Closing my eyes, I slide my hand down the front of my jeans, surprised at how wet I am. The last time I was this aroused was when Jensen went down on me.
One swipe of my finger over my clit is almost enough to unravel me with pleasure. That’s how hot watching him was.
I don’t even care that Douglas might be on top of Susan right now in our old bed. The only thing I can think about is Jensen inside of me. If it turned me on this much to watch him, I’m almost positive having him inside me would make me come within minutes.
Arching my back, I moan out and grip the blanket with my free hand as I continue to touch myself to thoughts of Jensen Blake. My landlord, and the biggest asshole I know.
“Fuck you, Jensen,” I cry out, coming harder than I have in years. Well, other than when I came under Jensen’s tongue.
A knock at the door causes my heart to nearly fly out of my chest. “Hey, babe. Want to watch some TV with me? I made us some popcorn.”
I hurry to adjust myself and fix my hair in case Veronica decides to open to the door. “Sure! Just changing really fast and I’ll be out.”
“Sure thing. I’ll get Netflix up and going.”
“Okay,” I push out, still panicking and trying to catch my breath.
Once her fading footsteps confirms she’s walking away, I jump out of bed and change into a pair of shorts and a tank top. I stop and stare at myself in the mirror for a few minutes, trying to make myself forget about what just happened next door, but I can’t seem to lose the blush from my cheeks.
“Crap, Cami!” I hurry down the hall to wash my face as if that’s going to help, but at least I can blame it on the hot water if she asks why my face is red.
When I finally make it to the living room, Veronica is searching Netflix and popping kernels of popcorn into her mouth. “Did you have fun next door?”
“What?” I ask in panic. “What do you mean? Why did you ask me that?”
She smiles as she watches me sit down and fight to get comfortable. “Because I heard that Jensen was unusually bitchy tonight and had to fire one of his guys. I figured that’s why you didn’t stay long.”
“He fired someone?”
“Yup! I heard the poor bastard fell asleep at work. I’m sure being fired by Jensen would suck. Can you imagine having a pissed off Jensen coming at you?”
I nod and grab for a handful of popcorn. “I can only imagine.”
“Shameless good?” she questions, smiling over at me. “I’ve been wanting to check it out.”
“Me too. Let’s go for it.”
She drops Jensen after that, making me thankful that Netflix exists, because it helps distract my mind and keeps me occupied for the next two hours until we both retire to our bedrooms.
Not long after I crawl under the blankets and get comfy, I hear Jensen’s truck start up, and I can’t help but to look out the window in hopes of getting a glimpse of him.
I expected to see him standing by his truck with a cigarette in his hand, but what I didn’t expect is for him to be looking right at Veronica’s house. He must notice the curtain move, because suddenly he nods, a smirk present, as if he just figured something out. He tosses his cigarette down and jumps into his truck.
Swallowing, I close the curtain and pull out my laptop to distract myself until I’m tired enough to fall asleep. The problem is that I’m wide awake.
* * *
“WHO CAN TELL ME HOW to spell lunch? First, give me a practice sentence and then spell it out.”
Trish’s hand shoots up and she jumps out of her seat, anxious to be chosen.
I nod and motion for her to stand. “Start with your practice sentence.”
“My mom packed me a boring bologna sandwich for lunch today when what I really wanted was a pizza Lunchables. L.U.N.C.H.”
“Good job, Trish.”
I smile and start down the list of words, calling on my class until we’re through the whole spelling list.
Knuckles rap on the wooden door. The day is almost over, so I wasn’t expecting anyone, but when I turn around to see who it is my heart drops to my stomach.
“Miss Reynolds! Your boyfriend is here to see you,” Stacy teases. “Ooooooooohhhhh.”
Douglas steps inside and greets my class as if everything is normal between us, and all that makes me want to do is throat punch him. He has no right entering my classroom and disturbing my students. He shouldn’t be here and he knows it.
“I hope you guys don’t mind, but I need to borrow Miss Reynolds for a moment.”
