by J. Kenner
Between her legs, she felt Cam stiffen, and she forced herself not to yell at her brother that she wasn’t interested in a fix-up or a relationship or an arranged marriage or any of the ridiculous scenarios that were bouncing around in her brother’s head. But instead, all she said was, “Six. You can tell him that your not-really-a-surprise party is at six. Now get the hell out of here.”
He actually laughed—bastard—then started to head out. “I’m going to brunch with the judge,” he reminded her. “If you and your boy toy decide to frolic naked in the pool, just remember we have security cameras.”
She grabbed Mr. Meow, the stuffed cat she’d had since infancy, off her bookshelf-style headboard and hurled it at him. But he was already gone, and the poor cat smacked into the now-closed door.
Beneath the sheets, she felt Cam relax before he slowly emerged. She scooted over so that he could share the pillow, then grabbed hold of his hand as they both exhaled loudly.
“Holy fuck,” he said, and she thought that summed the situation up nicely.
They both stared at the ceiling, just breathing, for at least five long minutes. Then Cam rolled over and propped himself up on his elbow. With his free hand, he traced random patterns on her belly, making her skin tighten as a new electricity started to zing through her. Because, apparently, she hadn’t yet had enough of him. Who would have thought that the Cam who’d tormented her as a kid would be such a tender lover?
No, she corrected. Not tender. He was, yes. But there was a roughness, too. An edginess. He’d claimed her, no other way to describe it. And dear God, she’d surrendered completely. Willingly.
She liked men who took charge—that much she knew. But she’d never looked at Cam and seen that side of him. He was so sweet. So nice. Smart and funny and serious about his studies.
All qualities she admired. After all, she worked hard at school and on her job, and she’d locked onto her career path with laser-like focus. She recognized commitment when she saw it. Admired it, too.
But somehow, she’d never seen that side of Cam before.
Had she not been looking? Or had he always been hidden by Darryl’s shadow?
“Thinking deep thoughts?” he asked, sliding his hand down along the curve of her waist to rest on her hip. “Or trying not to think about Darryl’s surprise appearance.”
“Both,” she said. “And neither.”
He nipped at her earlobe, making her squeal. “I like a woman who speaks in riddles.”
“Actually, I was thinking about you.”
“Yeah?” He lifted his head, his expression wary, but pleased. “What were you thinking?”
“That you surprised me, Cameron Reed.”
“Did I? I bet I can do it again.”
“What? Surprise me? I sincerely doubt it.”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he slid his hand between her thighs, then roughly thrust two fingers deep inside her. “Surprise,” he whispered.
Cam swallowed a moan, his cock growing hard again as his fingers explored her slick heat. Would he ever get enough of this woman?
Honestly, he really didn’t think so. And despite the mortification factor from Darryl walking in on them—and almost seeing way more than Cam would ever be inclined to share with his best friend—he was pretty much floating on cloud nine at the moment.
“Oh, God, Cam.” She arched up, grinding against his hand as if she, too, couldn’t get her fill. “What are you trying to do to me?
His fingers continued their merciless tease. “Right now? I’m just trying to make you come. Why? Do you think I should be doing more
“Honestly? I think you’re doing exactly the right amount. Don’t stop, okay?”
He wouldn’t dream of it, and he touched and teased until she exploded once again in his arms, and a warm wave of satisfaction crested inside him from the simple knowledge that he’d brought her to such dizzying heights.
“We have to stop,” she murmured, stretching as the last shudders of the orgasm fizzled away. She rolled over, then smiled as she eased on top and nestled her head under his chin, her breasts firm and warm against his chest. “I came so hard, I’m not even sure if all the pieces of me are put back together right.”
He ran his hands over her shoulder blades, then down her back, then over the curve of her ass. “You feel pretty well-put together to me.”
“Mmm,” she said, her face pressed to his skin. “I think I know what’s happened to us,” she said.
“You mean more than mind-blowing passion?”
“That’s a result,” she said. “I know the cause.”
