Skin Deep (Wounded Hero Series)

by J B Younger

  It was hard for her to speak, after being on the ventilator. She’d waited a long time to here Dillon say those exact words. He climbed into the hospital bed with her, gently pulling her into a his arms. Being careful not to hurt her.

  “You must be exhausted, go to sleep I’ll be here when you wake up. With that said she leaned into his embrace and relaxed. The warmth and safety of his arms was like heaven. There was no place better in the whole wide world.

  Chapter Sixteen

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Eight weeks later

  Sitting outside of her favorite restaurant, Carlene’s was a much needed treat. As she waited for Tina she took in the beautiful day, the sky seemed bluer and the clouds where forming patterns for the imagination to decipher. The Smell of garlic roasted chicken, filling the air along with the sun shining down warming her skin, was almost perfect. She was thankful for everything these days. Having a near death experience did that for a person. That wasn’t all of it. She needed to give some of the credit to Dillon and their new budding relationship. If someone told her six months ago that her life would have taken a turn towards the bizarre, she would have laughed in their face. Now thinking back to everything that happen to her, the only word to describe it would be grateful.

  Before she could get too wrapped up in her thoughts, she spotted Tina. Watching her as she made her way to their table. Camille couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. The thought was so foreign to her. Nevertheless, that was what she was feeling. Since everything in her life was falling into place, she now wanted more. The thought of having a child with Dillon seemed as natural as breathing at least that was what her heart was saying. Her mind was saying slow down. She and Dillon were officially together. Everything she owned was now at his place, her Condo was being leased. The only question was how serious was this new relationship? They hadn’t discussed long term anything; she knew she was more than flavor of the month. What she and Dillon had was much deeper, though it didn’t have a label. She snapped back to reality when she noticed Tina standing in front of her. She stood to give Tina a hug. Stepping back she got a clear view of how much bigger Tina’s belly was getting. “Wow, Tina you look great.” Tina, smiled and sat down. “Thanks I feel like the Goodyear Blimp. Thanks for suggesting we have lunch. It gets lonely when Danny’s out of town.” Camille knew that first hand, Dillon had taken an assignment a couple of weeks after she got out of the hospital. He was only gone for a week but it seemed like forever. She knew Tina wasn’t complaining, the job was a very big part of who they were.

  They both ordered the garlic roasted chicken with oven roasted vegetables and plenty of warm rolls to hold them over.

  Dillon my man it’s probably the biggest diamond I have ever seen. She’s going to love it Daniel said as he continued to look at the Diamond engagement ring Dillon had made for Camille. “Thanks I hope she likes it.” Daniel laughed. “If she doesn’t can I have it to give to Tina, cause after this I am so going to have to get Tina a bigger diamond.” Dillon laughed. He thought to himself how easy laughter came now, it felt amazing. However, he was nervous about popping the question. He’d been planning this surprise for Camille the day after she woke from a coma. Since they were living together now it seemed like the next logical step. He was hoping it would set things in motion in more ways than one. He knew Camille was frustrated with him and their non-existent love life, he had come so damn close to losing her that now he didn’t want to do anything to ruin it. For some unknown reason he couldn’t touch her that way, it seemed wrong. All he wanted to do was treasure her. Tonight was going to be it, after she came home from having a girl’s day out. He and Daniel had asked Tina not to tell Camille that Danny was home. That way Camille thought she was getting Tina out of the house. Now the rest was up to him, he was nervous as hell. What if she said no? He didn’t doubt her love for him or her commitment to the relationship. The problem in a nut shell was that, they’d never discussed long term and that was partly his fault. He had issues with commitment. Now he was jumping feet first into the abyss, it was a terrifying thought. However, what was more terrifying was living another day without Camille in his life. He would do whatever it took; he didn’t just want her as his live-in lover, he wanted her to be his partner in life. The world seemed just a little brighter with her in his life. They had a lot to talk about, but first she had to say yes.