“Now is not a good time. I’m busy with class,” I say, forcing myself to sound as friendly as possible; although, his face alone makes me feel the opposite. “Can it wait?”
He shakes his head and nods toward the door. “It will only take a minute. I promise. It’s…” He hesitates for a moment. “It’s important.”
“Class, I’ll be right back. Stay in your seats and talk quietly.”
I follow Douglas out into the hall and shut the door behind me, before giving him an earful. “Don’t you dare come to my class again and interrupt it for our personal business. That stays away from here. Whatever it is that you want can wait. It can’t be that important. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“She’s pregnant,” he blurts as I turn to walk away. “I went with her last night to take a test and it was positive.”
My throat closes up. I feel as if I’m suffocating as I turn back around to face him. “You didn’t even have the decency to use protection while fucking me over? Congratulations, asshole! You weren’t ready for kids with me but apparently you were with her. Wow.”
“It’s not like that, Cami. She told me she was on birth control. I trusted her.”
“It sucks when someone you care about breaks your trust, doesn’t it?” I look him over, fighting to keep my anger in check. I’m so angry I feel like bursting right here in the hallway. It almost doesn’t matter that someone might find out what’s going on. “Don’t approach me anymore. Not here or outside of school. I want nothing to do with you. Nothing.”
“Cami, wait!” He grabs my arm when I go to reach for the door, but I shake it off, my heart racing with anger. “I can’t be with her. I don’t want her. I want you. I’m miserable without you. I already told her I won’t be with her, even for the baby.”
“And that’s messed up, Douglas. Leave me alone and go be with her. We’re through here. You really are a piece of work.” I look up to meet his eyes, wanting him to feel every ounce of guilt he deserves. “Oh, and you and your little girlfriend should probably know that I’m not sleeping with Jensen nor are we dating. I just wanted to hurt you like you hurt me, but nothing I can do to you will make you feel the level of pain you put on me.”
I don’t give him another chance to speak, because I rush into the room and slam the door behind me. It takes me a few moments to realize the entire classroom is looking at me, so I quickly pull myself together, put on a fake smile, and do my best to make it through the next half hour without screaming in the corner.
* * *
“ARE YOU SERIOUS?” VERONICA’S JAW drops in shock. “Wow. Just wow. That’s extremely messed up, Cami. Pregnant?”
I pick at my food, unable to force anything down. Douglas getting Susan pregnant is just another blow to my already broken and confused heart, and as mad as I am, it still hurts. It’s been less than two weeks since we ended a five-year relationship.
“Yup. Apparently, that’s why he left with her after school yesterday. I’m not sure whether to be pissed or sad. I guess I’m both, but to be honest, I’m more pissed than anything else.”
“And you should be pissed, Cami.” She grabs her empty plate and walks to the sink. “You’re over him. You don’t want to be with him. Don’t mistake your loneliness for loss. He screwed you over in the worst way possible and now he’s having a baby with another woman, because he didn’t use protection. Then he came home and had sex with you with that same dick. It’s disgusting.”
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My stomach sinks. “I didn’t even think about that. I think I’m going to kill him, Veronica.” I stand up and begin pacing around the dining room, my hands pressed against my face. “I’m going to drive thirty minutes to his house just to kill that son of a bitch.”
I’m so angry I can barely catch my breath.
Cheating is low, but not using protection is the lowest he could’ve gone, and now he’s going to be a father. We had plans to start a family in two years. We were supposed to be happy. The plan was never for me to be here at Veronica’s hating him with every part of me.
“Let Peter kill him for you. How about that?” Veronica says, but I’m barely listening, because all I can think about is taking a long, hot shower to clean myself.
I want to forget that Douglas ever touched me. That he was ever inside of me.
“I’ll be in the shower,” I say quickly. “I need to be alone.”
“All right, babe. Take your time.”
