Trey’s upper lip curled over his teeth. “Problem, Donovan?”
“Watch what the fuck you say to her,” Cam growled.
That voice even intimidated me a little. I’d never heard him so angry before. So ready to hurt someone. These two really hated each other, that much was clear.
Looking satisfied with Cam’s reaction, Trey said with a smirk, “Touched a nerve, did I? Really, tell me. How are you enjoying my sloppy seconds?”
When Cam lunged again I had to step in front of him and use my entire body as a blockade. He was tough, yeah, but there were too many of Trey’s friends slowing rising to their feet for this to ever be a fair fight.
“Let it go,” I told him in a low voice. “He’s not worth it. My dad hears about you getting into a fight and he’ll bench you.”
My hands on his chest rose and fell with his labored breathing. His glare was still pinned to Trey, and there was murder in his eyes. Jesus. What the hell happened between these two that there could be this much malice between them? This felt an awful lot like more than just some childhood rivalry.
“Please,” I pleaded.
That finally seemed to snap him out of it. He didn’t take his eyes off of Trey, but he did wrap his bulky arm around my shoulder and guide me back toward the trail.
“Guess I’ll see you next week, then,” Trey yelled. In a more ominous tone, he added, “You, too, Reese.”
Yes, he would. Next week was the big rivalry game between NCU and BelV. It was the biggest game of the year, between any college teams, in any sport. The TV networks had been promoting it for weeks, and tickets had sold out a week after the season had started.
Neither of us looked back as we headed down the dirt trail. Unaware of how to assuage his anger, I kept my mouth shut. Cam did the same. But I knew as we walked back in the direction of his Jeep that his control was hanging on by a thread. I’d seen him lose his temper during games before, when a ref made a bad call or another player threw an elbow. But nothing like what I’d just witnessed with Trey.
With every step, he picked up his pace, going faster and faster until I practically had to jog just to keep up with him. “Could you slow down just a little?”
He didn’t. “I need distance from that jackass,” he barked. “As much as possible, or I’m likely to go back there and beat the fuck out of him.”
It was irrational to feel like I owed him any explanations, but my brain didn’t seem to get the memo. “Cam, what he said back there… About me and him—”
I choked on my next words when he abruptly stopped in the middle of the trail, causing me to almost run smack into him.
“Reese, I can’t hear that right now. I know I’ve asked about it before, but with today and all this shit inside my head, I can’t listen to that on top of everything else. So, please just…don’t.”
“Okay.”
What else was there to say?
I was a little out of breath when we finally made it back to the Jeep. Cam went straight for the passenger side and opened my door. Unsure of his mood, I remained quiet, approached the vehicle, and was about to lift myself up onto the seat when I heard him shuffling behind me.
“Ah, fuck it.”
He spun me around, grabbed me by the back of my neck, and pulled me in for a hard kiss.
I moaned so loudly I should have been embarrassed but couldn’t be when he was shoving me against the side of the Jeep. This had been building up for weeks. It was as if the tether of patience had finally snapped in both of us.
His mouth tasted like mint from his gum. And that mouth was fucking my own. With frenzied swipes of his tongue and the unyielding pressure of his lips, that was the only way to describe what he was doing to me. His hands were warm and strong as one stayed on my neck while the other coasted down my shoulders, skating past my waist before settling on my ass. He kneaded my spandex-covered flesh, pulling me into his rock hard body that was trembling with need. He couldn’t hide his stiff manhood even if he wanted to through those thin shorts. Without thinking, I lowered my hand and cupped his length, drawing a ragged groan from him.
Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against mine, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. “Goddammit, I wasn’t planning on doing this.”
He sounded tormented.
“Then why did you do it?”
Not that I was complaining. Especially not when he started rocking his hips into my hand, demanding more pleasure from my strokes.
“I told you earlier,” he said, panting against my cheek. “To remind myself.” As if speaking to himself, he added, “Or maybe to remind both of us.”
His hands went to my breasts, palming and massaging them as his mouth sought the skin of my neck. The way his thumbs skimmed over my nipples and his tongue licked across my jawline sent liquid heat straight to my center.
“Remind us of what?”
His mouth hovered right over my ear. “Of how good we are together. How it can be even better than this.” His grip tightened, his voice turning almost angry. “And thinking about you doing this with anybody else makes me want to kill someone. So, maybe I just needed to do it for my own sanity.”
“I don’t know what you’re saying,” I whispered.
He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “Most of the time I never know what I’m saying around you, either. You completely mess with my mind.”
I frowned. “Is that a good thing?”
He pulled back to gaze into my eyes, all humor gone. “I’m beginning to think it is.” He kissed me again but pulled back much too soon. “Fuck.”
“What?”
Arousal had pooled in my panties, and nothing was relieving the itch that had started. All he was doing with these kisses was teasing me and it was maddening.
He took a step back and put his hands on his hips. To keep them from reaching back out to me?
“Look, I don’t really know what’s going on here. But while I’m kissing you like this, while you’re letting me kiss you, I don’t want any other guys to lay so much as a finger on you in the meantime.”
