Sex Sessions: After The Cut (Camera Tales #2)

by Charisse Spiers

  As she lets go I grab Kambry and pull her against me. "I'll agree with you there."

  I weave around her to shake Dad's hand. "Old man. How you been?"

  "Busy." He glances at Kambry and back at me. His silence this far is not out of the ordinary. Really, I'm surprised he gets a word in given Mom's talkative nature. "It seems you have been too."

  The tell-tell sign comes out that he's pleased: the dimples I inherited. Like a reflection they're returned. "Gotta grab them while in reach. Right, Dad?"

  "And hold on tight."

  A sense of pride overcomes me. It's funny that no matter how independent you become, a man still wants the approval of his dad. "Dad, this is Kambry. Kambry, this is my dad, Allen Cambridge, and you already officially met my mom, Lori."

  He pulls Kambry into a loose side hug. "It's nice to finally meet you, Kambry. It appears you're keeping him in line."

  "Trying my best, sir," she says, her cheeks a little red.

  He locks eyes with me. "You've already gotten further than anyone else."

  I smirk, placing my hands on her shoulders and pulling her back across the imaginary line. "Would you two stop trying to send her running for the hills? I'd like to still have a wife come tomorrow night if you don't mind."

  Mom pats my cheek with a light slap. "Son, if you've kept her this long I don't think you'll have to worry about any running. Her good sense is obviously already gone."

  "Gee, thanks, Mom. Love you too."

  She winks at Kambry and wraps her arm around her, pulling her away from me as she begins to walk in the direction the two of us previously came. "Where are you going with my fiancé?"

  "We might as well go ahead and break her in from the start if she's going to be a part of this family. I need details that I doubt I'll get from you."

  "Don't overwhelm her." I call out as she quickly puts distance between us.

  Kambry turns her head to look at me, letting mom tug her along, mouthing the words I want to hear: I love you.

  "I love you too."

  Dad squeezes the back of my neck, reminding me I'm not alone and probably sound crazy talking out loud to myself. "It happens to the best of us, son."

  "Does this feeling ever fade?"

  As my eyes set on his aged face, he's looking off at their retreating bodies, a knowing smile spread as if he can see me looking at him. "Not even a little. Before you know it, you'll turn around and it'll be thirty years and two kids later. Even then, you'll want her secured to you just as much as you do today, if not more."

  "I'm kind of glad you're here. I know it's not easy for you to leave for extended periods."

  "I wouldn't miss this accomplishment. When a man gets married he's crossing over into manhood. I'm proud of you, son. I know you were a little lost for a while, and I can't say that it was the appropriate path to take to deal with your issues, but I'm glad you got it out of your system before you settled down. You're finally finding your way and lying the past to rest. That's something to be proud of."

  "She's something to be proud of. I really struck gold with this one." I grab the handle of one of the two rolling suitcases standing upright not far from where he stands. "Come on. I'm starving and Mom needs supervision. She's alone with the woman I'm going to marry and has a head full of childhood stories."

  The things that could come out of her mouth are enough to terrify even the strongest man.

  Chapter Twenty

  Saxton

  I turn to face her from my spot next to her on the couch, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. She's really beautiful like this: those candid moments when she's focusing on something and I get a few moments to just enjoy life for what it has become. There are days when I'm still trying to really figure out my feelings. Not in the way that you don't know if you love someone, but trying to grasp ahold of the depth in which you already do. Some days I wonder if it's all a dream, and others I'm looking for the crack in the ice to avoid the shattering effect. But then there are days like today when everything is completely perfect as it is and I just want time to stand still instead of dissecting why it is.

  For lunch we went to Chinatown. I figured it was somewhere Kambry would want to experience before we went home, and I knew my parents would be up for anything. My assumptions were spot on. She loved it. She's so animated in the way that she explores new places.

  It doesn't matter if you've ever been somewhere or done a particular thing before, because when you experience it with her, what you knew before seems so dull; a totally different place. Looking through her eyes is like going from black and white to color or standard to high definition. The picture is so much clearer.

