Chapter 30 Pinky Promise
Pinky promise
Camille is buzzed. My protective side wants to be around her when she’s like that, just to make sure she’s safe.
Don’t get me wrong—I’m all for her going out and having a great time. If she’d told me no, I would’ve left her be.
But the minute she said yes, I grabbed my keys off the counter and headed to my car.
I pull up at the Tipsy Tap and go straight in, giving Carl the bouncer a nod. I spot her dancing with Danielle.
Camille looks amazing, her dress showing off her perfect little body.
Fuck. I can just imagine taking her home and peeling that dress off her. I’d keep the heels on though. My cock hardens.
Focus, Lucas.
I notice they both have a glass of water in their hands. Okay, good.
I come up behind her and whisper in her ear, “Found you.”
She squeals and spins around.
Then she jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and lands a messy kiss on my lips.
Reluctantly, I pull away, even though I want to keep kissing her. But not like this. I’d never take advantage of her when she’s this drunk.
“You came!” She looks surprised, like she didn’t believe I would.
“You called,” I brush a hand gently against her cheek. “Now let’s go home, Angel.”
She blinks up at me, her eyes clearly a bit unfocused—probably seeing double.
“Okay, but don’t put me down,” she demands, then turns her head and yells down to Dani, who’s still dancing. “Home time, Dani! Let’s go!”
Danielle nods, following us out as I carry Camille to my ute and help them into their seats.
“I want nuggetssss,” Camille groans once they’re buckled in.
And since I’m a gentleman, I make a Macca’s run. They devour their food before we even pull into the driveway.
“Best birthday evaa,” Camille says as I help them inside. Danielle goes straight to bed—I don’t know if she made it to the spare room or Tyler’s. Doesn’t matter. I’m too busy staring at this stunning woman.
“What do you mean, best birthday?”
“It’s my birthhhday!” she cheers.
“Happy birthday, Camille. You didn’t tell me.”
“Oops,” she giggles, covering her mouth. She goes suddenly serious, “I need a shower, but these aren’t working.” She frowns down at her feet, “help me shower, please?” She pouts, giving the best puss in boots impersonation.
I laugh and let out a small huff. I guess I’ll be helping her undress tonight after all, just not the way I want to. I will remain respectful.
I carry her to my room and into the bathroom. Still holding her, I turn on the shower, then gently set her down on the counter.
I start undressing myself until I’m down to my underwear.
“Well I’m lovvvvving this show,” she waves a finger at me. Her eyes are glued to my body. “But I said I needed a shower,” she motions toward herself.
I chuckle. “I’m getting to that. I’m going to keep these on and hold you in there. Your turn to undress—unless you want to shower by yourself?”
I cock an eyebrow at her.
She taps her chin, pretending to think. “Hmm. Only if you promise not to look.”
I nod seriously and hold out my pinky.
“Pinky promise.”
I step out of the bathroom to give her privacy, grabbing a clean T-shirt and fresh underwear for both of us. I leave them on the counter.
Once she’s ready, I carefully lift her into the shower, supporting her so her feet just skim the floor. Her heels must’ve wrecked her feet.
She hums along to “Pink Pony Club” as she washes herself, and I keep my eyes respectfully up, staying true to my word. It tests all my restraint. Having her naked in my arms and to not touch her the way I want to. But I could never take advantage of her.
“All doonnne,” she sings.
I wrap a towel around her and sit her on the counter.
“I’m sleeeeepy,” she mumbles, eyes closed, leaning into my chest.
“I know, baby. Just gotta get dressed, and then I’ll put you to bed.”
She nods and lifts her arms. The towel drops.
Before I can look away, I get a full view of her perfect breasts.
I swallow hard.
I avert my eyes and slide my shirt over her head. Crisis averted.
Still wrapped in my towel, I change into fresh underwear. Then I kneel to help her step into hers, looking away as I pull them up over her hips.
I carry her to my bed, tucking her gently under the blankets. The air-con’s been running, so it’s nice and cool in my room.
“Sleep wif me,” she slurs.
How can I resist her?
I climb into bed beside her.
“Hold me… pleeaaase,” she pats the space next to her.