It was such a chauvinistic, arrogant thing to say, seeing as how we had yet to make any promises to one another. But it didn’t upset me like it should have. In fact, it made me want to yank him back to me by the collar and demand he stick something inside me right now. His tongue, his finger, his dick…I didn’t much care at that point.
I just needed something to fill this ache.
“Reese?” he urged when I didn’t respond. “Can you promise me there won’t be any other guys in the picture while I’m in it?”
So much for not making any promises.
I tilted my head to the side, studying him. “Fine. There won’t be any other guys if you can promise me there won’t be any other girls.”
I didn’t actually think he’d agree to it. I figured he’d scoff at me, tell me that was a ridiculous request and that would be that.
“Done,” he said simply. “Trust me, no other woman gets this kind of reaction out of me, anyway. Why the hell would I want anyone else?”
“So, what does this mean?” I asked, still thrown for a loop by this entire conversation.
He scrubbed his hands down his face. “I don’t know. All I do know is that I’m so fucking tired of keeping my hands to myself around you. Tired of denying myself. Tired of lying all the goddamn time.”
“Cam, you’re not making any sense—”
“I want you, Reese.”
I froze.
Say what now?
He wanted me? Me? When he could have pretty much any girl he wanted?
He snorted. “Don’t look so surprised. You think I wasn’t semi-hard under that T-shirt the first day we met? You’re all I’ve been able to think about for the past three fucking months.”
My heart was beating a staccato rhythm in my chest. Was he saying all of this because of Trey? Because of some male territorial bullshit that didn’t have anything at all to do with me? Or had he just reached his boilin
g point?
He grinned knowingly. “I can see that you might need some time to process this. That’s fine. I can wait a little longer. But if anything is going to happen between us I need you to get one thing straight.”
Here comes the whole “no commitments” speech.
“No one can know about this,” he said with finality. At my confused expression, he continued, “Especially nobody on the team. The last thing I need is any of them giving either one of us shit over it.”
“That’s it?” I wasn’t really buying that excuse. “You’re afraid of a little locker room ribbing?”
I was even more confused by the guilt I briefly saw flash across his face. “No, that’s not the only reason. I don’t want the media getting wind of anything. You don’t want that, believe me. They’ve uncovered far too many of my personal details over the years, and for once I’d like something in my private life kept private. Besides, we don’t even know what this is yet. We don’t need anyone else shoving their way into the situation asking complicated questions.”
“You’re saying we’d have to hide anything that happens.”
“Yes. At least while we’re still in season.”
He thought we’d still be doing this after the season was over?
My mind was too boggled to come up with an argument or another question. All I could really say was, “Okay. I guess.”
He appeared relieved to have my agreement. But when he didn’t say anything more, I got fidgety. “What happens now?”
Could we keep kissing? How about another orgasm? We should probably switch locations first…
“Now, I peel those tight little mind fucks down your legs and bury my face in your pussy. As much as I want you, the first time I fuck you is not going to be on my front seat. You’ll just have to settle for my mouth today.”
Well, I suppose if I have to...
He lifted me up onto the seat with little effort, his fingers pausing at the waistband of my pants. With shuddered eyes, he slowly drew them down, over my hips and past my knees, his gaze gorging on every inch of exposed skin. Like a feast for his eyes. He was much quicker about removing my panties. When he finally had them ripped off and on the floorboard, his eyes bore into me, heat searing my inner thighs.
“I’ve been wanting to get inside this for months,” he said in a gravelly voice. “To know what it feels like to have these long legs wrapped around my waist as I push inside you. I guess I’ll have to settle for my mouth today, too.”
I swear, Midas must have blessed his mouth because his words were pure gold.
He shoved my legs wider and rubbed his hands up my thighs, almost reverently. “I’m going to make you come, sweetheart. But when I do, you’ll have to keep your voice down. Otherwise, we’ll have every Good Samaritan in the area coming to your rescue. You don’t want to be disturbed, do you?”
I shook my head, though I couldn’t deny the possibility of being caught was raising the excitement level.
“Good girl.”
He brought his face closer to my center and…inhaled? Oh my God, was he sniffing me? I wanted to be mortified, but couldn’t be when his eyes glazed over.
“Jesus Christ. Do you rub cherry vanilla lotion on your pussy, too?”
He knew what kind of body cream I used? Since when?
“I put it on everywhere.”
His eyes rolled back as he rumbled out a groan. “Shit, you’re going to taste so good.”
With that final declaration, he placed his whole mouth over me and went to fucking town. My God, he knew how to drive a woman out of her mind. He licked up my slit, dipping his tongue into my opening to give a few teasing thrusts before pulling back out and moving up to suck on my clit. That was the pattern he repeated, over and over again until I was writhing on his seat and using my legs to pull his head closer.
“Oh, God, Cam.”
“That’s right, sweetheart,” he whispered against my wet folds. “I’m your God right now. You say my name. You call out my name when you’re about to pour down my throat.”
“I’m going to.” His fingers joined his mouth, sending a whole new level of sensations coursing through me. “I’m about to. So close.”
