by C. M. Marin
Sure, the guys and I are close. We’ve known each for years and each one of us would literally die to save a brother if we had to. There’s always worry sticking to the back of our minds, afraid to lose one of us. But what I read now in Camryn’s eyes is something entirely different. The affectionate concern pouring out of her isn’t something anyone has shown me in a really long time.
“You shouldn’t worry about me,” I tell her, surprised that I have to fight to keep my voice steady.
“But I do,” is her whispered response as she leans into my paralyzed touch.
I want to tell her that even though the life I chose to live isn’t free from all risks, she needs to forget the images of the Wild West that are most likely running through her head right now. I want to convince her that we’re not mercenaries who fight duels in broad daylight, and that being cautious is part of who I am. But when my mouth launches into action, it decides it’d rather dip to taste hers than say words that won’t ease her mind anyway. We’re usually scared of what we don’t know, and Camryn doesn’t know my world.
She’s only briefly stunned by my lips slamming into hers, because she quickly takes a small step forward to let herself press against my body. Though her move is graceful, there’s in it a willingness that’s enough to push my kiss to take a ravishing turn. The need I feel when she’s near me is powerful. I’ve kept a respectable distance for as long as I could, and it’s been hell. I needed that. The softness of her lips, the feel of her body leaning into mine… I craved it. A primal, irrepressible need. Couldn’t stay away one more second.
She tenses ever so slightly when my tongue seeks hers almost frantically, but just as I start to dread I’ve moved too fast, she moans a sound that has a Neanderthal satisfaction fueling my need and making my cock crave an even greater physical contact. Confined inside my jeans and boxers, two layers way too thick, it jerks helplessly, reminding me with its endless painful twitches that I haven’t gotten laid in forever. Okay, seven days, but fuck if I can remember the last time I’ve lived through such a long dry spell.
Rolling my tongue around hers, I revel in the hotness of it, tasting her like I’ll never get one more shot at it. I revel in her taste and in her little sounds. And when her hands settle on my waist, her fingers digging into the flesh through my shirt as she kisses me back freely, I revel in her touch, and the little restraint I was still able to hold on to so I wouldn’t scare her off crumbles.
The back of her knees hit the bed when I lead her toward it, and I lean over her as soon as she has fallen on it. My weight must be crushing her, but the feel of her curves under my body feels so fucking amazing I forget everything but that sensation as I groan into her mouth.
But then she denies me of her lips and sucks in a panting breath before speaking words I knew deep down she’d pronounce at some point. “I don’t think I can.”
Pulling away from her only slightly as I push on my elbows to look at her properly, I nod. “I know,” I rasp through my own struggling breath. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”
Her eyes hold thankfulness and apologies all at once. “It’s not that I don’t want to, because I do. I’m just…”
“You’re not ready. I get it,” I tell her when she can’t seem to be able to say it herself, and I mean it even though the restraint I’m forced to pull out kills me. “You’re not ready, it’s alright.”
“Probably not.” A doleful sigh flows out of her. “I’m not ready for everything, at least. But I want you to touch me,” she goes on, shocking the fuck out of me.
The words don’t help taming my cock that’s still trying to rip through my clothes to free itself, and I don’t move one muscle, staring into her eyes. “You sure? I don’t―”
“I’m sure,” she declares, not allowing me to finish. “I… This isn’t something I’ve felt in a long time, but I want your hands on me. I’ve wanted it since the first time you took my hand.”
She isn’t ready to fuck another man than the fiancé she’s still trying to stay faithful to, but I knew I hadn’t made up the sexual tension that quickly grew thicker between us. And I’m sure that even if it’s subconsciously, she’s begun to move forward. She wouldn’t be allowing me to touch her otherwise.
My gaze doesn’t leave her as I silently agree to her request by lifting a hand, the tip of my fingers making contact with the bare skin of her collarbone. The fleeting touch causes shivers to rake through her body, and I watch her eyes following the path I start to trace on her. My hand skims over her soft skin down to her breasts, outlining the curves I’ve been lusting after the three times I’ve seen her.
