I broke our connection to take a few breaths and let my gaze crawl down her body. A dark green sports bra hugged her squeezable breasts, the material just thin enough for her erect nipples to peek through. Below her trim naked torso, a pair of black yoga pants were painted onto her curved hips and toned thighs. How had I just noticed how she was dressed? “Damn. You wear this for me?”
A throaty laugh sprang from her, the first I’d heard of it. “I was getting ready to do my yoga when I was attacked by the demon moth.”
“Mm.” My tongue slid across my lips as the soft fabric of her pants caressed my palm. “We ain’t supposed to be doing this.”
“Unh unh.”
My throat tightened as I attempted to swallow down the dryness. I tried to refocus my gaze elsewhere, but the line between her breasts kept calling me, begging me to bury my face there. “Talk to me. Weather, politics, anything.”
“Um…did, um…I got nothing.”
Our gazes met, her eyes, a shade darker, lured me near. I took her lips again and eased my hand beneath her to grip that soft booty.
Her legs locked around my waist as she groaned against my mouth while bucking her hips.
“Mmmrrm.” I broke away and stared down at her. “We gotta stop.”
She shook her head. “Don’t want to.”
“We–”
She pressed her lips to mine again and tightened the grip of her legs. “Touch me, Benji.” Her mouth moved to my neck where she worked her warm tongue over my skin.
“Ughhhmmm. You are killing me.”
“Touch me.”
“Cam–”
Her breathless whisper cooled the dampness caused by her tongue. “Please.”
My hand eased from the floor over the supple skin of her stomach and then beyond the waistband of her pants. Heat coiled around my fingers, her pulse beating against them, her essence soaking them.
Her hips rotated, leaving little work for me.
The pressure in my boxers became so great that my rock hard manhood escaped into my basketball shorts. Like a heat seeking missile it aimed at its target, the barrier of our clothes the only things keeping it at bay.
The distinct click of a lock broke through the cloud of arousal. I eradicated my fingers from her scorching cave and rolled into a seated position with my sticky hand tucked under my leg.
Her head whipped toward me, and she spoke through labored breaths. “What the hell? I was–”
The door swung open and she sprang straight up and crossed her legs.
Gabi and Jay stepped in and I rested my forearm over my lap, pushing down the cylinder stone between my legs. “Sup?”
Jay looked between me and Cam then chuckled. “You tell me.”
Cam stood and made her way over to Gabi, taking Junior from her arms. They’d taken him with them to a picnic in the park.
While the girls cooed over the puppy Jay stood above me with a smirk on his face. My lower region was slowly but surely getting itself under control. “Y’all could at least try not to be so obvious.”
I frowned up at him. “Don’t be an ass.”
“Oh, you mean something you ain’t getting?”
My nailed scraped against the carpet as I tightened my fist. “Just wait ‘til I get up.”
He chuckled. “Gone head and get up. What you waiting on?”
“Fuck you, Jay.”
Chuckling again, he continued past. “Guess your eyes ain’t the only things that are blue.”
Swiveling my waist, I grabbed his calf and yanked.
He crashed forward. His arms shot out in front of him but did little to break his fall. He grunted as he landed on one knee and his forearms then rolled to his side. “I’m ‘bout to beat your ass, man.”
I got to my feet with my arms stretched on either side of me. “Gone head and get up. What you waiting on?”
Pushing himself up, he climbed to his feet then rushed me.
I side stepped him then shoved his back, using his own momentum against him.
He stumbled then swung around and rushed me again. Never learns.
I planted my feet firmly this time and when he made impact I got him in a bear hug, squeezing his arms against his sides and forcing him back. “Thought I was getting my ass beat?”
His body locked in place then my right leg was swept from beneath me.
I kept my balance but unfortunately lost my grip on him and he backed up. It was me who rushed him this time. My chest collided with his outstretched arm and the next second I was on my back.
A breathless laugh from Jay filled the air. “What’s wrong? Ran out of shit to talk?”
While he was busy laughing I got to my knees, grabbed him around the waist then brought him down onto his back and pinned him.
He wheezed a bit, and then pushed at my chest. A swift jab to my forearm weakened it enough for him to flip me and gain control.
The girls jumped out of the way of our roll.
“Hey,” Cam yelled. “Don’t make me get the hose.”
The next second a deeper voice rumbled through the house. “Ay! Cut that shit out ‘cause if you break something I’ma break you.”
I rolled off of Jay and he shoved my shoulder. “Punk ass.”
Pops looked down at us, a deep frown etched on his face. “Now what the hell are y’all fighting about?”
Jay shook his head while standing. “Nothing. Just being dumb.”
“Well, be dumb outside next time.” With that he walked off, headed toward the kitchen. “Who’s cooking tonight?” He called over his shoulder.
“Us,” Cam and Gabi said in unison.
After getting to my feet I made my way over to Cam to greet Junior. He nuzzled Cam’s chest then lapped at her cleavage.
She grimaced and moved him away. “Ugh, he keeps doing that.”
I chuckled and took him from her. “He’s got his daddy’s taste.”
