A Tragic Wreck (9 page)

She knew she was just using Cam, but she didn’t care. She needed to feel again. She didn’t care if there were no sparks or fireworks. She was tired of feeling so numb and empty.

Returning her lips to his, Olivia finished unbuttoning his shirt, leaning down to nibble on his earlobe. Savoring the feeling of his muscular body beneath her own, she trailed kisses from his neck down his chest, toying with his little trail of hair, eager to see where it led.

Groaning, Cam flipped Olivia onto her back, his tongue continuing its exploration of her mouth as his hand roamed up and down her long legs. With each journey up, he went a little further north, drawing her dress even higher, finally feeling her ass.

She moaned, deepening the kiss before pulling back and dragging Cam’s lower lip between her teeth, nibbling gently. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting to feel him inside of her.

“Easy, Libby, or I’m not going to last long,” he exhaled into her neck. “I want this to last.”

“Please, Cam. I need to feel you…” Olivia pleaded with him.

“And I want you to feel me,” he whispered into her mouth, pressing his lips to hers. “I want you to feel so fucking complete when I’m moving inside you that you forget about whatever it is that’s got you scared.”

Olivia’s heart swelled at Cam's gentle words and touch, the heat emanating from his body making her desperate for him to keep touching her.

“Do you want that?” he asked, pulling back and looking down at her as she lay panting on the couch.

“Yes, Cam,” she said breathlessly. She wanted that more than anything. She wanted him. She needed him. He was the only one who could make her forget about
him
.

He grabbed the bottom of her dress, looking into her eyes as if asking permission. She bit her bottom lip and nodded. Within seconds, she lay on the couch wearing only a red lace strapless bra and matching panties. She felt Cam harden even more between her legs.

“Fuck, Libby.” He lowered his head to her chest, tracing his tongue across the top of her breasts. Olivia squirmed under his mouth, the heat sending shivers through her body. His fingers gently slid underneath her bra, lowering it and exposing her nipples. The cool air and her desire for him made them harden. He ran his tongue over one nipple, tugging lightly with his teeth.

Olivia let out a soft moan, enjoying the feeling of ecstasy from such a simple gesture.

“You like that, Libby?” Cam asked, tracing her other nipple.

She nodded, her breathing picking up pace as she moved her hips, desperate for some sort of release.

Cam pulled back and looked at Olivia, a sexy smile across his face. “Patience, gorgeous. Let me help you feel again.” He reached down and slipped a finger in her panties, finding her clit and gently rubbing it. “Do you feel that?” he asked softly, feathering his lips across her neck.

“Yes,” she responded quietly, throwing her head back and reveling in the sensation of his touch on the most intimate part of her body.

“Good,” he replied before lowering himself down her body and grabbing her panties by the hips, sliding them down her long legs. “I want to taste you, Libby,” he said in a husky voice. He slowly trailed kisses down her stomach, watching her chest rise and fall in a quick rhythm. “Do you want that?” he asked as he circled her bellybutton with his tongue, his finger slowly entering and withdrawing from inside her.

“Yes, Cam. God, yes,” Olivia breathed softly. She didn’t know how much more she could take. The anticipation was killing her. She was desperate to feel something other than the numbness that had taken over her entire being since fleeing Boston. For the first time in over a month, she was feeling something. And it felt amazing.

He continued trailing kisses down her stomach, pausing before pressing his tongue against her clit, slowly lapping up her juices as he continued pleasuring her with his finger. “I love the way you taste, Libby,” Cam commented before returning his tongue to the spot that made her feel for a change. “You feel that?”

“Yes, Cam. I feel it.” She closed her eyes, desperate to block out the rest of the world and only concentrate on the amazing sensation of Cam's mouth between her legs.

“Good.” He began sucking ever so gently as he inserted another finger inside her. She felt like she was on the brink of exploding, the incredibly full feeling of his tongue on her and fingers inside her about to send her over the edge into a million tiny pieces. It wasn’t as intense a feeling as she felt with Alexander but, at that moment in time, she was finally feeling.

She moaned out as Cam continued his gentle movement, softly licking her. “Faster, Cam. Please.”

