Dirty Little Mistake (Hard to Love #2)

Chapter 3

Camryn

B ass thundered through the walls as I shouldered past the crowd, my vision blurring. "I'm leaving," I angrily muttered as I passed Kaia and Jax.

"Wait," Kaia snapped. I didn't want to stop. I wanted to escape and hide my embarrassment somewhere far away. Far away from him. But Kaia was my best friend, and this wasn't her fault. "What happened?"

"Trystan." I sniffled, trying hard to hold back the tears that threatened to break free. I pointed toward the pool house. Rational me knew I shouldn't complain about Trystan to Kaia. He was her stepbrother, her family, and they were close. I didn't want to cause issues between them, but I was so hurt, so angry that rational me was gone and replaced with unreasonable Cam, and I couldn't stop myself. "He's screwing some girl in the pool house right now. He didn't invite me because he wanted me here. He invited me because he wanted you here." My gaze flicked over Kaia's shoulder, and I spotted Trystan following me as he readjusted his pants. I didn't bother saying anything else before I stormed off.

A mixture of emotions punched me in the chest: hurt and anger, but most of all, I felt stupid, stupid for believing a guy like Trystan West could actually fall for a small-town nobody like me.

Showing emotion wasn't something I did very often. Well, anything other than happiness. I wasn't someone who wore my emotions loud and proud. My dad taught me that showing emotions was a sign of weakness. It gave your opponent an unfair advantage, and that was what I'd given Trystan. He knew I liked him, and he used that against me.

Pushing through the crowd, I made my way through the house and toward the front door. If I left now, I could still make it to the Cages before the last fight. Throwing open the front door, I stepped out onto the front porch and stopped.

This was all Jax.

Jax must have told Trystan that Kaia and I were going to the Cages, and he knew I would gladly give up the Cages for a night with Trystan.

I should have seen this coming, but Trystan was my blind spot, and Jax knew that, or at least he guessed that. They'd both played me.

I shouldn't have been surprised. Jax was crazy about Kaia, but he had serious commitment issues. Whereas Trystan just wasn't into commitment at all. He was a free spirit, and I knew that, but a girl could dream, right?

Storming toward my car, I realized Trystan wasn't following me. I wasn’t sure why I thought he would. He was probably just making sure Kaia didn't leave with me.

Kaia didn't realize how lucky she was to have the family she did. I'd lost my mom when I was two in a car accident. My father was active military, so I moved here to live with my childless aunt and uncle while he was overseas. When I was ten, my father was killed overseas, and my temporary living arrangements became permanent. I had no brothers or sisters. I had no cousins. I was alone. That's why I loved Kaia's family so much; they always made me feel like I was part of the family, and that was all I wanted—to be a part of something.

I didn't blame Jax for wanting to protect Kaia, even though I really didn't believe the Cages were as bad as everyone made them out to be. I was just jealous that I didn't have anyone who cared that much about me.

My aunt and uncle gave me everything a young adult could ask for except the love of a family. They were rarely home, and when they were, I wasn't their priority. I knew I could always call them if I needed anything monetary, but they weren't it if I needed someone to talk to or a shoulder to cry on.

"Cam."

His voice hit me like ice water. I froze, key hovering near the lock. Behind me, gravel crunched under approaching footsteps—slow at first, then faster. My heart hammered against my ribs.

Don't turn around. Don't.

"Cam." Closer now. Close enough that his breath stirred the hair at my neck. "Look at me."

I pressed my forehead against the cool metal of my car door, counting heartbeats. One. Two. Three.

"Please."

That word—so soft, almost broken—was what finally made me turn. Trystan stood too close, chest rising and falling rapidly.

My stomach twisted. "I should have never come," I whispered, fumbling behind me for the door handle.

Strong fingers curled around my wrist, stopping me. My gaze shifted to his tatted hand still holding me. "You should go back and finish what you started."

"Cam, it's not what you think." His expression and tone were so serious, he had my attention.

"Well," I didn't bother to hide my sarcasm as I shifted back to him, pulling my wrist out of his grasp, "what I think is you invited me to hang out with you, and you only did it to keep Kaia from going to the Cages with me." I paused, waiting for him to tell me I was wrong. He didn't. "So, what you forgot? Or you just decided to get a blow job first? Or did you never have any intentions of hanging out with me?"

His throat flexed on a hard swallow. Why did he have to be so gorgeous? He pursed his full lips like he was contemplating what to say, but I couldn't do this. I shifted to leave.

