Ten Year Crush (23 page)

I arrive to class fifteen minutes early and take my normal seat in the middle of the room. I sit, leg bouncing, palms sweating, and watching the door like a hawk. Face after face enters the room and still no Brandon.
Where is he?

My attention is drawn from the door to a nearby conversation. “Did you hear about the party that was busted up by the cops Saturday night?” A girl behind me asks.

“Yeah, I heard they caught a couple of guys that had a bunch of pills and were selling them.” The other girl replied.

The first girl continues with her story. “One of my friends was there and was telling me about it. Two guys got into a fight over a deal out in the parking lot and a neighbor called the cops. They showed up. Busted up the party and arrested like ten people, but most of it was for underage drinking. I think one of the guys that were busted selling is in this class. You know, the surfer looking guy with blond hair? His name is Brandon.”

My heart pounds and I send up a silent prayer.
Please, Lord, let him be out of my life, so Cam and I can move on without all of this baggage.
I’m sick of the fear of what he’ll do next.

I yank out my phone and look up the local jail. I type Brandon’s name in the search field and his mug shot pops up. It has a list of charges and I have no clue what they mean.
Holy shit. I wonder what’s going to happen to him. Ha! Serves the asshole right! Karma is a bitch after all.

I have to tell Cam about this. I open a new text and send him a message.

ME
:
BRANDON IS IN JAIL!!! HE GOT BUSTED!!

My phone buzzes in my hand before I even have a chance to put it back up.

CAM
:
HOW’D U FIND THAT OUT?

ME
:
GIRLS TALKIN IN CLASS. I LOOKED IT UP TELL U BOUT IT LATER. ILY XOXO

CAM: CALL WHEN U GET OUT OF CLASS ILY 2 XOXOXO

I can’t keep the smile off my face all through class. I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders and chest. Maybe I can truly be happy now and I won’t have to worry about Brandon messing something else up. I don’t know a whole lot, but I’m pretty sure that one of two things will happen. Either Brandon will be kicked out of school or his parents are going to be so pissed they’ll pull him from school and drag him back home. Cam and I can move on with our lives and finally put the past where it needs to be.

Once class is finished and I’m sitting in my car, I pull the local jail website back up and find their number. I tap it with my finger to pull the number up in my dialer and tap the green phone icon to send the call. I have no clue what those charges are, but I know they can tell me.

A gruff voice answers on the other end, “Madison County Detention Center.”

“Yes, um you all have a Brandon Andrews. I saw his charges online, but I was wondering if you could tell me what they are. I don’t understand the codes and abbreviations.” I chew on my thumb and wait for his reply.

He starts spilling out charges that I still don’t understand.

“What does that mean? I’m sorry. I’ve had trouble with this guy and I just want to know if he’s going to be in there for a while.”

He huffs, out a breath. “He was caught with a bunch of pills and a large amount of cash in small denominations, and drug paraphernalia. And he’s set to go before the judge sometime today. Anything else I can help you with?”

Yeah, he doesn’t really sound like he wants to help me out. I want to ask about a bond, but I won’t push my luck. “No, that’s it. Thank you so
—
” Click. The line goes dead. I can’t blame him though, can’t even imagine what all they deal with every day in there.

I bring up Cam’s number and hit dial.

“Hey, baby.” His voice pours through the phone and soaks deep into my bones, relaxing me even further. “So, what’s this stuff with Brandon?”

“So, I was sitting in class waiting for Brandon so I can
—
” Shit!

“Gabby, swear to God. I will bend you over my knee and bust your ass. You stay the hell away from him!” He accentuates the last few words.

I cringe at his growled out words, but at the same time, sparks of lust start to ignite in my blood. Mmm, Cam spanking me.

“Do you understand? What the hell were you thinking?” He shouts into the phone.

Cold water dumped on my libido. Dammit. I have got to start filtering my thoughts.

“I was thinking I wanted to keep you out of jail and from getting a record. I was smart about it and was going to stay in the classroom. But none of that matters, because he is facing some serious drug charges.”

“What are they?”

I tell him everything the guy over at the jail told me. “So, we’re celebrating tonight!” Nothing is in our way now. I can be happy without looking over my shoulder.

“Okay, baby. I’ll pick you up at five.”

“See ya then. Love you.”

“Love ya too.”

Chapter Thirty

*Cam*

After work I’m rushing around trying to get everything I need for tonight. I’m mad as hell that Gabby was going to put herself at risk, but I know that she’s worried about me getting in trouble. Now we won’t have to worry about that sorry sack of shit. I’m going to spoil my girl tonight; show her just how romantic I can be.

When I got off the phone with Gabby, I was running through ideas of where I could take her, but was coming up short. And, then it hit me. We’ve both always had a love for the creek, spending summers playing in the water. And the mud fights, I can’t count how many we had. Most of our weekends were spent down there. So, I came up with the idea of a picnic.

Now I’m wondering if I’m going to have enough time to go home and shower after stopping at three different places to get everything I need. Who knew this romantic stuff was so much work? It’ll be worth it in the end. Seeing that smile, my girl’s smile, spread across her face. Priceless.

I’m grateful for Kentucky’s crazy weather today. You never know what the weather in Fall is going to be like here. So, I’m counting my lucky stars that we have a beautiful November day.

I pull up to the house I share with Josh. I don’t call it home anymore, because it isn’t. Home is where Gabby is. He isn’t here, so I rush inside and start stripping my clothes off as I go. Glancing at the clock, I only have twenty minutes to shower, dress, and get to her by five.