He looked up and met her eyes as his tongue moved at a quicker pace over her clit, picking up speed with his fingers. “You like that, Libby?” he asked before returning his mouth to her sex, slipping another finger inside of her.

All of a sudden, it became too much for her to handle. Her body began to tighten around Cam’s fingers. She was torn at that moment. She wanted her release, but she didn’t want to
not
feel anymore.

He felt her clench around him. She was almost there. He knew it. She was feeling it and that’s all he wanted. “Come on, Libby. Feel it.” He thrust his fingers even faster inside her, sucking on her clit.

She screamed out in pleasure as she came apart underneath his tongue, the waves of gratification overtaking her entire core, her vision blurry from the intense sensation. When the last of the aftershocks subsided, she reached down and grabbed Cam’s face, bringing it to hers. She kissed him deeply, tasting her juices on his lips.

“Cam,” she said quietly. “I need you inside me.” She pressed her lips on his, running her hands down his back, savoring the feeling of his muscles through his shirt.

He groaned before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a foil packet. He quickly lowered his pants and removed his shirt, his eyes locked on Olivia’s. “Are you sure, Libby?” he asked when he returned to the couch, staring down at her beautiful naked body.

She nodded fervently, reaching up for his arm and pulling his body down on top of hers. “I need it, Cam. Please.”

He leaned back and quickly tore open the condom packet, sliding it on. Propping himself on one arm and positioning himself at Olivia’s opening, he leaned down and kissed her gently. “I’ve been waiting for this since I first set eyes on you, Libby,” he breathed against her lips as he slowly slid into her, filling her with his arousal. He didn’t fill her like Alexander did, but it was still an incredible sensation.

“You okay?” Cam asked as he steadily moved back and forth inside of her, stretching her to match his size.

Olivia nodded her head. “Yes, Cam. Don’t stop,” she begged as he picked up his pace. She began thrusting with him, meeting the tempo he set, desperate to find her release again, but she had a feeling it wasn’t going to happen. The electricity wasn’t there. Not like it was with Alexander.

“You feel that, Libby?” he grunted as his pace quickened.

“Yes, Cam. Yes,” she exclaimed loudly.

“God, you feel amazing,” he said against her neck, gently tracing lines up to her earlobe. “Libby, what are you doing to me?” He looked down at the woman lying naked below him, moving with his rhythm.

His words flooded Olivia with guilt.
What am I doing to him?
she thought. She knew she was using him. It was clear Cam had real feelings for her. Maybe she could have feelings for him, too. She gazed into his eyes, hoping to feel something for him. But it never came. Not wanting to stare into his eyes, she pulled his face to hers and kissed him, running her hands up and down his chiseled back.

His tempo increased and he grunted against her neck. Olivia knew he was close. She could feel it in the way he thrust into her. She dug her nails into his back, setting him off.

“Oh, Libby!” he quivered, his body shaking on top of her as he shuddered, finding his release and pumping into her a few last times. He collapsed on top of her, totally spent, as she gently caressed his sweat-drenched hair, both their breathing still ragged.

After lying there for several long moments, Cam slowly got up, withdrawing from her. He removed the condom and pulled on his boxer shorts, sitting back down next to her. She leaned up and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. “Thank you, Cam.”

“What are you thanking me for?” he asked, running his hand up and down her arm, savoring the soft flesh.

“For making me feel again. I needed that.”

Cam smiled. “Well, anytime you need to feel, I’m more than happy to help. Damn, Libby,” he exhaled, running his hands through his hair. “That was fucking intense.”
 

Olivia smiled, his compliment sending sparks through her body. Not fireworks, but it was still better than nothing.

“I hate to do this, but I should probably get back to my place. I do need to work tomorrow.” He stood up, grabbing his shirt and pants.

Olivia grabbed her underwear and put them on. “Wait, Cam. Stay. Please. I don’t know if I can bear being alone tonight.”

Cam's heart sank as he stared into her big brown eyes. The sadness was overwhelming. He sighed, wondering what made her seem so broken. “Okay. Anything for you, beautiful.” He winked and grabbed her hand. “Bedroom is upstairs, I assume?” Olivia nodded and followed him up the stairs.

