Chapter 4
CAM
I remembered when Bray pulled his head out of his ass and decided Katie was his, the story Ace and Cody told was that he threw her over her shoulder and carried her out of here.
I was impressed with his restraint, considering he’d waited until they were at least in the parking lot before he fucked her.
But knowing Bray, he wouldn’t have taken her for the first time in such an uncomfortable setting.
The difference between the two of us was, he knew Katie Camden. She’d been coming to our house to hang with Lainey for fifteen years or more.
I didn’t know the woman I was leading by the hand toward the back hallway. She wanted me. I wanted her.
‘Nuf said.
Bar patrons parted like the Red Sea, perhaps because of the determined Don’t fuck with me look on my face.
I knew Kyle, the owner of The Roadside, would keep his office locked.
I skipped that door and the bathrooms–sticking to the left to avoid the line of women waiting–and went out the emergency door.
When the door slammed behind us, it was pretty fucking dark, this side of the lot close enough to a clump of evergreens that there was no parking, only a single lane that circled to the building.
Fortunately, we weren’t near the rear kitchen door and the dumpsters.
Only the faint throb of the music came from inside. There was a single exterior light high up at the roofline. The harsh angle lit the space but cast us in deep shadow.
The air was crisp and cool. While it had been warm this afternoon, September meant chilly nights and I’d heard frost was in the forecast before dawn. Except I didn’t feel it.
When I put my hands on her shoulders so she was pressed between the side of the building and my body, I felt her heat, too.
Our breaths mingled and every time she inhaled, her tits bumped my chest. Before I could lower my head, her hand wrapped around the back of my neck and pulled me down.
And kissed me.
I liked a woman who knew what she wanted, especially if it was her mouth on mine.
She had control for about two or three seconds, then I took over, cupping her face with my palms and angling her head how I wanted it.
Our tongues met. Tangled.
I rolled my hardness into her belly.
Heard her moan.
Yes. Fuck, she tasted sweet. A little wild.
Fiery.
Yet there was an undercurrent of tentativeness, which made no sense.
“Fuck, red, you taste so fucking good. Your lips are sweet like candy. What about your other lips?”
“Oh God,” she whispered.
Her hands dropped to her sides and because of the shadows, could see her press them into the wall.
Lowering to my knees on the asphalt, I looked up at her. Her eyes were wide, her big tits practically bouncing beneath her white shirt as she panted.
Thank fuck for skirts because I slid my hands up her silky soft thighs, the fabric draping over my wrists. When her panties were revealed, I growled. I couldn’t tell if they were white or yellow or a pretty shade of pink. Something light.
They were small and fucking frilly. The material wasn’t cotton, something sheer and see through. Even in the darkness, I couldn’t miss the little dark patch of hair above her pussy. Fuck, I couldn’t tell if it was red, but imagined it so.
My mouth watered for a taste and I didn’t even wait to get those panties down. Setting my hands on her hips, I held her in place as I dove in, like jumping in a pool headfirst.
The gusset was wet. Soaked. It clung to her folds and when I gave a little suck, I got her taste on my tongue. Her scent in my nose.
Sweet. Tangy.
Her hips bucked at the contact so I gripped her a little harder.
“Step wider.”
She did.
Yeah, I was in charge now.
Curling my fingers, I took her panties down her thighs and they caught, taut and wide, around her knees. The sight of her, skirt up over my wrists, pussy exposed, sweet little panties lowered, she looked like innocence and sin combined.
And mine.
My sister and Ellie once talked over dinner about a romance book they read with a shifter in it. A guy who turned into a fucking werewolf, which made no sense to me whatsoever. They were talking about how hot it was that the hero knew after one sniff, one lick that she was his.
I’d rolled my eyes at the time, but maybe there was something to it.
Because in this moment, I felt feral. I wanted to bite her, claw at her. Mark her. And her scent? Her taste? This woman was mine.
I’d have a good time showing her that. Hell, we’d have all the time in the world for getting to know each other. Getting to know each other’s fucking names.
But now? She was mine and that was all I needed to know.
Besides, I had to fill that bingo card for her. Kissing her pussy and taking the panties.
