by Bijou Hunter
Harmony smiles at Keanu, and I know she wants to play with him. Remaining on the bench, I watch my sister and nephew build Lego houses. They follow up by crashing into their creations with the trucks. Keanu laughs every time Harmony makes an explosion sound.
This is my sister in a nutshell. Harmony enjoys the small things in life and never sweats the big ones. I sweat everything and enjoy nearly nothing. Life is offering me an exciting adventure with Camden, and I’ll need to decide whether to embrace the fun or overthink it to death.
Fifteen - Daisy
Camden looks a million times better when he arrives at my trailer for dinner. The man must have superhero Viking healing powers. I kiss him hello, hating to let him go. Still rattled from yesterday, I’m terrified to lose him.
“Damn, someone wants a piece of the Cam Man,” he says when I keep him wrapped in my arms. “Wait until you see what I brought.”
Ignoring his self-assigned nickname, I examine the takeout bags he’s carrying.
“What did you get?”
“Had to go to White Horse to find a Vietnamese restaurant and I had no damn idea what to order. I ended up getting a little of everything. While it’s not cave diving, at least you can enjoy the cuisine like a world traveler.”
Camden’s good looks aren’t why my heart beats violently in my chest. He went through the trouble of bringing me this food based on some throwaway comment I made days earlier. Any other guy would buy pizza to please a carb-starved chick. Not Camden.
This sexy man feels all wrong standing in my trailer. As usual, he’s perfection even wearing a simple blue shirt, black jeans, and a bruised face. Camden glances up to notice how close his head is to the trailer’s ceiling.
Camden sets the food bags on my kitchen counter and smiles back at me. “I think I’ll kick off my boots and give myself a little more head room.”
“Have at it,” I mumble, overwhelmed by his gesture.
Camden removes his boots and sets them at the front door. “Don’t worry, babe. My feet don’t stink.”
“Of course, they don’t.”
When his gaze focuses on me, I struggle to smile or say something – anything - but end up only staring like a love-struck doofus. Camden cups my face in his massive hands, and I open my mouth to speak. Nothing leaves my lips, so he covers them with his.
His tongue touches mine, sending shockwaves through every nerve in my body. I grab onto him, nearly jumping on his body like a startled cat into a tree. Camden’s lips curve into a smile, and he no doubt enjoys knowing I’m mush for him. Any chance at playing our relationship cool has long since passed, so I wrap him tighter in my arms and nearly hump his left leg.
“You missed me,” he says when our lips part.
“No,” I mumble, unable to concentrate on anything beyond the warmth between my legs. “What?”
“Thinking is overrated,” he teases, patting my ass.
“You went to White Horse to get me dinner.”
“It was a twenty-minute drive with traffic. No biggie.”
Despite his words, Camden wants me to admire his effort.
“This means a lot. I’d never have the courage to try it alone or even take my sisters. If they didn’t like it, I’d feel guilty.”
“Well if I don’t like it, I don’t want you feeling guilty. It’s one meal, and I’ll probably eat two more before I crash.”
“Two?”
“I took a few painkillers last night before bed because I’m a fucking pussy. Ended up sleeping all day and only got up a few hours ago. This is my lunch.”
“How are you feeling?”
Camden wants to act tough but remembers what I said the night before about being straight with me.
“My knee hurts like a fucker, but I’m good otherwise.”
“How are Dayton’s balls?”
Camden smirks. “He was limping when I saw him in the condo hallway. I bet he was up half the night crying like a bitch.”
“You should be very proud,” I say, giving him a grin before retrieving plates from the cabinet.
Camden’s stomach growls so loudly I add extra servings to his plate. When he takes his food, our fingers touch and share a shock of electricity.
“My bed is in the next room,” I blurt out.
“Thanks for the info, but we’re not doing anything in that bed tonight,” Camden says, walking to the table. He digs his fork into the pile of noodles. “You don’t trust me yet. Once you do, I’ll take you to bed, and you’ll forget other men exist.”
“I can safely say I’m already there.”
“Not just yet. Sit down and eat. I expect you to try everything.”
I join him at the kitchen table and mumble, “Yes, sir.”
“I like that,” he says, running his fingers through my hair. “Not the 'sir' shit but you indulging.”
“So you don’t want me to obey you?”
“Most definitely, but I want you to want to do what I want you to do but not because I told you to do it.”
We share a smile at his insane comment before he says, “Eat up.”
Obeying him because I want to obey him, I dig into the food. We try everything he ordered. Some we like. A few we spit out.
While pigging out on Rice with Hainan Chicken, I realize I’m more nervous tonight than I’ve been the entire time I’ve spent with Camden. I’m thinking about sex and whether I’m only interested in him for superficial reasons and how I can find out if he’s only interested in me to scratch the itch I gave him at Hannah’s party.
“Thank you,” I say, my voice breaking at the thought of one day not being part of his life.
Camden’s brown eyes widen. “Please don’t cry. I have no shield against a woman’s tears.”
“I won’t. I only want you to know I appreciate you going through all this trouble.”
“It wasn’t any trouble, Daisy.”
“It took thought and effort.”
