He didn’t want to leave her behind.
He didn’t know if he could.
Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he pulled her towards him. He caught her leg and hitched her up over him. She clutched at his shoulders for balance yet seemed surprised when she wound up straddling his lap.
Surprised and sexy as hell.
Cam’s cock throbbed. Giving in to the temptation, he slid his hands up her thighs and under his shirt. “Let’s make a deal,” he said. “You don’t feel sorry for me, and I won’t feel sorry for you.”
She shifted sexily under his touch, but she didn’t seem to know what to do with her hands. She started to lift them away but instead stroked them down his chest.
His breath shuddered. “Deal?”
Her big brown eyes fluttered up to meet his. “Okay.”
Cam’s pecs clenched when her thumbs brushed over his nipples. “Instead, we focus on making each other feel good,” he said tightly.
And, right now, his focus was turning downright laser-like.
Watching her face, he investigated higher under his shirt and found panties. She flinched when the elastic around the leg holes snapped, but her nipples stiffened under the fabric of his shirt.
“Deal?” he repeated.
Her body relaxed, nearly melting. “Deal.”
The room went quiet.
“Will you let me make love to you, Lexie?”
Her eyelids got heavy. Dreamy. Instead of answering, she leaned forward and kissed him.
Cam’s pulse jumped, but the contact felt too good to rush. They were going to do this slowly this time. Unhurried and unhindered. Doubts, hurt and betrayal were going to be left at the door.
He let his fingers glide back under her panties. His touch bit into the soft globes of her ass as he kissed his way up to her ear.
“You don’t know how hard it’s been for me to stay out of that bedroom.”
“Cam.”
He caught his name on her lips. It had taken him long enough to get it there, he didn’t want to waste it. Once he started kissing her, though, he couldn’t stop. Their lips clung and their tongues rasped. He kissed her for a good, long time, feeling every clench of her thighs and every shiver along her spine.
As much as he liked her wearing his clothes, he wanted skin. Nuzzling his way under her chin, he slipped a hand inside the shirt and cupped her breast. She fit into his palm perfectly, spilling out around his fingers. He squeezed and felt her butt grind against his lap.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered. “Tell me what you like.”
“This.” She arched her back and slid her fingers into his hair.
He undid the shirt and pushed it off her shoulders. Her breasts were full and firm, sleek and soft. Just looking at her hard, pink nipples made Cam’s mouth water. Spreading his palm wide between her shoulder blades, he pulled her to him.
And latched on.
With a moan, he began suckling her. Suckling and nipping. He fondled and he licked. He kept at her until her stomach was quivering and her fingers were tugging at his hair.
“Ahhh,” she cried. “It’s too… More!”
He pushed the shirt off her entirely and turned with her in his arms. He laid her on the sofa. Papers crinkled, and he swept them onto the floor. She arched when she lay back and pulled out something that had poked her in the kidney. It was his phone. He tossed it nearly halfway across the room. Finally, she stretched out beneath him, and he let his weight come down atop her.
Her brown eyes were glazed as she looked up at him. “Do you orchestrate it so I always end up sitting next to you at meetings?”
He let one eyebrow lift. “It’s my job to make things happen.”
When he swiveled his erection in the cradle of her hips, her lips parted. “Things like this?”
“Definitely an outcome I’d hoped for.”
Her hands flitted down to cup his backside. “And all the times our legs bumped under the table or our shoulders brushed?”
“Strategic actions.”
“They worked.” She whispered into his ear, “They made me wet.”
Cam jerked as if someone had just kicked him in the butt, and she groaned as his hardness pushed between her legs. She undulated beneath him, and he quickly leveraged himself up off her.
Unzipping his pants, he shoved them down, along with his briefs. They fell on the floor on top of his shirt and a mess of wrinkled papers. Naked, he stood over her, arousal arcing through him. He wanted it all. He wanted to do everything to her…with her…
She laid back, her eyelids heavy as she looked up at him. Her gaze slid down his body and locked on his erection. Even that invisible touch nearly set him off. He was already stiff and pulsing.
Bending over her, he reached for her panties. “Lift.”
He peeled the little scrap of nothing over her hips and down her thighs. Coming down onto his knees, he positioned himself between her legs. She tried to sit up to meet him, but he spread his hand wide on her stomach and pressed her back down.
“This time I’m on top.”
As much as he’d loved letting her have her way the first time, he hadn’t gotten to touch her as much as he’d craved. Hooking his hand underneath her knee, he lifted her leg and draped it along the back of the couch. She jerked when he kissed the inside of her thigh.
“Easy.”
He nudged her other leg wider to make more room for himself, and she dropped her toes to the floor. Her foot arched as if she were wearing high heels, and he rewarded her with an open-mouthed kiss to her other thigh.
“Cam,” she said, breathing hard.
He didn’t give her time to get nervous or self-conscious. He simply bent down between her legs and settled his lips on her pussy. She rocked her hips upwards, and he slid his hands under her bottom to hold her there. Tilted upwards, she lay splayed beneath him as he began loving her with his mouth and his tongue.
Her whimper of delight filled the air.