He stroked her back, his fingers tracing lazily over her bare skin. “Okay,” he said. “Enlighten me.”
“We flipped a switch,” she said. And when he didn’t respond, she added, “It’s as if you and I were stumbling around in a dark room. And then one day, one of us finds a light switch. Suddenly, we see each other. It was all there before, we just missed it.”
“I never did,” he admitted. “I’ve wanted this since we were kids.”
She propped herself up. “This? Because that makes you a seriously precocious little kid.”
“Back then I mostly wanted to share your lemonade, sit by you in our fort, and try to get a peek when you changed into your swimsuit behind a towel.”
“Perv.”
“How about you? Any lingering child fantasies with me in the starring role?”
Her cute little nose wrinkled. “Sorry, no.”
“And now?”
Her laughter was like the trill of bells. “Now? Oh, now there are tons of fantasies. Buckets of fantasies.”
“Then I guess you’re right. You flipped a switch.”
She kissed him gently. “Yeah,” she said, her voice tender. “I guess I did.”
“And is that a good thing?”
“Insecure much?”
“Hell, no.”
She laughed. “Glad to hear it. And that switch? A very, very good thing.”
“How about those fantasies?”
She closed her eyes and sighed, her teeth scraping over her lower lip. “Those are good, too.”
“Tell me,” he demanded, but she just smiled and shook her head.
“Sorry, mister. You’ll have to wait. We need to get moving. I’ve got a party to pull together.”
“I can help you.”
For a second, she hesitated. Then she propped herself up, her elbows digging painfully into his gut. Not that he intended to complain. “That’s okay,” she said. “I can manage.”
Alarm bells didn’t exactly clang in his head, but they were definitely starting to ding a bit. “You’re sure? I don’t mind?”
“No, seriously. It’s fine. You must have stuff to do on a Saturday.” As she sat up, she held the sheet over her breasts and the dinging ratcheted up a notch. “I should probably go take a shower.”
He reached for her hand. “Hold up a sec. What about tonight.”
She blinked. “Tonight?”
“The party,” he said. “This guy Zach’s coming. Shouldn’t we—”
“What?” The word came out sharp, cutting him off, and he couldn’t help but fear that he heard a note of panic in her voice.
He drew a breath, telling himself to be calm. That any weirdness he was picking up on was probably coming from him. From the down-rush of adrenaline he was experience after having every fantasy in his life fulfilled over one glorious night. Of course he was going to be on edge. Of course, he was expecting her to yank the carpet out from under him.
“It’s only that I think we should tell Darryl.”
For a second, she looked confused. Then her eyes went wide. “Oh! You mean about this.” She indicated the two of them. “About us?”
“Well, yeah. I mean, if he’s trying to set you up with—”
She waved her hand, dismissing the words. “Believe me. I can already tell I’m not interested in Zach. And I doubt he’d be interested in me.”
“Well, then—
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“But say something to Darryl?” Her voice rose with incredulity. “Really bad idea.”
He sat up in bed, and since she had the sheet, he used the quilt to cover himself. Because suddenly, he felt the need to be covered. “Why?”
“Well, think about it. This is fun—hell, it’s been amazing. And I don’t know about you, but I’m totally hoping we do it again.”
Thank God.
“Yeah,” he said, forcing his voice to stay level and even. “Me, too.”
“But what happens later? I mean, say around Christmas time when we’ve both moved on but we’re all together for the holidays. If Darryl knows what his sister and best friend did during the summer, it’s totally awkward. But if he doesn’t know…”
She lifted her shoulder in a shrug as her voice trailed off.
He stared. He just freaking stared.
“Cam? That makes sense, right?”
And that’s when he realized that Mina Silver was a magician. Because somehow, without him even realizing it, she’d pulled that damn carpet right out from under him.
Chapter Seven
“I can’t believe you stood us up,” Taylor D’Angelo said as she perched on one of the stools in front of the breakfast bar, her dark brown hair pulled back into a long ponytail. “What was it you’d said? Nothing’s better for your ass than running and squats?”
