“Get up here and undress,” I practically growled. “I need inside your hot pussy.”
A tremor ran through her body as she nodded and stood. I watched as she quickly stripped off her clothes until she stood before me naked. No matter how many times I saw her that way, it never got old. Pulling her close, I kissed her. My tongue ravenously explored her mouth as I backed her toward the bed. When the back of her legs hit the edge, she stopped.
Breaking our kiss, I gently pushed until she was seated before reaching over to grab a condom. Her eyes moved to my dick, and she watched me roll the condom down. Reaching under her ass, I lifted until she fell back onto the bed.
I pulled her closer. “Put me in you.”
She immediately reached between us to position the head of my cock at her entrance. Still holding her hips off the bed, I slid into her before slowly sliding out some. She moaned, and her head fell back. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast, but I didn’t want things to end too soon. I wanted to draw things out and milk every last drop of ecstasy from Cami.
As my thrusts began to increase in speed and intensity, spasms pulsed throughout Cami’s already tight channel. She was driving me out of my mind and making it nearly impossible to remain in control. Soon, I was slamming into her as she screamed and clawed at the bedding.
Her screams grew louder, and her eyes closed, as she came completely undone. I followed her over the edge. We both stayed like that, my dick twitching inside her, as we recovered.
Cami let out a contented sigh and smiled up at me. “There are definitely some good things about fighting. One good thing, at least.”
Chapter 65
Cami
The last words you want to hear when you’re still basking in post-coital bliss are, “Oh shit.”
I’m a smart woman who was able to deduce what had Xander so freaked out when he pulled out of me, but he told me anyway. “The condom broke.”
“I figured as much,” I replied.
“You seem a lot calmer than I thought you’d be,” he remarked as he dropped the condom in the trash and returned to bed. Rather than lying down, he sat on the edge and regarded me warily. “Should I get one of those morning-after pills? We should talk about this, right? I’ve never had a condom break before.”
I sat up and wrapped my arms around him from behind. “Xan, I’m on birth control. The chances of me getting pregnant are incredibly low. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“Piper was on birth control,” he reminded me. “I’m not stressing, but I think we should talk about what we’re going to do. I won’t freak out if you get pregnant. I want to be a dad, and you’ll make a great mom. We’ll face it together.”
Something told me Xander was about to say the wrong thing for the right reasons, so I decided to stop him. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, babe,” he replied, turning to face me.
“That does not mean I’d marry if you if I got pregnant,” I told him. “Again, I am going to point out that there is almost no chance of that happening. I’m probably more likely to get struck by lightning. Let’s not discuss marriage.”
“Why wouldn’t you marry me?” he asked. “We’re in love. That’s what people do when they’re in love.”
“Have you been watching romantic comedies?” I asked.
“Just the ones I watched with you,” he replied. “That’s not why I think getting married is a good idea. You’re the one for me. I’m not one of those guys who needs to wait months to decide if something’s right. Let’s do this. We can get a license and get married before I leave for my tour. We can go to the courthouse tomorrow or even fly out to Vegas. If you want to plan a big wedding, we’ll plan it for later.”
It said a lot about how right Xander was for me that I wasn’t even a little tempted to pretend I was the impulsive type. That just wasn’t me. When I read a book where the couple ran off to Vegas for a quickie wedding, all I thought about were the things that could go wrong. It had a lot to do with my childhood.
“I’m not saying I don’t want to marry you, but I’m not ready to marry you right now.”
He looked bewildered by my response. “I don’t understand.”
“My parents got married when they’d only been dating a few months. They were madly in love and expected to spend the rest of their lives together. When my mom got pregnant, they figured it only made sense to get married.” My dad had told me that story while my mom always insisted she hadn’t been pregnant when they’d married. “For them, being in love was all that mattered. They figured all their problems would work out in the end.”
He nodded. “I see where you’re going with this. For your parents, love wasn’t enough. They just weren’t compatible. I honestly think we’re compatible.”
“I do, too.” He looked even more confused by my response. “That doesn’t change the fact that this is all new, and I want to spend more time getting to know each other before we make a decision that big. This conversation proves we still have a lot of things to discuss. You assumed I’d want to get married. I’m not that type. I want to take things slow—date and probably even live together first.”
Xander let out a frustrated sigh. “I hate waiting for things I want.”
I giggled at his reaction. “Poor baby. Would it help if I tell you that I’m worth the wait?”
“I already know that,” he assured me. “Do you have any idea how long that wait will be? I’m not trying to be pushy. I just want to know how long I should wait to ask you to move in with me.”
“How about if I just let you know when I’m ready to move in with you?” I suggested.
“Deal, but I can’t promise I won’t try to entice you into moving in with me sooner. I think we’re ready now. Besides, it’s a good way to see how great marriage will be.”
“No marriage talk until we’ve been dating a year,” I told him.
“A year?” He practically gasped. “You need a year to know if I’m the right guy for you?”
“A year is not a long time. In fact, I think most people wait at least that long to start discussing marriage,” I pointed out.