That night, for the first time in over a month, she fell asleep with a man’s arms around her and it felt good.

Until those haunting green eyes invaded her dreams again.

“J
ESUS
, L
IBBY
,
WAKE
UP
!” Cam shouted, shaking her.

Her eyes flung open, taking in her surroundings. It was warm, and there was something else in her bed. Cam.
He’s still here
, she thought.

“Fuck, Libby. What’s going on with you?” he asked, flipping her around so she faced him. Olivia searched his silver eyes that were awash with concern and compassion. Reaching out, he wiped her tear-stained eyes with his thumb, gently brushing his lips against her forehead. “You’re worrying me,” he whispered.

Olivia bolted from the bed, grabbed a t-shirt, and threw it on. “I’m fine, Cam,” she spat out viciously. “I don’t want you to worry about me. I don’t want anyone worrying about me. Just let it go, okay?”

She scurried down the stairs, trying to forget her dream. The boy with the green eyes continued haunting her dreams, and he kept morphing into Alexander.

“Libby, wait!” Cam cried, running down the stairs and into the kitchen. He watched as Olivia opened a semi-full bottle of whiskey and drank straight from it. “What are you doing?”

She took a breath before throwing the bottle back, drinking more. “What does it look like?! This is the only thing that takes those fucking dreams away, Cam!” she cried out, her hands shaking. “How the fuck would you feel if, every night, you watch your parents die?! EVERY! FUCKING! NIGHT!” Her cries became more and more desperate with each breath. “And then you see the person who saved you and you don’t know who the fuck it is, but you know that you should! I don’t know how much longer I can do this,” she moaned, sinking down to the kitchen floor, clutching the bottle in her hand as if her life depended on it.

Cam lowered himself to the ground and sat next to her. He leaned against the cabinets and watched with sympathy as she threw back the bottle once more, taking another long drag. He said quietly, “You know, there are pills that you can try if you don’t want those dreams anymore.”

She shook her head vehemently, her sobs heavy. “No. I’m not going to use chemicals. My doctor already gave me valium, which I refuse to take, to help with the panic attacks.”

He raised his eyebrows. “So, then, what’s the deal with that whiskey bottle you’re holding?”

“Fuck you,” she spat out, glaring at him.

Cam sighed, placing his arm around her shoulders, trying to comfort her. “Sorry, Libby. I just hate to see you upset. Tell me what I can do and I’ll do it.”

Olivia took another swig of the bottle. “Nothing, Cam. There is nothing you can do. There is nothing anyone can do. This is my fucking life. I destroy people so you should stay far away from me because I’ll just destroy you, too.” She stood up and threw the now empty whiskey bottle into the garbage before walking over to the window, staring out into the dark ocean. She noticed a black SUV parked a few hundred yards down the sandy road. Her heart fell as she stumbled over to the couch, falling flat on her stomach. She was emotionally drained. She wanted to shut it all off. Why did
he
have to come to her island and find her?

“Easy, Libby.” Cam scurried off the kitchen floor and into the living room, kneeling down next to the couch.
 

“I’m broken, Cam,” Olivia slurred, turning her head to look at him. “I’m broken and he keeps popping up. I can’t make it fucking stop.”

He pulled back slightly. “What are you talking about, Libby? Who are you running from? Did somebody hurt you?” The worry in his voice mirrored the unsettled look now etched across his face. He had dealt with many victims of domestic violence in the past. He wondered if that was what made Olivia leave her home and come here, trying to escape an abusive relationship.

Olivia sighed. “Nobody hurt me,” she murmured. “Although I probably deserve it. I’m the one who did the hurting. I ruin things, Cam. I ruin everything. I
ruined
everything.”

He brushed away the brown tendrils of hair that had fallen into her eyes, caressing the scar on her forehead. He wondered where that had come from. “I don’t know what you’re talking about right now, Libby, but I want to know. I want to help you.”

Olivia eyed him suspiciously.

He chuckled. “Not as a therapist. As a friend.”

Wiping her eyes, she turned her head and looked into Cam's eyes, wishing they were green. “I could really use a friend right now. I hate feeling so alone.”

“I promise you. I’ll never let you feel alone again. Okay, Libby? You can trust me.”