Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
I ’ve never brought a girl home before. Our house isn’t just where we live; it’s also where a lot of business gets done. And outsiders aren’t usually welcomed in too easily. There’s also the judgement and the questions that’ll be asked when someone comes here. The soldiers surrounding the place could be off-putting too, I guess.
I don’t know any differently. This is how I grew up. It’s how we’ll always live. Then there’s the fact that I’ve never wanted to bring anyone home. I want Cammi here, though. I watch for her reaction as I drive through the gates, where two soldiers with not-so-concealed weapons wave me through. I probably should have warned her, told her what to expect. Although, right now, she doesn’t seem too fazed.
“This is where you live?” Cammi asks, her eyes wide as she stares up the driveway.
“It’s just a house,” I tell her.
“That is not just a house, Vin. That’s a bloody mansion on steroids,” she says.
“Look, I probably should mention that my family… ah… Well, my brothers… shit. We have a lot of security around. Don’t be surprised if they want to search you. I won’t let anyone touch you, though. But they might ask. Just… don’t wander around without me.”
“Why do you look stressed? You don’t have to bring me here if you don’t want to. It’s okay. We can go back to my place,” Cammi offers.
“I want you here. I just don’t want you to freak out or anything,” I tell her.
“Okay. Don’t worry. I plan to stick by you all weekend. You’re going to have to peel me off come Monday morning.” Cammi smiles, and my heart literally skips a beat. Emotion clogs my throat. Fuck, I love seeing her smile. “Vin, take me to your bedroom,” she says.
I jump out of the car and walk around to the passenger side, getting there before she manages to get out. Holding the door open, I wait for her to step out of the way before closing it.
“You look like you’ve never taken a girl home before,” Cammi hums.
“That’s because I haven’t,” I tell her while glancing down at her hand. “Cammi?”
“Vin, I want you to hold my hand like you never want to let go of me.” She smiles.
“Thank you,” I say, taking her offered palm. I don’t know how she does it, but she just gets me. Sometimes I wonder if she’s in my head. But, fuck, that is the last place I’d want her to be. The only good thing up there is her.
I guide Cammi into the house. I take the back stairs that lead to the second story, managing to get her into my bedroom without any of my brothers noticing I’m home. I’m sure it won’t be long before Gio’s informed of our arrival. If the gate soldiers didn’t tell him, one of the three guys we passed while walking through the house will.
I close the bedroom door. Cammi lets go of my hand and steps farther into the room. “This is where you live? Seriously? I’d never want to leave.” She laughs.
“It’s just a house. We don’t even have most of the furniture yet, but it’s getting there,” I tell her, watching as she takes in my space.
“You have your own living room inside your bedroom, Vin. That’s insane,” she says, pointing to the black leather sofa in front of her and then to the large flat-screen television that’s mounted to the wall. “Also, why is it so clean? Did you forget that you’re a teenager or something?”
“We have cleaners.” I shrug. I don’t tell her that I actually keep my space clean myself. I like having everything in its place. I’ve always been that way. It makes me feel more in control of my environment.
“Fancy.” Cammi laughs. “So, now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me, Vin?” She sits on the edge of my bed, and my cock hardens at the sight.
“What do you want me to do with you?” My buzz is gone, but I know I’m about to get the best fucking high. Just as soon as I get Cammi naked.
I wish I could be the kind of guy who takes what he wants. Who walks up and slams my lips on hers, tears the clothes from her body and sinks into her heat. I’m not that guy, though. I don’t think I could ever be that guy. Her consent, knowing she wants this just as much as I do, is a fucking turn-on to me. It also separates me from them.
“We could watch a movie. You do have a pretty big TV,” Cammi suggests.
“What do you want to watch?” I try my best to mask the fact that all I really want to do is sink into her. If she wants to watch a fucking movie, then that’s what we’ll do.
“Or… you could come over here and have your filthy way with me?” she says, raising her eyebrows.
“I’ll take option two.” I step towards her. “What exactly do you want, Cammi?”
“I want you. Naked,” she says. “I want to taste you.”
Well, fuck. If my dick wasn’t hard before, it sure as shit is now. “You want to taste me?” I ask her.
“I want to suck you into my mouth, Vin. I want to give you pleasure like you’ve given me.” Cammi’s eyes bore into mine.
