by Nicole Dykes
Cass grabbed a water, but Dani grabbed a beer.
She looks sexy as usual in short jean shorts and a black tank top that literally has the word, “Bitch” in gothic letters on it.
I look over at Van who has her eyes locked on us and grin vindictively over at her.
Two can play this little game, but I’m better at it.
Dani holds the beer out to me as Cassie nervously tucks under Hunt’s arm. “You want this?”
I smile, slowly and deliberately taking in every inch of her with my eyes. “Yep. And I’ll take the beer too.”
She laughs and rolls her eyes as she hands me the beer. “Lame.” She looks back at Van and then back at me. “Isn’t this against her rules?”
I take a drink of the beer after twisting the cap off. “Nope. This isn’t our place and besides, I’m getting tired of playing by the rules.”
“Cam, maybe you should let me take you home.” Hunter says next to me. his tone tells me he’s getting irritated.
“Nah, I’m good,” I say blowing him off and take Dani’s arm to lead her away from the group. I’ve barely got a buzz from the beer, but I’m pissed the fuck off and running on a dangerous mix of adrenaline and jealousy after witnessing another man’s lips on Van’s.
Dani goes willingly and then puts one hand on her hip when we are far enough away from everyone else. “This about Van's date?”
“Shit. You know about that?”
She laughs, “Of course. If Cass knows about something, so do I. It’s how we roll.”
I should have known that. “I don’t give a fuck about that. It wasn’t even a real date.”
“No? She didn’t go out to dinner with another dude?” she asks sarcastically.
“She did, but it was a blind date and neither of them were interested,” I say it knowing it’s not true. That fucker is clearly interested in her and she seems intrigued.
Dani nods. “Look, I’m all for pissing Van off. Just don’t bullshit me.” With that she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down to her for a kiss.
Not a sweet kiss either, a dirty, sexy drawn out kiss, where I’m pretty sure her tongue reached my tonsils. And it’s fucking hot. My body is definitely enjoying the hell out of it, even if my mind is on Van.
I let my hands grip her tight ass, pulling her closer to me and ravaging her mouth. I'm a total asshole because as soon as she pulls back and my eyes open, they are immediately searching for Van, who is gone.
I don’t think and brush past Dani, like the prick I am. I ignore Hunter’s pissed off glare as I race by Brooke, who is clearly not happy with me either, and run inside the house, frantically looking for Van.
I find her by the front door searching through her purse. “Van.”
She looks up from what she’s doing, irritated. “Go away,” she says forcefully and I don’t miss the tears in her eyes.
She walks out the front door and pulls her cell phone out. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m calling a fucking cab and getting the hell out of here. Now get away from me or I swear your balls are going to be black and blue.”
Shit. She’s really fucking mad. That infuriates me and sends me into a rage that I’m not proud of. “Are you fucking serious? You’re pissed at me?”
“Of course, I’m pissed at you!” Van screams and points to the backyard. “What the hell was that?”
“What? If I remember correctly it was you that kissed someone else tonight first! Anyway, we’re just friends, right buddy?”
“Fuck you, Cam. Go away!” she yells and starts to search on her phone.
“Don’t call a fucking cab. There is a house full of people that would gladly take you home.”
“I can’t deal with their poor Van, looks right now.”
“They shouldn’t pity you in the fucking slightest. I mean you have Chris.” I snap my fingers like I have an idea, “Hey, why don’t you call him? I’m sure he’d be thrilled to give you a ride,” I growl, low and angry.
She looks up from her phone and then back at it, scrolling through her contacts. “You know what? Maybe I will. That’s a great idea.”
My eyes narrow, daring her to call him, but praying she won’t. She finds his name and glares at me angrily. We’re engaged in a nasty game of chicken and of course I fold first. “Don’t fucking call him. I probably had a little too much to drink to drive home right now, and I'm ready so just take me home.” I pull my keys out of my pocket and toss them to her.