"Yes," he said, and my eyes flicked up to meet his. "I did invite you because I didn't want Kaia to go to the Cages." My chest ached, and my cheeks heated as I averted my gaze. "But I also did it for you." My head snapped up, and my eyes narrowed. "I didn't want you going either." He paused, licking his lips, and my eyes followed the unintentionally provocative gesture. "I really did want to hang out with you."

My fingers traced the car's cold metal. "Then why?—"

"I didn't." He raked a hand through his hair. "I told her no."

"Trystan." I wrapped my arms around myself, shoulders hunching. My tone came out more as a warning. "Please don't play with me. It's fine either way. I won't go to the Cages, and I won't take Kaia, but please don't lie to me."

His lips curved into a grin. "You want the truth?" I nodded. "The whole truth?"

I nodded again, sucking in a deep breath bracing for the impact of his words, remembering what my father used to tell me. Never show emotion. Never give them that power.

"Okay. The truth is I like you, and I want to be around you, but relationships aren't exactly my thing. You're not the kind of girl that you fuck and walk away from." My breath released in a whoosh as his hands curled around my hips. "You're the kind of girl that you play for keeps. I invited you because I wanted to hang out with you tonight. I've been wanting to hang out with you. The threat of the Cages only forced me to do it sooner." His hand slid around my back as his fingertips sank into the hem of my skirt. "I know it didn't look like it, but I did tell her no. She just really didn't want to take no for an answer."

"You want me to help her understand no means no?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "No, but that's kind of how my life is right now. Women throw themselves at me, and most of the time, I tell them no."

"Most of the time?"

He nodded. "We are going on tour with Wicked Sinners."

My eyes snapped wide. "Oh my God, Trystan," I shouted. "Congrats. That's so freaking amazing!"

"Shhh... No one knows so..."

"I won't say anything," I cut him off, bringing my pointer finger and thumb to my lips and insinuating I was locking my lips up tight.

The hand on my hip flew up, grabbing my wrist and bringing it down, and my gaze met his. "Don't lock them up too tight." The air between us was so charged it buzzed. "I have plans for them tonight." My heart thumped erratically as the possibilities of what his plans were flashed through my mind. "But first, I need you to know I like you, and I want to be around you, but a relationship isn't in the cards for me right now."

I nodded.

He was about to leave on tour, and that meant parties and women. He didn't want to be tied down, and I appreciated his honesty. "I don't think you would truly trust me out on the road, and I wouldn't want to do something stupid that screwed up my chances forever."

"So, friends?"

"Yeah, friends." His eyes crinkled at the corners, genuine warmth replacing the earlier tension. "So you still want to hang out with me tonight?" I nodded.

And just like that, I was back under the spell of Trystan West.

Trystan's hand slid into mine, and I let him lead me back into the house as my mind raced with the possibilities of what the rest of the night would hold.

He pulled me through the doorway into a dark room and kicked the door shut behind him, leaving us covered in blackness.

I shifted to find a light, but a startled gasp flew out of me when his hand curled around my throat as he shoved my back against the door, pinning me in place and forcing my chin up. His fingertips tightened just under my jaw. Not like he wanted to kill me, but like he wanted to kiss me, and he did.

Soft lips crashed against mine, and a rush of exhilaration surged through me. This wasn't our first kiss, but I thought the first one would be our last. I'd always assumed he regretted it, but you didn't do something you regretted twice, right?

My mouth opened, and his tongue slipped through my parted lips, tasting and teasing the inside of my mouth. The kiss turned from slow to desperate and frantic as his tongue thrust in and out, and I met him stroke for stroke as we consumed each other.

This kiss held a completely different demeanor than our first. This kiss felt like he'd been starving, and I was his only food source. I arched my body into his as all my senses were lost in him.

I had no idea how far this was going to go, but I knew I wanted it all. I wanted him. I tugged at the hem of his shirt. Pulling out of the kiss, he reached back, tore his shirt off, and tossed it to the ground.

"Are you trying to get me naked?" His voice had dropped to that rough whisper that made my skin tingle. His fingers traced idle patterns on my hips, each touch leaving trails of heat through the thin fabric.

"Yes." The word came out steadier than I felt. My hands shook slightly as I reached for his belt, and I was glad for the darkness hiding my face. The metal buckle was cool against my fingers as I fumbled with it. When I finally got to his button, his hand caught mine, stilling my movements.

Time stretched, and I could feel his heartbeat thundering under my palm, matching my own racing pulse. For a moment, I thought he might let me continue. But his grip tightened ever so slightly, and my stomach dropped.

