Pure Will

by Kristi Pelton

  It was a moonless night and pitch dark. By the time she reached her car, I think she realized she didn’t have her keys. That meant Hamf had them. In defeat, she lowered her head. I grasped her hand and led her to my side of the truck. She got in without incident but moved clear across to the actual passenger seat. This wasn’t to my liking but I accepted it…for now. I’d never seen this side of her but I’d hurt her.

  It was when we rounded the corner to my house that her mouth fell open, I’m sure in reaction to the truck that still sat in the driveway. I quickly reached for her hand, fearful that she may jump from the truck as if she were Jason Bourne.

  Once I parked, I stared at her until she looked at me. Tears trickled over again, and I made a mental note to never forgive myself for what I’d done. I gently tugged her toward my door not chancing her getting out on her side.

  “What’s her name?” she finally spoke.

  I simply shook my head. “Tori.”

  Inside, I held tight to her even though I could tell she was trying to free her hand, but the moment we rounded the corner to the living room where Tori sat on the sofa, her hand tightened causing my heart to expand beyond capacity. Tori stood and offered Cam a smile.

  “Cam. This is Tori.”

  Cam grabbed on to my hand with both hands now.

  “Hi,” Cam said.

  “So nice to meet you,” Tori said.

  We all sat.

  “Tell me whatever it is you’re going to say,” Cam said. “Just say it.”

  I nodded, holding on to her, then swallowed my fear.

  “Tori was Matty’s girl. They were engaged when he left. After…Matty…was killed, well, we were all a mess. It was right after the funeral. Had only been a few weeks. Tori and I…” God I was a pussy. I couldn’t say it.

  “Will and I slept together,” Tori added and I shot her a scowl. I knew she was trying to help, but I needed to do this.

  “That’s right. We slept together.”

  Tears pooled again in Cam’s eyes.

  “It’s been a year. It was a comfort thing. The hurt was inexplicable for both of us and we fucked up. We both still struggle with regards to Matty.”

  Camden swallowed and spoke. “So it only happened that once?”

  She knew the answer before I said it because she tightened her eyes to where the tears were forced out.

  “Camden, it only happened twice,” I added quickly.

  “Recently?” she asked softly with her chin quivering.

  “No! A year ago.”

  With her eyes still closed she whispered. “Can we talk about this privately?”

  Instantly, I stood and motioned for Tori to go. “Absolutely. I only asked Tori to stay because I didn’t want there to be a question in your mind. Tori. I need you to go.”

  Tori nodded. “OK.” Then she turned and touched Camden’s shoulder. Camden stiffened.

  “Cam. Will has told me so much about you. I belonged with Matty, not Will. Will belongs with you. But I’ve met someone and I really like him and I’m scared. I’m scared of trampling on Matty’s memory. I’m scared of forgetting…” her voice trailed off.

  Camden turned to her and touched her hand, tears bit at my eyes.

  Tori continued. “I never want to forget. I loved him so much. But every day truly does get easier. At times I appreciate that and others I hate it and myself. Will reminds me who Matty was. He reminds me of the little things that made me smile. He reminds me that Matty would want me to move on and be happy.”

  They both cried and I quickly batted my tears away as the woman I loved hugged the woman Matty had cherished.

  Tori stared up at me and nodded her approval of Camden. And truth be told, it mattered little what she thought, but I was glad and wondered if someday, they might be friends.

  After I walked Tori out, thanked her and shut the garage door, I found Cam blowing her nose in the bathroom. I leaned against the doorframe and stared at her.

  “I’m sorry,” she said with a hoarse voice.

  Without thinking, I whisked her off her feet, carried her straight to the living room and sat with her covering my lap in the recliner. I wanted to take her straight to my bed and fuck some damn sense into this girl. What was she not getting? At this very second my entire world was resting on my left leg. She nuzzled her head beneath my chin.

  “Don’t apologize. Just know what you walked in on was a simple hug. She was hurting. There is nothing between us but friendship. I swear to you.”

