“I need you smooth. Let me do this.”
“Hurry up. I’m cold. If you cut me I’ll kick you.”
“I can agree to that. Just make sure it’s not in my jewels. I need them later on.”
To be honest, I was nervous. Cammie would kick me for sure if I nicked her. I took my time taking the razor and running it down her skin. After the third swipe I was confident I could finish without an injury to either of us.
It only took a few minutes for her to get into it. First she ran her hands through her hair, but then she began tickling her nipples, pinching them as she watched me work. Every once in a while I’d kiss over her hips, my dick becoming hard from the beginning.
When I finished, I lowered her back into the tub and made sure she was rinsed off and clean. We kissed a couple times. She cleaned me, rubbing the bar of soap across my taint and applying pressure to get a rise out of me. The moment her hand came in contact with my hard shaft she knew I needed to take care of my predicament.
I climbed out of the water first, grabbing a towel and wrapping her in it. She followed me out to the kitchen where my next step was to take place. I lifted her onto the counter and pulled off her towel. She sat there with her legs spread waiting for what was in store.
I didn’t have much in the refrigerator. A half gallon of vanilla ice cream. A few squirts of chocolate syrup, and a frozen chocolate bar. When I opened the ice cream container I took a spoon and filled it, placing the first bite in her awaiting mouth. She swallowed it, remaining quiet for what would happen next.
I didn’t waste time. I spooned out another dabble and dropped it over her pussy. She sucked in air when the cold hit her, the creamy goodness running down between her folds. It was enough to make me crazy. I ducked down and lapped it back up, savoring the flavor of the ice cream. I added more, sucking every melted remnant from her silky smooth skin. With each lick I could tell she was enjoying herself. She picked up the chocolate syrup and squirted it over each nipple, sitting the bottle down and rubbing both sides in. Her chocolate covered breasts were irresistible. I had to lick and suck until it was cleaned off. I could feel the sticky chocolate getting caught in my facial hair as I worked on the first tit. I bit at her nipple, looking up to watch her expression as I did it.
Right when my head dipped down to clean off the second breast I heard someone knocking on the window to the kitchen door. Cammie shoved me away and covered both breasts with her hands. With a face full of chocolate, I grabbed my towel and hurried to see who it could have been. It wasn’t like I got a lot of visitors.
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Standing there, looking through the glass at me was Mr. Healy, Callie, her mother, and their cop sister, Cassie.
“Oh shit!” I backed away from the door, refusing to let them in. With one swift kick her father had busted the latch, and he was coming at me like a bat out of hell. I heard commotion and then felt his hands around my throat. “What have you done? I trusted you.”
Cammie was at my side, holding a towel up and begging him to let me go. I could feel the oxygen leaving my lungs as he held onto me threatening to end me.
“Daddy, please. Let him go.”
At the same time I watched her younger sister push her. “How could you? You slut! You couldn’t have your teacher so you steal my man?”
Cammie wasn’t having it. Something inside of her snapped. She shoved her sister back, her towel falling to the floor. Her mom rushed over and covered her, standing in between the two girls. “Stop it! All of you. Please stop this.”
Everyone in the room froze in place. I felt Mr. Healy’s hold loosening. Finally my feet were back on the ground, and I was coughing and trying to breathe normally.
“What the hell is going on? We’ve been worried sick and you’ve been here screwing around with him this whole time?” I’d never seen her mother so angry before, not even when she caught Josh smoking pot in his room when we were teens.
Cammie was crying. Callie was crying. Their mother looked like she was going to be sick, and their father was still contemplating ending my life. “It’s not what you think,” Cammie cried. “Wes was helping me.”
“Helping you what? This ain’t helping you,” her father offered.
“I needed to get away. He let me stay here with him. He’s been kind to me. What you saw…”
“What we saw was how easy you are,” Callie snapped. “You disgust me. I thought I looked up to you. I felt sorry for you, and you’ve been here screwing Wes. You know how I felt about him.”
“Callie, please. We didn’t plan this.”
“I did,” I spoke up. “I planned it all.” I knew it was possible I might be murdered, but I couldn’t let them treat her like trash. “I’ve been in love with your daughter since we were teens. She was hurting and none of you understood. I took her from your house and offered a safe place to rest her heart. What happened after that is all on me. Don’t call her names. She doesn’t deserve it. If you have something to say, say it to me. Leave her alone.”
“Wes, it’s fine. I chose to run. You don’t need to fight my battles.”
“Cammie, you’re coming home. Get dressed,” her mother ordered.
I kept my hands up as I spoke directly to her dad. “Mr. Healy, I’d never hurt her. I swear it.”
He pointed at my face. “You’re not welcome in my home anymore, Wes. Don’t come anywhere near my daughters or Josh for that matter.”
“You can’t do this,” Cammie cried. “Please, daddy. He cares about me. You can’t shut him out. It’s my life.”
“You have enough to worry about, young lady.”
“I’m not a child. You can’t dictate my life. I’m staying with Wes.”
Her mother took her by the arm and led her into the living room, I suppose to find something to cover her body other than a towel. With mine tied around my waist, I crossed my arms and stood my ground. “You can’t keep us apart.”