“He’s a perv just like his daddy.”
She frowned at him then walked away.
He looked up at me as I scratched his ears. “Good boy.” I lifted his face in my hand. “Those are mine though. Paws off.”
~ ♥ ~
Later that evening the ladies were throwing down in the kitchen. My stomach grumbled from the scent of candied yams, collard greens, pork chops, and mac & cheese. I emerged from the basement to find Cam standing at the stove stirring a pot.
“Look at my baby putting her foot in them greens.”
She laughed and sat down the spoon. “I’m not cooking, I’m watching. I’m only assistant to Chef Gabi.”
I followed her to the counter and leaned next to her. “Too bad she doesn’t want to follow in her mom’s footsteps. That girl can cook her ass off.”
“You know, I honestly think she would have if her mom hadn’t pushed so hard and tried to force it on her. If you’ve ever watched her cook, you can see how much she enjoys it.”
“I’d rather watch you.”
Looking over at me she squinted her eyes. “Okay flirt.”
“You say that like you don’t like it.”
She stuck her tongue out.
“Still stubborn.” I turned her around and lifted her onto the counter. “What got into you earlier?”
“What do you mean?” Her arms encircled my neck and she gazed up at me.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that playful.”
She shrugged. “Guess I never had a reason to be. I feel so different lately. Free. Like I can finally let my guard down and be myself.”
“Is that because of me?” I pecked her lips twice.
One of her shoulders lifted then fell, a light glimmering in her eyes. “Maybe.”
“Uh huh” I bent my head and brushed my lips against the side of her neck before placing a soft kiss there. “Are you sure that’s a maybe and not a yes?”
She shrugged again.
“Don’t be stubborn, Cammie,” I whispered near her ear.
Her body shivered and arched ag
ainst me. “I wish we were alone.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
“You know why.” She eased her hand between us, creeping it down my stomach. “So we can finish what we started earlier.”
I stepped out of her reach, shaking my head. “I actually wanted to talk to you about that.”
Her gaze swept over me before she met my eyes. “Okay.”
“Things got way out of control.”
“And that’s bad? Because to me it was good…so good.” She grabbed my shirt and pulled me back to her then pressed her warm lips to my neck.
Blood rushed to my groin, making me light headed as I recalled the softness of her walls around my fingers. I clenched my fists to stop the itch to reach out and cradle the succulent globes on her chest. “Cam.” My voice came out in a low rasp. “I can’t have sex with you.”
Her mouth paused on my throat and she pulled back. She stared at me for a moment with her hands resting on my shoulders. “I know we said we’d wait, but it’s been a month.”
“I know. I…I’m not ready to take it to that level yet.”
She gave a slow nod then looped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a hug. “Okay, guess I have to respect that.”
After dinner Cam and Gabi went upstairs with Junior and the rest of us retired to the basement. We each settled on different areas of the sectional, watching a MMA fight. My mind drifted back to the earlier activities with Cam in the living room and then again in the kitchen. How easy it would’ve been to give in and toss her over my shoulder and carry her to the nearest bed. There was a huge part of me that wanted to do just that. But then came this gnawing feeling at the back of my skull. One that had been there for a while and I kept trying to ignore.
Jay nudged my shoulder. “You alright?”
“Yeah, just trying to work out an issue I’m having.”
“What kind of issue?”
I looked at him for a moment then turned to the TV, knowing I’d live to regret my next words. “I can’t have sex with Cam.”
Pops glanced at me but said nothing.
A moment of silence passed then Jay cleared his throat. “Is it a, uh…mechanical problem?”
“Don’t even try to play me like that. No it ain’t a damn mechanical problem.”
“What is it then?”
“My past biting me in the ass is what.”
His brows creased as he turned on the couch to face me. “I’m not getting what you mean.”
“You know my history with women. The chase is exciting, but once I hit it the thrill is gone.”
His head reared back and his mouth morphed into a twisted frown. “You seriously believe that would happen with Cam?”
Leaning my head back, I shrugged. “I want to believe it won’t, but it’s happened way too many times.”
He scoffed and shook his head. “First of all, you shouldn’t even put her in the same category as those girls you used to mess with. It’s not the same situation. The reason the interest was lost because there was never any to begin with.”
“That’s how things started with Cam, too. From the moment I saw her all I wanted to do was bend her over.”
“But you’re in a relationship now, so it still isn’t the same.”
Pops cleared his throat and paused the TV. “If I may interject.”
I gestured for him to speak.
“What is it that makes you interested in Cam?”
Lifting my hand, I pushed my fingers through my hair. “She’s smart, compassionate, funny, ambitious, talented. She has a curious nature and even though she’s broken she went out of her way to try to help me and is constantly working on self-improvement.”
He nodded. “Interesting. None of the things you mentioned involved sex.”
“Yeah, I know but–”
“Why are you still arguing? Go make love to your woman.” He turned to the TV then quickly faced me again. “Not at this exact moment, but you know what I mean.”
