Sex Material

by Ashley, Victoria

  He pulls away, his teeth tugging my lip playfully, before he releases it and presses his forehead to mine. “I’ll see you soon, Cami. I’d say try not to miss me too much, but we both know you will now.”

  I swallow and fight to catch my breath as he walks away and jumps into his truck, driving off.

  He’s such an asshole. He came over here and kissed me to make sure I’d miss him. I’m not sure whether I should be pissed or flattered.

  I’m a little of both at the moment, to be honest.

  Shutting and locking the door, I close my eyes and run my fingers over my lips, the heat of his kiss still burning on my skin.

  If I wasn’t thinking about him before, he made damn sure I will be now.

  * * *

  I CHOSE TO PLAY CATCHUP today while my students are at lunch, because unfortunately, I forgot to pack one, and don’t want to risk running into Susan or Douglas in the teachers’ lounge.

  I’m okay when I don’t have to see them or hear their stupid voices, but I’m absolutely still pissed at them both. Anyone would be. Doesn’t mean I still care. I thought I would, but truthfully, if I only think about Douglas when I see him, that’s a sure sign I’m over what we had. Five years together and it took me just over two weeks to get over him. That says a lot.

  Jensen was right when he said Douglas did me a favor. Who knows how things would’ve turned out if we had gotten married and started a family like we planned. My love for him wasn’t as deep as I thought it was, and it took leaving him to figure that out. We would’ve most likely been stuck in a loveless marriage for the kids. Maybe I should be thanking the two of them for screwing behind my back.

  Holly Moore’s paper is in front of me on my desk, my current being graded, when the sound of the door opening and closing has me looking over to see who entered my room. Jensen is standing by the door with a paper sack in hand. It’s from a little fast food joint that I recognize, and I instantly get my hopes up that there’s something in there for me.

  “Jensen.” My heart does the usual silly little dance when his eyes land on mine as I stand up, surprised to see him. “Is that lunch?” I ask, when he holds the sack up.

  “Yeah. A good thing too since you’re sitting there empty-handed on your lunch break. What the hell, Cami?” His eyes harden as he sets the bag down in front of me and pulls out two burgers. “What would you have done if I hadn’t come with food? Not eat?”

  I shrug and open the burger wrapper, my mouth practically watering from the smell. “I forgot to pack a lunch and I’m too busy to run to the teachers’ lounge for food. Thank you. Oh my God, thank you.”

  His lips curl up into a satisfied grin as I dive into my burger like I haven’t eaten in a month. “Fuck, Cami. You owe me later for this.”

  “Anything you want.” I let slip out.

  “Anything, Cami?”

  My body burns with need when he grabs my hips and pulls me flush against his body. “I-uh…” I swallow when his mouth brushes my neck. “How did you know it was my lunch break?” I ask, changing the subject.

  I can’t let his mouth or body control my thinking right now. I’m in my classroom. At the school. Stay strong, Cami.

  He grabs my burger from my hand and tosses it on my desk, before moving his lips up my neck, speaking against it. “I called the office and they told me.”

  “Is that right?”

  He nods, backing me against my desk.

  “I’m going to have to remember to tell the office not to give that info out in the future.”

  “Doesn’t matter, Cami.” He moves his lips around to brush mine. “I’ll just show up whenever the fuck I want to then. Everyone here knows me and no one will stop me.”

  With his thigh, he spreads my legs and moves in between them. His erection pressing against me has me barely able to think. I’m losing any and all self-control and he knows it.

  “Well, then I’ll just have to remember to keep my classroom locked.” I close my eyes and swallow when his hand wraps around my throat and he nips my bottom lip with his teeth. “I should’ve locked it today,” I whisper. “Dammit, Jensen. We can’t do this. Not here.”

  “That only makes it more exciting, Cami. Because now when I leave… you’ll be thinking of all the ways I could’ve fucked you against this desk instead of just doing this.” He moves his lips around to my ear, his fingers sliding up my dress to dip into the front of my panties. “I guarantee Douglas would be able to hear it from across the school. Do you want to test that theory?”