God, she was sweet…responsive… He massaged her with his hands as he laved her sensitive flesh. With every stroke, he could feel her tensing and shaking.
She let out a cry when he penetrated her with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh God!” Reaching over her head, she gripped the arm of the sofa with both hands.
He went down on her harder then, burying his face in her soft, warm flesh. He ate at her, loving the shivers that ran through her and the way her hips jerked. Holding her down, he tongued her over and over again, alternately sucking on her clit.
Shudders were wracking her body when he finally moved up, kissing her stomach and stroking her sides. He cupped her breasts and nuzzled their tips with his nose. Enjoying the sensual feast, he nipped his way up her neck until he was positioned over her.
Looking down into her eyes, he shifted his hips. “Feel good?”
She could only moan.
He pushed into her, slow and deep. The fit was tight and wet. He gritted his teeth, and his eyes closed. It was so good. Almost too good.
His head snapped up. “Shit.” He pulled out of her fast. “Condom. Fuck. Let me just run to the bedroom.”
She pulled her foot off the floor and wrapped her leg around his waist. “I’m on the pill.”
He saw the question in her eyes. “I’m clean. God, you know I wouldn’t put you in danger like that.”
“I know.” She cupped his face. “Neither would I.”
Cam suddenly found it hard to breathe. “So?”
She tightened her leg, drawing him closer. It was all the encouragement he needed. He thrust back into her moist, tight heat. The sensation of her clinging to his bare cock nearly pushed him over right then and there.
“Fireworks,” she groaned.
He couldn’t have said it better. He started pumping forward and back. She surged with him, clenching at his back and trying to get him to pump faster.
He kept the rhythm slow. He wasn’t going to rush this.
S
he arched off the sofa and raked her nails along his shoulders. Her hair brushed against his arms as he tried to keep his weight off her, but she was persistent. She kept luring him until he dropped onto her, pressing her deep into the leather cushions.
“Want me,” she demanded, clutching him tight.
“I do.” He buried his face in the crook of her neck and began to ride her for good.
Sweat beaded their bodies as he thrust in and pulled out. Soft cries left her lips. His hips began rocking faster, and her cries became sharp inhales of air. He fisted his hands in her hair as their gazes locked. Her eyes were dark and glossy but totally focused on him. He dug his knees into the sofa as he sought better leverage.
Her eyes went wide when he found it.
Ramming into her, he took her deep and fast, until she let out a high-pitched cry and her eyelids fluttered closed.
She tightened around him, and Cam held on to her. She was so slick and hot. He felt the pulsations running through her and gave one last thrust, penetrating as far as he could go. Heat rushed over him and he came for what felt like forever, jetting in bursts. When it was over, he had nothing left. He let his weight fall down on her, and it took a long moment before he could catch his breath.
“Sexy Lexie is back,” he said hoarsely.
“Feel good?” she murmured in his ear.
He smiled in satisfaction. “Feel fantastic.”
They stayed there for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms. The intimacy was heavy as Cam took her all in. She looked flushed and feminine. Sexy and content.
“Stay with me,” he said. “Move in here until you figure out what you want to do.”
Her eyebrows jumped in surprise. “I hadn’t thought about…” Anything. He could see it plain as day on her face. She’d been so filled with pain and anger, she hadn’t thought beyond the moment.
Well, he had and there was no way she was going back to that house. “So don’t think. Just take my spare key. Stay here for a while.”
“But Roxie.”
Cam nearly swore. That was one subject he’d hoped to avoid.
“Even this sofa is more comfortable than her pullout. I don’t think my back could take any more nights on that thing.”
Lexie smiled. “You think you’d be invited?”
Damn, one smile and he could feel his body revving back up.
Deliberately, he rolled his hips. “You’re not going to shake me that easily.”
“Mmmm.” Her eyelids fluttered closed. “I don’t think I am.” When she opened her eyes again, though, the sweet smile left her face. “I don’t know if Roxie would even offer to let me stay anymore.”
Cam fought back the grumble that threatened to rise from his chest. He didn’t want to defend the evil twin. Not now. “She was just upset this morning.”
“She’s not used to the Underhills.”
And, unfortunately, Lexie was. Cam felt his frustration building. He’d wanted to lock out the outside world, but it was forcing its way back in.
“Thank you for being nice to her,” she whispered. Little lines of stress appeared between her eyes, wiping away the peaceful contentment that had been there only moments before. “It meant a lot to me. I know you two don’t get along.”
“That was basic humanity.”
“It was still nice.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Will you take me to The Ruckus? I need to talk to her.”
He’d do almost anything for her, but that? “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“She didn’t mean to hurt me. She couldn’t. Not as much as they did.”
They. If he could have gotten his hands on the Underhills right now, he would have strangled the lot of them.
He stroked his hand down her side and settled it over her hipbone. “Don’t make the same mistake twice,” he warned. “Don’t put too much faith in this newfound twin of yours.”
Her eyes darkened. “She’s not them.”
No, she wasn’t. Roxie was a different kind of trouble entirely.
Cam swore underneath his breath. He hadn’t wanted to drop this on her, but he didn’t see any way to avoid it. “Baby, she’s already put calls out to the news magazines and tabloids, wanting to sell her story.”