  Lunch had been incredible and shopping was next. What was a girl’s day out without shopping. Tina noticed that Camille seemed preoccupied even at lunch. “Camille, What’s wrong? I know something’s bothering you. You’ve pasted by at least ten pairs of fabulous shoes without even giving them a second look.” Camille sat down on the bench outside of the dressing rooms, looking around to make sure no one could hear them. “I’ve been living with Dillon for about five weeks and at first I understood him not wanting to have sex with me. I mean I was too weak, you know with recovering and everything. I got a clean bill of health from Archer three weeks ago and still nothing. I know he wants to, all the signs are there if you know what I mean. I know he loves me and he’s committed to whatever this is between us, it’s like I’m a China doll that he doesn’t want to break or something or maybe he only has me living with him because he still feels guilty.” Tina was quiet thinking that Camille would say more, when she didn’t say anything else. Tina took a deep breath. “Men like Dillon and Danny are different from other men, they have a strict code of honor that they live by and sometimes that code gets in the way. The way I handle it is to take the bull by the horns so to speak. It’s obvious that Dillon isn’t going to make the first move, so you are going to have to do it for him.” Camille thought about it for a few minutes. Then she began to smile. “I think your right. I think we should pay a visit to the lingerie shop at the mall.” Tina laughed out loud. “Okay that’s my girl. I have a feeling Dillon is not going to know what hit him.”

  Dillon was standing out in the driveway when Camille came home, he and Zane were deep in conversation when she pulled up. Dillon opened her door and helped out of the car. His greeting made her pulse race. He kissed her deeply, lingering to nip at her bottom lip. Breaking their contact only after Zane cleared his throat a couple of times. He smiled down at her, giving her that warm feeling all over. “I’m glad your home. I have surprise for you, part of it is waiting for you upstairs.” he said with a mischievous smile on his face. He didn’t give her time to ask questions he led her to the front door and patted her butt for good measure.

  Camille entered their bedroom to find a gift wrapped box on the bed. She smiled to herself, the box was from her favorite boutique, La Pleasures. Inside the box was a sexy black dress and a pair of matching black sandals with a strap around the ankle. There was a note that said to meet him downstairs in an hour. She sat down on the side of the bed. What he was up to, she thought to herself. Smiling she headed for the bathroom, two could play at this game, she was in it to win it.

  Dillon nervously put the finishing touches on everything, he wanted this night to be one Camille would never forget. He couldn’t remember ever being this nervous about anything; if he was honest with himself he wasn’t sure of Camille’s answer. They’d been in love with each other for a long time the only difference now, was he wasn’t running. He wanted a life with Camille more than anything. He thought about the past few weeks they’d been the happiest of his life. However, he’d been holding back. He wanted to make love to her more than anything but something was holding him back. Each time they kissed and touched his body was in agony for Camille, and each time he flashed back to her being shot and seeing her lying in that damn hospital bed. That was like throwing ice cold water on him. Truth be told he still believed it was his fault. He hadn’t been able to keep her safe then, what made him think he could keep her safe now? His self doubts were affecting their relationship.

  Before his thoughts got any more morose, he heard Camille’s footsteps coming down the stairs. He gave himself a pep talk, he could do this.
Suddenly he felt her presence behind him. He was always aware of her when she came into a room. His body came alive for her and only her. Turning slowly, his breath caught in his lungs when he saw her standing there in the doorway. He blinked a few times, because surely he was dreaming.

  Camille couldn’t have been happier, Dillon’s reaction was better than she could have imagined.