By the time I get out of the shower, Veronica is on her computer working on cover designs, so she doesn’t even notice when I take off next door in hopes of finding Jensen. Usually, I hate dealing with him, but with the way I’m feeling at the moment, I could use someone to fight with to let some of this anger and frustration out before I lose it.
But my heart sinks and I feel sick to my stomach the moment I step onto the porch and notice that the lights are off and the door is locked. I’ve gotten so used to Jensen being here that I didn’t stop to think he might not be around.
It’s a strange feeling, and I’m not sure I like it.
“Of course,” I mumble under my breath. “The one time I want you to be here you’re not. Perfect.”
I don’t know what to do now, so I sit on the front steps and watch the vehicles driving by in hopes that one of them will be him showing up.
Maybe he got held up tonight and will be here soon. But after an hour passes, I realize that’s not likely going to happen.
Standing up, I wipe my hands over my sweats. I think I’m going to take a long walk to cool off. If I’m going to live here soon, it wouldn’t hurt to get familiar with the neighborhood. I can’t go back to Veronica’s right now, because I know she wants to talk about things some more and I just can’t tonight.
I’m already so angry I have the urge to drive to Douglas’ and burn everything he owns. Everything we bought together as a couple. Talking or thinking about it anymore tonight might just push me over the edge.
The cool night air feels good against my bare arms and face, so I keep on walking, and before I realize it I’m thirty minutes or more from the house and I didn’t pay attention to where I was walking. I was focused on the things I want to do to the house once I move in. It was the only thing to keep me calm.
“Shit.” I stop and look around, not recognizing anything around me. Am I even still in her neighborhood?
The sound of a motorcycle pulling up has me turning to watch as it turns into a driveway. A small spark of hope fills me that maybe it’s Jensen, but when the man reaches to slide his helmet off, the first thing I notice is tattoos on his hands before his blond beard comes into view.
He looks me over with a smirk, most likely noticing I look lost. “Need a ride somewhere?”
I shake my head. “I’m good.” I point behind me. “I’m going to go this way.”
“Are you sure? Last chance,” he says. “I’ve got other shit to do if not.”
He sounds moody and it instantly reminds me of Jensen. The last thing I need is another him. “I’m definitely good. Go do your shit.”
His smile widens. “Maybe I don’t want to now.”
I smile back, feeling sassy. Usually, I’d be cautious, but I’m feeling anything but right now. Screw Douglas for being a prick. “Maybe I will take that ride, but we go where I say.”
“Deal.” Once I join him next to his bike, he hands me his helmet and nods. “Get on, sweetheart.”
I slide the helmet on my head and am just about to climb onto the back of his bike when another motorcycle has me looking down the road.
My heart jumps with excitement, because I recognize Jensen’s leather jacket right away. He pulls up beside us and climbs off his bike, pulling his helmet off to look at me. “Get over here, Cami. Now.”
“How did… what the hell are you doing?” I manage to get out.
“Does it fucking matter? Get the fuck over here,” he growls, looking the other guy over. “Stay away from her,” he demands, after I hand the stranger his helmet and walk over to join Jensen.
“Seriously, Jensen?” The bearded guy shakes his head and laughs, before taking off for his door. “Have fun you two. It won’t last for long.”
Once the guy disappears inside, Jensen gives me a death glare, before shoving his helmet on my head. “Hang the fuck on. We’ll talk about this shit later.”
“No, we won’t.” I climb on behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. “Just take me home.”
“I plan on it,” he growls.
As soon as we pull up in front of Veronica’s, I climb off Jensen’s bike and slam his helmet into his chest. “I’m a grown woman, Jensen. You didn’t need to come looking for me.”
“You’re wrong if you believe that shit.” His jaw tightens as he stares me in the eyes. “You have no fucking clue whose bike you were about to climb on the back of. How stupid can you be?”
“Well, I got on the back of yours, so obviously pretty stupid,” I spit out.
He looks shocked for a split second, but quickly shakes it off and gets in my face. “What makes you think I had time to ride around looking for you all damn night?”
