CHAPTER TWELVE
CAM
GROUP CHAT : CPK FOREVER
Me: 911 HELP: How do u cope when ur boss melts ur brain with a kiss then ghosts you?
Petra: THAT LIPLOCK TOOK DOWN THE OFFICE WIFI. My bro legit paused a meeting to replay it.
Katie: Aunt Debs exact words: When a man kisses like that, darling, you better start stretching, because thats just the appetizer
Petra: What happened to fake dating for views?
Me: WE ARE! Someone needs to tell my vajayjay.
Katie: There was nothing fake about the way he devoured you.
Petra: Or the way you wrapped those legs around him.
Katie: Your whole body must still be buzzing.
Me: Worst. Lady. Boner. Ever.
REECE MIGHT BE DEAD.
Or maybe he simply forgot how to function as a human being.
I should probably check for a pulse, but that would require touching him, and hes currently doing his best statue impression. Like, hasnt moved, spoken, or possibly even breathed since we climbed into this shuttle of sexual tension. Hes angled toward the aisle as if Ive got a contagious disease hell contract through prolonged eye contact.
My hands grip the seat tightly as we navigate this bumpy, nausea-inducing ride down the Maui mountains. Fat raindrops begin to sprinkle against the window glass, trailing down in slow, lazy patterns. The gorgeous coastline stretches before us, and I try to focus on the water instead of acknowledging the wall of frustration radiating from the man beside me. But my brain keeps spinning, kinda like our rotating sex bedreplaying everything thats happened since sunrise.
Will the real Reece Dare please stand up?
Reecethe one from this morningwas different. He was attentive. Present. His laugh was genuine, his smile captivating. The way he wrapped that blanket around us at Mount Haleakal, his chest pressed against my back, his breath warming my neck as we watched the sun ignite the sky. For a moment, I let myself believe he actually wanted to be there. With me.
And dont even get me started on the chat comments. How the fans went absolutely crazy over us, over me It made me feel seen. Important. Like its possible I wasnt just the lackluster videographer hes been criticizing for two years. Maybe I do belong in front of the camera and people would care about the stories I want to tell.
But I totally blew my opportunity to ask Reece to promote my channel. After he confessed, t heres no way I couldve managed these last few years without you. Even now, I Im glad youre here.
Dont ask me to string two words together after that truth bomb.
Did he really mean that?
Does he need me?
A bump in the road shifts me closer to him, and memories of that kiss flood back. Steam was definitely visible on the livestream from the heat we generated in that waterfall pool. How his hands gripped my ass, guiding my movements as I rocked against his
Mierda! I squirm in my seat, trying to dispel the ache pulsing in my core.
And now? Hes over there pretending it never happened, as if fifty million viewers ( and counting ) didnt just witness our full-body, hot as fuck, dangerously erotic moment.
I squeeze my thighs together, willing my traitorous lady bits to calm the fuck down , but that only makes things worse because my entire body craves the feel of him. My shoulders wiggle as the delicious sensation zings through me.
Reeces head snaps toward me, his eyes dark with what seems like irritationor desire. Then, his gaze goes directly down to my tits.
And ohhhhh shit.
Because lets not forget that little detail where I lost my bikini top. Which means I am sitting here wearing nothing but a wet, white DareGirl tank, with my very enthusiastic nipples making a guest appearance.
He stiffens from head to toe. His throat bobs. His fingers flex. And thenhe averts his eyes, jaw clenching so hard I swear I hear his teeth cracking.
So, thats how were playing this?
Kiss me like your life depends on it, grope me so passionately my mind explodes, but then ignore me?
If he wants to be distant and broody, FINE. Two can play that game.
He can sulk in silence while I daydream about all the things his lips could be doingbesides staying shut. Wait, no. Thats not what I meant .
Kais voice takes on a rare serious tone as he stands near the driver, facing us. My friends, if you look to your left, youll see Lahaina town. The fire was one of Mauis darkest days. A lot of you may have seen it on the news, the former capital of the Kingdom of Hawaiiour crown jewellost many of its iconic structures. Countless homes reduced to ashes.
The rain streaks down my window like silent tears as the devastation comes into view. Where vibrant storefronts and houses once stood, theres only emptiness. Charred remnants and hollow foundations stretch toward a gray sky, as if the town itself is reaching out, begging to be remembered. The humidity fogs up the glass, but nevertheless, I can make out the brutal evidence of natures furyblackened walls, twisted metal, spaces where entire buildings simply ceased to exist.