  I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning out when he slides two fingers inside of me and slowly pumps them in and out. “Jensen…”

  “Relax, Cami. I already told you how many times I’d make you come. I didn’t say where or when.” He growls against my ear as his movements pick up and I can hardly take it for much longer.

  “This isn’t right, Jensen. Someone could walk in.”

  “Let them.”

  I grip his shoulder and squeeze when he shoves his fingers in deeper, not giving a shit about getting caught. “Oh shit,” I pant, about to come around his fingers any second. “Jensen… Oh my God. I’m about to…” My orgasm rocks through me so hard that I yank on his hair, needing something to grip onto.

  He smiles against my lips as I hold onto him for dear life, in fear of falling over if I let go. “Now eat your lunch.” He removes his fingers from my throbbing pussy to suck them clean with his mouth. “I’ve got work to do.”

  “You’re leaving already?” I ask, not ready for him to go. “You’re not going to eat first? You just stop by, give me an orgasm, and leave? Just like that…”

  “Just like that, Cami. I didn’t get any food for myself. I didn’t know how hungry you’d be, so I grabbed two burgers to be safe,” he answers, walking for the door as if he didn’t just finger fuck me behind my desk. He stops once he reaches it and turns back around. “Come by later to sign the contract.”

  He exits the classroom. I sit here fighting to catch my breath and wrap my head around what just happened. He just randomly shows up at my place of work to bring me food and get me off?

  Jensen Blake may just be the sweetest asshole I know.

  After taking a few moments to calm down and catch my breath, I manage to eat my now cold burger and part of the second one. Right as I’m wrapping the half-eaten one up, there’s a knock at the door.

  Panic sets in for a moment, afraid that someone walked by and saw us and sent the Principal to call me out, but that panic dies down the moment I notice Mrs. Peters’ poufy gray perm through the window.

  She’s an older lady who’s been working as the school Librarian for over twenty years. She likes to talk a lot, about everything. She’s harmless.

  Pulling myself together, I stand up and call out for her to come in. She does, offering me a friendly smile. “Afternoon, Cami. Hope you don’t mind me stopping by.”

  I shake my head and clean the garbage from my desk to keep from looking her in the eyes. I’m paranoid that she’ll be able to see how hot and bothered I still am by Jensen’s visit. “No. Not at all. How can I help you?”

  “I couldn’t help but notice Jensen Blake bringing you lunch.” She walks over to join me at my desk, her smile genuine. “That makes me happy, because I was worried about what I heard the other day about Douglas and Susan. I’m glad to see you’re dating someone new. I was concerned for you.”

  My heart speeds up at the mention of Douglas and Susan. I was wondering how long it would take before people around here started talking. I force a smile and sit back down at my desk. “I’m great, Betty. I appreciate you thinking of me.”

  “You know…” She moves in close as if to make sure no one is listening. “I never really cared much for either of them, to be honest. I think you’re better off without him if you want my opinion. Let people talk, because it’ll stop once they see you’ve captured the handsome young Jensen’s heart. It’s been a while since anyone has been able to do that.” She winks
and fixes her perm. “I better get back to work. I have a library full of books that need fixing.”

  “And there’s no one better at that than you, Mrs. Peters. Thanks for stopping by.”

  After she’s gone, my lips curve into an unstoppable smile. Not even the fact that people are talking about mine and Douglas’ breakup is enough to stop me from smiling right now.

  Jensen chose to go out of his way to bring me lunch, and he might not think it’s a big deal, but to me it’s huge. My walls are breaking down when it comes to him. Little by little he’s working his way into my heart and it feels good.

  I feel good. Better than I have in a long time. Jensen gives me butterflies that Douglas was never able to. He both excites and terrifies me, and I think I like it. A lot.

  FUCK, I’M A SELFISH ASSHOLE. Anyone could’ve walked into Cami’s classroom earlier and caught us being inappropriate, yet my need to satisfy her kept me from keeping my hands to myself.

