Chapter 32
CHAPTER 32
F eenin’
Maribel
I sit with my back against the headboard of my bed while Cam is standing shirtless over by the window. He’s been standing there for a minute, rolling two L s while he seems to be lost in thought.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask as I sit with my knee bent, rocking it from side to side.
Cam looks over his shoulder at me and knits his brows. Then he shakes his head without saying a word. My curiosity is piqued as he turns back to the window and returns to his task.
“You know that says a lot. I know you better than to think you’re not thinking.”
“I didn’t say I wasn’t thinking, baby,” he murmurs.
I smile. It still makes me giddy to hear him use the endearment toward me. My stomach drops and does all types of weird things.
This thing between us has been going on for two weeks now. He’s at my place anytime he’s not in class, at a game, or at practice. It’s so hard not acknowledging him when he’s with his brother picking Nicole up from class.
However, I always know once his brother and Nicole get to wherever they’re going, Cam is going to double back to me. I get that, for some reason, Cam needs to be with his brother all the time. If he’s not with him, Dakota is.
I haven’t asked because I figured that’s Cam’s one secret he keeps from me. Knowing how protective he is, I don’t want to pry. I trust that if he wants me to know, he will tell me.
“You want to order from that new Italian place later?” he asks, changing the subject.
“Sounds good. I’m all egg rolled out. I could avoid Chinese for a month.”
He scoffs. “Now, I didn’t say that. I’ll probably stop by there on my way home.”
“Seriously?” I allow my gaze to travel over his muscular back down to his tight ass in his jeans.
As much as he eats, I don’t know where it all goes. His body is the picture of perfection. All that silky smooth skin over those tight muscles makes my mouth water.
“I’m a big boy. Besides, I plan to burn off plenty of calories before I leave here.” He turns to me and winks.
“What party are you supposed to be at this time?”
I know from Nicole that he’s been telling his brother that he’s been out partying all the time, but he’s not partying. Not unless you consider beating the brakes off my pussy a party.
“Hamilton was going on and on about some party. Cal assumed I was going with the guys. I didn’t correct him.”
“Who knew you were going to become an anatomy major at the last second of your collegiate career?”
Cam laughs as he leans his butt against my desk and looks me over like he wants to devour me. I smile as I notice the growing bulge in his jeans.
This man has become an addiction for me. It’s not just sex though. We have so much fun hanging out together.
He keeps my mind off the bullshit. I know we both enjoy it when Dez calls while Cam is eating me out. It’s like Cam does it on purpose.
He knows when it’s time for my calls from Dez and right before, he gets me worked up and ends up with his blond head between my thighs. Each time I answer Dez and act as if nothing is going on. However, after the last time, I don’t think we should do that again.
I almost screamed into the phone at one point. Cam had his face buried so deep in my honeypot and he was doing that thing with his fingers and tongue. I was ready to come out of my body and just barely managed to get off the phone before I gave myself away.
“Have you thought any more about what I said about running away together?” Cam asks, pulling me from my thoughts.
I lock gazes with him. Looking into his eyes, I know this is what he was really thinking about. My heart begins to race a little.
I focus on anything but his eyes as he stares through me. His playlist is once again playing in the background. I’ve given up on trying to school him on other groups. His obsession is real.
I actually don’t mind it anymore. It is what it is. I’ve accepted it as a part of Cam.
“Huh?” I reply.
“At the beginning of the semester, I said I would take off with you. Have you thought any more about what I said? Would you consider it now?”
“I thought you were joking. You have your family and everything here. You can’t just run off with me.”
“Why not?” He lights up, then pulls the joint from his lips and frowns at me.
“For one, you have your brother. You’ve never said anything, but I get that he needs you somehow. He’s important to you.
“I’m not asking why or what that’s all about, but I get that you’re supporting him in some way. Caleb means the world to you. I would never come between you two.”
Several emotions come to his face as he stands there silently. The air fills with a thick tension and I’m not sure which way this conversation is going to go. He could grab his things and storm out, or maybe, just maybe, he’ll open up to me.
Still not saying a word, he takes a pull from the L in his hand, then tips his head back and blows the smoke out. I do notice he’s bouncing one of his legs. Then as if a string has snapped, he drops his head back down and picks up his phone from the desk.