  He took her in, his eyes scanned her body. Focusing on nothing but her. He opened his month to speak but nothing came out. He was at a loss for words, looking at the vision standing before him. Camille was wearing a white corset that pushed her breast up, into two creamy mounds. They looked as if they were overflowing. As his eye’s tracked their way down her body, he noticed the very small white panties that just barely covered her core. Then there was the white garter that wrapped around her thighs and were attached to white thigh high stockings. His mouth began to water as he continued his descent down her shapely legs to her tiny feet that were in the sexiest pair of six inch high stilettos he had ever seen. When he slowly traveled back up her body to look into her eyes; what he saw there had the power to bring him to his knees. She had the sexiest look in her eyes but there was also love. It was that love that moved him in ways even he didn’t understand. He watched her as she slowly came to him, even with six inch heels own he still towered over her. “You know I had this whole evening planned out.” he said. He was curious as to what she was up two. “Oh, I know but I thought I would surprise you.” Camille was smiling up at him, it was obvious she was up to something. He would go along because he was definitely enjoying the view. “So do you like my surprise so far?” she asked still smiling at him. Dillon smiled at her, gifting her with his bad boy smile she loved so much. “What do you think?” Camille put her hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his strong heart. It was strong and steady just like him. Looking him in the eye. “I don’t know what you’re thinking lately. Every time I try to get close, you push me away. So this is my feeble attempt at seducing you.” Dillon smiled at her, knowing she was right he had been avoiding her. He didn’t need to tell her what he was feeling; he needed to show her. With that thought, he moved fast fusing his mouth to hers, surprising her. It wasn’t long before Camille was right there with him, pulling him by his hair. She needed this, they needed this. They needed to connect in the most primal way possible.

  Camille began to unbutton Dillon’s shirt, once she was done she pushed his shirt off his board shoulders, all while never taking her lips from his. When Dillon pulled back, Camille was working on his trousers. They were breathing hard. Camille looked up meeting his heavy lidded gaze, seeing the lust in his green eyes. Dillon was trying hard to hold on to his control. She needed him out of control and she knew just the thing. Camille held his gaze as she unzipped his trousers. She slowly dropped to her knees, getting the full view of his massive arousal as she did.

  Dillon was frozen in place; his desire was wreaking havoc on his self control. He was hanging on by a thin thread and his little vixen knew it. He looked down to see Camille making quick work of his pants and underwear. It was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. His undoing came when she took his cock into her small hand and began to stroke him. His head fell back on his shoulders and he closed his eyes enjoying the feel of her hand as she worked his rock hard cock. “Oh yeah baby that’s it.” he said his voice sounding deep with desire. His control was slowly slipping away. What she was doing to him felt so damn good, his brain was going haywire. It was the rush of warmth as she took him into her mouth that almost buckled his knees. The hissing sound was the only indication Camille got, that she was on the right track. Concentrating on everything he’d taught her, slowly she took as much of his cock into her mouth. The sheer feel of him was like smooth velvet over steel. His scent was intoxicating. She concentrated on the sensitive spot under his cock right behind the head. That little trick had Dillon moaning her name as he ran his fingers through her hair. Now he was firmly holding her head guiding her movement as he moved in and out of her hot little mouth. Taking her left hand, she cupped his balls. Gently caressing them. “Damn it Cam you are driving me crazy. I need you to stop if you don’t want me to come in your hot little mouth.” he said between clinched teeth. His words made her even hotter, she could feel her core becoming moist and the spasms started. She wasn’t going to stop she wanted to drive him over the edge. She sucked harder pulling a groan from Dillon’s lips. “Damn woman, oh yes that feels amazing.” He stopped talking and his body tensed up. Suddenly Camille felt the first wave of come hit her tongue. Feeling Dillon’s fingers tighten in her hair. He held her still as his body spasmed. She swallowed everything he gave her, as he began to whisper sweet words to her. Camille looked up at Dillon, his eyes were closed his head fell back on his shoulders as sweat glisten on his skin. He was so beautiful as he let his orgasm wash over him. It took her breath away when he looked down at her, he pulled his cock free of her mouth. Watching her lick the final drops of his come from her kiss swollen lips was his undoing. He lifted her up and before she knew what was happening she was in his arms. He was headed for the couch, once there he laid her down gently on the couch. Covering her with his body, he kissed her hard and with such force it took her breath away. wrapping her legs around his waist. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, seeing desire and love there. There was no walls between them anymore; she had managed to break them down and now he couldn’t get inside her fast enough. Ripping the small thong panties from her body. He entered her fast making them both moan from the sheer pleasure. this was the Dillon Camille knew and loved, he was no longer holding back he was giving her all of him. She hissed as he began to move inside her. He lifted her left leg and that seated him deeper as he began to thrust in and out finding his rhythm. This was it, the way she needed Dillon. Hot, wild and totally focused on her. She met each thrust, riding the rush of pleasure. Their bodies were fused together becoming one. One beat, one pulse. Camille called his name on a breathless whisper. Dillon looked into her eyes, they were now unfocused with her pleasure. He needed to be even deeper, if that was even possible. His body was burning with the need he felt riding him. It all came down to this, claiming the women who had his heart and soul. He wanted to brand her the way she’d branded him. He came back to reality when he heard Camille call his name. “Dillon, I love you.” He blinked trying to blink away the sweat that was now pouring into his eyes. “Cam, I love you so damn much.” With that said, he thrusted deeper bringing them both to the edge of reality and pitching over the edge to sheer pleasure. They came together. Dillon reared his head back and roared Camille’s name. Camille held on to him as she rode out her own intense orgasm. Digging her nails into her back. She loved feeling the essence of Dillon pouring into her. Heightening her pleasure. Dragging it out. Dillon collapsed on top of Camille Bracing his weight on both of his elbows. They stared at each other for what seemed like a lifetime. There was an unspoken bond that would never be broken. Dillon flipped Camille changing their positions; spooning her against him. They both laid there trying to catch their breath.