Twisting his lips, Camden pretends to be offended. “Am I so dumb and lazy that a trip to the next town to pick up food is something amazing?”
“Yes,” I say, laughing at his expression.
Camden smiles at my laughter. “I’m no hero for bringing dinner, but if you want to reward me with couch kisses later, I’m totally fine with that.”
Despite his words, I’m overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness. The only people who’ve ever treated me so well were my mom, sisters, and Lush Gardens family. Even my dad forgets my birthday lately. I know I’ve put Camden on a pedestal, but his behavior today is addictively perfect.
“I’m glad you’re happy,” he says after a few minutes. “I knew you wanted to freak out last night, but you kept your cool. I wanted to do something special to reward you and going down on you will have to wait.”
“Does that really have to wait?”
Camden smirks, and his gaze focuses hard on my mouth. I suspect he’s thinking about me going down on him.
“You’re making me want to puke,” I mutter.
“And that’s why we have to wait to go in your bedroom.”
“Well done.”
Camden only smiles and finishes his meal. As soon as I take my last bite, his hand reaches for mine. We walk to the couch where I sit, and he squats in front of me.
“I can see by your expression how you’re thinking too much. Let’s turn off your brain so you can enjoy the night. I’ll keep the key to your big brain in my pocket and give it back before I leave.”
Caressing his forearms, I smile. “What if I need to save your life but can’t come up with a plan because I don’t have the key to my brain?”
“I’ll be a dead man, and you’ll be a mellow chick.”
“If you’re okay with that outcome, I am too.”
“Look at how you’re already mellowing out.”
I watch him put the imaginary key in his jeans pocket. When his gaze finds mine, I shiver at the heat in his eyes.
“You look tired,” he says, pressing me back on
the couch. “You should rest.”
I open my mouth, but he pats his pocket to remind me how my brain shouldn’t be working. When I still consider speaking, he plants a hot kiss on my lips. By the time our mouths part, I’m beyond relaxed.
Camden rests between my open thighs. “What color is your bra?” he murmurs, sliding up my shirt. “My guess is white.”
Breathing faster, I shiver when his fingers tease the loose fabric of my white bra.
“Don’t you dare suck in your stomach,” he warns and kisses my belly button. “You think too much about your body when you should focus on mine.”
My hands rest limply at my sides, but his words force them to find his wide shoulders.
“The fact is you, and I will soon spend many long hours, maybe even days, undressed around each other,” he says in possessive voice. “There’ll be no sucking in guts or working angles,” he adds before gently biting at my stomach.
My hips react instantly, wiggling under him. Camden smiles arrogantly at my reaction.
“This is my stomach,” he says, holding my gaze. “It belongs to me. Do you understand?”
Maybe I nod, but my mind remains hazy with lust. With Camden’s flawless face only inches from mine, I watch him as if in a dream.
“This nipple belongs to me too,” he murmurs, and his index finger slides over the hard flesh hiding under my lacy bra. “This one is also mine. No one can touch them except you and me. Do you understand?”
I know I nod this time because my agreement leads his lips finding mine. Gripping his shoulders, I moan while his fingers tease my nipples.
“I like when you touch me there.”
Camden frowns. “Where? You’ll have to be more specific.”
Smirking, I shrug. “I don’t know the name of the part.”
“Can you touch the spot you like so I’ll know?”
My fingers tap my nipple. “There.”
Camden uses his thumb to graze my nipple. “I want to take this bra off you tonight.”
“Why don’t you?”
“You’re not ready.”
“Whatever you say, sir.”
Camden smiles wider at me. “Last time, I got greedy, you nearly broke my dick, and we didn’t speak for months. I refuse to have a repeat.”
“Because you care,” I say, holding his gaze. “Because this isn’t a game.”
“Yes, because I care,” he says, staring hard into my eyes as if daring me not to believe. “No, this isn’t a game.”
“Well all right then.”
Sensing he’s won, Camden kisses me and doesn’t let up for an hour. His lips suck at mine. Then they’re at my neck, and I realize I’m ticklish as hell. Camden loves the way I squirm and sucks harder.
“Shit,” he says, backing off.
“Did you hurt your mouth giving me a hickey?” I ask, sitting up and looking dazed at him.
“I’m about to jizz my pants.”
“That’s romantic,” I say, caressing his chest. “Do you want to go to my bedroom now?”
“Nope.”
Camden shrinks away. “I need a minute or two to get myself under control.”
“But I want you to lose control.”
“Not really. What girl wants a guy to come five seconds into their first fuck?”
Frowning now, I glance back at my bed and imagine him naked in my bedroom.
Camden runs his hands through his hair and sighs. “This weekend is the club’s chili cook-off. I want you to meet the guys and see the club isn’t a scary thing.”
“I want to have sex.”
A scowling Camden glances at my door as if ready to escape. “I know you’re a horny chick, but there’s a time and place to rip off our clothes and now isn’t it.”
“I’m serious.”
“I am too.”
“It’s important to me to get it done.”
Camden looks genuinely irritated now. “I’m trying to build something here beyond carnal desires. Can’t you stop thinking with your crotch long enough to give my idea a try?”
