyes on him. “Crush my ass. You thought little of me. I saw the pictures.”
He had a parade of women who had nothing but praise and curses on their tongues. They loved to hate him for not committing.”
“That was after and none of them were you.”
I couldn’t listen to what he was saying. It was a trap I couldn’t fall into.
Ignoring what he said, I switched subjects not wanting to delve further in the past. “Have you called about the key?”
I lifted my hand as a reminder to him that we were stuck together.
His mouth closed as if he stopped himself from saying something.
“You looked like you needed sleep. I didn’t want to have to wake you earlier with someone coming to the door.”
“Okay, now would be a good time,” I said.
He just stared at me before rolling and bringing me with him. I landed on his chest when he ended up flat after grabbing his phone.
His woodies scent was all masculine and sexy wrapped in one.
The conversation he had with a nameless person on the other end was brisk and short.
“Um yeah, this is Cameron.” He glanced my way sounding oddly professional, but I had no idea if he’d called a store for one. “Can you bring it up now?” He murmured some agreements and ended the call with a “Thanks”.
“It should be up soon,” he said to me.
I wanted to pry, but time wasn’t on my side.
“I’m naked,” I announced.
That brought a naughty grin to his face.
He rolled on top of me drawing our bound hands above my head. Before I could protest, his hot mouth covered my breast with suction that made my toes curl.
I let out a purely animalistic moan. All conscious thoughts turned to babbles of yesss and please.
He nudged my legs apart with his knees giving him access to my pulsating need. There was no sense of urgency on his part. His cock deliciously inched its way deep inside me. I felt full and stretched to the limit but wanted more. I bucked under him, needing more pressure against that fiery bundle of nerves. Skilled as he was, he figured out my wants. He ground himself against me setting out a fireworks display behind my lids.
“More,” I begged.
He didn’t need any more encouragement and picked up his previous languorous pace. Each thrust was like lightning I felt it from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he said, with powerful strokes that made me scream in pleasure. “I swear you not going to forget me this time.”
I had never forgotten him but couldn’t reply. My tongue was between my teeth as I chased the orgasm down like a cop after a thief. I was so close I arched up meeting him in the middle hoping to tumble over the edge.
Damn him, he pulled almost all the way out and held my gaze like a man determined to win.
“Promise me you won’t run,” he said.
“What?”
He pulled out even further. He was barely inside and only moved back further when I brought my hips as high as possible in an awkward backbend.
“Promise me,” he demanded.
At that moment, I would have sworn to give him the moon and stars I was that close.
“Fine,” I gritted out. “I promise.”
He lunged forward, driving us both into the mattress. That was all it took to get me there. I fisted the sheets as his movement stoked the flames that had been ignited inside me.
His kiss muted my insatiable cries as he came hard and hot inside me. His curses were evidence he’d was just as affected as I was.
“Chissy—”
Whatever he was about to say was cut off as a persistent knock sounded. How long had the person on the other side been there?
I didn’t have time to chastise him about my name when I recalled we were still tethered together and naked.
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