Ten Year Crush (13 page)

I lean back against the shower wall and pump my cock faster, cupping my balls in my other hand.

I remember Gabby panting and breathless in my arms. Her soft moans, as I ground my dick into her. I throw my head back and groan as I shoot my load all over the shower wall.

I hang my head between my arms, trying to catch my breath. That night has gotten me off every night this week. I should feel bad. She’s my best friend’s little sister and she has a boyfriend. But, I don’t. Gabby will be mine one day. And that day is coming soon.

All cleaned up, I jump out and dry off. I throw on some ball shorts and head back to the kitchen. Gabby is bent over the tub pouring juice in, and I start to harden again.
It’s going to be a long weekend.

Chapter Fifteen

*Gabby*

It takes a little over two hours to make the hooch and I’m beyond ready for bed. “I’m going to go take a shower.” I finish wiping off the kitchen table and turn to Josh. “Where are we sleeping?” They have a three-bedroom house, but the spare is their home office.

Josh grabs Tiff in a headlock. “You can sleep with me. I know how scared of the dark you are.” He ruffles her hair, and then throws a wink my way.

“In your dreams, stud.” Tiff shoves Josh away from her and stands up. “I need a shower, too; I’m a sticky mess.” She walks out of the kitchen.

“At least you know I’m a stud!” Josh yells and follows her out.

Thank god, there are two showers. I would fight Tiff over it right now. I want to get clean and climb in bed.

“Y’all can have my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch,” Cam says as he finishes his beer.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I need to grab my charger and pillow, and then it’s all yours.”

“Okay, thanks.” I follow him out of the kitchen and can’t help but admire his back and his strong muscles without his shirt on. I see part of the tattoo he has on his ribs that comes around a little on his back. My mouth waters and heat blooms between my legs thinking about how it would taste and feel to trace each word in the script with my tongue. I wonder how many other girls have gotten to do that. It makes me sick to my stomach to think about how many women Cam’s been with. My chest aches and I rub it trying to dull the pain.
Stop it, Gabby. You shouldn’t be thinking like that, you have Brandon.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts and hear the shower running in the hall bathroom. I knock and poke my head in, “We’re sleeping in Cam’s room, so when you get done, come in there.”

“Okay. I have to grab my stuff out of Josh’s room when I’m done.”

I turn and pull the door shut and see Cam come out of Josh’s room carrying my bag.

“I grabbed yours. I didn’t know if Tiff was going to get dressed in there or what.” He hands me my bag and kisses my forehead.

Why does he have to keep doing nice things? First the drink, the bag, and now his lips on me. I can’t take it.

“Thanks.” I take my bag and head straight for Cam’s room, darting into the bathroom. “Night” I say right before I shut the door.

*Cam*

“Good night,” I say to the door. I hear the shower start and immediately start to harden thinking about Gabby naked in my shower, water running down her body. I imagine what it would be like to be in there with her, licking the water off her, cupping her breasts in my hands, kissing, and biting down her body.
I’ve gotta get out of here before I do something stupid.

I grab my charger and one of the four pillows from my king-size bed. Gabby will be in my bed in less than thirty minutes. What would it be like to lay her out on my bed? Take her slow, her below me, face flushed, breathless, and moaning my name. My semi-hard cock is now hard as a rock and throbbing.
Get your ass moving, Taylor. No going there. Tonight.

I stop at the hall closet, grab a blanket, and make my way to the couch. I’m really glad we decided to get the sectional now. My six foot two frame doesn’t fit well on a couch. I get comfortable and my mind goes directly to the thought of Gabby sprawled out on my bed, her hair all spread out on my pillow, in nothing but a t-shirt and panties.
How the hell am I going to get sleep, knowing she’s in there, in my bed?

Chapter Sixteen

*Gabby*

Lying in Cam’s bed, I’m surrounded by his woodsy scent. I can’t help but bury my head in his pillow and inhale. His room is all him, a huge king-size log bed, along with matching log dressers. He even has a couple countryside pictures hanging on his walls. And it’s the most comfortable bed I’ve ever laid in. Yet, I still can’t fall asleep.