I pull my shirt over the back of my head and toss it to the floor. As I unbutton my jeans, Cammi slides off the bed and drops to her knees right in front of me. I pause. This isn’t right. She shouldn’t be on her fucking knees for me.
Get on your knees and open your mouth, boy, the Russian voice echoes in my head. No. This isn’t happening. They don’t invade my mind when I’m with Cammi. Fuck. Squeezing my eyes closed, I take a step backwards.
“Get up,” I tell her.
“What?”
“I said get up. Get up off the fucking floor, Cammi.” My voice rises and I move back farther.
“Okay.” Cammi pushes herself up from the ground. “What’s wrong? What happened just now?”
“You don’t belong on the fucking floor. You don’t belong on your knees,” I tell her.
“It’s okay.”
I shake my head. “No, it’s not okay. I don’t want you on your knees. Not for me. Not for anyone.”
“It’s okay. I don’t have to be on my knees,” she says. “I have an idea. Come and lie on the bed.”
“I should take you home,” I whisper.
“Do you want me to leave? Because I don’t want to.” Cammi crawls onto the middle of the mattress and sits.
“No, I don’t want you to leave,” I tell her. “But, fuck, I can’t… There are things… I don’t want to fuck this up. I need you.” I drop my gaze to my feet. She makes me so fucking vulnerable, and at the same time, I’ve never felt safer. I’ve never needed anyone like I need her.
“Come here.” Cammi taps the space next to her on the bed. I walk over slowly. I really should send her home. I sit down and Cammi scoots over, closing the distance I left between us. “You aren’t going to fuck this up, Vin. Just tell me what you need me to do. This consent thing goes both ways, you know. I don’t want to do anything that you don’t like or want either.”
“I think I should go to church on Sunday,” I tell her.
Cammi’s brows draw down in confusion. “Okay, why?”
“To thank God for sending you to me. I don’t know how many saints he has running around, but I’m sure as fuck glad he let me have you,” I tell her. I’m not particularly religious. No one ever answered my prayers when I needed it the most. But I can’t think of any other explanation than divine intervention for Cammi.
“If you knew the thoughts in my head right now, you wouldn’t think me very saintly.” Cammi’s lips tip up into a mischievous grin.
“Yeah, what kind of thoughts are they?” I ask her.
“You’re sitting here practically naked in front of me, Vin. Trust me. The things I want to do with you are very impure.”
“You want to touch me?” I ask her, undoing my belt and then the button on my jeans.
Cammi nods. Her eyes focused on my hands gliding over my zipper.
“You want to taste me? You want to take my cock into that pretty little mouth of yours?” I pull my dick free from the confines of my pants, wrap my hand around my shaft, and tug.
Cammi licks her lips and nods again.
“Ask me, Cammi.”
“Vin, can I suck your cock?” she says, her cheeks turning pink.
“It’s all yours.” I lean against the headboard, and this time when Cammi moves closer to my cock, I don’t freak out. She’s not on her knees. We’re on a bed. Her head lowers. Her tongue runs along the underside of my dick and shivers run up my spine. “Fuck,” I hiss.
Cammi shoves my hand aside and takes hold of my dick, her lips closing over the tip as she gently sucks. “Mmm,” she moans, sliding my length farther into her mouth and hollowing out her cheeks before she slides back up again.
My fingers curl into the blanket at my sides. As much as I want to grab her hair and wrap it around my fist, I won’t. I need her to have control here. I won’t ever take that from her.
Cammi cups my balls with her palm and slides right down my length, the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat before she gags and moves up. “Fuck, that feels good,” I moan.
Her tongue swirls around my tip. Then she swallows me down again, repeating the process over and over. “I’m going to come,” I tell her.
“Mhmm. That’s the goal here, Vin.” She smiles around a mouthful of my cock.
“You don’t have to take it in your mouth,” I say. “But, fuck. I can’t hold back much longer.”
Cammi pulls back to respond. “I want to. I want to experience everything with you, Vin,” she says before closing her lips around me again. Sucking harder this time. Her head bobs up and down faster, and before I know it, I lose control, coming down her throat. When I’m done, Cammi slides up my body. “Vin, I want you to kiss me like it’s the first and last time you ever will.”
I hold her face between my palms and pull her towards me. It’s on the tip of my tongue to say those three little words. Now isn’t the right time though, so instead, I try to tell her exactly how I feel with a kiss.