“Don’t playing coy. You’re the one about to jizz his pants, so I know you want this too. If you won’t do it tonight, let me come to your place tomorrow, and we’ll pop my cherry and see what happens.”
“What do you mean by what happens?”
Crossing my arms, I catch Camden’s gaze lock on my boobs pressed together.
“Look, I know my first time will likely suck. I’ll be nervous, and you’re large, so I don’t expect to be blown away. The next few times will be awkward as I get the hang of your giant manhood. After that, I’ll enjoy the sex, and I want to know what happens after we scratch our itches.”
“So you think you’ll lose interest once I put out?”
“Maybe. We don’t have anything in common.”
Camden stands up and adjusts his jeans. “I don’t have shit in common with any woman. I’m a fucking guy, Daisy, but I’m not looking to fuck another me.”
“Aren’t you curious what about happens after the sex?”
“I just assumed you hold me while I cried.”
Fighting laughter, I stand up and fix my shirt. “I promise I’ll comfort you if you need to let out your emotions.”
“You’re a sweet chick.”
“So can we do it tomorrow?”
“I don’t know. I’m not accustomed to jumping into a stranger’s bed. Like you said, we don’t really know each other.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, stop teasing me.”
Camden grins at my anger. “Haven’t you ever wanted something so much it was worth doing everything right?”
“I don’t care about that. I’ve got sex on the brain, and until I get laid, I can’t focus on much else.”
“You are a horny little babe, aren’t you?” he says, taking a lock of my hair and twirling it around his finger.
“So can we do it tomorrow?”
“I guess. I mean, I’ll try to get in the mood, but a man needs to be romanced.”
“I’ll bring flowers, you big baby.”
“Real pretty ones?” he asks, batting his sexy eyes.
“Why are you making this so difficult?”
“Because you’re planning shit that shouldn’t be planned.”
“Grownups plan things, Camden. We crave some control over their lives.”
“You do? I don’t.”
“Because things happen easily for you. If you had to work for everything, you’d plan shit too.”
“You sure think my life is all peaches and roses.”
“Peaches?”
“You’ve got me thinking of sex now.”
“So can I come to your place tomorrow and enjoy your hunkiness?”
“Sure, but only if you’re feeling it. I don’t want you acting as if fucking is an assignment. I never liked homework, and I won’t make our relation a job.”
“Relationships involve work. Didn’t you say something about how your dad never worked on his relationship with your mom?”
Camden slides closer to and teasing my left nipple. “Yeah, but that was when things got tough. Things right now aren’t that way between us, so why make it feel like work?”
“Whatever. Just put out tomorrow and we’ll see what happens.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Glancing down at how he gently tugs at my nipple. “You should leave. I need to take a shower and masturbate. Probably not in that order.”
“You’re cruel when denied,” Camden says, stepping back and walking to where his boots rest. “I should probably get home and jerk it a few times.”
“I’d like to watch you jerk it sometime.”
Camden narrows his eyes. “You’re teetering into evil territory, young lady.”
I smile and adjust my bra. “I offered, but you said no. A girl can get blue balls too.”
“No, they really can’t. Besides, we both know you’ll thank me one day for not popping your cherry tonight.”
“That’s probably t
rue, but I’m too horny to care currently.”
Camden kisses my forehead. “Horny is so fucking beautiful on you.”
“Tomorrow you won’t stop, right?” I ask, wrapping my arms around him possessively.
“Not as long as you don’t.”
“Fair enough. Thanks for the Vietnamese food and making my nipples feel like hard princesses.”
Camden groans quietly. “My dick is ready to tear through these jeans.”
“Well, you better go then. Can I have the key to my brain back?”
“Nope. You don’t need it. Until I see you, just sit around looking beautiful.”
Rolling my eyes, I start to follow him outside, but Camden stops me. He cups my face and gives me one more lingering kiss before stepping back.
“My self-control is slipping.”
“See you tomorrow then,” I say, caressing his swollen lip.
Camden awkwardly walks away from my trailer, and I suspect his erection will make the ride home a painful one. While my pants aren’t too snug, my panties are most definitely drenched.
Sixteen - Daisy
My body buzzes with excitement even before I step into Camden’s condo. I’ve spent the last day imagining us naked. Everything is planned in my head. I spent an hour grooming after arriving home from work. While I view waxing my lady lush in the realm of self-mutilation, I did embrace the less violent Nair option. I don’t know how great my once jungle-like nether regions look, but at least Camden won’t need a machete to find his way to the sweet spot.
“What do you think?” Camden asks once he shuts the door to his place.
I look around the condo with its high ceilings, dark floors, cabinets and countertops, and black furniture. There’s no denying man guy lives here, but I do notice a lack of personal touches.
“It smells like you.”
“It ought to. I scent it every day just like your cats.”
Staring up at him, I nod. “I bet you do,” I say, breathless from terror. “Let’s do this.”
Camden sidesteps my horny hands. “Chill the jets, babe. Let’s have a drink and talk first.”
“Talk about what?” I mutter, hiding none of my annoyance.
“How was your day?”
“Fine. Yours?”