I rested my head against the back of the sofa, contemplating their words. They both made perfect sense, but the gnawing remained.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
~ Camryn ~
Hell did not begin to describe what I was going through the night of my near orgasm at Benji’s hands. Damn Jay and Gabi. Their timing as well as Mr. Adams’ was annoying to say the least.
Now I lay in bed well after one a.m. with a pillow tucked between my knees in an effort to lessen the friction on my very sensitive trigger. It didn’t help matters that I couldn’t get my mind off Benji who now slept down the hall from me. I kept imagining him in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and me slipping into his room, and then his bed. Heat swirled between my legs and the fabric of my t-shirt brushed my taut nipples. Damn it, I needed some ice water.
Tossing the pillow, I swung my feet around and hopped out of bed. My footfalls were the only noise as I padded down the steps and into the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge but instead of drinking it I held it against my chest and let out a slow breath while heading to the table.
After lowering my temperature a bit, I unscrewed the bottle and took a healthy swallow before resting my head on the table, hoping Benji came around soon. I respected his decision to wait, but there was only so much a girl could take. The shower head was barely cutting it anymore and today I’d even popped online in search of other…stimulators.
“You okay?”
My heart jumped and I sat up straight, gazing at the owner of the husky voice. The moon bathed his bare chest and abs in a bluish white light. “What are you doing up?”
“Can’t sleep. Heard you come down.”
“Oh.” I crossed my legs as he crossed the room then stood over me.
“Can’t sleep either?”
I gave a stiff nod, shifting my eyes to his sculpted torso. My hand lifted without my permission and splayed across his hard six pack. Mmm.
He took my hand, lifted it from his skin, and then pulled me to my feet.
I was now eye level with his chest. Chiseled in stone and dipped in caramel. My tongue moved over the smooth surface, grazing his raised nipple while my hands traced the ridges on his stomach.
A deep groan vibrated my mouth. “Cam…”
My gaze lifted to him.
His eyelids were low as he stared down at me.
“Sorry. Guess I can’t keep my hands to myself.”
He moved his eyes down my body then up again. “Is that my shirt?”
Biting my lip, I shook my head.
With a smirk on his face he checked the tag. “So, you wear a men’s extra-large?”
I giggled and lifted the collar to my nose, inhaling the lingering scent of his body oil. “What I meant was, it’s not yours anymore.”
“You’re a lil thief, I see. I’ma have to spank you.”
“Is that a promise?”
His eyes grew a size larger, then his lids lowered again as he tucked his lower lip into his mouth. “Bad girl.” He pulled me close and let his hand roam down my body. It brushed the side of my breast then traced the curve of my hip. “Are you naked under there?”
“Why don’t you check and see?”
When he reached the bottom of my shirt his hand slid back up again, bringing the fabric with it. “Damn, your skin is soft.” He bent at the waist and took my lips in a rough kiss while squeezing my butt. His arms circled my waist and lifted me to his height.
I wrapped my legs around him as he walked us to the back door and pressed me against the glass. “Benji.”
“Cammie,” he mumbled against my neck. “You don’t know how bad I want you.”
My grip around him tightened. “Take me.”
“Not yet.”
Frustrated tears filled my eyes. “Benji.”
“I will do something for you though.”
“Wha–”
He pecked my lips then slid his hand between us.
My breathing hitched as his thumb found my trigger then circl
ed it. “Ben–” I fisted his hair in my hand as his fingers buried themselves inside of me.
His strong arm held my steady as I rocked against his hand until my body began to spasm. “Oh god. Mmmmm. Ben…ji.”
He held me close and kissed my neck while I recovered from my weakened state. After a few minutes he sat me on the floor and pecked my lips a few times. “Go get some sleep.”
“What about you?”
The joystick pushing against his shorts was impossible to miss.
“I’ll be alright.”
“Are you sure?”
He nodded and kissed me again.
I turned and headed back upstairs.
Benji followed until he reached the bathroom then ducked inside.
When I made it to my room the shower was running. While I was moderately satisfied for the moment, I’d rather join him than be tucked into bed. I rolled over on my side and closed my eyes, replaying what had just transpiring. It only succeeded at getting me hot and bothered all over again, wishing I’d gotten to experience more than his hands, as skilled as they were.
~ ♥ ~
The following Saturday I lounged in the basement, trying to relax. My week had been taxing. I’d been moody and even little things got under my skin. If my period hadn’t ended a week and a half ago I could’ve blamed it on that, instead I had no choice but to acknowledge the cause of my annoyance.
“Sup girl.”
I shot a glance at Benji. “Shhh.”
“Did–did you just shush me?”
“Yes I did. Now shush.”
He plopped down beside me on the couch and threw his arm over my shoulder. “Rude. You don’t shush–”
“Shut up.” I paused the TV and looked at him. “You’re interrupting my show.”
His mouth lifted into a dazzling smile. “You’re sexy when you’re irritated. Your eyes get all squinty and you get a little crease right,” he ran his finger down the bridge of my nose, “here.” He winked and licked his lips. “What are you watching?”
“Glee.”
“Who?”
I chuckled then popped a kernel of popcorn in my mouth. “It’s a show about a high school glee club. You wouldn’t like it.”
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