I scoot closer and wrap my arms around her. She rests her head on my chest and tangles her legs with mine, breathing softly.
“Mmm. So cozy. I like this. I like you…” she murmurs, then kisses my bare chest before drifting to sleep.
“I like you too… Happy birthday, beautiful,” I whisper into her hair, breathing her in.
I wake up the next morning with a little hot water bottle curled into me—Camille, still peacefully asleep on my chest.
Carefully, I roll out from under her without waking her. She’ll need the sleep in today.
I grab my phone from the nightstand and some clothes from the wardrobe, then head out.
I hit the home gym for a quick workout. Tyler’s out running, he tried to convince me to join. But honestly? I couldn’t think of anything worse. If I’m running, it’s not with a group of people.
After my workout, I jump in the pool, then head to the shops to grab Camille a belated birthday present. I’ve always loved treating the people I care about, but I love the idea of spoiling her. It actually makes me feel a bit giddy.
Back home, I go straight to the kitchen. I put the white pot of purple orchids on the bench. The florist told me they’re her birth month flower and that they also symbolise: admiration, respect and appreciation.
I place the wrapped gift box next to them.
I start cooking bacon and eggs for the girls. It’s 11 a.m. now, so they’ll be up soon. When they are, they’ll need a solid feed.
Sure enough, the smell brings Camille in.
“Hey. That smells amazing. Can I have some?” she says, rubbing her stomach.
Even hungover, she’s stunning. She’s still in my shirt, and the sight of her wearing it sends heat straight to my cock.
“Go ahead. I made it for you guys.”
“Are Dani or Tyler up?” she asks, looking around.
“Dani, not that I know of. Tyler’s off doing that running thing.”
She nods slowly. “Oh right, I forgot. Tyler was so weird last night. He punched a guy, Lucas.”
I was surprised when she said that last night, “I don’t understand, why?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t see the whole thing. The guy was kissing Dani, and the next second Tyler punched him. Dani swears they’re not hooking up or anything, but… I don’t know why he’d do that.”
“Huh. I’ll check in with him. That’s not like him.” I scratch the scruff on my chin. “Anyway. How are you feeling?” I slide the paracetamol toward her. “Here, if you need them.”
“Yeah, that would be great. I don’t think I’ve drunk that much in a looong time. I didn’t do or say anything stupid, did I?” She cringes and covers her eyes.
She didn’t. She was cute as hell. She doesn’t need to be embarrassed around me.
Then her eyes drop to the shirt she’s wearing—and widen.
“Did we…? Did you dress me?”
“To be fair, you didn’t do anything stupid. But yes, you asked me to shower you. You started to fall asleep, so I helped. I swear I didn’t look. Nothing happened.”
She exhales, relieved. “Oh. Thanks. Thanks for it all.” She rubs her temples. “It’s coming back in flashes. I was an idiot, and you were amazing. Fuck. I’m never drinking again.”
Danielle stumbles in and collapses on the couch. “Me fucking too,” she groans. She looks like hell.
“That’s what everyone says until the next time,” I tease.
I grab the gift off the bench. “Also—this is for you, Cam. Sorry it’s late but I only found out it was your birthday at 3 a.m. Happy belated birthday.”
“Lucas, you didn’t have to do that. But thank you anyway. The flowers are beautiful—orchids are my favourite. And what’s this?” She shakes the small box beside her ear.
“Just open it,” I grin.
She lifts the lid, and gasps. Her fingers trace the thin golden chain necklace and the delicate amethyst crystal pendant in the center.
“Lucas… This is… it’s beautiful. So thoughtful. Amethyst, for February?” I nod and her eyes well up with tears. “Fuck. Ignore me. I’m emotional because I’m hungover. Just—thank you.”
She walks over and wraps her arms around me. I breathe her in as she rests her head against my chest.
“You’re so welcome. It was my pleasure.”
Danielle groans from the couch. “Lovely. Now my present looks cheap. But hey, at least we got drunk and had fun.”
Her head falls back again and her eyes close. We all laugh.
Camille looks up at me, her beautiful blue eyes still glossy.
I can feel how much this meant to her.