Tiff was already in the bed, curled up, and snoring when I came out of the shower. And here I am, tossing and turning, wishing the ache between my legs would go away. I took a cold shower trying to ease it, but nothing worked. I just kept picturing Cam in the shower just hours before me. I can’t stop imagining what it would be like to take a shower with him, running my hands up and down his chest, covering him in suds and watching them roll down his chest, stomach, and over that thin line of dark hair.

I groan and scrub my hands down my face. I have to stop this, coming here to spend the weekend was a bad idea. All of the progress I made is now gone and I feel like I’m being pulled in even more.

Cam’s words play back in my head. “
I’m not sorry I kissed you, because that was the best kiss of my life. You mean the world to me, Thumper, and I’ve realized a lot of stuff in the past month.”

What does that even mean? What did he realize? I throw the covers off and sit up. I’m not going to be getting sleep any time soon. And I’d rather think while out on the porch, looking up at the stars, in the fresh air. I’ll get a glass of water and sit on the back deck.

I tip toe through the hall and the living room, into the kitchen, not wanting to wake anyone. I open the cabinet slowly, trying to keep the noise down, and then make my way over to the refrigerator to get the water. I press the glass in the hole on the lever and I cringe. Why is it when you’re trying to be quiet everything seems so much louder than it really is?

Glass of water in hand, I slowly open the sliding glass door leading out to the back patio. I love it back here. Sitting on the swing is my favorite spot, overlooking the hills of the countryside. I can faintly make out the lights of the city.

I startle when I hear the door slide open. I look up and I’m met with the same beautiful blue eyes that have always haunted my sleep.

“Couldn’t sleep either?”

I shake my head. “No, I think I’m too tired.” I lie. No way am I telling him that it was killing me being surrounded in his smell. Cam has always been hot to me, but standing out here in the moonlit night, in nothing but shorts, his arms crossed over his bare chest, and messy black hair… he’s beautiful. I turn my head and look up at the sky.

“Can we talk?”

I pull my eyes from the stars and look back up at the man of my dreams. This isn’t fair to Brandon. I’m not over Cam and don’t think I will be for a long time, if ever. I’m not ready for a relationship, not until I’m over Cam completely. Then, maybe I can try to move on. I can’t take the back and forth and the guilt. After this weekend, I need to sit down with Brandon and tell him I’m just not in the right place for a relationship right now.

Cam clears his throat and I remember he asked me a question.

“Sure.” I turn my head and take a drink of water, trying to wash away the knot in my throat. I sit the glass down on the banister and draw my legs up. I wrap my arms tight around them trying to stifle the thousands of fireflies dancing in my stomach.
What does he want to talk about?

“Hang on, let me grab a blanket, it’s too cold out here.”

I lay my head on my knees and look up at the stars. I could spend every night like this. There’s something so peaceful about looking up at the tiny balls of fire.

“Come on, guys, it’s so pretty tonight. Let’s grab some blankets and sleep under the stars tonight.”

“Seriously, Gabby? Again? You wake up in the morning baking and it’s uncomfortable as shit,” Josh whined.

“What about snakes? Or coyotes for that matter?” Tiff pouted.

“You’ll be fine. Please?” I put my hands together and made puppy dog eyes, begging Cam, Josh, and Tiff. “Come on, guys. It won’t be that bad. Plus, this could be our last summer like this. You two start college next year you won’t want to do this anymore.”

“I’m in.” Cam threw his arm around my shoulders hugging my neck.

“But…” Tiff still looked scared and unsure.

“Fine! You’ll be alright, Tiff. Me and Cam will put you all in the middle and sleep on the outside.”

“Thank you!” I jumped up and down, and then ran to grab the blankets.

That was the last time that I got to sleep curled up against Cam’s side.

“You still awake?”

I jump at Cam’s voice, not hearing the door open, lost in my memory.

“Yeah, just looking.”

“You’ve always loved star gazing. I remember all the nights you made us sleep on a blanket outside.” He chuckles. “Stand up for a sec. I’ll lay the blanket down so we can wrap up in it.”

