The One That Got Away (7 page)

She
went stiff in his arms at first, but when Will gripped her hair and
tipped her head back she sighed and sank into his touch. His cock
burned and throbbed, and his heart hammered. He pressed closer to
her, desperate to alleviate the ache that centered in his groin. God,
he was on fire! He trailed kisses all the way down her throat,
ignoring the slight stillness that came over her. His mouth pressed
over the scars and around them, he wanted to kiss every inch of her
and show her that—scars be damned—she was perfect.

She
relaxed once more. When Will released the catch on her bra she
actually smiled.

“
Still
a breast man, Will?”

Hers,
most definitely…

His
hands found her tits in seconds, the creamy flesh filled his palms
perfectly and the soft texture made his mouth water. He dropped his
head and tasted her nipple, her surprised gasp spurred him on and he
sucked it into his mouth, hard.

“
Yes,
Will—yes!” she moaned, and placed her hands on his hair.
He watched as she tipped her head back, groaned as her little breasts
rose higher, closer to his hungry mouth. He set to work on the other
nipple and sucked hungrily. After a moment he lifted his head and
claimed her mouth again. Cammy parted her lips and kissed him with
the same hunger. Her seeking hands dropped back to his jeans clasp,
and Will couldn’t hold back the growl of need as the fire
surged into his cock.

God,
he wanted her! She tasted amazing, her essence fired on his tongue
and filled his head.

She
slid down the wall and dropped to her knees. Will had to take a step
back to allow her space. He watched with dazed bewilderment as she
began to undo his jeans.

Was
she going to…? No? Oh, shit…please suck me.

Over
the pounding in his ears and painful need, Will could barely believe
that Cammy—his Cammy—was on her knees in front of him
with sultry heat in her gaze. He remembered with aching pride the
last time she sucked him; the feeling had been amazing—so
totally perfect. And he almost couldn’t wait to have his cock
in her mouth again.

Would
she?

“
Cammy…”
He spoke her name, growled it through his desire. She looked up and
smiled as her hands dipped below the material and pulled him free.
“Ah—fuck!” he snarled. The image of her mouth
inches from his throbbing member would be forever burned into his
retinas. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around his cock and
brought it to her mouth.

Will
couldn’t look away; he was transfixed by the sight of Cammy
opening her mouth to receive him. And when her hot lips closed over
his throbbing, sensitive head, he threw his head back and gritted his
teeth against the sudden and breathtaking feelings.

Chapter
Six

Cammy
took Will’s cock deep into her mouth and marveled at how large
he was. His heavy throbbing cock was massive and it was an effort to
fit it fully into her mouth, but she was determined to try her
hardest. The way he had looked at her as she had dropped to her knees
would stay with her forever. The pleading desperation had been a fire
in her already smoldering body. And when she had pulled him free and
felt the velvet iron in her grip, she had been desperate to taste him
again.

Cammy
rose up on her knees and opened her mouth wide. She slid his cock as
far in as she could, and was rewarded with a bitten-out oath that
seemed to be torn from Will’s chest. When she pulled back, she
looked up and found his dark stare locked on her. A thrill of
electricity roared through her body and she took him deep again.

His
fingers gripped her hair in tight fists as if he never wanted her to
stop, and her body’s reaction to his rough handling spurred her
on to take him deeper. He groaned and growled and swore above her.
His hands held her still as he surged into her open mouth.

Cammy
wondered if Will was aware of just how wild he was being. His harsh
words and forceful handling was something he would never have done
years ago—much to Cammy’s disappointment. Cammy had
always craved the darker side she knew Will had. And now he was
giving it to her. She was already on the verge of coming.

“
Ah—fuck!”
he growled above her. He froze, and Cammy felt his cock throb
desperately in her mouth. A slight salty taste covered her tongue and
she knew he was close—so close. She tried to move again,
desperate to taste him, but he stilled her hair with a tight grip.

“
Stay
still, Cammy,” he whispered harshly. “Or this will end
now.”

She
looked up as he withdrew from her mouth, disappointment for not
getting to finish him filled her chest—but when he stared own
at her with a dark expression she knew Will was nowhere near
finished.

He
reached down and pulled her up by her upper arms. She thought he
might place her on her feet, but he didn’t; he scooped her up
and walked to the bed.

*
* * *

Will
laid Cammy down and stood tall. She leaned up on her elbows and
stared back at him. He didn’t know what he was looking to see
in her expression—after the way he had almost lost control, he
was worried she would be afraid of him—but he was shocked to
his core to see the absolute acceptance in her heat-filled gaze.

She
lay back and lifted her hands above her head, her pert breasts peaked
up on her chest, and Will strode forward, desperate to taste them
again. HE stayed to the side and allowed his gaze to roam over her.
She kept her eyes down, clearly still a little shy about her
scars—but it wasn’t the scars he was looking at.

Just
above the line of her jeans, he could see a pink tattoo peeking out.
He lowered his hand and undid her jeans—needing to see more of
her body, needing to see the ink she had placed forever on her skin.
Cammy was different now; she was a woman, a fully sexual being. No
longer the timid teenager he had known, she was clearly changed. Will
was desperate to learn more about her.

