“Matty,” he moaned then shot upright, eyes wide and yelled, “Cam!”
I grabbed his face forcing him to look at me. “I’m right here.”
He panted and a light sheen of sweat covered his body.
His glistening eyes roamed over my face and he blinked back tears.
“Will? What’s wrong?”
He shook his head. “Nothing. I’m sorry,”
We were in an awkward position so I straddled him and found his face in the darkness.
“Please tell me. I’ve told you so much. Trust me, Will,” I nearly pled. “Please.”
As he inhaled a long, measured breath, I stayed put. He took one hand in his and kissed it.
“Matty was my younger brother. There were two years between us. I’d always protected him. He was a little bit smaller than me and sometimes he got heckled about that. That pissed me off because Matty was tougher than shit. I knew he lived in my shadow. When I went to college, he wanted to do something different. So he joined the Marines. Mom wanted him to join the Navy, she thought that would be safer…but he wanted to stand out at something.”
He closed his eyes and tears swelled in mine.
“He begged me to go. Join with him. I think he knew I’d do my best to never let anything happen to him. We’d never done anything apart. As much as he hated being in my shadow, he adored me. But not near as much as I adored him. He was my best friend. My brother.”
In my heart, I knew he had been killed, but I waited for him to say it.
“We Skyped when we could. Wrote letters. Talked on occasion. He was 32 days away from coming home. Thirty-two,” he whispered. “We were told they were walking through a village. Not sure where the shots even came from. He was killed instantly, which was good I suppose.” His voice cracked and when he closed his eyes, tears leaked out the sides falling toward his ears. I leaned forward and kissed the trail of wetness near his temples. His chest rose and fell with quick breaths.
“Will. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I whispered still straddling him but now laying flat against his chest. His arms wrapped around me and his chest trembled.
“I miss him so much,” he cried and I squeezed him even tighter then spread kisses over his face. “I’m sorry, Cam.”
My eyes darted up to his. “Sorry? For what? Don’t be sorry. Don’t be sorry. You hurt. Hurt hurts.”
“I need you,” he said softly raking his fingers through my hair.
“I’m here.” And for whatever reason, I kissed him. And this time, I navigated the kiss. My lips touching his. My tongue searching for his. Our souls even coming together in just a simple kiss. I kissed down his neck and over his pecs moving down his abs. I’d never been this close to them so I took my time feeling every curve of every distinct notch of muscle. At one point, his stomach quivered and I heard a low chuckle rumble through him. I loved even for a moment that I’d gotten his mind off the heavier stuff. And as I kissed along the waistband of his undershorts, he moaned.
I was nervous as I slid my fingers beneath the cotton of his shorts and began to inch them down his thighs. A girl always wondered about the size of a guy and I was about to find out. I lifted his shorts up and over and I was shocked…scared…I don’t know what. When I had just turned 16 and experienced what I had with Max, I thought then that he was big…but compared to Will, he wasn’t. The thought of what I held in my hand right now being inside of me made me tighten everywhere. I wanted to do what he had done to me earlier but I honestly wasn’t sure I could.
“Cam. You don’t have to do that,” he said somewhat easing my anxiety.
Max had never given me a choice. He would knot my overabundance of hair in his hand. He would gag me. I hated it! How could I have ever thought that he was something good? Working through this now and the realization…
For the first time ever, I wanted to do this. Do it my way. Do it at my pace. Do it for Will and myself.
When Will caressed my cheek and looked down at me, I knew I wanted to try…so I did…and when it was over and he kissed my forehead…I finally realized what love was beginning to feel like; I wanted to do it over and over again for him.
Chapter—Will
I remember asking my dad one time how he knew that my mother was the one and he laughed at me. I asked him what was so funny. And he shook his head and said, “you’ll know because she’ll knock you clean off your ass. I can’t put it into words, Son. But you’ll have no doubt.” Well, I had no doubt. It didn’t take a blowjob to confirm this. I think I knew from the first time her little feet stuck out from beneath that blanket and her head was tucked under a pillow. When she gave me that thumbs up.
Camden Biggs got me. She didn’t pressure me to talk about Matty, but simply listened. She didn’t try like everyone else to offer suggestions of how to move on, she simply made me forget for a little while.
She came home that next night with take out Chinese that she picked up on her way. I supplied a bottle of wine. Never been much of a wine drinker but it seemed the thing to do…especially for what I had planned.
Kate pitched a fit about the hotel room and Cam forced me to allow her to stay, so I did. But there was not a chance in hell I would let her come between Camden and me.
After finishing the food and for me only one glass of wine before switching back to the brew, I could tell she had a wee bit of a buzz. Perfect.
“What are you looking at?” she asked with an ornery grin.
“Well, I’m going out on a limb here I suppose, but I’m looking at my sexy little girlfriend.”
She glanced behind her and to each side. “Where?”
After she said where, she started giggling and I couldn’t help but laugh too.
I needed to get her turned on…hmmm. A kiss for starters.
