Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
A ribbon of trepidation slithers in my tummy.
It would be so easy and perfect to take Cameron inside of me right now. I’m so turned on from his touch, it probably wouldn’t even hurt that badly to have my first time right here, right now. In the pool beneath the moonlight in the presence of palm trees. But just like earlier, with Dean, I’m hesitant to have my first time in private with only one of them. Wouldn’t that only add to their vitriol? Wouldn’t that be unfair?
And wouldn’t that make my mission to reunite these best friends that much harder?
“Can we kiss for a while?” I whisper, sitting up in the water and snaking my legs around his hips, gasping when his rampant erection meets my sex. “I didn’t get enough of your kisses earlier on the beach.”
“Pretty damn sure I’ll never get enough of yours.” Cameron’s strong hands seize my bottom, and he turns, walking us to the side of the pool. Pressing me up against the smooth tile, crowding his hips in between my legs. “But I’m willing to kiss you until we find out.”
“That sounds nice,” I whisper against his lips.
Cameron’s kisses are more exploratory than Dean’s. Gentler, too, but no less arousing. He primes my mouth with side to side drags of his open lips, before plundering me slowly, his skilled tongue drawing hiccupping moans from deep inside of me, as if he’s reached into the bottom of some unknown well. As a freshman in college, I daydreamed about Cameron laying me down on a soft patch of grass and celebrating me with his mouth, his whispered poetry, gazing down at me with soulful eyes, whereas my daydreams of Dean were hot, furious fucking, usually in the back of his truck.
How lucky I am to be gifted these contrasting men.
All I want to do is luxuriate in them.
And that’s exactly what Cameron and I proceed to do. Bask in kisses that proceed to turn more starving, my body straining between his and the tile wall. I sense we’re reaching a point of no return and I should stop us, but I can’t, I can’t, because I love being flattened against a hard barrier by this big man with no purchase for my feet and nowhere to go, his mouth molesting mine on repeat, the very taste of him smacking of hunger.
I’m not expecting him to rake his open mouth over to my ear and whisper, “Tell me what you did with Dean.”
I don’t process his words right away, because I’m dizzy from kissing, but eventually they sink in…and confuse me as much as they flush my lower body with humidity. “You want to know…that?”
Chapter Six
Cameron
Yes, I do want to know what Ruby did with Dean.
There is probably something sick about that, but so be it. If I only have three days to nurture the twisted needs inside of me, I’m not going to inhibit them. I’m going to take advantage. I’m not just a simple voyeur. Some dude who gets his rocks off watching other people have sex. It’s a very specific scenario that gets me hard. And it all traces back to that day, that strange fucking day. Ruby’s last tutoring session with me.
While my father was visiting.
Yeah, this sickness is all tangled up in Ruby, just like the rest of my libido.
God, maybe even my heart.
How else can I explain how my entire world was rocked by seeing her again?
How else can I explain how fast my pulse is racing now, my stomach in knots?
“Dean,” she whimpers, loving the way I’m sucking her neck, that spinner body perched right on my stiffness, unable to keep still. Jesus, she’s so sweet.
“Bet he couldn’t keep his tongue out of this pretty mouth, either, could he?” I rasp, praying she doesn’t think I’m weird for wanting a play-by-play.
For enjoying it.
“N-no, he couldn’t,” she whispers, tipping her head to the left so I can reach more of her neck, rubbing my scruff against the sensitive patch of skin beneath her ear.
“Tell me more,” I demand.
“We parked for a while and, um…” I hear her swallow. “Are you sure you want to hear about…this?”
“I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t sure,” I assure her, stroking a hand down her wet hair. “Dean and I might hate each other, but thinking of how he probably couldn’t keep his hands off you…it gives me an ache, angel.”
She blinks, but her gaze is free of judgment. “Oh.”
“Now, I want to know.” I press our foreheads together. “Did he pull your panties down in some dirty alley and fuck you, Ruby?”
“No,” she gasps, her pupils expanding in the moonlight. Holy shit, this is making her horny, too. As if I need one more reason to desire this girl. “No, he didn’t do that. Not yet.”