Cammie Healy (Mitchell/ Healy #8)

by Jennifer Foor

  I couldn’t. I had to give this a chance, even if the timing was shit. Even if I was carrying another man’s child. If I ever wanted to find happiness I had to stop hiding behind my problems. I had to let go of my past and live toward a future, no matter what direction it would lead me.

  Chapter 25

  After our very public kiss, Cammie decided to stop questioning what was happening between us.

  She held my hand while we drove back to my place to get ready for dinner. After calling to arrange the perfect meal, I retreated to my room to shower and change. Cammie was lying on my bed looking at my laptop while I gathered some clothes. “I won’t be long. You can jump in after me.”

  “Sounds good,” she said while distracted.

  “Feel free to join me. There’s plenty of room for two.”

  “Yeah, okay.”

  I shook my head and chuckled. “Do you think you could wash my balls?”

  “Sure,” she mumbled with her head stuck on the screen of the computer.

  “Cam. Have you heard a word I’ve been saying?”

  “You’re getting a shower, right?”

  “You just agreed to join me and wash my balls.”

  Her mouth flew open, all of the sudden her laughter filled the room. “You’re joking.”

  “Nope. I asked and you agreed. I’m actually looking forward to it. Will you be keeping your panties on, or going all natural? I just need to know so I can control the lower region of my body.”

  “I’m not washing your…I’m not even going to say it.”

  I leaned on the trim of the door as I spoke. “So, don’t get two towels?”

  “No! Just because we kissed doesn’t mean I’m going to jump in the sack.”

  “I’m not asking you to spread your legs. I wanted to conserve water by showering together. It’s a conscious idea.”

  “I’m not doing it. I’ve never…” She shook her head and crunched her face. “I’m not even going to talk about it.”

  “Wait.” I stumbled on what I was gathering. “Are you telling me you’ve never showered with a man before?”

  She shrugged and closed the laptop. “It doesn’t matter.”

  I crossed my arms, determined to keep pushing to be a first for her. “You don’t know what you’re missing. First of all, there wouldn’t be sex. Secondly, you’ve already slept with me in my bed. We’ve made out several times. This is the next step. It’s gentle petting and maybe a few more kisses. You can keep your eyes closed the whole time. Come on, Cam, let me be your first.”

  She cracked up. “That’s what this is about. You want to be able to say you took my shower virginity.”

  I threw up my hands. “So what if I do? Is it so wrong?”

  “No. It’s not happening, at least not today.”

  Settled on the possibility of it occuring in the near future, I decided not to push. “Your loss. I’ll see you on the flipside.”

  My old house had the worst set of pipes. You’d have to turn on the faucet and wait a good five minutes for the water to be hot enough to climb in. While waiting, I pulled out a towel and began to undress.

  All in all it had been a good day so far. Cammie hadn’t had breakdowns. We’d made out, and she was coming to dinner with me. We were like a couple starting out, exploring everything for the first time and enjoying every minute of it.

  In the back of my mind I thought about her pregnancy and how in time it would cause stress on what was happening between us. I had to learn to accept that she would get moody. She’d probably hate me on some days. I’d be the one she took out her frustrations on. I’d also be the support she’d need to get through it. Without the biological father on her side, she’d need friends and family, or else she’d become overwhelmed quickly.

  I didn’t know much about kids. They were cute, made messes, and cost a ton of money. Other than that, I was clueless. Nevertheless, I was determined to win the girl. If that meant learning how to change diapers I’d have to do it.

  While I stared into the mirror waiting, I knew my time was running out. She’d be calling school in the morning, and depending how that went, she might be going home sooner than later. With that in mind, I knew I had only a small window to convince her she had a reason to stay.

  Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t trying to sway her into dropping out of school for me. Contrary to it seeming that way, I knew she could do everything while living here in North Carolina. Dropping out of school during her last semester would suck, but it was one semester. Her parents could afford it, and now with a baby on the way, they were going to want her to be close, even if they wouldn’t admit it yet.

