Ruining Mr. Perfect (The McCauley Brothers) (11 page)

He reached around her and blindly grabbed another. But this time, as he fed it to her, she grabbed his hand and nipped his fingers. She held his hand by her mouth and finished the candy. Then she sucked his index finger, and his dick immediately responded.

“You had some chocolate there,” she said with a throaty chuckle. “Oh wait, there’s more.”

She squirmed over his lap, putting more pressure on his obvious arousal while she sucked his finger with a skill that demanded to be proven. Maybe they’d get to a blow job this time.

When she let his finger go, he leaned his head back on the couch and tried to calm down. Not easy with her still riding him. After a few deep breaths, he removed her sweater and bra without waiting to ask. He cupped her breasts and sighed. “Good try, mistress. But I’m not ready to come yet.”

“Too bad.” She pouted, then smiled at him. “Because you feel more than ready.”

“Yeah? That’s true. But I know what will help slow me down.” He brought her forward, engulfing one nipple in his mouth. As she whispered his name and clutched his head, he tormented her nipple with hard suction that made it difficult to think. Each draw on the tight bud had her rocking over his dick, and he was perilously close to forgetting himself and fucking her.

He pulled back and watched her as he unsnapped her jeans. He slid the zipper down, and she helped by kneeling up to give him better access. He slid his fingers inside her panties to the wet heat between her folds. Then he sucked her other nipple and stroked her, loving her keening for more.

He looked up to watch her riding him, lost in the beauty of her pleasure. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth slick from his kisses, her lips parted on breathy moans. Her loose hair flowed like spun gold over her shoulders.

“I love your breasts,” he murmured and licked her nipple again. “So full, just perfect for my mouth.” He nipped one, then the other, while she surged against his hand. He felt a burst of moisture against the inside of his jeans and knew he neared his own end, but only perseverance and the need to see her come first kept him from exploding.

“Cam, yes. Oh yeah. So good,” she moaned, clutching his head while she ground against him. He put another finger inside her and rubbed hard against her clit.

He wanted to suck her, to lick that sweet cream between her legs. Like an aphrodisiac, her scent and taste went straight to his head. But to leave her breasts meant denying her this pleasure. Next time… Because no way in hell would he let her leave without coming inside her at least once. Where they both belonged.
Together.

“I’m coming, Cam. So close, oh God.”

He let go of her breast and she kissed him with a ferocity that satisfied on so many levels. Then she tightened around his fingers and moaned into his mouth, clenching him as her climax rushed through her.

He ended the kiss to watch her face flush and her nipples swell. Her breath washed over him, the sweet scent of chocolate and sex making him hungry for more. For everything she’d give him.

Through it all, his cock ached, his balls needing the release only she could provide. He wanted to feel her surround him, as intimate as two lovers could be.

After a few moments, she calmed, and he kissed her again, this time gentling her.

But she would have none of it. “No.” She nipped his lower lip, and he couldn’t help himself from surging up against her. “You’re so sexy. I love when you’re hard, so thick against me.”

She lifted herself from his lap and stripped down to nothing.

“You are so beautiful.” He was panting like a freaking dog, but he couldn’t look away. That flushed creamy skin, high breasts, and her face. He never wanted tonight to end.

“Take off your shirt.”

He’d never unbuttoned his clothing so fast before. He tossed it aside, and the white T-shirt he’d worn under it too. When he went for the button of his jeans, she stopped him.

“No. That’s my job.”

His heart raced so hard he feared stroking out. Then Vanessa was there, kneeling between his legs. Naked, wet, and wearing a devious grin.

“Oh shit. You’re going to torture me, aren’t you?” He couldn’t wait. Vanessa seemed to drop all her barriers. He saw her open, honest, and not afraid to take what pleased her.

“But of course.” She unbuttoned his fly one excruciatingly slow button at a time. When she had his jeans parted,
finally
, she reached in and found him commando. “Oh, Cam. Now this I really like. You’re thick, aren’t you?”

He groaned and dropped his head back again, feeling her fingers dragging him free of his parted jeans.

“Scoot up some.”

He did and let her tug his denim down to his upper thighs, baring his cock and balls for her pleasure.

“Yes, this I
really
like.” She lowered her head, breathed over his tip, and licked him.