She catches them easily, but looks at me in shock and scoffs. “You have got to be kidding.”
“Nope. We’re going to the same place. It makes all the sense in the world.”
She walks closer to me. Her voice is eerily cold when she stands a few inches from me. “I’m not getting in the same car with you, you arrogant, selfish, son of a bitch.”
Fuck. She's really pissed. Well so am I. I step even closer to her. My chest nearly touching hers and my nose grazes hers as I bend down and say, “Quit being a pain in the ass. We are going to the same fucking place.” I walk to my car and open the back passenger door. “I’ll even sit in the fucking back!” I holler up to her.
She storms down through the manicured grass to my car to the driver’s door. “Fine, but you say one fucking word and I’ll leave your ass on the side of the road. Don’t think for one second that I won’t.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
She glares at me, but then climbs behind the wheel. I jump in the back and fly forward into the back of the seat as she takes off in a fury.
Fuck, maybe giving her the keys after I pissed her off wasn’t the best idea.
Chapter 27
Cam
Somehow, we make it back safely to our place. Neither one of us said a word on the drive. Luckily, it was a quick trip.
We both each stewed in our own anger. My own fury festered to a point where I’m about to explode as we walk through the front door and Van chucks my keys at me.
I reach up and grab them in the air. “I don’t get why the fuck you are so mad right now, Van. You kissed someone else first, remember?”
Van is seething as she charges into the kitchen, kicking off her sandals. I follow and she turns to me holding up one finger. “First of all, we aren’t in fucking kindergarten!” Another finger joins the first. “Second of all, I didn’t kiss him. I don’t think it can even qualify as a kiss. It was a friendly peck! What you did with Dani . . .., you might as well have just torn her clothes off and fucked her right then and there in front of everyone!”
“Well, I do know her body well. That’s for damn sure. You never know, she might have been into that. She’s not as uptight as some people.”
There’s that fucking irate glare again. “Asshole! You mean she’s skanky. And you two deserve each other.”
“You kissed Chris in front of me! I should be the pissed-off one right now!”
She rolls her eyes and folds her arms over her chest, pushing her tits up and I try not to notice. “You really have lost it! Would you be this mad if I would have kissed Jax or Dylan in the exact same way?”
I quirk an eyebrow and fold my arms also. “Well, you do like older dudes, so it wouldn’t surprise me if you went for them.”
I’m obviously hinting to when she kissed Shriller, and I know she’s picked up on it. “You know what? You’re right. Chris and I were headed toward friendship, but maybe an older man who knows what he’s doing would be nice for a change.”
No way is she going there. I stalk her like prey, backing her up against the counter, boxing her in with each hand placed on the countertop beside her. “Van, I think we both know that I’m really fucking good at giving you exactly what you need.”
She scoffs her eyes cold and angry as our faces stay merely inches apart. “Please.”
“Begging already?” I tease furiously before leaning down and whispering harshly in her ear, “I can make you come without even being in the room with you.”
; The reference to the night I caught her sends her straight to an even more livid state. “Fuck you, Cam.”
God, I fucking want her. I hate that I do, but every single part of me is screaming to be with her. My lips creep to hers, not making contact.
“Don’t,” the word falls from her mouth, but it’s unconvincing.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” I say, my lips still not touching hers. “Tell me to stop and I’ll walk away.”
“No,” she breathes. It’s not a no, don’t do this. It’s a no, she won’t tell me to stop.
It’s a colossal mistake. I know it. She knows it. We’re both going to get clobbered by sheer pain, but at this moment, none of it fucking matters.
I grab her ass and plop her right down on the countertop in front of me, my lips once again lining up with her lips, but not touching. “Tell me to walk away,” I say, nearly pleading.
“No,” she croaks out, her voice shaky.
I swallow, my Adam's apple bobbing. “I’m going to kiss you then.”
She doesn’t say a word. That’s my cue. I fist my fingers in her silky hair and bring her lips the mere millimeters forward to meet mine in a fiery kiss that ignites my entire body.