"Not tonight." The words were soft but firm. He brought my captured hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to my knuckles that felt like an apology. Or maybe a promise.

A twinge of disappointment punched me in the chest, and my cheeks heated with embarrassment. I'd confused his signals and thought he wanted me to. He released my hands, and they dropped to my side.

I shifted on my feet to sidestep around him. I couldn't think clearly with him surrounding me. His hands curled around my hips, stopping me.

Heat spread low in my belly when he reached under my skirt, hooking his fingers into strings of my panties before he dropped to his knees, pulling my panties down with him.

"I leave tomorrow." The words ghosted across my thigh, each one punctuated by the slow slide of fabric as he eased my skirt higher. His fingers left trails of electricity on my skin. I couldn't see his face in the darkness, could only feel the heat of his breath getting closer to where I ached for him.

"I want to make sure—" His lips brushed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, making my breath catch. "—you have something to remember me by."

The words hit me like a physical touch. Yes. Please. The thoughts tumbled through my mind, but I couldn't form them into words. My fingers found his hair as he lifted my leg over his shoulder, opening me to him. The position made me feel deliciously vulnerable. Each kiss he pressed against my thigh was slower than the last, moving higher with devastating patience. My head fell back against the door, the solid wood the only thing keeping me upright as anticipation coiled tighter in my belly.

His mouth hovered just where I needed him most, close enough that I could feel his breath. The tease of almost-contact had me trembling. He stayed there, waiting, until I thought I might shatter from wanting him.

I sucked in a sharp breath as he trailed kisses over my thighs and pussy. The first swipe of his tongue slid up my length striking my clit and making my knees so weak I used the wall for support.

His hands curled around my hips, and a choked sound lodged tightly in my throat when he jerked my hips forward and buried his face between my thighs.

"Holy fuck—" The words caught in my throat as my head fell back against the door as his tongue circled my clit teasing and torturing me. "Please…"

"Please, what?" His breath fanned across my heated skin, fingers pressing harder into my thighs. "Say it, Cam. Say it or I'll stop." His commanding tone, combined with my desperation and his touch, nearly made me come undone.

"Please, make me come." My fingers threaded through his hair, holding on like an anchor as my legs trembled beneath me.

I was rewarded with his heated tongue as it swept a long path up my length that ended with a long deep pull of my clit. "Keep begging, baby."

My fingers tightened in his hair. "Please," I cried out as he sucked my clit between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue with the perfect amount of pressure that made my entire body vibrate. My legs trembled, and my abs clenched. "Trystan."

"Fuck you taste so good," he hummed against my clit. A low groan pushed past his lips like he was as into this as I was. "Come all over my face, baby."

His mouth, his hands, his words were all too much. "I'm coming." Releasing my clit, he lifted my leg, giving him better access as his tongue slid to my entrance lapping up every drop of my orgasm. God, I wished I could see him. See what he looked like with my orgasm all over his face.

My labored breathing filled the room as he released my leg to the ground. "Holy shit, that was amazing."

He guided my panties up as he rose from the ground. "That was so fucking hot." His hand tunneled into my hair, forcing my head back as his mouth dropped to mine. "Open your mouth." He groaned against my lips. His grip tightened in my hair as my lips parted, and he fed me his tongue until I couldn't breathe. I tore my mouth from his and sucked in a deep breath.

He released me, disappearing, and a soft light flicked on after a few seconds.

My gaze trailed over him, and my lips quirked up at the very prominent bulge hidden behind his denim pants as I corrected my skirt. My chest tightened with the realization that I'd just become another one of his groupies. My smile faded.

"What's wrong?" he asked, shoving his hand through his disheveled hair.

"I just became another groupie."

His brows pulled together before they widened with realization, and his lips quirked into a smirk. "You think I do that with my groupies?" I shrugged. He shook his head. "No, I stopped you from becoming another groupie. I don't kiss groupies, and I've never gotten on my knees for a woman before. That was a first for me."

"Really?"

He nodded. "So now that I've given you an orgasm, don't I owe you food or something?" He chuckled. "Isn't that how the dating thing goes?"

A laugh bubbled out of me. "No." I shook my head. "It's usually a meal, then an orgasm and we're just friends remember."

"With benefits," he leaned forward swiping his shirt off the floor, "and I've never been the traditional type."

"So you hungry?"

"Starving."

"Let's get out of here, and maybe we can figure out what we are over food."