Beneath him, Lexie went still. “She’s what?”
“I told you, I’ve got resources looking into things. You just caught me talking with one.” He hadn’t put a stop on the background check, and he wasn’t especially happy with what his people were digging up.
Lexie struggled to sit up. “Now we have to talk with her.”
“Yeah, we do.” He eased his weight off her. She was right. It was better to nip this in the bud. “We’ll go get your car tonight and see if we can talk some sense into her. You don’t want reporters dogging your every step. They’re relentless and they’ll rip your life apart looking for secrets, imagined or real.”
She was already looking around for clothes. “Let’s go now.”
“Sweetheart, the bar isn’t open yet.”
“But I got inside the other day.”
“You think Roxie will let you in today?”
His shirt dropped back onto the floor.
Sighing, Cam caught her hand and pulled her back to him. “Let’s just take the day. You need to refresh and regroup—and I’m determined to get some food into you.”
Her gaze lifted. “But we’ll go?”
“I promise. Hell, what good’s a ruckus if you can’t raise one there?”
Chapter Twelve
Things were rocking at The Ruckus when they arrived. Even from as far away as they’d had to park, Lexie could hear the beat of the music that was playing inside. The bass traveled through the airwaves and echoed inside her chest. She looked around at all the pickups and motorcycles that circled the place. As a marketer, she was impressed by the business that one billboard was bringing in.
Then again, maybe it had been the twin action atop the bar that people were talking about.
She kept her eyes straight forward. There would be none of that tonight.
A Harley approached, and the roar of its engine drowned out the low thumping. The rumble seemed to throb through the pavement, and Cam’s hand settled low on her back. He made an almost imperceptible move to put himself between her and the street.
“I’m fine,” she murmured. They passed the stoop that led to Roxie’s apartment. The third-floor windows were dark, yet neon beer signs glowed up ahead. The bar was much more intimidating at night. She worried that Roxie might be too. Her twin hadn’t been happy when she’d left, and she’d had all day long to stew over things.
Cam opened the door to the bar, and the music rolled out. Lexie glanced inside but couldn’t see around the corner.
“There she is.” Skeeter hopped off the barstool he kept by the door. Before she could stop him, he enveloped her in a monster hug. “I was wondering if you’d drop by tonight. Feeling better?”
Lexie winced when she realized this man had seen her at her worst. Drawing back, she patted his massive chest. “A bit. Is Roxie working?”
“Yeah, she’s here.” He twisted his face and peeked over his shoulder. “Do you know what’s got her panties in a bind?”
Lexie bit her lip. “Maybe.”
Ignoring Cam, the bouncer grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her towards the bar. “Well, get in there and fix her. She’s taken more pieces out of my hide tonight than I can count. I’m big, but I don’t have much left.”
He gave her a familiar swat on the butt, and Lexie jumped in surprise. Cam let out a growl, but she caught his hand. She pulled him with her as she moved farther into the bar.
“Hey, look,” somebody said. “The carbon copy is back.”
A roar went up throughout the crowd, and more than a few bikers raised their mugs in her direction. Lexie waved at them even as she felt Cam’s glare radiate.
Had the place been this busy the other night when she was here? Her face got warm when she cou
ldn’t remember. Looking back, all she could really recall was how hot it had been and how…fun. She remembered laughing and singing. The place and the crowd weren’t her normal scene, but she’d felt free as a bird here. Happy and accepted.
She wanted that back.
Going up on her tiptoes, she tried to see past the beer tap. If Roxie was working it, she couldn’t tell. The place was jam-packed.
“Lexie!”
Turning to her right, she spotted the owner, Charlie. He waved them over as he finished wiping down a table. “Here, you two. Have a seat.”
The table was small and cramped, but welcome. “Thanks, Charlie.”
“Are you hungry? Want something to drink?”
Cam nodded. “A beer would be great. Whatever you’ve got on tap.”
He pulled back a chair for her, and Lexie sat. She tucked her purse close by her feet. The thought of alcohol made her stomach turn. “Diet Coke for me.”
“Good call.” Charlie winked at her knowingly. “I’ll send Roxie over.” He took a step, paused and turned back. “Could you do something about that burr under her saddle?”
Lexie smiled wanly. “I’ll try.”
“Wonderful.” Cam watched as the barman wove through the crowd. “And I thought Her Evilness was in a mood yesterday.”
“Cam.” Lexie glanced at him through her lashes. “Please?”
He rolled his shoulders and settled back into the wooden chair. The look he gave her was heated. “I know what I promised, and I know what you promised in return.”
She shifted in her chair. “Shh.”
He spread his legs wider under the table. His knee rubbed against hers, and she fluffed her hair. Her mind still hadn’t fully adjusted to the change in their relationship, but her body had. It melted every time he touched her or gave her that look. After the afternoon they’d spent together, she might as well be a puddle at his feet.
He draped an arm across the back of her chair, and his fingers stroked a strand of her hair. “But I can wait.”
She fiddled with the fresh bowl of peanuts Charlie had set in the middle of the table. Her chair was pointed right at the jukebox—the same jukebox where she and Cam had made out for the first time. In public.
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