Ten minutes later I’m showered, dressed, grabbing a throw off the couch, and rushing out the door. Hopefully Gabby listened to my instructions for dressing casual and warm. Even though it isn’t cold now, it’ll be cooler down by the water. I look down at my simple black button up, blue jeans, and boots. I shrug. Good enough.

Five o’clock on the dot, I pull up to the townhouse. I reach over to the passenger seat and grab the flowers I picked up earlier.

We skipped the whole actual dating part of our relationship. It seemed silly since we’ve been in each other’s lives for so long, but I want tonight to be just that. So, I knock on the door and wait, instead of just barging in like I normally do.

Gabby flings the door open, eyebrows pinched together, and I can see the question in her eyes.

“I’m here to pick up my hot date, but I think I’d rather take you instead.” I grin, putting my dimple on full display.

She crosses her arms over her chest and pops her leg and hip out. “Oh yeah? And who says I’d want to go with you?” Her lips twitch with the smile I know she’s desperately trying to suppress.

“Who can say no to this?” I run my hand that isn’t holding the flowers up and down my chest. “Dark hair, blue eyes, dimple, and muscles for days. I’ve been called a god a time or two… Oh, and I have flowers.” I pass the flowers to her.

Burying her face in them, her shoulders rise with her inhale.

“You’re right. Who can say no to wildflowers?”

Smart ass. I grin and then sober. “You look beautiful.” And she does Her hair is lying flat against her shoulders, no trace of makeup, and she’s wearing a simple brown sweater, a pair of skinny jeans, and those boots that all the girls wear with the fur on the inside. She is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And the feeling of being able to admit that freely is just as amazing. My heart and chest swell with more love than I thought was possible.

“You’re quite handsome too. Let me put these in some water and I’m ready.” She leaves the door open and heads into the kitchen.

I follow after her. Stopping in the kitchen doorway, I lean against the doorframe and tuck my hands in my pockets. Watching her ass shamelessly, how can I not?

“Where are we going by the way?” She glances at me over her shoulder as she fills a vase with water.

“It’s a surprise; you’ll just have to wait and see.” I wink at her.

When she’s finished with the flowers she turns, crossing her arms and juts her bottom lip out. So cute.

I cross the floor to her, lean down, and kiss her pouty lips. “Come on and I’ll show you.” I untuck her arms from under her breasts and grab her hand, pulling her out of the kitchen, through the living room, and out the front door. Her pouting makes me want to strip her and take her right there on the counter. That’s all we need is for Tiffany to walk in on us. Again.

“My purse.”

“Don’t need it. Let’s go.” I bend down and push my shoulder into her stomach, standing with her draped over me. I loop my arm over her thighs and take off at a sprint. Gabby bouncing, screaming, and swatting at my ass.

“Put me down, you fool. I can walk.”

“Hush. The neighbors will think I’m kidnapping you.” I smack her left cheek.

She stops all movement and moans.

I shake my head and chuckle. God, I’m one lucky son of a bitch.

“If you’re good, maybe I’ll give you more of those.”

“Promise?” Comes her breathy reply.

Images of Gabby on all fours, her ass red with my hand print flashes in my mind. I start to turn on my heels when I remember what we were doing in the first place.

The ride to the creek is filled with us each telling the other about their day. Who knew it would be so fulfilling to hear what she did every day, but it’s something I’ve come to look forward to. Every day after work we sit curled up and talk.
Pussy.
Yup, and wouldn’t have it any other way. A smile spreads across my face.

“Are we going to the creek?” Her voice is high-pitched with excitement.

“Maybe.” I grin over at her.

I turn down the old gravel road that leads the way down a hill and into the creek bed.

“It’s been forever since I’ve been down here.”

“Me too.”

“What are we going to do here?” She looks around the outside of the truck.

Most of the trees are bare. The leaves that fell are now on the ground, brown and losing their vibrant colors as the time passes.

I park the truck on the bank, jump out, open the back down, and start gathering stuff in my arms. A gasp pulls me from the task. Gabby’s hand is over her mouth and her eyes are filling with tears. “You...you’re…” Her voice shakes with her unshed tears. “Did you plan a picnic out here?”

“Yeah, baby. I did. Do you like?”

“Oh, Cam, I love it. I love you.”

All of the hard work and rushing paid off. Gabby and that smile of hers has become the center of my world.

Before I know what’s happening Gabby is over the seat, arms around my neck, and slamming her mouth down on mine. I moan and my cock hardens at the feel of her lips and body against mine. Dropping the blanket and food into the floorboard, I wrap my arms around her. I pull back and look into her eyes. “I love you too, Thumper.”

“You know, I always secretly loved that name?”

I pull her out of the truck and set her on her feet. “You did?” I pick the stuff back up and close the door. Reaching for her hand, I lead her over to an opening right by the creek, but far enough back that we won’t get wet.

“Yeah, it was something you came up with on your own, and it was just that. Yours.” A light pink colors her cheeks.

She never ceases to amaze me. I brush my lips across hers. Soft, plump, and tastes like cherry. “My Thumper,” I whisper.

I set the food down and lay the blanket out. I sit down and pull her between my legs. Pulling out the sandwiches and strawberries from of the bag, I lay them beside us. Grabbing a beer, I unscrew the top and pass it to her, doing the same with another for me.

We eat in a comfortable silence, listening to the water rush down the creek. When we finish I put the wrappers from our subs back into the bag. Gabby turns in my lap, throwing her legs over one of mine so her side is pressed against my chest. I wrap one arm around her back and reach for a strawberry with my other.

Pressing it to her mouth she opens up and bites down, moaning out in pleasure.

My cock hardens.

When she finishes chewing, I lean down and run my tongue along her lips. The taste of strawberries mixed with Gabby is a heady combination and has my brain fogging up.