Her legs spread apart on reflex, allowing me to settle between them as she wraps her legs around my ass and her arms around my neck.
My lips mash against hers, taking out on her every bit of anger and pain I felt tonight. My hand slips the flexible strap of her dress off her shoulder. My lips move down her neck to nibble on her collar bone. Van lets out a loud moan, and I nearly lose it right there.
Her hands move to my shirt, lifting it up. I shift to give us a little space and allow her to remove it entirely before finding her mouth again.
We don’t have to speak.
I pick her up, her legs and arms firmly hanging on, and carry her to her room because it’s the closest. She slides down my body, her lips grazing my neck as she lets her tongue explore my chest, then my abs. Then tracing, at an extremely slow pace, the new tattoo along my ribs.
Fuck. Me.
My cock is dying to escape my jeans as she makes her way back up. Her eyes bore into mine.
There’s no way I’m giving her the chance to second guess this. I grip the bottom of her dress and pull it up and off in one movement. She isn’t wearing a bra, so she’s left in a silky red thong, and I pause.
Not to rethink. Just to admire. To bask in her feminine perfection and worship her with my eyes before I use my body to do the same.
She bites her bottom lip nervously, and I grin before kissing her softly. Our bare chests smash together and my dick begs me to be inside of her, but I take the moment.
I kiss those full lips and explore her mouth as I hold her face in my hands. In this moment, we are just Cam and Van. Simple and happy.
Our bodies move in unison toward her bed, and as soon as we reach the end, I lay her back on it, going with her, climbing on top of her body.
I kiss her neck, move down her chest, over both glorious breasts, down her taut stomach and stop at the edge of her thong. I miss the taste of her, although I’m sure it’s forever in my memory.
“I think about you too, you know.” I look up with a devilish smirk. “You can make me come without being in the room, too.”
Her legs are parted as I lay comfortably between them as she peers down at me, her cheeks flush. “Cam.”
I grin. I love that flustered look and knowing she’s too turned on to scold me.
I kiss the last bit of silky fabric shielding her from me and hear a sharp gasp from Van.
I quickly remove the thong and say, “Tell me to stop,” s I stay put, my hands on her knees. I coax her to bend them upward, parting even more for me, leaving her bare and exposed to me.
She shakes her head, “No, don’t stop.”
I smirk proudly before finally tasting her again. Her hips spring forward and she lets out a low moan. “Fuuuck.”
I let my tongue explore her slowly before flicking over her clit. Her hands grip my hair.
“Ah, right fucking there, Cam. Please don’t stop.”
This is the only place Vanessa doesn’t hold back and you better believe, I fucking love it.
My tongue works her clit as I slip one finger inside of her and then another, fucking her as she rides my fingers.
It’s not long before I feel her tense and her firm thighs grip my head. “Oh shit, Cam. I’m almost there.” Then, literally two seconds later, she cries, “I’m coming!”
I slowly remove my fingers and make her shiver one more time as my tongue passes over her clit before I climb up her body.
I stare into those beautiful eyes, the rage gone now, left with pure bliss. “I fucking love how filthy your mouth gets when you’re horny,” I say as I lay a quick kiss on her lips.
She laughs. “I can’t help it.”
“Good. It’s fucking hot.”
I smile as I kiss her deeply, her arms go around my neck, embracing me fully.
I pull away reluctantly and sit back on my haunches, reaching in my back pocket for my wallet. After retrieving a condom, I toss it on the bed, staring at Van’s naked body before me.
Her eyes roam mine and then her eager hands quickly unbutton my jeans. It doesn’t take long before she’s pushing them down, and I assist in removing my underwear, both moving toward that common goal.
I rip open the condom and slip it on. She pulls me frantically to her.
I kiss her, groaning in her mouth, as I take the time to slowly inch inside of her tight pussy that’s soaking wet for me.
When I’m fully inside, I take a moment to enjoy the feeling before we start our descent to release, together.