If he only knew, that’s what I was just thinking about. Some of my best nights growing up were spent falling asleep under the stars with Cam’s arm around me, protecting me.

I hesitate. I’m not sure I can handle being wrapped up in a blanket with Cam.

“Come on, I won’t bite.” He motions for me to stand up and sticks his hand out.

I take it and stand, watching him spread the blanket down on the swing, noticing he put on a hoodie. If I’m going to be pressed up against him, I’m glad for the extra layer. Cam’s tempting enough, but bare chest, rippling muscles… wave candy in front of a kid, they’re going to take it. I’ve already tasted and need to stay as far from that as possible.

He sits and pats the seat beside him. I sit down and pull my legs back up wanting to keep them off the cold wood. I wrap the blanket around me and the scent hits me. I am right back in Cam’s bed.
This must have been what he was using on the couch.

He twists sideways and bends his leg, tucking his foot under his knee, and then brings the blanket around himself. “Better?” He smiles, flashing his dimple.

“Much warmer. Thank you.” I lay my head on my knees again, this time facing Cam.

“Let me get all of this out before you interrupt me, okay?”

I nod my head, unable to form words around the knot in my throat. What’s he going to say this time?

He continues. “First, I’m so sorry I hurt you. I was an idiot. I was afraid of hurting you and losing you all together. I did that anyway by pushing you away. You and Josh mean so much to me. Josh is the brother I never had and up until a few years ago you were my little sister.” He takes a deep breath as if he’s trying to collect his thoughts.

I chew on my bottom lip and think back to my birthday and the hurt I felt, hearing Cam tell me he would never be with me. I try to fight the tears, but one slips out, running down my cheek. Cam catches it with his finger.

“God, Gabby. I’m so fuckin’ sorry I hurt you. Seeing you cry. It kills me. I’d rather be punched in the balls. When I first started thinking of you, as more than a friend, it felt wrong. Like I was some sick freak. You’re my best friend’s baby sister.
My
baby sister. So, I was scared and I did the only thing I could think of. I denied all of those feelings. That is until you told me you were in love with me that night. I couldn’t let you think that I felt nothing, but at the same time I was too afraid to ruin what we did have.” He tucks a few strands of hair that came loose behind my ear. “I was wrong. Watching you with Brandon these last few months, I realized that no one would love you the way I do, and will. I tried everything to get you out of my mind. Drinking.” He pauses and I see his Adam’s apple bob. “Women. Nothing worked and I just felt like shit.”

My heart is racing, feeling as though it will burst from my chest at any point. Everything I’ve wanted to hear, he just laid it all out. He waits until I’m with someone. Is it because he can’t have me now? Why not two months ago when I poured my heart and soul out? “Why now, Cam? I don’t understand why you’re doing this to me. I’m with Brandon now.” I end on a sob.

Cam pulls me into his lap and I try to push away. I don’t want him to hold me. I don’t want to fall harder. Don’t want his love and comfort. But that’s a lie; it’s all I’ve ever wanted for the past ten years. I cry harder and bury my face in his chest.

He holds me tighter and strokes my hair. “Oh, baby, please don’t cry. I’m so sorry I hurt you.” He kisses away the tears on my cheeks. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Please give me the chance.” His mouth brushes the side of mine in a gentle kiss. “Having you in my arms, my lips on yours.” He rubs his hands up and down my back. “Everything finally clicked. Like I was where I was meant to be for the rest of my life.”

He pulls me back and bends down so he can look in my eyes. He takes his thumbs and wipes the tears from my face. “I love you so much, Thumper. I realize that now. There will never be another girl for me. Just you.”

My heart shatters from his words, the love shining in his eyes. He waits until I’m with someone else and dumps this in my lap. What about when I wanted it? I don’t know what to do. I don’t love Brandon, but I don’t want to hurt him. What am I supposed to do, just dump him and jump into a relationship with Cam? I know I need to end things with Brandon, but simply because it isn’t fair to him. I’m in love with someone else. No guy should have to come second when it comes to his girlfriend. But Cam just pisses me off. Why should I jump when he wants it? When he decides that he loves me and can do a relationship. To hell with that.