  She nodded. “When I saw the truck, I thought it was a guy.”

  “That was Matty’s truck.”

  My arms wound around her like a python squeezing its kill. I couldn’t get her close enough. There was only one way I could get her closer. But I had to hold off.

  “How often do you talk to her?”

  “Not very often.” I fingered through her hair. “Once every couple of months. Camden, it really was a huge mistake. The guilt over what I had done with Matty’s girl was impossible to bear. I was truly a mess. Then that threw me deeper into the dark. I’ve been a mess for a while. She and I were both broken. But you…you were like a snow scraper cleaning off my windshield. Things aren’t clouded anymore. I can see. And I see exactly what I want. You’re my clarity…my anchor. You make me want to be the best Will I can be.”

  I lifted her chin so I could see her eyes. Tears again. Was this a hormonal thing?

  “Baaaby...don’t cry please.”

  “These are happy tears,” she smiled with swollen eyes.

  I brushed a soft kiss over her forehead.

  “If that’s the case then I’ll really scare you when I tell you that though I’m not a very religious man, when Matty was taken from us, I was angry at God. Pissed. I cursed up at him many times. But right now, I truly believe that when he made you, he could have stamped on your ass at birth ‘Made for Will Denton.’”

  She smiled.

  “And the things that have happened to us, whether good or bad, only prepared us for this moment. Those things in our life brought us here. If your mother hadn’t died, maybe you would be going to A&M. If Matty hadn’t died, who knows where I’d be. If the dickhead hadn’t taken advantage of you, who knows who you might have met and fallen in love with. But all those things happened and here we are together. That’s fate. That’s love.”

  Once that last word came out, I swallowed, wishing for a moment I could take it back. I’d never told anyone outside my family that I loved them and that was damn near close. Her rounded eyes found mine and she stared up at me. I don’t think either of us was breathing. I wasn’t ready for I love you! It had been two months. People don’t fall in love in two months! Fuck…who was I kidding? I was lying to myself. I loved her with every piece of me. And tonight, I was going to make her mine in every way possible. Wholly and completely. Rather than clarify what I meant with that L word, I decided to show her and mashed my mouth to hers.

  After carrying her into the bedroom, she literally hung in my arms like a rag doll. Maybe this wouldn’t happen tonight. With my spiel about everything happening for a reason, it was important that I got this right. With one arm holding her, I used my other to pull the bed down and shove off the pillows; then I laid her down. I nestled in beside her and she smiled.

  “This is it, isn’t it? You’re going to be with me? I can see it in your eyes,” she whispered.

  “Yes,” I answered. “This is it. As long as you want me too. I don’t want to wait another second.”

  She took my shirt in her hands and began pulling it upward. I think she just RSVP’d to my invitation.

  “Sit up, and lift your arms.”

  She did, and I gently raised her shirt over her head, disposing it on the floor next to the bed. I unfastened her bra and released her breasts. First off was a hug, feeling her skin against my skin caused my breath to catch. Then I laid her back and lay next to her. With the backs of my hands, I glided over her breast, all the while watching her face. Her mout
h formed a little O and she sucked in a breath. I tried not to get distracted thinking about her mouth and what it could suck. So, I kissed her as my hands massaged her breasts, paying special attention to the nipples because that’s what made her gasp. I left her mouth for a moment so that I could say hello to her breasts personally. And when I did, her neck arched slightly in unison with her back allowing me total access to her breasts. I hardened every time she whimpered at my touch. At this rate, I was going to blow in about 30 seconds. But, I guaran-damn-tee-ya, it will be the best 30 seconds of her life…and mine.

  When I started edging her pajama bottoms down, she lifted herself allowing me to pull them down easier. That was a definite RSVP. But it wasn’t until I traced down her thigh then back up that I knew she was more than ready for me.

  “Oh my God baby… You have no idea what that does to me,” I said softly.

  “Show me,” she begged.