  I noticed Mom and Dad catching glimpses of her excitement here and there and having their own little private conversation mentally. I knew the second Dad smiled as she jumped up and down pulling me from place to place that they were just as in love with her as I am. She's a limited edition. She's humble and her reaction to others doing for her only makes you want to do more. My heart will never fully understand how her parents could be so harsh to her all of her life. I can't wrap my head around it. It doesn't even take a kind person to recognize the pure heart that beats in her chest. It's one worthy of preserving.

  Lunch, hours later, and saddled down with bags from purchases, we returned here while Tynleigh took Mom and Dad to their hotel to check in for the evening. Tynleigh reminded Mom ahead of time that she was taking Kambry out tonight, against my will. This was one situation I was kind of hoping Mom would give her two cents on, but she didn't seem too upset when she mentioned catching a Broadway show while we did our thing. Why is it that I seem to be the only voice of reason on this matter? Beautiful girls don't need to be clubbing alone; mine in particular.

  The remote she's holding in her hand becomes a loose item on the cushion. She looks over at me, staring like I've grown a third eye. Then her smile appears. "Tell me what you're thinking. You've been staring at me for a while."

  "My parents love you."

  She sighs. "I didn't want to say this, because it was something I was kind of dealing with inside, but I really like them. You have no idea. They make me feel like I'm already a part of your family."

  "That's because you are," I say simply. "I told you to stop worrying. It was for nothing."

  She stands and positions herself between my legs at the front of the couch, placing her hands on my shoulders. Mine settle on her waist, pulling her closer as I look up at her. "Tell me why you love me," she says.

  "Lots of reasons. Why?"

  "Just name a few."

  "You're beautiful, you love me, and I just do."

  "Why do you want to marry me?"

  "Where is this coming from? If I need to be writing my own vows now would be the time to tell me."

  "Just answer the question."

  "You make me a better man. I realized that living a mediocre life full of endless sex with random women or film parties with a void in my chest is no longer good enough for me. I want wholesome living. I want two-sided love. I want you. I can have endless sex with you, be by your side at parties if that's what you want to do, and the hole in my chest was filled when you walked into my life. I'm not going back."

  One knee at a time she straddles my lap; much like she did last night in the limo before she gave me a night I'll never forget for as long as I live. When the girl says she wants to fuck, she isn't lying. She's quickly coming into her sexuality and I get to be the test subject. It's the best damn job in the world.

  My heart is pounding. Memories are circling. Her lips are full and pouty, her long, blonde hair falling in a curtain over her shoulders. "You want to know why I want to marry you?"

  "Yes."

  She leans toward me, invading my personal space, placing her glossy lips so close to mine I can smell her lip gloss. It reminds me of peaches. "You breathed life into me. I existed miserably, hoping for a miracle and praying for a change. I was a slave to a dull personality with no strength to
escape. I was hollow."

  "And now?"

  "I'm full. My heart is anchored for you. You resuscitated my soul, Sax. It's never been about age with us, even though you bring it up often. You aren't taking away my freedom, you're giving me life, and that's worth holding onto forever. I need you to understand my love for you will never change no matter what age I am. It's just a number. Stop fixating on it."

  "Okay."

  "Do you need to know why I love you?"

  I return a line that she used last night. "Shut up and kiss me."

  When her moist lips touch mine the door to the apartment opens. "Time is up, Maverick."

  My head falls back against the couch. Fuck my life. I grip her face. "Stay with me. I don't need a bachelor party, Kambry."

  "Fuck yes you do. No normal man ties the knot without one last hoorah. Get your shit together, man. You're coming with me."

  I ignore Bryant, looking into her eyes. "Stay with me. I haven't tried to sleep in a bed without you for a while now, except for that one miserable night, and I was drunk as shit and finally passed out. I don't know if I can even try. I won’t get any sleep and then I’ll look like shit for our wedding."