The
Cammy he had known would never have gotten a tattoo. The Cammy he had
known before would have been intimidated by his rough handling. But
as he had sensed when she had her mouth—her fucking hot
mouth—round his cock, his Cammy had grown up and become a
woman. A woman who definitely knew what she wanted.

She
gasped when his hands roughly pulled her jeans down and Will looked
up to see her watching him intently. He flicked the disregarded
trousers behind him as his sharp gaze found the little tattoo at her
hip.

It
was a broken heart.

He
ran his blunt finger over the image, and his own heart clenched at
the sight. He looked up and found her gaze. She rolled her lips
inward and shuddered visibly.

Will
looked back at the tattoo, and knew this was for him.

He
ran his hand over the ink and then dipped his head. He heard her gasp
when he kissed the spot, licked the broken heart and nipped at the
tight skin there. She jumped under his mouth and Will groaned under
the force of his emotions.

Cammy
had missed him as much as he had missed her.

He
looked up, gripped her panties in his fist and tore them from her.
She bit her bottom lip and watched him with primal stillness until he
crawled up her body and claimed her mouth with savage hunger.

She
reached up and grasped at his shoulders, arched into him and opened
her legs in invitation. Will positioned himself between her thighs
and groaned loudly when his sensitive cock-head pressed against her
wet opening. She spread her legs wider and Will couldn’t stop
himself from surging deep into her.

She
gasped at his intrusion and threw her head back. Her fingers clutched
at his shoulder as he drew back and surged forward again.

“
So
hot—so tight,” he groaned, even as he picked up his pace.
Cammy dropped her knees wider and accepted his rough thrusting She
stared up at him and Will watched the rapture and desire within her
eyes. She was a flame—a white hot flame in his arms. Her tight
pussy gripped him as he thrust into her again and again. And when he
felt her muscles clamp tighter around him, he knew she was close.

Her
seeking hands threaded into his hair as she pulled him down for a
kiss, a kiss that stole his breath and punched his heart. She was
wild beneath him as she writhed and moaned. The sounds of her rapture
added to his already drilling need, and Will found himself pushing
into her with all his strength.

She
twisted underneath him and Will ground his teeth, desperate for her
to come before him. He placed his fingers on her clit and rubbed in
time with his thrusts.

Her
eyes flared wide and fingers dug into his back. When her inner folds
tightened around him, Will could hold back no more. He yelled out his
release and continued to thrust until the last wave of rapture
tingled from his balls.

He
lowered his head, dropped a heated kiss on her lips and pulled from
inside.

“
Ah,
honey, that was fantastic,” he panted as the last tremors of
passion rippled over his sack. He regretted the cold air as it swept
over his cock, and immediately missed Cammy’s heat. He climbed
from the bed and padded to the bathroom, not wanting her to feel
embarrassed.

*
* * *

Cammy
sat up and pulled the covers around her. The room had turned chilly
all of a sudden and her heart had grown heavy.

That
was fantastic…

That
was amazing. So totally perfect, and everything she had ever dreamed.
But it was over now, and probably not likely to ever happen again.
Will had a life outside of this village. He had a job to go back to,
and a home. She had the pub and staff and responsibility. And Will
was no longer involved in her life.

Will
was sexy and manly and probably falling into many a bed on his time
off.

She
looked sadly at the bathroom door and felt her heart droop inside
her. She hadn’t thought she was possibly just another fuck; she
had felt special in his arms, so totally at home and happy—what
if he didn’t feel the same? Ah, how utterly stupid; of course
he didn’t.

She
stood up, scooped her clothes from the floor and begun to get
dressed. She heard the bathroom door open, and her heart kicked in
her chest, she was terrified to look back just in case he wore an
expression of regret. That would kill her. Her hands trembled as she
fumbled with her jeans.

“
Where
are you going?” he barked from behind her, and Cammy dug her
leg into her jeans.

Please,
I don’t want to hear any excuses. Just let me go and save this
in my memory as the most perfect night of my life.

“
Uh…home,”
she replied, still too scared to look back at Will—her heart.

Oh,
God. If she had thought she’d loved him for all these years,
now she had made love to him she knew her feelings would be ten times
as strong. Tears burned at her eyes at the thought of losing him
again, but she swallowed deep and stabbed her other leg into the
jeans.

A
strong arm snaked around her waist and Cammy gasped in surprise. His
large hand tugged her jeans back down her legs and he carried her to
the bed. When he dropped her on the mattress with a bounce, she gazed
up into his dark glare.

“
Why
were you leaving?” he asked, almost sounding cross.

Cammy
frowned and shrugged. Her insides swirled around as her emotions
stung. She wondered what he would say to her if she told him the
truth—that she was too scared to see rejection in his eyes, too
scared to hear he’d only fucked her because she’d flung
herself at him. But as she looked at him and his fierce expression,
she swallowed the truth and shrugged again.

“
Isn’t
that what happens after two people fuck?” She cringed at the
harsh-sounding words but she was desperately striving to sound
unaffected and cool. Her mind screamed that she wanted more, in her
head she imagined getting on two knees and begging for his love—but
in reality, she acted as if a quick fuck was fine by her.