  Camille gave into the sated, warm feeling as she laid in Dillon’s arms. It didn’t get any better than that. She protested some time later when she felt Dillon as he got up from the couch. Now she was cold, not having Dillon’s warm body to keep her warm. She opened her eyes to Dillon calling her name. Then she felt the warm cloth he used to clean the evidence of their loving making away. All she wanted was to sleep. When he was finished he sat next to her, watching as she drifted off to sleep. Dillon smiled to himself, the evening had definitely taken a different turn. He let her side track him in the most pleasant way possible. Now he had something that needed to be done. “Cam, I need you to wake up.” he said softly as he gently stroked the damp hair from her forehead. Camille slowly opened her eye’s looking up at Dillon, who had a very serious look on his face. Suddenly she didn’t feel sleepy anymore, the look on his face was making her nervous. She slowly sat up, feeling vulnerab
le and exposed; they were both naked. Wrapping her arms around herself and bracing for what was coming. Was this it? was Dillon breaking up with her? Dillon read her body language and thought he better get on with it before she blotted off the couch and out of his life. Taking one of her hands in his, he placed a small black velvet box in her hand and then proceeded to get down on one knee. Camille looked down at the small black box and the hope she felt spring up was almost too much. “Cam, I had this whole speech prepared. And then you blindsided me; it was the sexiest surprise ever. I love you so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?” Dillon opened the box, in it was a round diamond in an antique art deco setting. Camille looked at Dillon with tears in her eyes. “This was your mother’s ring.” Dillon nodded. Yes, I never believed that I would ever want to give it to anyone. Now I know that you are the only woman for me. He said with so much emotion. “Will you marry me?” Camille jumped into his arms and wrapped arms around his neck. “I love you to and yes I’ll marry you.” Dillon stood with her in his arms and kissed her madly, taking her breath away and making her blood boil. Before she could do or say anything; Dillon scooped her up and headed for the stairs. Once she said yes; he needed to make sure she knew that she was his and only his. They made love again, the dinner Dillon had catered in tasted even better in the early morning hours.

  Chapter Seventeen

  EPILOGUE

  Camille looked at her reflection in the mirror, as Tina stepped back. “My work here is done. You look amazing.” The dress they picked out looked even better on. Dillon surprised her with a trip to New York to be fitted for her wedding dress. She was still having a hard time wrapping her mind around the whole thing. It was a dream come true. Dillon wanted her to have whatever she wanted. He was the only thing she wanted and marrying him was a dream come true. It was a simple Vera Wang design, flowing off white silk dress with thin straps made of pearls. It hugged her curves like a second skin. Turning around she smiled at Tina who was wearing a fitted light peach colored gown. She looked radiant. “You don’t look so bad yourself. That dress looks great on you.” Tina twirled around giving Camille a good view of the entire dress. “I’m just glad it fits. I’m at the end of my second trimester and I’m starting to look as if I have a volley ball under my clothes. Oh, I almost forgot; this is for you, Dillon told me to give it to you.” Tina handed her a gift bag. Camille took the bag and looked inside. She found a note from Dillon inside along with a oblong box. Camille opened the note.