“Well, it’s true.” Mina passed Taylor a water bottle, and then handed a second one to Megan, whose fair skin still bloomed pink with exertion.
“The hell it is,” Taylor retorted, sliding off the bar stool, then positioning herself so that her rear end was aimed at the kitchen. She looked over her shoulder to Mina. “Still flat as a pancake. Whereas yours is all perky. And not because of running, I might add. No, your ass was treated to a booty call workout.”
Beside her, Megan almost choked on her water.
“Well, it’s true,” Taylor said. “How much do you want to bet she stood us up because she was lost in post-coital bliss?”
“Not disagreeing. I was just thinking about the possibilities of a booty call exercise video.”
As Taylor and Megan laughed, Mina rolled her eyes. “Are you two about done yet?”
Taylor’s mouth curved into a thoughtful frown. “I think so. How about you?”
Megan shrugged. “Completely done.”
“Good, because—”
“Actually, I take it back,” Taylor said. “I’m not done.”
Mina let out a low, suffering groan, then pretended to bang her head on the kitchen wall. The banging was mimed. But the suffering was real. Because Mina knew damn well that once Taylor got something in her head, she didn’t let it go easily.
She’d known Taylor since high school, although they’d really only become close in college after they kept ending up in the same classes during undergrad. Now, Taylor was a grad student in the drama department and was also stage managing the calendar contest for The Fix on Sixth, making sure the stage was properly set, the microphones were working, the guys all knew what to do, and all the other details that freed up Jenna—the partner at The Fix who was overseeing the contest—to focus on the big picture.
Mina didn’t know Megan nearly as well, though she liked the recent transplant from LA.
A make-up artist, Megan had met Taylor when Megan had done the pre-photoshoot makeup for one of their mutual friends. Megan had also become close with Mina’s old boss, Griffin, although Mina still didn’t know if Megan and Griff were dating or just friends.
Either way, Mina liked Megan a lot, and when Taylor suggested that Megan join them on the fun run, Mina had easily agreed.
Of course, completely forgetting about the race probably wasn’t the best way to make a good impression on her new friend…
“Come on, Taylor,” Mina said now, before Taylor could make that very point. Or, possibly, a thousand more points. “I said I was sorry.” She looked at Megan. “And I really am sorry.”
Megan held up the now-empty water bottle. “It’s no big deal, really. It’s not like we were going to have scintillating conversation as we ran. I was doing good to draw air, actually.”
Taylor narrowed her pretty brown eyes in Megan’s direction. “You’re too damn nice. And as for you,” she added, turning her attention to Mina, “I have just one word—who?”
“Who?” Mina repeated.
“Yes. Duh. Who. Who was more important than running solidarity? Please tell me it wasn’t Jeff. He’s nice enough, but that’s not going anywhere.”
“Jeff?” Megan asked.
“This guy. They’re not dating, but…” She twirled her finger in the air. “You know.”
“It’s not a big deal,” Mina said, then opened the pantry door to inspect the contents. “Jeff and I are just—”
“Friends with benefits?” Taylor put in.
“As a matter of fact, yes. What’s wrong with that?” She knew she sounded testy, and she honestly wasn’t sure why. The thing with Jeff wasn’t a big deal because she didn’t want it to be.
“Nothing wrong at all,” Taylor said, and from her appeasing tone, Mina knew that her friend had caught the edge in Mina’s voice.
“At any rate, it wasn’t Jeff,” she said, then added salsa to the grocery list she was making for tonight’s party. It was going to be small—just a dozen or so of Darryl’s friends—but she still wanted to be sure there was enough food and alcohol.
“Tossed him aside, have you?” Taylor pressed the back of her hand to her forehead as if in a swoon, and Megan immediately laughed.
“Don’t be melodramatic,” Mina said. But even as she spoke the words, she knew that Taylor had hit on the truth. Jeff was of the past. And Cameron—well, she hoped he was of the present. But she was afraid they’d gone off the rails. Worse, she was afraid she’d steered them that direction.