  I rolled off of her and got rid of my own shorts. There was nothing I loved more than seeing her smile when she looked at me…all of me. I know me being inside of her worried her a bit. I would do everything I could not to hurt her.

  “Come here,” she invited and rolled over onto her side, her face by the edge of the bed. She opened her mouth. Holy fuck. Thank God for my tall California King because she was the perfect height lying down. Her mouth was almost too small for me but she managed one other time before. I slowly slid in her mouth and with her eyes closed and still laying on her side, her beauty stole my breath, and it wasn’t because I was getting a blowjob.

  Standing over and worshiping every inch of her body was getting me close. After touching her wetness again, and feeling her moan, I made nice with the sweetest place to touch on a woman’s body. When she cried out, pulling away from me, I lay down next to her but continued my assault. Her breathing bordered on panting as she gripped my biceps. I didn’t know whether to take her over the edge now or get inside her first. I wanted inside of her. Badly. I was desperate. But, for the first time ever, I wanted to please her first so I went for it. My assault stayed slow and steady never changing pace.

  “Will,” she panted and her face started to scrunch up. “Don’t stop.”

  I wouldn’t stop if I had a loaded revolver at my temple.

  “Never,” I said sweeping over her lips with mine. That’s when her hands tightened, her body stiffened and she released a pleasurable moan that brought me the greatest satisfaction.

  “Will, please. I ache. I need you,” she moaned.

  Brushing the hair that had fallen over her face, my eyes held hers. “Cam. Are you sure? For me, there is no going back. I want you to be mine in every way. Completely.”

  Her palm cupped my face. “I already am.”

  When I slid between her legs, she welcomed me by making room for me between them. I’d never not used a condom so I reached into the drawer retrieving one from the nightstand. I wondered if Max used condoms with her.

  “I told you I’m on the pill,” she whispered.

  “I know but I didn’t want you to worry about me.”

  “Should I be worried?” she asked with the corners of her lips turning up.

  I shook my head. “No. Not at all. I promise. But I also understand if you’d prefer me use this.”

  She reached between my legs and took me into her hands, guiding me toward her body. The moment I felt the wetness, the warmth, the softness, I closed my eyes and allowed her hips to meet me with a slow torturous aggression. Holy Mother of God. Never in my life had I experienced this feeling. And never in my life did I ever want to be without it again. As I tried to control my movements and allow her to set the pace, I reigned in every desire to shove myself as deep as I could. She still hadn’t taken all of me, but I prayed she would.

  She gasped and my eyes flew open.

  “You OK?” I asked.

  She nodded raising her hips again to meet me.

  “Will,” she whispered and fuck that riled me up. I was gonna blow and I hadn’t gotten all the way in. You’ve got to be kidding me. I needed duct tape or a gag ball or a…I don’t know what. Hearing her cry out my name. I had to shut her up so I could last at least a minute! So…I smashed my lips to hers.

  ANYTHING…that’s what I would do for her.

  Her hips continued their aggressive assault and I wasn’t going to last.

  “Camden,” I panted.

  “Oh Will,” she whimpered.

  This was my undoing…for the first time in my life, I unloaded inside of the woman I loved. Not in a sock, not on my stomach, not in a condom…but I released inside of Camden. There could be nothing greater.

  When she rested at my side, I had to concentrate on controlling my breathing. Breathing…it’s not something you really ever think about…it just happens. But right now, it was sporadic. In and out. In through the nose and out through the mouth. Breathing… That and the beat of my heart were out of sync. Things had been out of sync since I’d met her. I didn’t understand what was happening. I felt like I needed to say something, but I could only kiss her forehead and hold her close.

  I’d never stayed this long with a girl after sex, and I think if she tried to move, I’d tie her to the bed just to keep her here. Her breathing seemed so much more controlled than mine. I think sleep was falling over her, which made me glad; I wasn’t sure what to say.

  “Will,” she whispered and my eyes sprang open.

  I didn’t answer. Shitty thing to do maybe but I was trying to process what was happening with my breathing and my heart. If she said my name again, I would answer.