“
Fuck
me.
Vanessa,” he groaned. “I want to, but I won’t last. It’s been too long.” He swore when she licked him from root to tip. “Shit. I’m really full. Sit on me.”

“Nope. Not this time.” She smiled up at him, and his heart broke wide open. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Cam.” Then she lowered her head and enveloped him.

All of him, to the back of her throat.

Vanessa had never felt so desirable or wicked in her entire life. Cam’s moans and gasps empowered her, and she took joy in giving him such pleasure. Normally the intimacy of such an act, her lips and a man’s cock, put her off. Very few men had earned such trust. But Cameron? She wanted to give him back everything he’d given her.

“Vanessa. Oh please.” He arched, surging deeper into her mouth.

She’d never had any complaints before, but her skills with oral sex hadn’t been practiced all that much. Vanessa was a firm believer in working hard to achieve the preferred results.

Though from Cam’s reactions, she’d aced this particular exam.

Smiling around his shaft, she bobbed up and down, slowly, drawing out his enjoyment—or torture, as Cam liked to call it. He made the most amazing sounds during sex. Unlike the few adult videos she’d watched, which had never done much to arouse her lust, Cam’s sensual delight carried through to her, hitting her right between her legs.

She’d just come, but she wanted to feel him there again. After this, a gift he’d more than earned. Despite his teasing last week, they hadn’t quite progressed to her “fellating him.”

“Gonna come. So hard,” he moaned and put a hand to the back of her head. Not shoving her down to gag on him, but holding her while he jerked his hips. “Suck me, baby. Yeah, wrap those lips so tight.
Fuck.
”

When he swore, she knew he’d lost his control. Such a turn-on, to get a man with such discipline lost to all but Vanessa’s will. She put a hand between his legs to rub his balls and sucked harder, and he cried her name as he poured into her.

Cam tasted like soap and man. Clean and musky. Nothing about him turned her off. And his orgasm revved her to get him going again, just as soon as he could.

He kept his hand on her head and shuddered, then pleaded with her to suck him dry.

After a few moments, he shivered and she eased back, licking her lips as she rose to see him watching her.

His half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks made him look like a well-pleasured god. All that glowing muscle… Not a spare roll or flap of skin anywhere. Taut, solid, strong. And all hers.

She liked knowing he belonged to her. Maybe a little too much. Because that growing affection she’d felt started to blossom into something more. Especially when he smiled at her, his gaze approving, warm, and much desired.

“Mmm. Come here.” He patted his thigh, and she straddled him again, accepting his hugs and kisses. “God, Vanessa. You make me lose my mind. I swear, at this moment, I wish I smoked. I think I could really go for a cigarette.”

“Me too.” She kissed his cheeks, his nose, his chin. “I think this might be my favorite Valentine’s Day ever.”

“Oh yeah. For sure.” He stroked her back, and she pulled away enough to see him watching her.

“What?”

He looked somewhat tense. “So was it as good for you as it was for me?”

“I doubt it. You pretty much screamed so loud they heard you in Canada.”

He chuckled and relaxed. “Yeah, but your sigh was so heartfelt and deep. Heaven shook at the rush of pleasure
I
delivered.”

“Poetic. Not bad. You might give Abby a run for her money…with that purple prose.” She sneered at him and laughed when he frowned.

“You know, that’s mean. I don’t know if you deserve round two or not.”

She straightened and stopped laughing. “Round two?”

“Nope.” Cam’s eyes laughed as he tried to hide his smile. “I don’t think you look sincere enough. And just think. I was saving my next big, thick erection for your sweet little pussy.”

“Cam.” She flushed. For all that they engaged in sex, the dirty words made her tingly and felt weird. Because she really liked them.

“Aha! A vulnerability.” He laughed. “Perfect. Something I can use to weaken your resistance. Dirty talk.”

“Oh, was I resisting earlier? Before or
after
the blow job?”

“Silence, woman.” He slapped her ass, not hard, but enough to get her attention. “Now, when you’re properly repentant, I’ll let you witness my glorious ceiling from the confines of my bed.”

“Joy.” She snorted, trying hard not to laugh at his antics.

“Sure, it sounds like some boring missionary work, but I’m sure I can work the kinks out of the tedium sure to set in.”