He taps at it a few times before dropping the phone back on the desk. The song changes and “Feenin’” comes on. Slowly, he begins to stalk toward the bed with the blunt hanging out the side of his mouth.
I watch as he climbs up the bed like he’s stalking his prey. When he gets to my legs, he lifts my bent one and wraps it around his waist. Pulling the blunt from his lips, he leans over me and hovers his mouth over mine.
I open for him to share the shotgun, and he breathes the smoke into my mouth. I moan when he slips his hand under my shirt and palms my breast, flicking my nipple with his thumb. Cam takes my lips and kisses me passionately, but something feels different about this kiss.
“I’ve wanted to tell you something for a long time,” he starts, but my phone rings.
I groan and roll my eyes. People have the worst timing. Sometimes I feel like someone is watching and letting everyone know when Cam is here, so my phone will start to ring and interrupt.
Knowing most times it’s Dez calling to annoy me, I don’t want to reach for my phone. However, I do and I bare my teeth as I see his name on the screen.
Cam huffs and flops onto his back beside me. The moment between us completely shattered. I glance at him as he pulls from the blunt he placed back in his mouth. Good thing there’s another one.
I don’t miss the frustrated and pensive look on his face. Suddenly, he stands and leaves the room. A deep, bereft feeling settles in the pit of my stomach. Shaking my thoughts off, I answer the call.
“Hello.”
“What are you doing?” Dez snaps into the phone.
I jerk my head back and look down at the device. He has some nerve calling me with an attitude as if I’m the one interrupting him. I don’t know why he’s been calling at random times lately in the first place.
“I’m getting some studying done,” I say as I roll my eyes.
He gives a weird laugh. Almost a scoff of disbelief. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Nothing, Maribel. Nothing. You don’t know me well enough to know my limits and expectations.” He sighs like a lunatic.
Then he continues. “This is why I’ll be lenient. I’m sending you a list of honeymoon locations. Pick one. I want an answer within the next twenty minutes. Not a minute more.”
With that, he hangs up. I stare at my phone. I’m not even going to try to figure out what his problem is.
My phone chimes with an email, and I see it’s from Dez. I open the email and find a bunch of links to honeymoon destinations. I’m not about to sit here and waste my time going through them. I want to go on a honeymoon with him as much as I want to marry him.
I count through the top of the list. “One, two, three, four, you’re it.”
Copying the link for the fifth one, I send it back to Dez in a replying email. There, less than twenty minutes. Wanting to forget about Dez and needing to get high, I get up and go looking for Cam.
Hopefully he can fuck my frustration away. I already have a slight high, so I’m struggling to pinpoint what it was about that call that was off to me. A smile comes to my lips as I hear the music playing at the front of the apartment.
However, when I find Cam sitting on the couch with a scowl on his face, I come to a dead stop. I forget all about my nagging thoughts and Dez. I stop in front of Cam and step between his legs as he sits slumped down on the couch.
He sits up slightly and leans in to press his face into my belly. My stomach fills with warmth from the feel of his cheek pressed against me.
I run my hand through his blond locks and close my eyes. For a moment, I allow myself to absorb his presence and the feel of him in my arms. I love you, Cam, I think the thoughts I can never say.
Cameron
I almost told Mina about Cal. Hearing her say she knows there’s something I haven’t told her and that she’s okay with that made me want to spill my guts. Amina is everything I’ve always wanted.
I need to figure things out and find a way we can be together. I don’t want to let her go. She shouldn’t have to marry some old mobster because her father wants her to.
She’s mine. I love her. I think I always have.
This shit is killing me, and I haven’t had to let her go yet. I hate when that asshole calls. I can always tell it’s him.
It’s in her body language and how the mood shifts. I’ve never loathed anyone more in my life. He’s trying to take my world from me, and I hate it.
“Hey, talk to me,” Amina says as I keep my face buried against her belly.
I had to leave the room before I snatched her phone to tell that asshole I was fucking his fiancée. She never wanted him to begin with. She’s mine and he needs to back the fuck off.
However, I’d never do that to her. I see how nervous he makes her. She fears what he’ll do to me more than anything.