A heavy silence fills the shuttle. Even the newlyweds in the back stop their canoodling to listen.
The loss runs deep , Kai says, the usual swagger in his voice completely absent. Heritage runs deep . But the people here? They are resilient. He draws a breath before adding, If anyone is interested, Aloha Amour Resort partners with local volunteers to help rebuild. We also hold a weekly spiritual ceremony to honor those lost. You are welcome to participate.
I fumble for my phone, trying to capture somethinganythingthrough the foggy, rain-streaked window.
Youre not gonna get a good shot.
Oh, look who decided to speak. Mr. Critical is back, right on schedule.
Really? Thanks for the hot tip, Captain Obvious. I zoom in anyway, refusing to give up. I had no idea windows could be difficult to shoot through. Is that the kind of premium insight that comes with your millions of subscribers?
Why are you wasting your time?
Right, because if it wont go viral, why bother? I know its not another shirtless Will It Explode? video, but God forbid we document something that actually matters.
He opens his mouth to respond, but Im livid. This was somewhere I wanted to visit, but between your aggressive content schedule and Gordons demands, I didnt have time. My voice catches embarrassingly. Do you realize how many people are still displaced? How many reconstruction efforts have stalled because of funding? Some residents cant even get basic services restored because of bureaucratic bullsh
I exhale, trying to steady myself. I I wanted to take some photos. Remind others on social media that this cause still needs attention. These people still need help. Just because its not trending anymore doesnt mean its fixed.
And the pictures would help?
Yeah. Probably I think so. I hope so. You definitely cant know if you dont try. Not everything needs a million likes to make a difference.
For a heartbeat, his expression changeslike Ive caught him off guardand the way he looks at me makes my breath catch. Then, his eyes fall to my mouth, and everything shifts. A fiery anticipation ignites within me, coursing through my veins like liquid sunshine. Every inch of me is alive, yearning for the electric touch of his lips, the rough caress of his hands. His gaze lingers, and I want to reach out, to bridge the gap between us
But Im frozen in place, held captive by his swirling storm of emotions.
Then, as if a switch is flipped, his features harden into that familiar scowl. Well, I dont think blurry rainy photos are going to cut it.
He turns away, ending the conversation, and I do the same. Through the window, Lahaina disappears from view, along with my chance to capture even a glimpse of its story. But its not the missed opportunity that has my blood boilingits him.
How is it that, despite his whole Jekyll-and-Hyde routine, I crave his touch? Seriously, get it together, girl! Yet the torturous push and pull of him is addictiveas if I enjoy being breathless and internally screaming. What kind of dark magic is this?
Somebody call a priestmy vagina needs an exorcism.
***
The raging storm is biblicala darkened sky unleashes its fury with thick sheets of rain, while trees are furiously being battered by the winds. Its nothing compared to the seething storm inside of me. I burst out of the shuttle like a sprinter at the starting gun, desperate to escape the suffocating weight of Reeces silence.
Rain hammers the pavement as guests scramble toward the hotel lobby, where the standing, smiling workers resemble a welcoming committee. Theyre armed with fluffy white towels, ponchos, and those stupid gift bags that probably contain more of Kais sex toys. Wind whips through the open-air space, knocking over flower displays and sending brochures flying in every direction.
I dont stop.
I walk straight through the crowd and right out the nearest door.
I step outside, and the rain swallows me whole.
Its so cold, it steals the breath from my lungs, instantly soaking my tank top and shorts, plastering them to me like a second skin. Water slides down my neck, trailing over my collarbones, pooling in the hollow between my breasts. I sprint through the downpour, my feet splashing through puddles reflecting the violent sky.
I dont care. I need space. I need distance from him.
Cam! Reeces voice cuts through the thunder.
I keep walking.
What the hell are you doing? he demands, his voice closer now.
I whirl around, barely able to see him through the thick curtain of rain. Getting away from you!
Its not safe out here. Lightning flashes, highlighting every ridge of muscle beneath his soaked shirt. You need to come back inside.
Fury explodes inside me. I think youre confused about your role in my life. You are not my real boyfriend. Youre my fake boyfriend. Which means you dont get an opinion about what I do and whether or not its safe.
I may not be your boyfriend, but I am your boss.