I turned to Callie. “I’m sorry, Cal. I should have told you why I wasn’t interested. I didn’t want to lead you on or hurt your feelings. It’s always been about her though. I can’t make it go away. Trust me, I tried for a long time. The second she walked into the room I was a goner. I never meant to cause trouble, and neither did Cammie. It just happened.”
“Screw you,” she yelled while gritting her teeth. “I hate you both.”
Callie ran out of the house, her police officer sister catching her and leading her the rest of the way. I knew why she hadn’t come inside. She knew if I pressed charges she’d get in trouble for being involved while on duty. The further I looked I was able to spot the police cruiser outside.
Cammie and her mother rushed back through the room. She was dressed in my T-shirt and a pair of the jeans I’d bought her. Her mom continued shoving her daughter out the door hoping she wouldn’t stop to say goodbye to me. The moment they hit the threshold I watched the girl of my dreams dash back toward me, ending up in my arms. “I’m sorry, Wes. Don’t let them take me home. I want to stay with you,” she whispered. “Please don’t let them take me.”
I kissed her once. “They’re not leaving without you. Go home. I know you’ll do what’s right. I’m not going anywhere, Cam. You know where I stand, and where to find me.”
She held my hand when she began to walk away, only letting go at the last minute. Her father was the last person to leave. He pointed in my direction again. “I’m not kidding, Wes. Don’t let me see you anywhere near my property. Heed my warning. You’re no longer welcome. That ain’t going to change. This thing between you and Cammie is over!”
“I’ll still love her, no matter what you say to me. You can’t stop me. She’s an adult. You’re going to push her to make desperate decisions again. Put yourself in her shoes, sir. She ran to me because she knew I’d love her and keep her safe. I’d never hurt her. You can forbid me from your home, but you won’t keep us apart. You’d need a rifle to do that. With all due respect, I’m not giving up on you
r daughter. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
He shook his head and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.
I didn’t know what I was going to do, but letting her go was never going to be an option, not now, not ever.
Chapter 32
I stared out the window of my father’s truck from the backseat, tears streaming down my face, while both of my parents continued to yell at me. I blocked them out, finally closing my eyes and thinking about the way it felt when I was in Wes’ arms.
I didn’t care what they threatened, I was a grown woman. I could make my own decisions. If they thought I was a whore, so be it. I was done trying to please everyone around me. I’d spent my whole life sitting on some pedestal I never deserved. I’d only ever wanted to be normal, like everyone else. Just because I had a high IQ didn’t mean I deserved special treatment. What I wanted was to know the meaning of true love, and through desperation I was finally seeing the light.
When Wes’ home was no longer in view I began to weep. None of this was going to be okay. My parents knew I was pregnant, and now they caught me with another man; someone they thought they could trust.
I was in a terrible predicament. The doors were closing on me, and there didn’t seem to be a key around to get me out.
The ride back to the ranch was long and excruciating, neither of my parents giving me a second to get a word in edgewise.
Once home, I jumped from the back seat of the truck and dashed in the house, skipping steps to reach my room before either of them could follow behind. With a loud slam, I secured the lock and backed away, expecting my dad to do the same thing to my door as he’d done to Wes’.
I turned back to look around my room. My cell phone was still charging next to my bed, plugged in where I’d left it. My purse was on the floor, some of my luggage sitting on my dresser wide open.
I rushed over and zipped it up, pulling it down and sitting it with my other items. As soon as my parents went to bed I was out of there. They couldn’t hold me hostage. I wasn’t a child.
I think what frustrated me the most was that they assumed they were in charge of my life still.
I was going to college on a scholarship I’d worked my ass off to receive. It had all been my decision, not theirs.
A light knock caught me off guard. I heard my mother’s voice speaking softly. “Cammie, it’s me. Please open the door so we can talk about this.”
I hesitated, only doing it because I knew she wouldn’t stop asking until I caved.
I didn’t bother wiping away my fresh tears as I cracked the door to allow her entrance.
She shut it behind her before saying anything. “I don’t even know where to begin.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t say anything. Here’s the facts, mom. I’m pregnant by my teacher who took advantage of me for months. He lied to me and pretended to love me. I came home when I found out I was carrying a child he doesn’t want. When everyone found out the truth I was treated like a criminal. Wes was there for me. He cares about me.”
“You haven’t seen each other in years. Have you considered he’s just using you?”
“What? No. Not Wes. He wouldn’t.”
“You can’t love someone this fast.”
“Mom, you might not believe me, but he does. That man loves me like no one ever has. You can find it hard to understand. Trust me, I’ve been confused for days, but I’m starting to realize it’s possible. I didn’t ask to come home and get involved with another man. I didn’t want anything to do with romance. What Wes and I have is undeniable. He makes me want to be happy again.”
“I’m glad he’s been there for you, but you can’t assume it’s going to last. Cammie, you have much bigger issues than a new relationship with Wesley Parrish. We need to talk about the baby.”
“I’m keeping it,” I frankly announced.
“How are you going to raise a child?”