“Sorry,” he said with a sigh. “This isn’t the first relationship I’ve had, but it’s the first time I’ve been looking at the big picture—marriage and kids. The thought of leaving you when things are going so well is making me a little crazy.”
“I know just how you feel,” I admitted. “A month ago, the thought of your tour didn’t bother me too much. You’ll be back for visits, and I’ll fly out to see a show or two. I think the reality of it is just starting to set in. You’re leaving.”
“And I’m going to miss you like crazy,” he murmured.
“If we got married, you’d miss me just as much. I think we should agree that we won’t make any rash decisions right before you leave on tour.”
He nodded before turning and pushing me back onto the bed. “Is it okay if I start showing you all the things I can offer as a husband?”
“Absolutely!” I replied. “I’m more than happy to let you try to seduce a yes out of me.”
Chapter 66
Xander
I was shocked when Mitch finally agreed to meet with me. I hadn’t wanted to call him since I was convinced it would be a waste of my time, but Cami hadn’t been willing to back down on the idea of talking to him. In the end, it was her or me. She thought talking to Mitch would help shed some light on what was going on. I suspected Mitch’s ex-wife was the problem, but for all I knew, he could have other crazy exes.
Madi was likely going to be pissed when she realized I’d headed out to meet Mitch without security, but she’d get over it. There hadn’t been time to arrange for someone to accompany me to the meeting. Mitch had reluctantly agreed to meet at a restaurant close to Cami’s office in Fremont. I’d be cutting it close, but I expected to still be on time to drive Cami home from work.
Mitch looked irritated as he approached the table, but his voice was still pleasant. “I’m su
rprised you asked for this meeting. I figured you’d given up.”
“I’m surprised you finally agreed to meet me. This mess needs to be cleared up. I don’t want Cami being forced to talk to you.”
“She’s been emailing me.” Mitch’s tone was accusatory.
“Can I see the emails?” I asked.
He didn’t agree right away, and it looked like he was about to refuse when Mitch finally pulled up the email string on his phone and handed it to me. “She doesn’t trust you.”
I didn’t argue. What was the point? He didn’t know jack shit about Cami or me. With any luck, I’d see something in the emails to convince him it wasn’t Cami. I read several emails before laughing and shaking my head.
“You find it amusing that Cami is jerking us both around?” he asked.
“Cami didn’t send these emails.”
At first, he looked like he was going to argue with me, but in the end, he gestured to his phone. “Why don’t you think it’s Cami?”
“First, this person is claiming that my dick isn’t that big. Groupies mention it for good reason.” I didn’t care if I sounded arrogant. No one would ever consider my dick small.
Mitch snorted. “I’m sure a lot of guys think their six inches is huge, and groupies aren’t known for their honesty in that area.”
“Try nine and a half inches.”
His eyes widened at my correction. “Really?”
“Yeah, really,” I replied.
“She could have just been saying that,” he argued. “I’m sure women do that to stroke another guy’s ego. She’s certainly not going to tell me you’re nearly an inch longer than I am.”
It was all I could do to keep from laughing. I suspected Mitch wasn’t willing to admit his real size. “Other things are off, but mostly, the dates and times don’t work. Some of these emails were sent while she was with patients or out with me. This also isn’t Cami’s email address. Can you honestly imagine Cami saying she’s so angry that she wants to stab someone in the kidney? Who even says that?”
With a pensive expression, Mitch considered what I’d said. “I guess I wanted it to be her.”
“But it isn’t. You need to tell the police about this,” I told him. “We’ve already talked to them about it, but they’ll have an easier time figuring out who this is with your help.”
“I know who it is,” Mitch admitted quietly.
“Your ex-wife?” I asked.
His eyes narrowed. “How do you know about her?”
“I had you investigated when you were first bothering Cami,” I explained.
He closed his eyes and let out a tired sigh. “I was acting a little crazy. In my defense, I thought Cami would be the perfect wife for me.”
“You don’t even know her,” I accused.
“Apparently not,” he agreed quietly. “If I knew her better, I might not have been duped by Emily. I should call the police. My ex-wife has a history of violence, as I’m sure you learned when you had me investigated.”
“Do you think she’ll go after Cami?” I asked.
He opened his mouth to reply but hesitated before carefully considering his answer. “I want to tell you no, but I’m not sure. It’s been more than a year since I last heard from Emily, so I never even considered that she might be involved. She must have stopped taking her medication again. That’s what happened the last time she showed up out of the blue. You should probably warn Cami to keep an eye out for her.”
“I’ll call her now.” I pulled out my phone and hit Cami’s name. She should be done with her last session and be tying things up in the office. She was expecting me to call to let her know I was on the way. The call rang until it went to voicemail. With a frown, I tried again. Something wasn’t right. If her last appointment had run long, the call would have gone straight to voicemail as all her calls did when she was in session. There were good reasons she might not be answering her phone, but none eased my worries.
“Is everything okay?” Mitch asked.
“She’s not answering,” I replied.
“It’s possible she’s with a patient,” he told me.
“She’s not.” I dropped money on the table. “I’m going to head over to her office to make sure everything’s okay.”