  I needed to be the peacekeeper. It was important to find a way for everyone to be happy, including me.

  I peeked my head out the door. “Are you sure you don’t want to join me? I’ll face the wall. I’ll keep my eyes closed the whole time. Just let me have the title of being your first. Shit, I don’t care if you stay in your clothes.”

  “I’ve been reckless and ended up with a life growing inside of me.”

  “If you take a shower with me you won’t get pregnant. I promise.”

  She threw a pillow at the door, forcing it back to being closed.

  A few seconds later I was stepping into a piping hot shower alone.

  After my second failed attempt to lure Cammie into the shower with me, I decided to scratch the idea and proceed without her. I washed my body and then my hair. With my eyes closed to avoid getting soap in them I had an epiphany.

  Sopping wet, I stepped out of my two person shower and sauntered into the bedroom stark naked. With her eyes focused on the computer, I reached my arms around the front of her and lifted. She squealed, sensing I was in the nude and slippery. "Get off me. This is crazy. I'm serious. I'm going to kick your ass. Put me down." Her orders weren't going to be met. I didn't let go of my hold until we were both standing under the running water, way too close for her to get an eyeful. When she spun and looked at me, damming me to hell, I simply smiled. "Now I'm officially your first."

  Still clothed, I could tell she wasn't amused. Her hair was soaked and dripping in her eyes. I brought both hands up and wiped it out of the way. "I officially hate you," she spat.

  "No you don’t." I lowered my lips and brushed over them. It didn't take her long to reciprocate. Seconds later I felt her hands coming up around my back. As the embrace intensified, then came the urge to remove her wet clothes, without permission. I tugged on the hem of her shirt. "I think we need to get you out of these," I suggested in between kisses.

  When Cammie lifted up her arms it was like a green light at a Nascar race. I flung that shirt over the shower wall and onto the bathroom floor. With only a bra separating me from her perfect set of tits, I searched her back for the latch. Cammie turned so I could see what I was doing. Once I had it unhooked, she dropped it to the floor beneath us.

  I didn't have the patience to wait until she turned around again to remove her pants. I needed everything gone immediately.

  I fingered each side of her pants, shoving them down with ease, and taking her panties with them. While doing so, I'd ended up on my knees, staring straight at her supple ass. It was so close I could have kissed it, though I worried if I rushed things she'd freak out and withdraw.

  I ran my hands over each cheek, savoring how soft her skin felt against my palms. I leaned forward and kissed the lowest part of her back, holding onto her waist to keep her from moving. I slowly let my lips explore one cheek, dragging my tongue as I inched my way around.

  Cammie placed both palms on the shower wall. I took my hands and ran them all the way up one thigh, just missing making contact with her pussy. Since I was taller than her, on my knees I came up to her back. It blocked my ability to see anything beneath her ass. As I massaged each thigh, I ran the bar of soap over her skin, all the way down each leg. She spread them apart for me, saying nothing while I repeated the process on the other side.

  I wanted to touch he
r pussy. I longed to feel the sweet spot she kept so protected. I needed permission, but I was too scared to ask for it. I had to know she wanted it.

  I cupped her ass with both hands until I was lathering her back. I stood to reach her shoulders then finally the length of her arms. Kissing the back of her neck was easy. The hard part was standing far enough away that she couldn't feel my stiff dick poking her in the ass. I had Cammie Healy naked in my shower. This was every boy’s wet dream. I didn't think it was possible.

  Then she turned around to face me. We were only inches apart. I broke that distance by kissing her hard on the lips, immediately mingling my tongue with hers. We stood with the water trickling down our naked bodies, fully engulfed in each other.

  Her arms reached around my neck, my hands gripping both of her ass cheeks. Cammie brought her knee up and rubbed me between the legs. As soon as she made contact with my cock she froze. I snickered and went in for another kiss. "I wasn't lying." Another kiss. "You know you want to look.” More kissing.