Panties first, because I wanted her leg over my shoulder. I wanted to be smothered in her cream. Coating my scruff. My fingers. My tongue.
I slid the panties down her legs, careful to get them over her boots. She lifted one foot, then the other, helping me rid her of anything that was going to get in my way. I couldn’t help but sniff them, feel how wet they were with the tip of my nose.
I couldn’t help but smile as I tucked them in my back pocket.
“Think you can keep quiet, red?” I murmured.
“Yes,” she whispered, nodding her head and looking down at me. “Why do you call me Red?”
“‘Cause I bet that’s the color of that little thatch of hair over your pussy,” I said, hooking one thigh and setting it over my shoulder.
She gasped.
“Shh, or I won’t put my mouth on you.” I kissed her inner thigh. “You want my mouth?”
One hand braced against the wall, the other grabbed my hair. “Fuck, yes,” she replied, a little loud for trying not to let anyone around the other sides of the building hear.
I couldn’t help but grin.
“You gotta be a good girl and keep quiet.”
“I’ll be a good girl,” she told me.
Fuck. Me.
“Yeah, you will.” Then I put my mouth on her. Flattened my tongue and licked her from entrance to clit, then again.
Her hips rolled when I flicked over her clit. Her body stilled when I added my fingers, slipping one inside. She was so wet that I slipped all the way in.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I whispered against her clit as she milked my finger.
If she was this snug with one digit, she was gonna strangle my big dick.
“Don’t stop.”
Stop? A tornado couldn’t rip me away from making her come.
And she was close.
Working my finger in and out, I waited for her reaction and when she clenched around me and moaned, I knew I’d found her g-spot, or at least a spot inside that she really, really liked.
I put pressure there as I flicked her clit, left, right, over the top, again and again.
She rode my face, her fingers gripping my hair so tightly I wondered if I’d have bald spots later.
But I knew the second she came because three things happened at once. She stifled a moan so raw my dick spurted pre-cum, her pussy clamped down on my finger, and she drenched my palm.
She was so perfect like this. So gorgeous. Wild. Free. I’d fucking done this to her.
I was fucking proud of myself and I hadn’t even gotten my dick out of my jeans.
When the little ripples came to a stop around my finger, I slipped it free and set her foot back on the ground. Using the back of my hand, I wiped my mouth. It wasn’t gonna do much, my whiskers were coated in her, wet with her need and ripe with her sweet scent.
I pushed to my feet, her skirt falling back in place, covering the prettiest, tastiest pussy ever.
“Before I take you home and fuck you through my mattress, I think we should introduce ourselves, don’t you?”
She tucked her hair behind her ear and licked her lips. Nodded.
“Cam Wilder. What’s your name, red?”
The relaxed, sated pose she had, as if the building was the only thing keeping her upright, was gone in an instant. She pushed off the wall, crossed her arms over her chest and the whites of her eyes grew huge in the harsh light. “What?”
“Cam Wilder.”
“Oh my God.” She looked left, then right, then surprised the hell out of me. She bolted toward the front of the building faster than an Olympic sprinter.
What the fuck?
It took me a second or two to process that she was literally running away for my feet to catch up. My dick was so hard in my jeans it hurt to walk.
“Wait!” I called.
Turning the corner, I was at the front of the bar.
Unlike where we’d been, the exterior lights were bright, full of neon colors.
The lot was busy and patrons were entering and leaving through the front doors.
The music was pumping, too. It was as if the quiet bubble of just a few minutes ago had been popped.
Especially since I lost her. My gaze scanned the bar patrons and didn’t see her. I looked further into the lot, filled with pickups and SUVs. Nothing. I went back inside, saw her friends still at the same table without her.
She was gone.
My woman, my sweet little red, was gone. I didn’t know her name and all I had was the scent and taste of her. My fingers were sticky. Lifting them up, her arousal coating them was the proof that I wasn’t losing my fucking mind.
I froze, staring at my raised hand. Because in the bright lights of the front of The Roadside, it wasn’t just her sticky cream that coated them, but blood, too.
Either Red was on her period, which I doubted, or… holy fucking hell… I popped her cherry.