  She kisses me and a horrible sound wafts through my ears. "He's wrapped around that pussy, pussy," Bryant sings in the mocking tone after an old rap song by 69 Boyz: Let Me Ride That Donkey. For fucks sake, that's an old song. I flip him off, not knowing exactly where he is. Kambry laughs against my lips, a burst of air pushing against them with force from her trying to hold back and failing.

  When her lips leave mine, a smirk is left behind, before narrowing her lips from the state I love them the most. "You should never question the type of weapon you walk around with after that."

  "Where are you taking him, Bryant?"

  "That depends. Where are you allowing him to go?"

  "Where do you want to go? Maybe that's a better question."

  "Strip club."

  My head whips around her body so that he can get a good look at my face. "Fuck you. You're not taking me to a strip club. That's disrespectful."

  "Okay," she says, in the surest tone I've ever heard from her.

  I'm a little hurt. I expected jealousy. "What do you mean okay? I'm not going to stare at naked women the night before our wedding, Kambry." I realize that sounds completely different than the way I meant it. "Or ever. What the hell?"

  "Oh my god, sprout! You're turning into a fun-sucking adult."

  Obviously one more person was added to this party. "Mind your own business, T."

  My eyes stay locked on her face. Her smirk spreads into a grin. "Okay means okay. You're going. I'm fine with it. This is your last night to have fun without me. So we're clear on the boundaries, I'm even okay with Bryant buying you a lap dance as long as your dick stays in your jeans, your hands and lips to yourself, and your body remains in an open area and not a private room. I want you to have fun. I'm not that girl to let jealousy control my happiness. Go and have fun. I just expect the goods to remain mine."

  "I love you for that, I do, but I don't fucking want it. What part of this is everyone not grasping?"

  "You like boobs. For men a strip club is the equivalent to Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory for kids. I'm giving you permission to go stare at a room full. Why is this an issue?"

  "Because the only tits I want to stare at are yours. I'm not going."

  She lowers her voice, still staring into my eyes. "Are you scared someone else will make you hard and it'll upset me?"

  I'm not having this fucking conversation in front of other people. I’m already pissed off enough. "Get out."

  "Come on, Bryant. You can help me pick out something to wear," Tynleigh says, and they walk to her room, shutting the door in somewhat of a slam.

  "Talk to me," she says.

  I rub my hand on my forehead; aggravated they won't leave me the hell alone; more so Tynleigh and Bryant than Kambry. "Kambry, I've had other women. If you want to get raw, let's bear all and rub salt in the wound. I've seen more tits in the last four years than I'll ever see in one night at a strip club. I've seen them in every shape, size and color, fake and real. I've touched them, sucked them, and been rough with them for show. For a long ass time I've needed a fucking pill to get up because I was sick of that lifestyle. I thought my dick was broken. It wasn't fun to me anymore. Even if looking at another woman could still make me hard, I don't want one to. I don't want someone other than you touching me. Furthermore, I fucking like the fact that you're the only woman I get hard for naturally. It shines a little bit of light on the depressing fact that you gave me your virginity and I couldn't give you mine. Look at me. Do I look like I'm bluffing?"

  She raises her brow, amused. "Am I scared to watch a woman grind her ass on my dick? No. Pussy becomes second nature when it's part of a daily routine for years; kind of like brushing your teeth. Yours is the only damn one that fazes me anymore. I guess that's because you're the woman I'm supposed to be with forever, so it kind of makes sense that I would actually like it forever. I may give in, back down, and shut my mouth a lot of times when it's hard for me, but I'm not a fucking metro man lacking a backbone, and I sure as hell am not afraid to piss someone off. I'm a red-blooded country boy. You can fucking nail my balls to a wall and I'll still feel the same way. Any man that feels like he needs or is entitled to go out and fuck around right before he gets married shouldn't be getting married. I've been on shit like booze cruises and to bachelor parties. I know the kind of shit that goes on behind a woman's back, just like I'm sure there are women out there that do the same. That doesn't make it fucking right."

