Ten Year Crush (24 page)

“Mmm. You and strawberries. I think it might be my new favorite.”

“You amaze me, Cam.” She runs her hand into my hair. “I never thought I could be this happy.”

“Ditto, baby.”

She pushes on my chest and I obey the silent command. I lay back on the blanket as she stands. She slips off her shoes and shimmies her tight jeans down her legs, revealing her short, tanned legs, and baby blue panties.

My dick throbs with the need to be inside her.

“What
—
” I cough trying to clear the knot in my throat. “What are you doing?”

“Just shut up, lay back, and enjoy.” A seductive grin spreads across her face.

“Fuck,” I groan and lay my head back. “What if someone comes?”

“Nobody is going to come. Besides, what did I say?” She raises her right brow.

Holy shit, bossy Gabby is fuckin’ hot. Shut up. Right. Got it.

She sits on my thighs and starts working my belt loose, undoing my button, and lowering my zipper. Slipping her fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs, she tugs and I lift my hips to help her out. She drags them down my legs and my erection springs free. Leaving my pants and boxers around my thighs, she leans forward, placing a kiss on the thin line of hair that starts on my stomach and leads down to my cock. A rumble starts in my chest at the feel of her hot breath and smooth lips on me. I grow harder when I thought it was impossible. I’m to the point of bursting.

Sliding up my body, Gabby lifts up on her knees and centers herself over top of me. Taking my dick in one hand and sliding her panties to the side with the other, she slowly lowers herself down on my shaft.

No longer able to hold my head up, I lay back and close my eyes, basking in the feel of her wet heat as she slowly works me in deeper and deeper on each downward stroke. I lock my hands on her hips and help guide her up and down. Gabby starts rotating her hips though and I’m buried to the hilt. Biting my lip and pinching my eyes shut, I try holding off my release.

I let go of one hip and slip my thumb inside her panties, seeking her tiny bud of nerves. As soon as I make contact, Gabby throws her head back and moans out my name. Her pace quickens and her pussy squeezes me in a death grip. I explode inside of her while she rides me faster and harder. My thumb moves right along with her. “Fuck! Come for me, baby.”

Her body begins to shake. “Cam!” She shatters and her pussy spasms around my cock.

She’s so damn beautiful, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling with her short pants of breath, and her mouth dropped open in ecstasy.

I hold her hips and slowly pump into her bringing her down from her orgasm. She collapses on my chest and I feather her face in kisses. Wrapping her tight in my arms, a sense of calm and wholeness takes me over. This is where I’m supposed to be.

“Shit. Your clothes.” I would kill someone if they saw her like this.

She rolls off me, giggling. I climb to my feet tuck myself in my pants. Finding her pants and shoes, I dress her while she continues to lay there laughing with a huge grin on her face. Breathtakingly beautiful. And all fucking mine.

Once she’s dressed, I lie down beside her on my stomach and lean over her. “You think that’s funny, do you?” I tickle her sides.

“No. Cam, please don’t,” she says through her fit of giggles. Music to my ears.

“I love you so much, Gabby. Thank you for giving me the chance.”

“I love you too. Always and forever.” She leans up and captures my lips in a soul-scorching kiss.

This girl owns me, heart and soul.

Chapter Thirty-One

*Gabby*

New Years. I’m bringing in a new year with Cam. I can’t believe it. Finally, all of my dreams have come true. I’ll kiss my prince charming at midnight, for the first time and hopefully every year after that for the rest of my life.

It’s been two months of blissful silence from Brandon. I ran into one of his friends not long after he was arrested and asked if he knew what was going on with him. He said that his parents moved him back home. They refused to pay for college and all the fees for the lawyer. So, now he’s living in Florence. It isn’t much, but at least he’s a good two hours away. Good riddance.

Two months of delirious happiness with Cam. I’ve always loved him like no other, but each and every day he does something that makes me fall harder. It hurt before, but now… Now I wouldn’t survive without him, he’s my whole world.