I feel like I’m going to burst, but I force myself to take it slow and make it last as long as I can.
Her thighs hold onto me, as she meets each thrust. I’m careful to graze her clit with my cock on each one.
Her fingers grasp my hair tightly and her tits press against my chest as we move together. When I feel the walls of her pussy clench around my cock, gripping it tightly, I know it’s all about to come to an end.
“Fuck me, Cam. I’m almost there,” she breathes into my ear.
A moment later, we come together in a powerful explosion, our bodies unmoving and totally spent afterward.
I know the words that are about to come out of her mouth. The words that are always brought on by the clarity after her orgasm.
“Don’t say it, Van.”
But I know she’s going to.
Chapter 28
Vanessa
Oh my God, what did I just do?
My heart is racing. I look up at Cam. He’s flat out begging me not to say the words on the tip of my tongue, but I have to. “That shouldn’t have happened.”
“God damn it, Van!” he nearly yells as his body rolls off mine, and he jumps off the bed, naked and pissed. “Why the fuck not?”
“You know why!” I yell right back, looking around for something to cover myself with. We had sex on top my neatly made bed. So, all of the covers are tucked under me, and now that the ecstasy is gone, I feel vulnerable as hell in my naked state.
“Bullshit! I don’t know a fucking thing! Because of Krista Fucking Rodgers? I did not fuck her. For the last time, my cock never came close to her rancid pussy. Not before us, not during us, and not after us!”
Shit. How the hell did we get here? I stand up and grab my robe on the back of my door slipping it on quickly. “Cam, it doesn’t matter. There’s no trust.”
“Why the fuck not? I haven’t done anything for you not to trust me, Vanessa.”
“Cam,” I say calmly. I hate seeing the pain in his normally playful eyes.
“Don’t ‘Cam’ me. You can’t trust me because I’ve had sex with other chicks after we broke up? That’s a bullshit copout for whatever the real reason is, Van. Just talk to me. Be real with me. Nothing you can say will make me think any less of you.”
A cold chill
comes over me and I noticeably shiver, even though the temperature in the room is comfortable. He doesn’t know how wrong he is.
The truth is, my past is dark. It’s painful, and it fucked me up beyond repair. I don’t want to think about it. Just almost thinking about it makes me sick, so I do what I’ve learned to, and I push it down.
“Look at us. Literally an hour ago we were screaming at each other. Then fucking like crazy. And now we are screaming at each other again. This is not healthy.”
“Couples fight, Van,” he says as he pulls on his underwear, followed quickly by his jeans.
“Not like this.”
He grabs his wallet off my bed and puts it back in his pocket. His expression is cold as he looks at me, standing only feet away, but it feels like miles. “Do you love me, Van?”
I look at him in shock as the blunt question comes out of his mouth. I let out a weak, “Yes.” Because it’s the truth. It’s the only thing I am certain of.
My heart breaks seeing the pained expression on his face as his large hands cup my face and he says, “There ya go! I love you. You love me. It’s as simple as that.”
A lone tear falls down my cheek and reaches his hand as I shake my head. “No.”
He looks at me with fierce determination. “Yes. I don’t know much about love, but if there’s one thing I know it’s that if you love someone and they love you back, it should be the easiest thing in the world.”
This is it. I’ve finally pushed him away for good. I have so many things I want to say, but nothing will come out.
He drops his hands, clearly disheartened. “So, you aren’t going to tell me whatever it is that you’re hiding?” he asks.
I can’t. I shake my head.
“I can’t do this anymore, Van. I’m sick of kissing your ass and hoping that someday you’ll see that I’m a good man who loves you.”
“What are you talking about? How the hell do you kiss my ass?”
He walks closer to me now, the intensity coming from him is nearly suffocating. “I’ve followed all your rules, but I’m done now. You want a fucking friend, you’ve got it.”
It sounds like a threat the way he says it and I know whatever he has in store isn’t good.