“Well, I assumed my family would help me at first, and then I’d figure out what to do. I’ve always been good about managing my own life. I’m sure I can handle whatever is thrown at me.”
“Honey, life isn’t that easy. Children are a lifetime commitment. You won’t be able to afford and raise a child on your own, especially without your degree.”
“Mom,” I was getting frustrated. “I said I’ll figure it out. I’ve already got some things in the works that might pan out. If they do, then my life just got a lot easier.”
“What are you talking about?” She inquired.
“I’m not saying anything until I know for sure.”
“Does this involve Stanford?”
“Sort of. Look,” I was insistent. “I came home with you and Dad. I listened to Callie chew me out at Wes’ house. She’s going to show up with Cassie soon and I don’t feel like hashing it out anymore. If you insist on me being here then let me stay in my room and be alone, please.”
“The last time we left you alone you disappeared for days.”
“We told Josh where I was and that I was fine. He knew the whole time.”
This was news to my mother. Her eyes widened and I could tell she was pissed he’d kept it from her. “This is the first I’m hearing it. Your brother never told us anything.”
“How did you find me?”
“We had Cassie look into it. She pulled up the address and saw the two of you through a window.”
“You had her spy on me?”
“Honey, we needed to know you were okay.”
“Clearly I’m fine.”
“You left without anything. We thought you might have gone somewhere to hurt yourself.”
“What? You thought I was going to commit suicide? This is bullshit!” I didn’t normally curse in front of people I respected. “None of you know me if you think I’m capable of that.”
“You haven’t been home in a long time. We thought the worst, and I apologize for that.”
“Mom, you should have let me stay with Wes. I was fine and working things out. I have my life under control. I don’t need this.”
“Cammie,” she was resolved as she spoke. “I’ve watched your father fall apart over this. Do you know what it’s like to see the strongest man you’ve ever known bawl because there isn’t anything he can do to help someone he loves more than his own life?”
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. She wanted me to be sympathetic to what they’d gone through. I could attest to them being worried, upset, and even heartbroken, but what kept me from understanding was how they refused to be sympathetic to my needs. I felt alone, like I had no one on my side to tell me things would be okay.
“I can’t imagine how hard it was to hear of my complications, but what I can’t respect is the way I’ve been treated since I’ve arrived. I’m not a little girl you can punish to her room. I’m an adult, who has gotten herself into a situation I’m having a hard time working out. I came home because I needed my family. I felt like this was where I belonged. I assumed you’d support me and guide me in the right direction, but I’ve only been a disappointment since I walked through the door.”
All of a sudden my mother and I were interrupted by loud yelling resonating from downstairs. I could hear that my sister’s had finally returned. My dad was raising his voice, and another male was giving it right back to him.
Wes.
He hadn’t waited at home hoping I’d return to him. He’d jumped in his truck and come after me.
I rushed out of the room and down the stairs, not caring what they would say or do. “Stop it! You can’t keep treating him like the bad guy. I asked him to take me away. I asked him to keep it a secret. He wanted to tell you. He wanted to bring me home several times. It was my decision to stay hidden. It was my decision to go to his house. He didn’t ask me. I suggested it. You’re punishing Wes for something I did. This has to stop.”
“Cammie, we saw you. Stop trying to make it like he wasn’t a part of this. We saw you in the kitchen.” My sister was still assuming we’d done this
to screw her over. She was ridiculous.
“Cal, I never meant for this to hurt you.”
“Save your excuses. I can’t look at you the same. I thought you were going to help me date him. Instead you moved right in to have him for yourself.”
“I’m standing right here, Callie. How many times did I tell you I wasn’t interested? You assumed. I didn’t get with your sister behind your back.” Wes was trying to help. In the meantime I spotted the way my father was watching him. It worried me.
“You lied to me. Both of you.”
Josh came down the stairs. I could tell he’d smoked a bowl. His eyes were heavy and seemed calm when all hell was breaking loose. “Let me clear the air for a second,” he stammered. “My boy Wesley has been hot for Cammie since we were kids. He told me they were together the other day. I knew she was safe. When I heard you talking to Cassie about looking into Wes I told her they were together and Cam was fine. How do you think she tracked them down so fast?”
I searched the room, finding Cassie standing near the kitchen entrance. She was giving Josh a look of disapproval, not that it would help her cause. My siblings were lying to protect one another. Wasn’t that normal?
Josh and Cassie started arguing. Callie was pointing to Wes accusing him of being a user.
Wes was doing his best to calm her down, while my father was laying it into me again about being responsible for all of this.
Out of nowhere I heard my mother’s voice. It was loud. She’d finally snapped. “ENOUGH!”
The room quieted.
My small-framed mom walked in the center of the living room with both hands on her hips. “I’ve had enough. This stops here. I won’t have this family falling apart at the seams. Do you all hear me?” She pointed to Wes. “You’re included in this too. All of you, take a seat. This gets resolved tonight.”
I didn’t wait for my dad and Callie to move out of the way. I rushed over and fell into Wes’ arms. He kissed the top of my head and whispered in my ear. “I couldn’t stay away. You promised me a week. I still have a couple days.”
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