“I’ll go with you,” he said as he stood. “I’ll never forgive myself if something happens to Cami.”
I nodded, and we hurried out of the restaurant. I might not like Mitch, but I wouldn’t turn down his help if Cami might be in danger.
Chapter 67
Cami
I’d just stepped into the waiting room to find a woman walking in. It seemed I’d forgotten to lock the door after my last patient.
“Dr. Shaw?” The woman was about my height with short red hair and large brown eyes.
“I’m Dr. Shaw.”
“Are we alone?” She flashed me a nervous smile. “I need to talk to you.”
The way her eyes kept darting around had me on edge.
“I’m actually on my way home for the evening. Can this wait for another day? My boyfriend is picking me up soon.” I gestured toward the door, hoping she’d take the hint and leave.
“I’m going to have to insist.” She pulled a gun from her pocket before reaching behind her to close and lock the door. “You’re nothing like I expected. I can’t for the life of me figure out what he even sees in you. When I first saw your picture, I thought you might be one of those women who doesn’t photograph well, but you’re not very attractive.”
She had to be one of Xander’s fans who’d jumped the rails. I took a deep breath and did my best to remain calm.
“You’re right. I’m not his type. Once he goes on tour, I’m sure he’ll see that.”
Her brow scrunched in confusion. “On tour? What are you talking about?”
“The Reckless Release tour starts in just over a week.” I was surprised by her confusion. Surely, an obsessed fan of Xander’s would know when the Reckless Release tour started.
“You think I care about you letting that rock star fuck you?” She laughed and shook her head. “I’m tired of you stringing Mitch along. He’s mine. He always has been and always will be.”
“Emily.” I’d seen a picture of her, but she had looked much different. In the photo, she had long brown hair and looked much younger. The woman before me had lines around her eyes and mouth. She’d also lost a lot of weight since that photo had been taken, at least twenty-five pounds. Since she’d been thin before, the weight loss left her looking gaunt.
“So, Mitch did talk about me.” Her lips turned up in a pleased smile. “We’re meant for each other. Did he tell you that I was his first love—his only love? You’re just some slut who caught his eye.”
“I think you got the wrong impression about my relationship with Mitch.” My voice was still calm, despite my growing fear. “I’m dating Xander Marsh. I broke up with Mitch. We didn’t date long before that. He doesn’t know me very well.”
“I emailed him while pretending to be you,” she told me. “He went right along with it, acting all excited about getting back together. All the while, you’re acting like a whore.”
“I’m not getting back together with Mitch.” I didn’t point out that if she hadn’t started emailing him, he probably would have moved on sooner. At least, I had a better understanding of why Mitch thought I was still interested in him.
“None of that matters now. Once Mitch hears about your suicide, he’ll need someone to comfort him. I’ll be there, and then we’ll get back to what we had.” She hesitated and gave me a sad smile. “Even though you’re a whore, I’m sorry it has to end this way. I’d hoped for a simple accident. You were supposed to fall on the oil and crack your head open. I figured you’d bleed out while you were unconscious. I didn’t want a messy death for you.”
“You put the oil on the stairs?” I asked. “Someone else was arrested for that.”
“I know.” She let out a crazed giggle. “What a lucky break for
me. When you didn’t die, I was afraid the police would figure out it was me. Fate is on my side.”
“Because a teenager was arrested for a crime he didn’t commit?” I sounded much less calm. Emily’s attitude pissed me off. “You do realize that if you shoot me, the police will figure out I didn’t kill myself, right?”
She shook her head. “I’ll put the gun in your hand, and they’ll think you shot yourself.”
She never watched any police dramas or crime scene shows if she believed that. It would be easy to prove I hadn’t shot myself. There was another thing she hadn’t considered. “We have security in the building. There are cameras in the hallway. If they find me dead, they’ll check the security footage. You might not even make it out of the building. Someone is sure to call the police if they hear a gunshot.”
She frowned. “Then we’ll go somewhere else.”
“When I don’t answer my phone, Xander will be worried. He may have already called the police.” The last was a lie, but she didn’t know that. Xander would worry when he couldn’t reach me, and he was likely to show up at my office, but he’d have no reason to call the police. “I know you have a lot going on. Let me help you. There’s no reason this has to turn ugly.”
It was the wrong thing to say. Emily’s eyes filled with rage, and her mouth pressed together in a firm line. “Maybe I don’t care if I get away with it. Have you thought of that? Maybe all I care about is seeing you dead. You ruined everything!”
Chapter 68
Xander
I called the police on the way to Cami’s office, but they didn’t seem in any hurry to check on her. From their perspective, Cami not answering her phone didn’t constitute an emergency. When I arrived at her office, I heard the belligerent shouts of a woman on the other side of the door. Thankfully, we’d gotten a security officer to accompany us since the door was probably locked.
“That’s Emily’s voice,” Mitch said quietly. “Let me go in first.”
The security officer shook his head, holding the key to the office in his right hand. “That’s a bad idea. If you think this woman is dangerous, I should call the police.”
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