For her, I’d take whatever comes my way. I’m not scared of that asshole. He’s a piece of shit in my book.
Not able to say anything I’m thinking, I sit back and pull her to straddle my lap. I palm the back of her neck and bring her lips to mine.
I kiss her with all the passion I feel for her. Placing my hands on her hips, I then push her top up until her breasts are exposed. Breaking the kiss, I look down at her tits and lick my lips.
She tugs her shirt off and tosses it on the floor. I palm both globes and dip my head in to suck each nipple in turn. Amina moans and throws her head back.
“You know I’m never going to be able to let you go,” I breathe against her soaked right nipple.
“Cam, I?—”
I don’t give her a chance to deny me what I want. I take her lips and kiss her until she begins to quake against me as I roll her nipples between my fingertips. She’s been grinding in my lap as I devour her mouth.
She reaches for my jeans and releases me as I continue to kiss her. Breaking the kiss, she stands and steps out of her leggings. I push my jeans from my hips and kick them from my legs.
I groan and drop my head back as she gets to her knees and starts to blow me. My heart is hammering. She’s the only one who can do this to me.
“Fuck, baby. Your mouth is amazing. Suck that shit, I want to come in your mouth,” I hiss.
She grins around my cock as she looks up through her lashes at me. I grow harder as she pumps her hands over me and soaks every inch of me. My eyes widen as she grips the base around my shaft and holds it tight as she slurps and bobs over me.
I rock my legs back and forth as if that’s going to help me not to come. It’s all I can do to keep from grabbing her head and holding her in place as I pump my hips into her face. Not that she would object; I think she loves that shit.
I just want this to last. I lose my shit every time she looks like she’s enjoying the fuck out of sucking me off. She lifts her head to take in a breath and spit bubbles form in her mouth as salvia connects from her lower lip to the tip of my length.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck. Come here. I need you to ride me.”
As she stands, I reach for my pants and grab a condom from the pocket. I put it on quickly before she settles over me. I hold myself up with one hand and place the other on her waist as she lowers onto my pulsing, waiting erection.
“Cam,” she cries out as she rolls her head back.
I guide her hips up and down as she begins to ride me. Her tits are bouncing in my face as she rocks her way to pleasure. Leaning to the side, I look down at her ass as I spread her cheeks and start to pump into her from beneath.
“Fuck, you’re so hot. You enjoying that dick, baby? You want that hard cock in your mouth again? Does my baby want to taste her tight pussy on me?”
“Yes, Cam. You’re driving me crazy. I want to suck your dick until you come down my throat. I want to taste your cum inside my mouth.
“Fuck me like I’m yours and only yours,” she screams.
My heart swells. I want her to be mine and only mine. The thought of having just that makes me tighten my grip on her ass as she rocks and gyrates her hips. As she bounces on me with more enthusiasm, I palm her breasts and squeeze them.
I begin to swell inside her. I reach for her ponytail to tug her head back as I thrust up into her. I feel her tightening around me while she comes all over me.
I bury my face in her neck and breathe her in as my own release hits me. I’m breathless as I kiss all over her neck and shoulder.
“We can do it. We can run together. Promise me you’ll at least think about it.”
“Okay, I’ll think about it.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. She cups the sides of my face and kisses me deeply. I love this girl so fucking much.
She definitely has me feenin’.
Dez
“Fucking whore,” I roar as I slam the laptop on my desk shut and swipe my arms across the desk surface, knocking everything to the floor.
My chest is heaving as I stand staring at the mess. She fucking lied to me. She’s been fucking that motherfucker for two weeks now. I had those cameras snuck into her cousin’s place over three years ago when I learned she wasn’t staying in her dorm.
My little virgin has become a whore for that white boy. He’s been in my pussy every chance he gets. He’s stretching that shit out and she’s allowing it.
I don’t want a whore in my bed as my wife. The women I’ve been bedding here in Cuba are the only whores I want to fuck. Maribel was supposed to come to me pure.
I pull my phone from my pocket. I’m not going to allow this to continue without any repercussions. She has caused everything that’s about to happen.
“Have the jet fueled. I’m heading to New Jersey,” I say into the phone.
I will start with the one who failed me first. It’s time I leave Cuba. My vacation is over.