  I didn’t plan on making Cami come. I was supposed to bring her lunch and leave. Truth is, I wanted to do something nice for her after all those times I was a complete jackass. I wanted to show her the guy I once was back before my reputation changed to the town asshole.

  The moment I laid eyes on her, though, to see how stressed she looked behind that desk, I wanted to relax her and make her feel good.

  I wanted to do so much more than just fingerfuck her. I wanted to make her scream so loud that Douglas could hear her. It took a lot of restraint to hold back. Good thing too, because the moment I stepped out of her classroom, two sets of eyes were on me. Cami would’ve lost her job, no doubt.

  “Hey, boss,” Austin calls from the roof, causing me to look up. “Thanks for bringing lunch. We’re about to take a break here soon and the crew is starving. You know you don’t have to do this every day though, right? I mean shit, I don’t want you to stop, but that shit adds up.”

  “I’m not worried about it, Austin. Labor takes energy and energy takes food. It’s a cycle I depend on. I want my guys fed and you guys earn it. So, until you don’t…” I nod and jump into my truck and take off to the next jobsite to drop off food.

  It takes a good hour to make it around to all eight of my crews, but as much as these fuckers piss me off on the daily, they’re hard workers. I may be an asshole most of the time, but buying them lunch is my way of showing them I appreciate them. It’s not breaking my bank account.

  Once all of my guys have food, I head to the office and have a quick lunch while working on payroll.

  Cami will be home in a few hours and I’m anxious to get to her, which is something I haven’t felt in a long time. Usually, I want to bury myself in work, so I don’t have to think or deal with anyone.

  The fact that I want to be around Cami says a whole lot, and that scares the shit out of me. I know I shouldn’t let her get too close, knowing I could break her, but when it comes to Cami, I’m a selfish prick.

  I don’t think I could stay away at this point even if I wanted to. I know I should. But that isn’t stopping me anytime soon, and that’s enough to make me hate myself.

  * * *

  IT’S PAST SIX BY THE time I make it to the rental property, due to being held up at the office. Cami’s car isn’t parked next door, so I grab Peter’s attention when I see him step outside with the trash.

  “Where’s Cami?” I stop beside him and he looks surprised for a moment, before he shakes his head.

  “Her and Veronica went to The Home Barn to look at furniture.” He tosses the bag into the trashcan and narrows his eyes at me. “What’s the deal with you and Cami anyway? I hope you don’t plan to come along and hurt her. She’s already been through enough with Douglas. You may be the guy I pay rent to each month, and I respect that, but that won’t stop me from protecting family.”

  “Hopefully you won’t have to.” I flex my jaw and run a hand through my hair, just the thought of hurting Cami angering me. “I have to go.”

  Rushing to my truck, I hop in and head to the furniture store, hoping to catch Cami there. When I pull up, though, her vehicle is already gone. I run inside anyway to get details of her order.

  Ryan Hannington is at the desk when I walk in and offers me a nod and a forced smile. “Hey, Jensen. Can I help you with something?”

  “I need some info on an order someone possibly just placed. I want all the details.”

  He gives me a questioning look, but starts typing something on the computer. “You know I could get in trouble for this, right?”

  I lean over the desk and look him square in the eyes. “And you know you still owe me from three years ago when you skipped out on two months’ worth of rent, right?” He nods. “Good. Her name is Camille Reynolds. Tell me what she ordered.”

  It takes him a few minutes to pull up her info. “Looks like she bought a queen bedroom set and two lamps.” He scrolls down some more, squinting his eyes to see the details on the computer. “And she put a couch and a chair on a six-month payment plan.”

  My stomach knots up at the idea of Cami not having any damn furniture in her house. I’m tempted to find Douglas in his home and kick the shit out of him. This isn’t her problem. She shouldn’t be the one struggling to start over.

  “Cancel the payment plan.” I toss a handful of cash onto the desk. “How much?”

  Twenty minutes later, I’m loading my truck up with the items she couldn’t afford and heading back to the rental property. Cami’s vehicle is still gone when I get back and I’m glad.