Three fucking times.
She has embedded herself deep into my head, messing up my thoughts and leaving me in a constant state of arousal.
Whatever girls showing up at club parties have always done the trick for me, as long as they have good enough skills to get me off and they don’t need a detailed plan to find the door after they got their own release. And if the girl whose body I caught sight of during the evening is already busy fucking one of my brothers, I just move on to another one. But Camryn… She’s a different story.
First, any guy comparing her to any overused girl who thinks she’ll tame a biker by letting them all try her pussy is an idiot. And then, Camryn hasn’t left my mind since the day my eyes caught her chewing on her pancakes. Literally hasn’t left it. See? Nothing to do with the club’s whores my brothers and I can compare the prowess. That sure as damn hell wouldn’t happen with Camryn. Only contemplating her with one of my brothers ends up with an image of me beating the shit out of them. Maybe slitting their throat.
Like I said, that girl messes with my head.
I’m too far gone to even care. Just like I can’t bring myself to care about the fact that I shouldn’t even be thinking of touching a girl like her. My hands can only taint her, that much is clear in my mind. But how could I ignore the lust floating in her eyes as I tug at the hem of her strapless dress and at her bra until both are resting under her breasts. I can’t ignore either the way she pushes her chest upward as soon as my hand gets to enjoy the feel of one breast in a firm squeeze.
They’re just like I imagined them. Round and full, with rosy nipples calling to me.
“Nate.”
My name on her lips is like velvet to my ears. Soft and sultry. Needing.
Her legs are closed tightly, but it’s not a way for her to prevent my hand from settling between them if I attempted to reach down. Her hips writhe as she tries to soothe the ache that must be building between those toned thighs, and that fuels my own arousal all the more.
“Can I taste these beautiful tits, baby? Been dying to since I saw them peeking through your shirt when I kissed you yesterday.”
Fully erect, those nipples are just waiting for my mouth to eat them out.
“Yes,” she breathes out.
I’ve never had a woman so sexy lying before me. She’s like a sweet gift wrapped up in a sizzling lust that erupts from her every pore as she looks at me. This is a sight I’m not sure she’ll let me see again, so I almost renounce to lose it by putting my mouth on her. But her perky nipples scream at me to give them some attention, and I comply. Lightly, my teeth rake over the taut flesh, my eyes staying locked on Camryn’s for a short moment as I watch them cloud with desire. They flutter closed when I suck on the sensitive nipple, and the sounds she makes, loud and deep, push my gaze to lower as I suck harder, switching nipples to work on the other one just as savagely. My attention only diverts from my task when I feel movements between our bodies.
With a loud popping sound, I let go of her nipple and my eyes fall on Camryn’s hand. “Fuck,” I rasp out. “Am I turning you on, baby? Open those legs if you want my hand to replace yours,” I tell her, knowing that it’s not because she’s turned on that being touched there is something she can go through with.
I didn’t notice her lifting her dress up, but it’s now pulled up around her waist,
granting her delicate fingers with the opportunity to rub her clit in slow motions over the lace of her black panties. Her horny state is betrayed by the moans climbing up her throat, which isn’t surprising after more than a year of abstinence. No doubt she takes care of herself regularly, but we all know there’s no comparison to being touched by someone else. Someone who knows what they’re doing, that is.
She likes this. She wants it. Needs it, even.
An outstanding patience isn’t required, because her legs part almost immediately as her hand budges slightly. A groan rattles my chest even before my forefinger goes to press resolutely on her clit, forcing out of her the sexiest moan that has ever met my ears.
My cock needs to remember it won’t get the pleasure of nestling inside those walls, but damn if it doesn’t need to, especially with the friction against my clothes when I move aside a bit, allowing Cam’s legs to open further.
“I need…” she gasps, and her next words are killed by her ragged breathing.