Ay, Dios mo! Has it been ten whole minutes already? I throw my arms wide as thunder shakes the ground. Hey, Hawaii! Did you hear that? Reece Dare is my BOSS ! Quick, someone carve that into a totem pole for everybody to read! Oh wait. The world already knows because you never shut up about it!
Reece drags a rough hand down his face, cursing under his breath.
The rain pounds against my skin as I march up to him, jabbing my finger to his chest. Being my boss does not mean you get a say in my personal life.
Were toe to toe, so close I feel the heat radiating off his body. Water drips from his dark hair, trailing down his neck, and my traitorous gaze follows its path. His breathing is sharp and uneven, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
God, I want him to kiss me . To finish what he started in that waterfall.
My skin burns where raindrops hit, every nerve ending alive with anticipation. What would happen if I just leaned in? Would he push me away? Or would he grab me, crush me against him, remind me exactly why I cant think straight when hes near?
The thought of him taking me right here on the rain-soaked grass makes my core clench so fucking hard with need, my knees buckle. I want his hands on my skin, his mouth claiming mine, his body pressing me into the earth while the storm rages around us. I swear I can hear my own heartbeat over the thunder, can feel the charge in the air, buzzing, building, pressing against my ribs as if its yearning to get out.
And Reece? Hes standing there, rain running off his dark, soaked hair. His breathing is measured, as if hes trying to hold something in. His storm-blue eyes flick over my faceburning, calculatingbefore he takes a giant step back, putting physical space between us.
I hear you. His voice is rough. Will you please come to the room and get out of the rain?
Fine. Since you said please but mainly because Im freezing.
When I say freezing, his gaze drops to my chest. The rain has turned my shirt completely see-through, and he doesnt even try to hide his stare at my stiff nipples.
Are you fucking kidding me?!
I let out an exasperated groan and stomp back to the hotel. Im done. Done with this storm. Done with his unreadable grumpy face. Done with his mood swings.
I hear his footsteps behind me as I march down the hallway. Cam, wait
Nope. Not happening. I pick up the pace, a woman marching on a warpath.
Will you stop
Absolutely not. I reach our room first and slam the door in his face.
Two seconds later, the door unlocks.
Real mature. He barges in looking like a wet dream in a bad mood then strides over to stand in the shower area. He snags a towel and starts roughly drying his hair.
I cross my arms, still dripping wet, shivering, and seething with anger.
Finally, he yanks the towel down and glares at me. Youre getting water all over the floor.
Oh, Im sorry. Is my inconvenient wetness bothering you? I guess you better report me to the Housekeeping Police.
He gestureswildlyat the carpet. Youre standing there leaking, while Im over here being a responsible adult and drying myself off.
You want me to dry off? Sure thing, boss. I march over, grab the hem of my tank top, and start pulling it off.
Whoa! What are you doing?
Getting out of these wet clothes that you can see through anyway. I arch an eyebrow. Whats the big deal? Youve been staring at my boobs all day. Youre practically best friends now.
He clears his throat. We both need to change. Lets just not face each other.
Whatever.
We turn our backs to each other, as if preparing for a duel, and I begin to peel off my wet, sticky clothes from my chilled skin. Every reflective surface reveals a different angle of him doing the same. I notice him stealing glances at me too, our eyes meeting briefly in the mirror before shifting away.
In record time, we put on the fluffy white hotel robes, both tying the belts with more force than necessary. Im ready to give him another piece of my mindmaybe mention how that kiss didnt mean shit.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
Reece exhales sharply, rubbing his temples. What now?
I yank open the door and immediately regret it. One of Kais Best Friends beams at me and holds a sleek white bag with a gold ribbon wrapped around it.
Aloha, lovers! he beams, handing me the gift pack. We noticed you didnt take your Rainy Day Pleasure Bag when you arrived, so we wanted to make sure you got it! Also, room service is available whenever you need. And if theres anything else we can do to help you have an orgasmic evening, please dont hesitate to ask!
Thanks, I grit out before closing the door.
I peek inside andMierda!theres another obnoxiously large vibrator. I yank it out of the bag and hold it up like a weapon, gripping it tight and pointing it as I lay down the law.
Thats fucking it! I cannot keep pretending this tension between us isnt making me absolutely feral.
Reeces eyes go huge, his gaze ping-ponging between my face and the vibrator Im waving.
I know this relationship is fakebut the throb between my legs? That shit is very fucking real.
You think youre the only one whos sexually frustrated? I fucking kissed you, Cam.