All she’d wanted to do was not shine a spotlight on the two of them. And even though he’d finally told her that he understood her point, there’d been a look in his eyes that had made her stomach twist with regret.
“Boy, those people who design dating apps must love you,” Taylor said. “You’re like the poster child.”
“That is so not true,” Mina protested, Taylor’s completely unfair accusation pulling her from her thoughts. “I don’t have a little black book, and I don’t have a different guy on speed dial every night.”
“No, you don’t. You’re right. But we’ve been friends for a long time, and I’ve watched you push away guys who wanted to get serious.”
“That’s the point,” Mina said. “The guys wanted to get serious. Not me. Not now. I mean, someday, sure. But I don’t have time for distractions.”
Even as she spoke, she thought of Cam’s slightly crooked grin, of his commanding manner and firm voice. Of all the tantalizing things he’d whispered to her, and then the way his fingers and lips and cock had followed through with such delectable efficiency. Maybe she didn’t have time for the distraction, but she’d damn sure enjoyed it.
“I get that,” Megan said. “It’s hard to focus on your business if you’re sidetracked by romance.”
“Exactly,” Mina said. “Why would I work so hard at school and my internships and all my various projects over the years if I wasn’t completely committed to my career? And how can I be completely committed to getting my career off the ground if I’m supposed to be committed to a relationship, too? Later, yeah. But right now is critical.”
Surely Cam felt the same way? He’d been killing himself to get through two masters programs, and now that he’d been accepted into a Ph.D. program he was going to be even more busy.
Taylor actually threw up her hands. “Okay. Fine. You win.”
“Thank you.” She exhaled loudly, feeling smug. “I wish you could tell that to Darryl. He’s bringing some guy to the party tonight hoping that we’ll hit it off.” She made a face. “He thinks that since Zach is going into the entertainment industry it’ll be a match made in heaven.”<
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“Well, wouldn’t it?” Megan asked. “If he’s in your business, then it’s not really a distraction, is it? More like a perk.”
Mina shrugged. “Maybe.” Hell, maybe she was resisting Zach because he was Darryl’s set up. Maybe the guy really was great.
Maybe.
But even if he was, Mina knew it wouldn’t matter. Yesterday, she might have managed to peel her eyes open to really give the guy a look. But today…
Well, today, all she could see was Cam’s face. All she could think about was the brush of his fingers over her skin and the way he’d made her feel. Not sex. And not even just fun, but fun and warmth and wildness and need all rolled into one.
She didn’t want a relationship—really she didn’t.
But she couldn’t deny that she craved him. And she hoped like hell that when he’d walked out of her apartment that morning, he hadn’t intended it to be forever.
She avoided Taylor and Megan’s question about whom she’d slept with, then finally pushed them out the door with the excuse that she had to get to the store, and that she’d see both of them that night since Taylor was coming with Amanda, a mutual friend, and Megan was coming with Griffin.
“I can’t ask him, since I interned for him, but are you and Griffin dating?” Mina asked as she walked her friends to Taylor’s car.
Megan shook her head. “I won’t deny that there was a spark when we first met—or, at least, I thought so. But no.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Honestly, it wouldn’t have lasted, and I’m not sure we would have become friends with that kind of history hanging between us.”
Mina swallowed, thinking of Cameron. Had they screwed up? Was that unreadable expression she’d seen on his face advance warning of goodbye?
“He’s the best,” Megan said, unaware of Mina’s spiraling thoughts. “But he’s got a lot to overcome, and it gets in the way. I hope he finds someone, but I think she’s going to have to be a fighter to get through his thick skin. And I don’t mean the scars,” she added.
“I hear you.” Griffin had been horribly injured in a fire when he was a kid, and his face and one side of his body were still messed up. She knew he was in some sort of experimental drug trial, but that wasn’t going to magically erase the scars or give the wounded little boy who lived inside the man a shot of confidence.