Her eyes snap open, searching down instinctively when I tug aside the drenched fabric of her panties and blow a warm breath on her exposed clit. Her glistening pussy clenches, and her head falls back as her hips wriggle in palpable desperation. Fuck, the sight of her keeps getting hotter. Her breasts and pussy are bare and visibly requesting attention as one of her hands clasps the sheets beside her while the other caresses up her soft thigh in a sensual motion. Even if my dick won’t get the privilege of plunging into that heavenly wetness, this is going to be worth the torture. A grin forms on my lips as I watch Camryn’s body pleading for a pleasure and a release it’s been missing cruelly.
“What you need is to come hard,” I tease her entrance, enjoying the way her ass moves as she seeks more of my touch all over again.
And when I give her more by stretching her with two fingers sliding slowly inside of her hotness, her back arches enough for her pussy to swallow my fingers until they can’t possibly go deeper.
“What you need is to feel your pussy tightening so hard on my fingers that it keeps you from thinking. From even breathing.” My voice grows hoarse with barely bearable desire as I use my thumb to stroke her swollen clit.
My dirty talk seems to throw her into an even more delirious arousal, because a string of whimpers flees her lips.
She’s so damn tight. So tight my dick starts to curse me for denying it from what we both know would be perfection.
When Cam squeezes her breast while dragging her thumb over her hard nipple, I take it as an invitation to work toward my goal and what I just promised her. I lower my body enough to set an arm across her stomach while maintaining her left knee on the mattress with the pressure of my chest.
Straight away, my fingers thrust in and out, easily sliding against her damp walls all the while my lips close around her clit to suck at it firmly. Her hips try to rock violently, and when my arm pressing on her stomach blocks her motions, she reaches down to grab a handful of my short hair to help her endure the pleasure I give her without mercy.
“God, Nate!” she cries out before her attempt at voicing her sensations ends up on mumbled whimpers. “This… I…”
No more than two seconds later, I get to witness the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I witness what my dick would have wanted to be the one causing. Legs shaking, fists clenching around whatever fabric they find, entire body tightening, she lets out a raw cry as she walks through her first proper orgasm in more than a year. And hell if I’m not fucking proud to be the one offering it to her.
My fingers don’t weaken their pace, and my mouth keeps sucking her clit with an assaulting force until I can feel her muscles go limp under me. Then only do I raise my head to take my first look at her sated face.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous lying there half naked with her lips parted and her eyes closed, her chest moving up and down wildly.
My eyes never leaving that beautiful image, I wait for her to fully come down from her climax and for her gaze to find mine. But as soon as that happens, I freeze.
Despite the blissful glow irradiating her face, a lonely tear slowly follows a path along her temple, and a sick feeling settles deep into my stomach. I sure don’t want her regretting one damn thing I did to her just now. Or regretting anything I’d ever do to her should she let me touch her again.
“Talk to me,” I murmur, surprisingly able to control the steadiness of my voice.
“This was amazing,” she chuckles, her smile appeasing me instantly. “For a second, I really thought I wouldn’t be able to take all of it. Damn, your mouth,” she shakes her head.
I forget about any concern on the spot, but I also forget all about any other man she was with as I shoot her a grin. Yeah, she’s right here with me and knows just well who made her reach the stars she saw behind her eyelids. And I can’t fucking wait to show her what else I can do to her.
Her safety might be the main reason I’m ready to beg her to stop being stubborn and agree to stay here, but it’s not the only one. I want her in my bed tonight. I love seeing her there. And for a reason I can’t explain just yet, it took no more than a couple of minutes when we arrived here earlier to know I also love seeing her in my world.
Chapter 7
Camryn
“The secret is simple. Respect the measures and the cooking time to the letter,” I finally tell Melvin―the prospect―, pointing a finger at the piece of paper set onto the kitchen counter in front of us.