Two hours later and working on her third orgasm of the night, Vanessa moaned his name and wrapped her ankles tighter around his waist as Cameron pounded into her. He kept hitting that spot deep inside her that sent her synapses firing up her pleasure center without cease.

She cried out, lost to any sense of circumspection, while he groaned and grunted, muttering things that would have turned her scarlet had he said them anywhere but in bed. Instead, he turned her into a writhing woman desperate and greedy for another orgasm.

“Yes, yes,” she screamed and came as he ground against her, his cock so hard she felt him all the way to her womb.

He rode her through her orgasm and into his own, stopping only to shout her name and spend inside her.

When she’d finally stopped seeing stars, he withdrew and left. He returned to clean her up, because, as he liked to say, he’d left a fine mess inside her.

“Oh yeah. You look good like that, your legs spread wide,” Cameron teased as he finished wiping between her legs, the gesture curiously intimate considering he’d just been joined inside her right there. Then he did the strangest thing. He leaned down and kissed her, a soft peck right between her legs. He straightened and did the same to her cheek. “I hate to add to your already healthy-sized ego, but you are one gorgeous woman.”

He left her again, missing her blush. Men told her she was pretty all the time. But Cameron complimenting her made her feel the pretty all the way to her toes.

She dragged the covers over her body so that when he returned, he found her bundled under the comforter.

“Move over, slick.” He joined her, his feet cold. Then the bozo had the nerve to put his feet on her legs.

“Cut it out. Oh!”

He chuckled and pulled her against him, so they lay on their sides, chest to chest.

She tucked her face into the curve of his neck and smiled against him. “Bully.”

“Takes one to know one,” he said in a laughing voice. “God, Vanessa. You make me feel so good. Thank you.”

The simple thanks touched her deeply. “You’re welcome.”

He chuckled. “Now you’re supposed to thank me for having such skills. I mean, come on. My tongue is golden.”

“Hmm. True. But you’re a bit cocky for my taste. We’ll have to work that out of you…next time.”

“Yes, mistress,” he said, as if trying to sound meekly obedient.

“Goof.” She tugged his chest hair, and he winced. “How about this? Thank you, Cameron, for making this a wonderful Valentine’s Day. I’m normally not a big fan of Cupid, in any form.”

“Yeah.” He sighed and hugged her tight. “This might not come out right. I should be more romantic and less competitive, but somehow I can’t help thinking that our Valentine’s Day seriously kicked my brothers’ collective asses. I mean, you and me? Dinner, wine, chocolates? And the sex wasn’t half bad.”

They laughed softly together, kissing and cuddling.

Vanessa Ann Campbell willingly cuddled with a man, lingering in the intimacy after sex.

God, she was really losing it. Worse, she couldn’t seem to make herself care.

***

Mike finished a terrific meal with his mother, having enjoyed himself more than he’d expected he would. His mother looked beautiful, and despite the sadness he’d occasionally glimpsed in her eyes, she seemed to be having a great time. They talked about Colin, his brothers, and even the newly developing relationship Cam seemed to have going on with Vanessa. Best of all, she didn’t mention him dating once. Thank God.

After they left the restaurant and took in an overly sentimental chick flick together—only for his mother—he drove them back to her house. “You sure you don’t want to stay with us tonight?”

She laughed. “I’m not sick. I’m not scared. And I’m not lonely. You have work and Colin has school tomorrow. I’ll be fine here. Without your father messing up the house, it’s actually quite nice to have my evenings to myself.”

Having a six-year-old constantly underfoot, he understood the need for one’s own space.

“Your call.” He shrugged. “But thanks for going with me tonight, Mom. It was fun.” He meant it.

“Did you really like the movie?” she asked.

“I hadn’t thought I’d like it, but I was pleasantly surprised.”

She laughed at him as they exited the truck and walked to the door. “The look on your face was priceless when you let me decide on the picture. What a good son you are to take poor old Mom to a movie about rival doctors in love.” She smiled. “I wasn’t looking forward to tonight. I…” she drifted off as they approached the porch. A single white rose and a box of candy lay before the door.

Mike stifled a smile. His father was acting like an ass, but he hadn’t forgotten today’s significance.
Good
one, Dad.

His mother didn’t say anything when she stooped to pick up her presents.

“Nice.” Mike waited, but still she said nothing. So he wasn’t prepared for her to toss the flower at him.