I pulled her toward me and laid one on her. Her kiss was slow, delicious, and literally methodical at the moment. She seemed the one intent at turning me on. Well…I was on! Once I held her in my arms, she relaxed into me and her kiss softened and our mouths became one.
Slowing the kiss, she asked, “So, I’m your girlfriend?”
A slow grin touched my lips. Was she wanting confirmation from me? Hell, she was living with me at the moment.
“Can you think of a better word?” I asked.
One of her brows arched. “I’m your… sweetheart?”
I crinkled up my nose. “Overused.”
“Partner?”
“Too gay.”
“Lover?”
“Sounds like fuck buddies.”
She laughed out loud and lay back on the sofa. God she was beautiful.
“Dear?” she asked.
“Maybe if you were 90.”
She finished her glass of wine so I poured the remains of the bottle into her glass.
“You trying to get me drunk?”
I winked. “No, not drunk…loose…free…uninhibited…dear.”
This time she crinkled up her nose. “No Dear. How about just baby…you’ve used that a couple of times.”
“Baby, I’ll call you whatever you want me to,” I said rubbing her thigh and her legs opened to my touch, pleasing me.
Her grin faded and her beautiful greens held questions.
“What’s wrong?” I asked softly.
“Why do you want me loose…free…uninhibited?” She mimicked me.
My heart skipped a beat for a second. I grabbed the little gift sack beside the sofa and handed it to her. She tossed the tissue paper aside and pulled out her vibrator closing her eyes and shaking her head. I squeezed her thigh.
“This isn’t fair,” she complained.
“But baby…a deals a deal. You lost the bet.”
“I was under extreme duress,” she whispered and I think it was because I was rubbing the spot I wanted to watch her rub. My other hand ventured north beneath her shirt to her breast. She exhaled a long breath, which smelled like wine.
“What if Kate comes home?”
I smiled at her.
“I told her I wanted the night with you. She couldn’t come home until midnight. It’s 9. We’re golden.”
I watched as she made a meal out of her lip. I wouldn’t allow her to abuse it so I pulled it free of her teeth.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked with a blush invading her cheeks.
I certainly couldn’t list the things I’d like to see her do with that thing…
“Cam, you tell me. It’s your friend…remember?” I said grinning.
She held the vibrator up and examined it. She was…thinking? I unfastened her jeans and she watched me with hooded eyes as I leisurely inched them over her tiny hips. My heart thudded when she lifted her hips for me.
“Angel?” she whispered.
“Huh?”
“You said no to sweetheart, partner, lover and dear. How about your angel?”
Her eyes twinkled. And as I looked down at her black lace underwear, a chuckle rumbled through my chest. Part-devil…
“Angel, huh? Too pure,” I asked.
“Only because you are trying to corrupt me.”
I kissed each leg as I freed them from the denim. Goose bumps scattered over her skin.
“Can I leave my panties on?”
I shook my head. “I don’t recall that sort of clause in the agreement.”
There she goes biting that lip again as my index fingers curled around the band of her panties. Her eyes closed as every part of her below the waist was bared to me. I hardened so quickly in my jeans that I had to adjust the position I sat in. Her barely there landing strip the color of her hair.
“Will…” she whined.
She was laying partly upright on the sofa but with her legs on me. I slid from beneath them and sat on the floor sitting her upright so I could remove her shirt.
When she raised her arms in the air before I asked, my lower half tightened. Her bra followed her shirt to the floor behind me. And there was my girl…naked in front of me.
“Will. This is embarrassing.”
“Listen to me sweetheart, partner, lover and dear. This…is sexy as hell. But I also want you comfortable. So…” I sat her upright then slid in behind her, resting her back on my chest. God she felt good. “Now, I can’t really see anything; but I still get to watch.”
I nipped at her ear lobe and pulled her hair to the side and when I did, I saw a tear slide from her eye. Damn it! I’d pushed her too far. I grabbed the fleece throw from the back of the sofa whipping it in front of us, then allowing it to gently fall over her.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered brushing a kiss over her temple, then drying the tear with my lips. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s OK,” she said softly. “I’m sorry. I’m not saying no. I…I just.”
“Shhhh.” I completely engulfed her bare body with my clothed one and yet I didn’t feel as if I could get her close enough. “Forgive me, Cam.”
A feeling of panic consumed me. That fuckwad had pushed her, violated her, bit her, used her…what the hell was I thinking? I needed to stand. Pace. Punch something. Move. But I couldn’t. She nuzzled close like she needed me too. Like she wanted to be closer. I couldn’t lose her. I had to remember that she was more fragile…shit! You’re a jackass, Denton!
The moment her little body curled into my side and she closed her eyes, my body instantly calmed. The frantic feeling subsided. Hopefully, sleep would overtake her so this moment could simply pass. I too closed my eyes and rested my chin on her head hopeful that she wouldn’t go.
“Will…”
My eyes came open to the sound of her voice.
“Hey, beautiful.”
I glanced at the clock; we’d dozed for almost an hour…or at least I did. Having her body next to mine felt like a natural fit. Her emerald eyes gazing lazily up at me.
A soft buzz hummed and she bit her lip.