And thats when it hits me.
The kiss. It wasnt about me. It wasnt some earth-shattering moment of passion where he couldnt resist me anymore.
It was pent-up, sex-starved frustration. Exactly like mine.
I narrow my eyes. Then I propose we do something about it.
Reece goes completely still.
The only sound is the fierce storm outside, wind battering the windows, rain pounding against the glass as if Mother Nature herself is a co-conspirator screaming, Just fuck already!
His voice is tight, careful. Together?
Well, Gordon made it pretty damn clear we cant do it with anyone else.
For the first time, I see his internal battlelogic battling animalistic need.
I dont think its a good idea, he finally mutters, voice gruff, but theres a crack in his restraint now. I can feel it.
Why not? How long has it been since youve had sex, Dare?
He says nothing. That hesitation? Dead giveaway.
You already know my sad story, I say. Six months. You said a while. Fess up. How long?
A year.
Mierda! No wonder you kissed me.
He starts to apologize, but I cut him off. You cant take it back. That kiss happened. And now my poor, deprived, pathetically touch-starved body has officially reached its tipping point. I step forward, tilting my chin up, locking eyes with him. So either you have sex with me, or Im going to fuck myself.
And then something happens Ive never seen in my entire life.
Reeces dick jumps.
Not a twitch.
Not a flinch.
A full-on, fucking leapright under his robe.
I deliberately drag my gaze down. Huh. Thats interesting.
I should go.
Go. Stay. I dont care.
I fiddle with the buttons on the device, finally managing to turn it on. The V-shaped gadget buzzes to life, one end spinning while the other vibrates intensely.
God, what the hell does that do?
Simultaneous clit and G-spot stimulation. I grin, turning it over in my hand, admiring it like a fine wine. Itll get the job done. And then some.
His eyes turn molten.
I step closer. Weve established we dont like each other, yeah?
He hesitates. Uh huh.
So Ill give you the option. Stay, and if you decide to join me, great. I get some extra orgasms.
The vibrator purrs between us, and I switch it off.
But regardless, Im experiencing some pleasure right fucking now.
I strut toward the bed, my pulse pounding, my skin burning with a need so intense its insane. I drop my robe, letting it slip off my shoulders and pool onto the floor like a discarded afterthought. The room chills my bare skin, but Im already on fire, already too far gone. Slowly, I lie back on the massive, luxurious bed, stretching lazily and savoring the cool silk sheets against my flushed skin.
And then I do the most reckless thing Ive ever done in my life.
I spread my legs wide open.
And Reece falls to his knees like Ive punched the air out of his lungs.
Oh my God.
His voice is broken, reverent, as if hes at the pearly gates but knows he doesnt deserve to be there. His fingers tremble at his sides, every inch of him tense and frozen, staring as if he cant decide whether to flee or bury his face between my thighs and beg for redemption.
I grab the vibrator, click it on, and slide it inside myselfnever breaking eye contact.
I c-can w-w-watch?
I smirk, shifting my hips as I press the toy deeper, dragging it slowly, teasing, until a shuddery moan escapes me.
If thats all you want. My voice is breathless, knowing, challenging. Im happy to get off to your gorgeous, tortured face. Seems to be all I think about anyhow.
The second it slips out, my stomach flips. Because shit . Where the hell did that come from?
Reeces breathing stutters; his brows pull together as if hes processing the confession, dissecting it, maybe even tucking it away for later use.
And then the vibrator switches speeds on its own, the sensation turning sharp, insistent. Oh fuck, yes. The words slide out on a ragged moan, my back lifting off the sheets.
Reece growls, slamming his palms onto the mattress, his chest heaving, his fingers digging in. He looks ready to launch himself onto the bed and wreck me.
Goddammit, Cam. I cant. We shouldnt
I press the buzzing device farther in, roll my hips rhythmically to meet the sensation, and moan shamelessly. Finally. This feels so fucking good.
A strangled curse tears from Reeces throat, and before I even register the movement, he rips open his robe, shoves it off his shoulders, and grips his cock in one big, desperate fist.
Jesus.
I knew he was packing, but fuck.
Watching him pleasure himself, muscles tensing along his jaw, abs flexing with each deliberate stroke, his free hand gripping the bed like hes fighting the urge to pounce on me.
Its too much. Its not enough.
Its everything.
Tell me, he grits out, his palm gliding over his thick, hard length. Does it feel warm and deep, like its my cock inside you. Stretching you, filling you?