Speaking of my sexy man, he’s currently fighting through the crowded bar with Josh to get drinks for us, while Tiff and I sit at the table.

“I’m going to go dance. You want to go or are you going to wait for lover boy?”

“I’ll wait and save our seats. When they get back I’ll come out there with you.”

“See ya, hooker.”

I shake my head. Something is up with her tonight. I’m not sure what it is, but I think we need to have a girl’s day soon. Guilt hits me full force. I’m such a shitty friend. Being wrapped up in my life and happiness with Cam, I’ve been putting my friendship with Tiff on the back burner. I make a mental note to set up a day for us sometime this week.

Sitting and people watching I think back to Christmas. We spent it with our families. Our parents are thrilled that we are together. Or, as they put it, ‘finally got together’. That was mostly for Cam. I thought I hid my feelings pretty well, but apparently everyone knew and just let it be. Cam spoiled me, as always. He rented a cabin down in Gatlinburg for a week and got me an Amazon gift card to buy more of my naughty books. He says he likes to reap the benefits from them. Last week I wanted to rent a chair at a tattoo shop, after reading Razor’s Edge, but we improvised in the recliner. Sex with him just keeps getting better. Then, he topped it all off with a beautiful set of pink diamond earrings and a matching necklace.

Spending a week with Cam, all to myself, was pure and total bliss. We enjoyed the sights a couple of days went to a couple of dinner shows. One was a comedy and the other was a Dixie thing. The rest of the time we spent wrapped up in each other, enjoying the hot tub. I still can’t believe someone took our picture while we were enjoying the hot tub a little too much. That’s how it always is with Cam. I lose myself and forget my surroundings. Why can’t it be like in the books? I always get caught. Nothing like riding your man with water splashing and jets going, and then bam, a camera flash dumps cold water on you. I told Cam no more. When we have sex, it’ll be in a bedroom with the door locked.

The man says he doesn’t know how to do this, but I say I’m the luckiest woman on Earth. Fireflies dance in my stomach and I buzz with excitement. He’s all mine and I plan on holding onto him for dear life.

“Where the fuck is Tiffany?” Josh’s angry growl pulls me from my thoughts.

“Dancing.” I point out to the floor and see that she’s grinding her ass into a very attractive blond guy’s crotch.

“Fuck!” Josh’s eyebrows pinched together with a snarl on his face. He drains the rest of his beer and storms off.

What the hell was that all about? A ball of unease takes root in the pit of my stomach. I have a bad feeling about this. Everything has been going too good, something is getting ready to blow up.

“What the hell’s up with him?” Cam asks as he sits beside me and slides my drink in front of me.

“No clue, but I have a bad feeling about it.” I take a long pull off the Hurricane Punch. So good, but too many of these and you’ll be on your ass before you know it.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. He’ll figure it out.” He pulls my chair closer to his, wrapping his arm around me, and pulling me further into his heat.

I sigh and sag in complete and utter bliss, nothing compares to being in his arms, surrounded in his warmth, love, and his woodsy scent. We sit back and sip our drinks, people watching. There’s still no sign of Josh when our glasses are empty.

“Neon Lights” by Demi Lovato comes on and I gasp, jumping up from my chair. “I love this song. Come on, dance with me.”

A grin tugs at his lips as he stands from the stool. “Let’s go.”

I grab his hand and tug him through the crowd and onto the dance floor. I wrap my arms around his neck as he pulls me in closer and we start to sway our hips to the beat of the music. I sing the lyrics to Cam, as he runs his hands up and down my back.

With the lights down low and the bass moving through my body, pressed up against Cam, I can see the love pouring from his eyes. My heart swells to bursting. Never have I ever felt so beautiful, loved, cherished, and wanted. I’d do anything for this man, his touch, and his kisses.

He fists one of his hands in my hair, grabbing my ass with the other, molding me to his body. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy.” Then his lips are crashing down on mine. Fire blooms in my stomach, spreading out through my veins. I can’t suppress the moan that bubbles up my throat. He swallows it and deepens the kiss.