“What?” I asked.
Her hands came out from beneath the blanket and her toy was buzzing away. Had she already done it?”
“Did you?”
“No, silly. I wouldn’t do it without you,” she said brushing her lips over my chest. “Thank you for being…understanding and patient and perfect.”
I kissed the tip of her nose. “Camden. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you…I…”
Three of her fingers covered my lips.
“I’m ready now. I’ll still be embarrassed but I’m ready.”
“No. No. It’s ok. You don’t have to do this…,” I said, wanting to comfort her.
“Will. Please. I want to.”
With that, she nestled deeper into my lap.
“I’d like to keep the blanket on, if that’s ok,” she whispered.
“You bet. This is yours to navigate.”
“Then touch me, Will. Touch me. Help me do this…”
Fuuuuuck! She didn’t have to ask more than once.
I kissed down her neck to her shoulder. With one hand, I found her breast and the other hand moved directly to the pot of gold. A shudder rippled through her body. And damn she was wet. This was exciting to her as well. Could a man be jealous of an inanimate object? The answer was yes. But not enough to not want to watch her use it.
I took it from her hands; the small hum muffled her light panting. I was curious if she could feel my joint throbbing against her back.
“I want to touch you first,” I said as one of her arms looped around my neck. I rubbed down her abdomen, which quivered as my hand grazed over her skin. Wow…she was so ready for me. My lower half was disagreeing with my head. It was ready and willing to replace the vibrator.
“Why does this turn you on?” she asked.
After brushing her temple with a kiss, with two fingers, I pressed inside of her.
“Cam… Pleasing you. Knowing that I make you this wet.”
Her tongue skated along my jaw. “You make every girl this wet. You’re beautiful,” she said.
“You’re the only girl I care about…dear.”
She quietly laughed. When I put the vibrator in her hand, her legs fell open and she gently laid it on her sweet spot.
I brought my hands up to her breasts and the back of her head rolled from side to side on my shoulder.
“Will. This…is…going…to…take…about two minutes,” she said each word between broken breaths.
“That’s ok baby…”
She moaned out loud as I tasted her neck and ear lobe then continued to roll her nipple between my thumb and finger.
“Will,” she squeaked and started to sit upright but I easily restrained her with my arm keeping her next to me.
“Don’t move…stay right in my arms,” I whispered.
With her left hand, she gripped my bicep and began arching back. Her breath was beginning to hitch and her tiny little fingers became like claws as they dug into my skin.
“Baby,” I said softly directly in her ear. “Finish for me…”
Then she released herself. And the tiny little cry was one I knew I wanted to hear over and over again.
Chapter- Cam
Will rearranged the throw over us and held me tightly. I can’t believe I just did that beneath his helping hand and watchful eye.
“How about mine?” he asked.
“What?”
“Mine. For your name. Not sweetheart or partner or lover or dear. Just mine.”
I smiled. I got it now. “I guess that’s close to girlfriend.”
He lifted my chin angling my neck sideways and kissed me.
“No. Cam. That’s more than a girlfriend. That’s a commitment. That’s a monogamous thing.”
He wanted only me. This made me smile but I tried hard to control my emotion so terrified I would scare him away. If he knew for even a short second what he was doing to me. How I felt. This was crazy. He had become an obsession.
“Is that what you want?” I casually asked.
His legs wrapped around me and his arms held me tightly. “Unequivocally, Yes! I don’t want any part of my life before you.”
I had gone nearly five years without a man and there was only one man I wanted now. Max was no longer in the picture. Will was it. The more I had of him, the more I wanted.
I turned sideways, my cheek resting on his chest.
“Yes, Will. I want that too.”
He released a pent up breath and nestled deeper into the sofa taking me with him as if we were going to sleep there. I was still naked! He was fully clothed. But swathed in his throw and in his arms, I felt like nothing could hurt me. He was mine and I was his.
The stadium looked nothing like I thought it would. Stations were set up everywhere with rings, ropes, barbells, sledgehammers… Fans were scattered around as people made their way into the stadium.
“Denton!” someone shouted and Will nodded at the guy who darted over to us with a program and a pen.
“This is where I want you to sit, OK? My parents should be here too.”
“Hey Will. Can I get your autograph?”
Will gave him a modest smile and signed his picture in the program. He looked buff as hell in the picture. I mentally noted that I wanted a program too. My guy was plastered over a full page. IN COLOR!
I sat.
He tugged on my arm. “Not yet. You’re coming with me.”
“OK.”
We descended the stairs together then walked into a tunnel, down a hallway and turned into a locker room.
“Girl!” he shouted as we started into the bright room.
As we rounded a corner about six guys were spread out over the room—each built like Will. A couple lounging on the locker room benches, one with a towel over his face, one pacing next to the lockers twisting his neck, another stretching on the floor. A catcall whistle came from behind us and Will spun around with venom in his eyes.
“Oh hey, Denton,” the guy said with a twisted grin.
Will’s chest puffed out. “Fuck off Simmons. But first, whistle at her again and see how fast my fucking fist tells your lips to stop whistling.”
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