  She’d probably kick my ass for going behind her back and paying for her furniture, but I don’t give a shit. I’d let her do anything she wants to me. There’s no way in hell I’m letting her sit on the floor while Douglas is all cozy in their old home.

  Not happening.

  After setting up Cami’s furniture, I kick back with a beer and look the house over to see if I missed replacing anything on the list. I’m in the master bedroom looking at the blue fucking walls when I hear Cami’s little car pull up next door.

  I go to the porch and light up a smoke, watching as Cami steps out of her vehicle, her eyes landing directly on mine. She looks stressed, and I hate that look on her.

  Moments later, Veronica steps out of the passenger side and they both walk to the trunk as it opens. I notice Cami pull out a box and I immediately toss my half-smoked cigarette and rush over to her before she can make it to Veronica’s porch.

  “That’s not going in there.” She gives me a surprised look when I grab the box from her hand. “It’s going in your house where it goes.”

  She flashes me a tired smile, before yawning. “Are you sure? It’s not moving day yet and I’m too tired to have to move these boxes more than once. If you’re going to give me trouble, I’d rather wait.”

  “I said they’re going to your house, Cami. Don’t question me.” I flex my jaw and exhale, hating that she thinks I’m here to fuck with her. “And don’t touch any more boxes. Get some food and let me handle this.”

  “Jensen—”

  “Dammit, Cami.” I grab her chin and force her to look up at me. “Let me take care of this. This isn’t the time to fight me.”

  She stares at me in silence for a moment, before nodding her head. “Okay. Thank you.”

  “And tell Veronica not to touch any of the boxes either.” With that, I make my way across the yard to drop off the first box. It takes me a good thirty minutes to unpack all of the boxes from the trunk, and since I want to give Cami time to eat and relax, I spend the next hour giving the house a final cleaning.

  I’m in the middle of drying my hands and look over when I hear the front door open, followed by Cami’s light footsteps as she steps into the living room, her mouth hanging open in surprise.

  “Wait? What?” She walks around the couch, running her hand over the soft fabric. “How did this get here? I didn’t… Did these get delivered by accident?”

  I shake my head and wrap an arm around Cami’s waist to pull her against my
front. “These aren’t here by accident, Cami. I delivered them.”

  “What?” She spins around in my arms, her eyes moving up to meet mine. “I don’t understand. How did you—”

  “I have my ways. All you need to know is that you’re taken care of, Cami. Fuck sitting on the floor because you can’t afford furniture.”

  Her face hardens, as if she’s embarrassed that I found out. “It’s not that I… You know what, never mind. Take it back. I can figure it out myself, Jensen. I’m not a fucking charity case that you need to feel sorry for. I will never be that. I…” She points to her chest. “Can take care of myself. Take it with you when you leave tonight. I mean it.”

  She goes to walk away, but I grip her arm and yank her to my chest, hard. “I didn’t fucking say that and that’s not what I meant. I don’t expect you to be able to afford everything at once after just moving into a damn house. So stop arguing and fucking accept the furniture, because it’s not leaving this house.”

  “You’re an asshole,” she whispers.

  I smile and run my thumb over her bottom lip. “Yeah, but you like it. Admit it.” I move in closer and hover my lips over hers. “And you’ve been thinking about me since I left the school this afternoon. Say it.”

  “Maybe I haven’t.” She tries to lie, but her voice shakes, giving her away. “Maybe I haven’t thought about you at all today.”

  Growling, I grab the back of her hair and move my lips over hers. “We both know that’s a fucking lie. You’ve been thinking about me just as much as I’ve been thinking about you.”

  Her eyes soften as they study mine. “You’ve been thinking about me?” She looks completely surprised that I’d be thinking about her when she’s not around.

  Hell, I am too.

  I nod and kiss her bottom lip. “So fucking much, Cami. You’re all I’ve been thinking about, and it’s driving me fucking mad. Why do you think your living room is furnished? I’m losing my fucking mind.”