  "We need to slow down."

  "What? Did you say get back down?" I dropped to my knees, this time coming face to face with her sweet, succulent, beautiful pussy. She dug her fingers into my hair as I smoothed my thumbs around it, avoiding direct contact. I took the bar of soap and started washing her inner thighs, working my way to the center of her pie. The instant I coasted over her pussy she started shaking. Even while I lathered her up, I could smell her excitement. She was already turned on and I hadn't yet begun. This was fantastic.

  “Oh my god. This can’t be happening with you,” she mumbled.

  “Shut up and hand me the removable shower head. I’m about to make you shatter without even touching you.”

  “You can’t be serious.”

  “Oh, but I am. Do it. Stop overthinking what’s happening. We’re two adults who’ve known each other practically our whole lives. We’re simply enjoying each other. It’s natural. Just go with it. Don’t think about what comes next. Let your body take control, Cam.”

  She reached up and fetched the shower head, lowering it to me.

  I held it in my hand and took a good long look at her needy pussy. A tiny patch of hair was beginning to grow, it was barely noticeable unless you were this close. I had to back away to be able to maneuver the shower head. I adjusted the setting, making sure it was on the pulsating massage. Cammie was paying close attention. She backed up against the shower wall with her hands behind her back in preparation. “Holy shit.”

  I licked my lips as I narrowed in on the prize, a little clit just waiting for attention. Since my water pressure wasn’t the best, I gathered it wouldn’t be painful to do it pretty close to her skin. I lifted the head and pointed it right in the spot while using my other hand to rub and caress her inner thigh. In a matter of seconds her body began to convulse, her arms extending out for extra support.

  I kept at it, focusing on the little bud, and becoming stiffer than ever before as I watched. Finally her knees buckled, sending her down to be even with me. I sat the shower head down and grabbed the back of her head, shoving my lips against her. My kiss was hungry. I’d just watched her pussy contract. I knew she was slippery wet, and I wanted to feel it firsthand.

  I backed away after a few seconds, giving her a little time to recuperate. “I need to know right now if we have to stop, Cam. I don’t know how much longer I can be this close to you and not take what should’ve always been mine.”

  Her eyes were glossed over, and she spoke in a low tone. “Don’t stop, Wes. Show me the difference. I need to know the difference between sex and making love.”

  She’d given me the go-ahead, and for a brief moment I couldn’t move. All of a sudden I realized exactly where we were and what was about to happen.

  I leaned forward and kissed her again, this time slow and paced. I wanted her to know I was going to take my time, even if I prematurely ejaculated in the shower before we got the chance to have intercourse.

  To be honest, I didn’t know the difference between sex and making love. I’d had passionate sex, albeit nothing compared to being with Cammie. I was sailing into uncharted waters, desperate to be the best thing she’d ever experienced, even if it left me craving more.

  “I’ll make love to you, Cam, not because you’re asking, but because I need to know too. I’ve never felt this way about anyone in my life. It’s not happening in this shower. We’re going to dry off and slip into bed. I need to see every part of you, an inch at a time. There isn’t a place on your body I’m not going to touch. I need to know you’re okay with that.”

  She took my chin and lifted it so we were staring in each other’s eyes. “I want this.”

  I didn’t know how I was going to stand to get out of the shower in my predicament, but dammit it was going to happen. Nothing would keep me from having this, not even a broken cock.

  Chapter 26

  I’d given into temptation and allowed Wes to have his way with me. He’d wanted it for a very long time, and I needed it. I wanted to know what it felt like to be with someone who genuinely cared about me; maybe even loved me, if it was possible. He hadn’t been around me in years, but the way he knew me was almost scary.

  His sense of humor kept me relaxed and preoccupied. The way he touched me didn’t feel sinful. It was passionate and welcoming, like he was meant to do it.