“I never asked you to.” I’m pissed he even assumes I expect that of him. “I didn’t ask you to and I most definitely wouldn’t expect that from someone like you.”
“Well, think again, Cami. I may be an asshole.” He leans in close to my face, his eyes ice-cold. “But I care about a woman’s safety. More than you’ll ever fucking know.”
He walks away, the look in his eyes leaving my heart beating wildly inside my chest. I’m not sure what his deal is, but he seems pissed at the idea of someone not thinking he cares about women. That’s not exactly what I meant. I just meant… me. Not women in general.
I stand here, speechless, watching as he climbs back on his motorcycle and rides away.
A few seconds later, Veronica calls my name from the porch. “…is everything okay? Where were you? I tried calling you multiple times and you didn’t pick up. It took me a while to figure out your phone was here.”
“Jensen wasn’t next door, so I went for a walk to clear my head.” I walk past her and into the kitchen for some water. “I just needed to get out for a bit. There’s a lot on my mind right now.”
“Did you get lost?” she asks, joining me. “You’ve been gone for close to two hours. I got so worried that I called Jensen to—”
“I realize that,” I say, cutting her off. “And he’s pissed that he had to come looking for me, apparently.”
She exhales and leans over the kitchen island. “I went next door and no one was there, so I thought maybe you guys left together. He told me he hadn’t seen you and then he cussed and hung up. So, I freaked out and sent Peter to look for you. I never asked Jensen to.”
“I’m fine, Veronica. No need to worry. Next time I’ll bring my phone. I just didn’t think I was going anywhere tonight other than next door.” I exhale, feeling bad that I worried her. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“Why is he so pissed? Did something happen before he dropped you off?
I shake my head. “No. I met some blond guy with a beard and he offered to give me a ride home. I was just about to get on his bike when Jensen pulled up all angry.”
Her eyes widen as if she knows exactly who I’m talking about. “That’s because he’s Jensen’s best friend. His name is Ben. They’ve been friends their entire life. They have a very complicated history,” she adds, sounding uncomfortable. “You wer
e about to take a ride from him when you don’t even know him? What the hell, babe?”
“Clearly, I wasn’t thinking.” I admit. “Douglas has me too worked up to think straight. I’m just so… so furious. He’s made me look like an idiot.”
“I get it.” She stands up straight. “But please don’t accept rides from strangers anymore. I can see why Jensen was pissed. I would’ve been too.”
“I get it,” I say gently. “It won’t happen again.”
“Good.” She gives me a quick hug, before looking me over. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “Yeah. I’ll be fine. Mind if we just watch some Netflix and hang out for a bit? I’m not ready to retire to the bedroom yet.”
“Of course. Peter will probably crash out when he gets home anyway. He’s been up since five. I’ll grab us a glass of wine and make some popcorn.”
“Perfect,” I say softly, still stuck on the way Jensen looked at me before he rode away.
Now, if only I could get that look out of my head. Maybe, just maybe, there’s a side to Jensen that I haven’t seen yet.
That could be a good or a bad thing.
WHEN I GOT THAT PHONE call from Veronica a few days ago, I told myself I wasn’t going looking for Cami, but I couldn’t get past the fact that she was alone at night without her car or a damn cell phone.
Who the fuck goes out past dark in a neighborhood they’re not familiar with? Apparently, sassy-mouthed school teachers looking for an escape. She’s not from around here, though. Yeah, she works close by, but that doesn’t mean she knows what kind of trouble she could’ve gotten herself into.
I do my best to rent to respectable people I trust, but I can’t control the random people that hang out close by or drive through. Plus, there are a handful of rentals in the surrounding areas that aren’t mine.
There are some sick motherfuckers in this world. You never know who you’re going to come across.
And after seeing who she came across that night, I no longer regret finding her. Ben is a dumbass when it comes to women. He’s been breaking females’ hearts since the fifth grade without any remorse, and he’s only gotten worse with age.
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