He listened to my culinary advice with sharp attention all the while I detailed every primordial step needed to make my mom’s delicious tarte tatin. It will help him please those guys out there who apparently hold in their hands his whole future―Melvin’s words, not mine. From what I understood, I think he’s some sort of trainee working his ass off to prove his worth.
Melvin is still nodding confidently at me when a deep voice has us both spinning around.
“What’s going on in here?”
Arms crossed over his chest I’ve already touched but now see bare for the first time, Nate is leaning against the door frame, his eyes on us. I’m quickly distracted by the tattooed left side of his chest that is just like I imagined it. A true piece of art. Defined, hard lines are staring right back at me. But my distraction is short because even though he seems relaxed in this posture, his gaze has a sharp, cold edge to it when it settles briefly on Melvin. I’m not sure I like it, because either he doesn’t trust his prospect and that’s a considerable problem considering the life he lives, or he thinks he has something to say about who I’m speaking with and that’s even worse. I’m aware what he did to me in his room twenty minutes ago got us slightly closer, but this weird I’m-staking-my-territory vibe he’s sending right now is over the top. We barely know each other, even if it oddly doesn’t feel that way.
“We are talking,” I stress the last word as I lean a hip against the counter, crossing my own arms. “Is it forbidden to speak with a nice guy who is crazy busy cooking for you all?” I challenge.
A grin forms lazily on his face as his expression softens, and I’m not proud to say that his inappropriate behavior is all forgotten the moment he threads his fingers into his hair. It appears even darker than usual because they’re damp from his shower.
“Camryn just gave me some ideas for dessert, prez. Nothing else,” Melvin vows, but Nate’s attention doesn’t steer from me, his smile staying in place as he acts like Melvin hasn’t even spoken at all. “I’ll leave you two alone for a second. Thanks, Camryn,” he tells me before walking away.
Nate steps aside to allow him to walk through the door, but he doesn’t spare him a glance.
Not even his sexiness can subdue my annoyance right now.
“You don’t deserve that killer tarte tatin he’ll bake for dessert. You’re rude,” I state.
Not losing one inch of his smile that’s now close to turning arrogant, he moves slowly toward me, only stopping when there’s barely any space left between our bodies.
I hope he c
an’t hear my heart racing. If he does hear my furious heartbeats, he keeps it to himself as he hums instead.
“I think I deserve two pieces of it for making you scream my name,” he drawls then, and I knew something like this would come out of his mouth the moment I saw his stare filling with a searing spark as he towered over me.
“I didn’t scream,” I remind him, though I was so deeply lost in that crazy orgasm that I wouldn’t know that for sure. “And maybe you think you deserve two pieces because you think you were better than you actually were,” I shrug, taunting him in purpose.
Unlike what I thought, he doesn’t call me on my bullshit. Instead, a humming sound scrapes the back of his throat again, but a pensive frown mars his face this time.
“What?” I ask.
“You didn’t flush.”
It takes a moment for me to feel my own frown digging in my forehead. “And?”
I don’t understand where he wants to go with this.
“I said what I said only to see your cheeks reddening like they’re on fire. Why aren’t they? They should be,” he affirms, almost sounding like he’s accusing me of the worst sin one could ever commit.
Trying to keep a straight face, I shrug one shoulder. “Because I don’t flush.”
“What do you mean you don’t flush? Every girl flushes. That’s a girl thing. The guy says some dirty comment, and the girl flushes.”
This time, there’s no suppressing my laugh at seeing his disappointment that seems to be genuine. “I’m very sorry I don’t flush.”
“You will. I’ll find a way. I’ll make it my mission,” he deadpans all three sentences.
“Do your best,” I retort before my eyes slide down to his chest. My fingers start to absently trace the lines of the wolf drawn on the left side of his pectorals. “Why a wolf?” My gaze travels back up to his eyes to see them set on my hand, hooded with a glimpse of the desire I witnessed rolling off him in thick waves earlier. “Do you have more?”