We stay wrapped in each other for what feels like an hour, but in reality, it’s just been a few songs. Dancing, grinding against each other, hands roaming, petting, squeezing, kissing, tongues tangling together, biting, and nipping. If it wasn’t for my mind being clouded by my Cam-induced lust coma, I would be embarrassed.

Someone comes up behind me and starts grinding into my ass. My eyes grow wide and my body freezes. I lock eyes with big blue laughing eyes. What the hell? Why isn’t he flipping his shit and ready to knock someone over?

“You all looked like you were having some hot, steamy fun. I wanted in on the action.”

I shake my head. Tiffany.

“Stay away from my man, biotch! Find your own.” I laugh.

Tiff runs her hands up my sides. “What if he’s not the one I want? Cam, you got a problem sharing your woman?”

“Get your damn hands off me, you perv.” I say, laughing at my best friend.

“Nope. I’ll just stand back and watch, though,” Cam says at the same time, stepping back, throwing his hands in the air.

“Hey!” I fake pout. “You’re supposed to say no.”

“What can I say? I’m a man.”

Tiff takes off dancing with the blond hottie again. Hooker.

“Well, you can make it up to me by getting me a drink while I go pee.” I stand on my tiptoes and kiss his full plump lips. I don’t give him a chance to answer, just turn on my heels, and head for the bathroom.

As expected, there is a line a mile long. I sigh and lean back against the wall to wait my turn. I look down at my watch, eleven thirty. Good. We’ll do the countdown, and then I can get out of here and go really bring in the New Year with Cam. Excitement blooms, spreading through my veins. Maybe I can talk him into leaving now. We can be home in less than twenty minutes. My core clenches at the thought of having Cam inside me.

“Having fun tonight?” A tall, slender blonde girl asks. She’s wearing a tight black dress, which by no means covers her ass or breasts. Why do girls think it’s okay to dress like this? If I ever have a girl and she tries dressing like some of these chicks, I’d ring her neck.

“Yeah, ready to drag my boyfriend out of here. It’s so packed tonight.” She doesn’t need to know the real reason I want out of here. I giggle.

“You’re here with Cam?”

Giggles gone. How the fuck does this girl know Cam? “Yeah. How do you know him?”

She puts her hand out for me to shake it. “Sara, I’m a bartender here. Well, we’ve spent a lot of nights talking and a few between the sheets.” She winks. “Boy, does he know how to burn them up.”

All of the blood drains from my face. Cam fucked this trash. I feel a crack in my heart.

“Wait. You’re the girl he was pissed at one night. I saw him kiss you on the dance floor and you left with your boyfriend. That night was the best fuck of my life. He dragged me out to his truck, not even ten minutes after you left. Where is your man by the way? The blond surfer look totally works for him.”

You have got to be fucking kidding me.
Crack gone, heart now shattered and laying in millions of tiny pieces on the concrete floor.

“Cam is my boyfriend. We’ve been together for two months and have known each other for over ten years.”

She lets out a laugh. “You better enjoy it while you can. A guy like him only fucks and runs.”

My body is icy cold and my eyes burn with unshed tears. I have to get out of here before this bitch sees me cry. How could he do that to me? She’s the damn bartender here. Why in the hell would he bring me here knowing there’s a good chance she would be here? He wouldn’t want Brandon thrown in his face. We would avoid places he could be at all cost. So why didn’t he? I know he was with other girls, but to have it staring me right in the face… I gotta get out of here. Now.

*Cam*

I’m standing at the bar talking to Josh, still waiting on our drinks, when Gabby goes running by the bar and heads for the front door. Shit. What the hell is wrong? Oh god, did something happen to her? Please let her be okay.

Josh must have seen her too because we both turn and run after her. Panic grips my heart and I fight and push through the crowd, just wanting to get to my girl and hold her, make sure she’s okay. “Move!” I push harder.

We bust through the doors and I see Gabby walking through the parking lot, heading to the road. Her arms are wrapped around her middle and her head is down.