  “I love you, Will,” she said so softly, but I heard it; then she nuzzled deeper into my underarm.

  And with those four words, my breathing stabilized, my heart secured a strong rhythm, and the biggest smile in the world crossed my face. Everything was right in my world and I even had a feeling that Matty was laughing his ass off at me right now in heaven.

  Chapter—Cam

  The phenomenal smell of bacon wafted through my nose and I slowly opened my eyes. Will was sitting next to me with a lazy smile and a platter of food. I’d never had breakfast in bed.

  “Good morning, Dear,” he said in the roughest, sexiest, lowest grumble.

  I buried my head. “I don’t like Dear.”

  “You will when you’re 90. I’m just practicing, lo-ver.”

  I grinned at him. I loved when he said things like that.

  “Lover is better I suppose. I’ve never had breakfast in bed.”

  He held a piece of bacon to my mouth and I took a bite. My mouth watered around the meat.

  “Mmmmmm.”

  “I like eating big breakfasts,” he said.

  I sat upright and winced at the soreness between my legs.

  “Sore?” he asked as blood rushed to my face.

  I nodded. “A little.”

  “I’m sorry,” he said.

  “Sorry? It’s sat empty for years. I welcome its new…large…visitor,” I giggled.

  “Oh shut up! And believe me, I’m glad it’s been vacant for years. But now, you can put the sold sign up. I’m taking over the mortgage.”

  I don’t know how he expected me to respond when he said things that seemed so…permanent.

  “Well, no papers have been signed, and it’s a pretty expensive mortgage payment. I’m not sure you can afford it?”

  He lifted the platter and sat it on the nightstand then dug his fingers into my side. “Name the price.”

  I laughed as he tickled, but then he hovered over me, resting on his arms, staring at me. His beautiful blue eyes turning serious. “Tell me Cam.”

  All I wanted was him. Nothing else. I didn’t care about a house—hell I’d been raised in a beautiful mansion with my father and no mother for the last 13 years. All I wanted during that time was Tracy’s love, and she ended up telling me I was a manipulative little slut.

  “I only want you.”

  He brushed a quick kiss over my lips.

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�You already have that, silly.”

  He didn’t understand really. I had my mom and Tracy and even Max for that matter and now they were gone…

  “Do you ever think we are moving too fast?” I asked without thinking.

  His eyes bulged then relaxed. “Don’t go. I’ll back off if you need space.”

  “No!” I nearly shouted. “That’s not what I meant. This just went from serious to…seriouser…really fast.”

  “Seriouser? Really Miss Tutor?”

  I grinned. “I’m completely seriouser. Whatever…space is overrated. I’m very happy where I am right now.”

  “What if you were closer?”

  I glanced down between our two bodies that were smashed together and said, “Not sure that’s a possibility.”

  “I’m thinking more…geographically speaking.”

  Geographically? We were in the same city and state. “Huh?”

  He grabbed another slice of bacon taking a bite then offering me the other half.

  “This is going to sound rushed because it’s only been two months…but…we could do it slow. We could start with weekends—kind of like a supervised visitation on a trial basis. Then as things go successfully, we could increase your visitation.”

  He wants me staying here?!?!?! I tried to control the fireworks going off in my head at the thought. He really likes me!

  “You want me to move in here?”

  He shot his hand up. “Whoa. You make it sound so formal when you say it like that!” he laughed.

  “You made it sound like I was a child and you were bargaining for my time in a child custody case. Freak.”

  With his thumb, he traced over my bottom lip. “I haven’t begun to show you my freak side yet baby,” he whispered with a smile I’ve only seen on his father.

  The smile and words combined stirred my insides and I squirmed in his arms. He leaned down and lightly bit my bottom lip.

  “So. Here’s the deal. I have to go to Vegas in a week for a competition. You will stay here while I’m gone. I have a security system. And I know you’ll be safe,” he explained.

  I sprung upright in the bed. “I’m not staying here without you!”