  I never expected this to happen. The last thing I wanted was a relationship, especially from someone so close to my family, but Wes was one of the good guys. He lived a comfortable life. He wanted me to be a part of it. I didn’t care about his money or the things he could get with power. I wanted to know what it felt like to be loved unconditionally. I needed to know I wasn’t a worthless piece of shit for my past actions. It was necessary to hear someone say I could have a child and still be the same person I was before. I needed to know that having this baby wasn’t a mistake. He or she would be loved. I’d give my child the best life, no matter how hard I had to work to make it happen.

  I’d been naïve for far too long. I’d made terrible choices leading to repercussions I’d live with for the rest of my life. I had a choice to dwell in my shameful actions, or move forward with a life I could accept.

  I had the opportunity to make things right.

  Wes reached behind me to turn off the faucet. He left the shower head hanging down as he extended his hand for me to take. We'd been in the shower for quite some time but never once had I looked at anything but his face.

  How was that possible?

  I knew he was hard. He wasn't keeping it a secret. When he stood he pulled me with him. His hand let go of mine so he could bring both of his up to cup my cheeks. "I can't believe you're here with me."

  "I am," I assured him.

  ‎"Are you ready to get out?"

  "Yes," I whispered as he kissed me.

  Wes opened the curtain and led me, allowing me enough space to be able to check out his ass. I took in the rear parts of his body, the firmness as he took each step.

  If he was this sexy in the back I couldn't wait to see what the front had in store.

  Before I could comment he turned and wrapped a towel around me, bringing his body close to elude me from getting a peek. “Don’t you want me naked?” I asked.

  “Oh, you’re not getting dressed. I just don’t want you cold as I’m ravaging every inch of you. Let’s get you dried off so I can get started. We have a dinner to go to later, and it’s probably going to take me the rest of the day.”

  With his statement I gulped hard, fully understanding his intent.

  He led me into his bedroom, pulling off the towel and exposing all of me. Then finally, he stepped back, crossing his arms to take me in. I tried my best to stay focused on his face, but curiosity was calling me to look at what I had in store.

  Holy shit almighty hugeness.

  I think my mouth hit the floor. I heard him chuckle and found him shaking his head. “I told you I don’t lie.”

  “How the hell
do you not walk with a hunch?”

  “Stop it. You’re making me blush,” he teased. “It’s because you’ve gotten me worked up. He needs to calm down a bit.”

  “A bit?” I placed my hand over my mouth. “Should I be scared?”

  He broke the distance between us, still cackling at my comment. “You know you want to put that medical theory to the test. Stop being afraid. I’d never hurt you. No one has ever complained.”

  “Should I worry about how many people you’ve been with? Do you use protection?”

  “Should I?” He reciprocated with the same question.

  “I’ve been with three people,” I easily answered. “Two of them used protection every single time. The sex was always missionary, and I’d never done oral until I met James. Obviously, we didn’t use protection, which has resulted in my pregnancy.”

  “How far along are you exactly?”

  “You didn’t answer my question.”

  “I don’t know. Maybe eleven. It’s somewhere around that number, and yes, I’ve always used protection, even when I was drunk off my ass. I don’t want to die from having sex, or make babies with women I’d rather not spend the next eighteen years having to be friendly with.”

  “They say I’m about five to six weeks along. It’s still very early.”

  “You need to start eating better and taking care of yourself.”

  “I know. I haven’t had much time to think about everything this pregnancy is going to do to me.”

  Wes chuckled and pointed down. He backed up so I could take a look. He’d calmed down a bit from us having an normal conversation. “See, he’s not that scary.”

  “Still scary,” I corrected.

  “Are you done with the third degree or would you like a blood sample and a look at my financials?”

  I placed my arms around the back of his neck. “That’s not necessary. I know where you came from.”

  “Same with you. I just wish I knew where you were headed.”