“Give that to Vanessa from me when you get home. But screw him. I’m keeping the candy.” Then she gave him a peck on the cheek, unlocked the door, and slammed it shut behind her.

He left, knowing his parents had a lot of work to do before things got back to normal. If they ever did. Mulling over failed love on the way home, he frowned to see an unfamiliar car sitting in his driveway. He parked next to it and got out, locking the truck before walking to the porch. Tugging at his stupid bow tie, he opened the front door to see Colin sleeping snugly next to…Delilah Webster? Glancing around for Cam and Vanessa, he was nonplussed when the woman held a finger to her lips to shush him. In his own house.

He frowned at her as he crossed to the couch and bent to lift Colin in his arms. He carried the boy off to bed, tucking him in with a kiss. Eleven o’clock and the tiny tyrant had been sleeping in his pajamas on the couch next to a virtual stranger. Well, sure, Mike had bowled with the woman. Didn’t mean he knew anything more about her than that she’d once changed Abby’s tire and had thrown a decent game.

He returned to see Del turning off the TV and straightening up. He couldn’t have said why, but something about her put his back up. She looked mean, sexy. Disturbing. The tats and piercings didn’t put him off, though they should have. She wasn’t his type at all. Mike liked soft, rounded women. Not muscular types who wore steel-toed boots and looked as if they could kick his ass. Yet her pale gray eyes, in contrast with that yellow hair in various shades and streaked with brown, mesmerized him. The one time he’d seen her, she’d seemed to wear a fuck-you attitude while daring him to get closer.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, uncomfortably aware of how ungrateful he sounded. He cleared his throat and tried again. “I mean, I left Colin with Cam and Vanessa.”

“Yeah, well, Romeo needed to romance his lady away from the kid.” She shrugged. “Abby asked me to fill in, and since I’m a sucker for a happy ending, I said yes.”

“Abby?” What the hell did she have to do with this?

“You know, the short one who looks shy but then won’t shut up once she starts talking? The one with the book club I’m now forced to attend?” She grinned, giving lie to the idea she did anything she didn’t want to.

He started to respond when he saw a multitude of candy wrappers on the couch, cans of soda and chocolate Kisses scattered across the coffee table, and a large pizza box on the dining room table. “What the hell is all that?”

“My people call it food. What do yours call it?”

“Well,
smart-ass
, I call it unnecessary sugar that my kid shouldn’t have and a mess.” He stepped closer, feeling the need to take her down a peg. Not that he’d do anything to scare her. She had watched Colin, after all. But her aggressive approach needed a definite adjustment.

Except Delilah Webster didn’t back away. The fool woman stepped closer and poked him in the chest. “Look, 007, me and the kid had a great time tonight. He didn’t give me any shit, and he didn’t pull any stunts. So credit me with some intelligence. I know how to handle a six-year-old.”

“Oh? Have a lot of them working at the garage with you, do you?”
007, my ass.
He hated that fucking bow tie. Only for his mother had he put the thing on. “Look. I get that you somehow think I owe you for watching him, but—”

“You don’t owe me shit. I did a favor for Abby. Plain and simple.”

“—
the
fact
is
,” he continued, “I’m the boy’s father. If I say he should eat green food, get to bed
on
time
, and brush his teeth, then that’s my prerogative, isn’t it?”

“Too bad about the stick up your ass. Doesn’t go too well with the penguin suit.” She poked him again.

He noticed the ring of darker gray around her ice-gray irises. Wolf eyes. She sure the hell seemed like she wanted to gobble him up and spit him out.

Unable to stop himself, he leaned close enough to feel her soft breath over his lips and growled, “Well, now, princess. You don’t like what I’m saying, feel free to let the door hit you on the ass on your way out.”
On
your
fine
ass
, he thought but didn’t say. He hated himself for even thinking about her like that when she was so annoyingly attractive—
annoying. Just annoying.

Her glance wavered from his eyes to his mouth, and the small moment lingered in his brain and went straight to his cock. For half a heartbeat he thought she might bridge the distance between them and kiss him.

“Whatever.” She stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest. “So I watched your kid. You’re welcome, by the way. Dickhead.”

Aroused, frustrated, and angry about all of it, he removed his wallet from his back pocket. “What do I owe you for the babysitting?”