  "So hot when you're angry."

  I pause, not expecting the seduction packed into her voice. She rubs her middle back and forth on my lap. "What are you doing?"

  She stops and stands before me. "Unbutton your jeans."

  "What? I'm not kidding."

  "Neither am I." Her hands disappear under her cotton dress and returns with the strings of her underwear hooked in them as she pulls them down her legs, stepping out when they hit the floor. I glance at Tynleigh's door. Her television is on, the volume turned down enough I can barely hear it, and talking is alternating between them. "I'm prepared to bribe you."

  I stare at her like a fucking idiot; even knowing her panties are sitting on the floor. "Why do you want me to go?"

  "I told you. I want you to go have fun. No one said you have to do anything wrong. Just remember that I make you the happiest."

  "I don't have to remember. I'll never forget."

  She smiles at me, not holding back. God, she's beautiful. Slowly she stalks toward me and looks down at my still buttoned jeans. I unbutton and unzip them, before pushing them down to my upper thighs. She straddles me once again. "I trust you because you are the way you are. You have a beautiful mind."

  She grabs my hand and inches it up her body under her dress, until it's forced beneath her bra. "If I end up in your bed, will you go?"

  My breathing is becoming uneven. "You're making this hard."

  She squeezes her breast with my hand. "It's just a few hours, women dancing seductively on stage and maybe on you; endless alcohol."

  Her voice is thick and low. She starts rubbing her wet pussy along the length of my dick. "Just remember, this is what you get to come home to if you participate. You won't have to sleep . . . alone."

  Like a starving fish I take the bait, and my eyes glance down at her bare bottom, hook in mouth and all. I expected stubble. She shaved again. Fuck. "Then what are you doing now?"

  "Reminding you of what you'll get to sink into when you get done with your boy time."

  Pulling one leg between us, she turns around, her back now facing me. Oh hell . . . reverse cowgirl. She doesn't even wait before grabbing my dick and sitting down on it. It slides in easily, quickly wrapped in a snug blanket of warm wetness. She pumps up and down fast and hard, making it difficult to remain quiet. My hands grip the fabric of the couch as I work hard to focus
on the movement of her shoulder blades to keep from coming.

  As if she knew, she bends forward and grips my knees in her hands, arching her back to give me a better view of her ass as she rides my dick, and oh my god. I push the bottom of her dress up to get a better look with no fabric falling in the way. In and out. Up and fucking down. Glistening with her arousal.

  My dick contracts, and before I can even stop it my cum has a quick head start inside of her from her grinding against me as she swallowed me whole. I was hoping she wouldn't notice and continue, but almost as soon as I finish she stops. "Why are you stopping?"

  She evicts my cock from her pussy before giving me any warning whatsoever and then stands and turns around. I know exactly what kind of grin she is sporting. "My job is done," she says as she scoops her panties off the floor and pulls them back on. I'm working to gather my thoughts as she walks to Tynleigh's door and knocks. "Bryant, he's ready for you!"

  I quickly replace my pants where they're supposed to be. "I never said I was going."

  Her head cocks to the side, a pleased look on her face. "But that didn't stop you. It's funny how that works."

  Why does this seem like two totally different conversations? The door opens to Bryant walking out and Tynleigh in the doorway. "Have fun boys." She pushes Bryant toward me. "I'll see you at closing."

  Then she moves further inside and the door slams, the sound of the lock immediately following. "What just happened?" Bryant asks as he points his thumb over his shoulder at the door.

  The day I gave her sex before telling her my parents were coming smacks me in the face. I smile, still staring at the shut door. That fine as hell, sweet as candy, sugar rush of a woman that I'm madly in love with just conned me with her body. She actually used me, leaving me confused as hell whether she did this for her or me. "I think I just got played."

  "Did I ever mention I like her?"

  I stand; mind-boggled over what exactly did just happen. "Who the hell doesn't?"

  I walk to the door and turn the knob. It's locked, just as I expected. "I don't even get a bye kiss?"