This had to be a record orgasm for me. I was either in the Twilight Zone, or I’d found a guy who held the key to unlocking what I always thought was a myth: the Sure-Fire O. The one that came with a guarantee on every box.
Needing a fraction more friction, I rocked my hips against his mouth, quickly losing all control of my faculties.
“That’s it. Fuck my face, sweetheart.”
His commands finally pushed me over the edge. My muffled voice screamed into his seat cushion as I reached my climax. He gripped my hips harder, moaning as he continued giving that one magical spot all the attention it could handle, only stopping when my legs fell limp around his neck. He carefully extracted himself from my hold, looking smug as all hell. When he grabbed for my pants and I realized he was prepared to call it quits without getting his own release, I knocked the pants out of his hand.
“We’re not done until we’ve both come,” I said.
I reached under his waistband and fished out his huge, hard shaft. I’d guessed eight or nine inches once, but this was definitely nine at minimum. He hissed in a breath when my hand wrapped around him and started pulling, massaging.
“This isn’t going to take long,” he breathed. “You’ve got me so damn worked up I can’t think.” He lifted his arms and braced himself on the roof of the Jeep as he thrust into my hand. “Christ, that feels so good.”
I knew what would feel even better. It was a tricky task since I had to sort of bend my body in half, but I was able to lower my head enough to suck half of his length into my mouth. His height also helped.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck. Yeah, suck my cock, baby.”
His flavor was salty mixed with whatever spicy body wash he’d used in the shower that morning. And damn, I think I became addicted to that taste in about three point four seconds.
For some debauched reason, I loved the way he was driving into my mouth without cradling my head or talking sweetly. No, it was like he was using my mouth, desperate for the one thing only I could give him.
He was ruthlessly taking, and I was willingly giving.
What did I love even more? He didn’t give me the opportunity to pull away when he came. Not that I would have, but I loved that it wasn’t an option for him to even let me. With a subdued bellow, he coated my mouth with his release, which I swallowed gratefully. And I was grateful. Grateful that I had this kind of effect on him. That I was able to get him off just as quickly as he had me.
His expression when he looked back down at me was one of bafflement. “I didn’t know what I was getting myself into with you.”
“Would it have made a difference if you did?”
He pushed right between my spread legs and cupped my face. “Hell, yes, it would have. If I’d known, I would have done this a long fucking time ago.”
25
Reese
I had just finished telling Gemma and Syd about my little one-on-one with Cam at the lake. Gemma was currently chugging down her wine. Syd was just gaping at me.
“So, what does this mean?” Gemma blustered, sloshing wine out of her glass and all over the coffee table. “Are you guys, like, officially together?”
The three of us were sitting around the living room watching the newest rom-com we rented.
“I have no idea,” I admitted. “We weren’t exactly being specific. All I really know is that we’re sort of exclusive? And I’m supposed to keep it a secret. According to the rest of the world, I’m nothing more than Cam Donovan’s trainer.”
“But he did say he wanted you,” Gemma pointed out. “And he demanded exclusivity. That obviously means something.”
I swallowed a huge gulp of wine, willing the alcohol to hurry up and take effect already. Like it had with Gemma. Lucky.
“Yeah, he wants me for sex. He never said a
nything alluding to having an actual relationship.”
“Is that what you want?” Syd asked from the loveseat.
Gemma swung her arm around to me, toppling over a little on her cushion on the floor. “Yeah, because I thought we’d already discussed having only a physical relationship with him and you were fine that.”
“Should I be fine with that?” It was the one question that had been eating me up for days. “If that’s all he wants, should I be okay with being no different than dozens of other women?”
Once upon a time, I had been okay with that scenario. Now, after this afternoon in his Jeep and dealing with the fact that I had feelings for him, I wasn’t so sure I could handle a sex-only arrangement anymore.
Gemma’s eyes lit up. “Sydney, darling, I think our girl here wants more than sex with the handsome Mr. Donovan.”
A smile formed on Syd’s face as she watched me. “I think you might be right, Gemma, darling.”
I buried my face in a pillow. “I don’t know what I want. I mean, I like him. He’s nothing like the rumors you hear about him. He’s actually a nice guy. And he’s funny and he has a big heart.”
Gemma swooned. Syd’s smile just got bigger as she took a sip of her wine.
“Shut up,” I scolded them. “I’m not saying I’m in love with the guy. But I can’t say that if I start spending more time with him on an intimate level that I won’t develop stronger feelings. And he didn’t say anything about having actual feelings for me. I don’t want to make a fool of myself. I have too much pride to let a guy like Cam play me.”
Gemma crawled over to where I sat on the couch and put her hand over mine. “We know you do, sweetie. But who’s to say that the same thing won’t happen with him?”
“What?”
“That he won’t develop stronger feelings for you, too,” she clarified. “He wants you. There’s already a foundation. And it seems like he likes spending time with you. Maybe something more could grow out of this.”
“You’re saying I should give this a chance?”
Was I brave enough to risk it? To risk losing my heart to Cam?
“You never know,” Syd said. “You could be missing out on something great. But you’ll never know if you don’t try.”
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