I shudder, his words sparking an inferno within meheat licking through my core. Yes.
Fuck, youd feel so good, His mouth is close to my inner thigh, hot and teasing, but he doesnt touch me. Would you squeeze me with those hot-as-fuck inner muscles?
I pant through the building pleasure, my thighs trembling. Hard.
His groan melts my inhibitions, urging me to go further than I should.
So hard youd pass out from forgetting to breathe.
His breath hitches, muscles going rigid as he teeters on the edge.
Fuck, Im close.
Me too, Dare.
Reece stands over me, steadying himself with one arm beside my head, his face hovering near mine, so close we could kiss. His breath is harsh and ragged, his cock jolting in his grip, like hes about to detonate all over me.
And God help me, I want to be the one to push the button.
Lets finish together, he growls. Turn it on high.
I dont recall asking you to be in charge.
I think your pussy wants me to take control.
His eyes flash, his smirk wicked, and suddenly, his hand moves. Straight for the vibrator. He switches it to high.
Reece
A sharp wave of pleasure rips through me, my hips jerking violently, my moan breaking into a whimper.
Holy shit, thats intense! I cry out.
Dont turn it down. His voice is low, commanding. You can take it because its how I would fuck you. Now, thrust it harder. I want to come with you.
My hand moves faster, matching the frantic rhythm of Reeces strokes above me.
His hand skims the edge of my pubic bone, the faintest whisper of contact, but he doesnt pull away. His knuckles press against me as he pulls his shaft, hovering over me, his hips jerking forward with every slick stroke.
Reece makes a noise so low, so primal, it skates down my spine like fire.
I pant. Imagine youre inside me. How does my pussy feel?
Its fucking heaven. Soft, wet, perfect. Your velvety walls are squeezing me, hugging every thrust. Its He cuts himself off as his head tilts back, the tendons in his neck pulling taut as he fists his cock harder.
I roll my hips, thrusting the vibrator deeper, chasing that white-hot burn beneath my skin. Im throbbing for you, I rasp.
Jesus, yes. His chest rises and falls in sharp, heavy movements. I bet I would feel you pulsing, baby. You want to come for me right now.
Fuck yes. My voice breaks, my thighs tightening, my movements frantic. I want you harder.
Reece growls, his hand pumping himself in time with my thrusts, his gaze glued to my body falling apart beneath him.
You can have whatever the fuck you want, baby.
And God, the sight of himhis thick, strong frame shuddering, his stomach clenching with every stroke, his cock leaking, as if he cant hold on
I want his come so bad it hurts.
Inside me. On me. All over me.
I want to reach up, grab him, push him in deep, feel the stretch, feel the weight, feel every thick inch of him filling me up until I cant take any more. I whimper, squeezing the toy harder, picturing its his cock doubling down on me.
Reece! Now.
The words barely make it past my lips before I explode, my orgasm ripping through me with violent force, my back arching, a high, broken moan spilling from my mouth as I shatter completely.
Reece lets out a powerful, wrecked groan, his body convulsing, his strokes stuttering.
Camilafuck, yesCam.
Thick, hot streams of his release coat my stomach, warmth spilling over my skin, his lower half shaking, his breath ragged, uneven, his forehead dropping to my shoulder as hes erupting.
My chest heaves, my skin damp and overheated, my limbs weak and boneless.
I reach down, click off the vibrator, my head still spinning, my pulse erratic, the room now thick with our scent of sex and sweat. I turn my head, ready to say something, to crack a joke, to anchor us back to reality before we fall too far off the deep end.
But before I even move.
Reece jerks up, pushing off the bed so fast he stumbles, his chest rising and falling as if he just ran a marathon. He grabs his robe, yanks it around himself, his fingers fumbling with the belt like hes afraid Ill rip it off.
His warm release cools on my skin as his face shuts down completely. I blink, trying to process why hes acting as if hes committed a goddamn felony. Reece, that was
So wrong.
What?
Jesus, Cam. His hand shakes as his gaze darts everywhere but me. Im sorry. Are yougood? I mean, fuck. Are you okay?
Im more than okay. I think thats obvious
Im sorry. He grabs his phone, fumbling with it in a mad dash to exit.
Like he regrets what happened.
So then why did he shout my name when he came?
Before I can say a single fucking word
Hes gone.
And the door slams shut on the hottest orgasm of my life.