7. Camden
7
CAMDEN
S he’s spreading rumors about me.
Royal doesn’t know it’s her. The whispers are kind enough to leave her name out of the equation. It’s just my name that’s taking the brunt of it.
Stamina problems.
In other words: blowing my load too early.
What the fuck? Where did she even come up with that?
Half my teammates are sympathetic. They don’t believe it—not to my face anyway. Royal snickered when he showed me the post on social media, and the comments from girls about how sad that was, but he stopped when my expression went blank.
Because I was waiting for the other shoe to drop— Harper —and when it didn’t, I snatched his phone and scrolled through the comments.
Some said maybe I just needed practice. One suggested I just really liked the girl. Or she had some secret talents that made me come in my pants.
In my pants ?
As if.
I ride with Royal back to the house. We park beside another teammate’s huge truck, on the far side, and we grab our hockey gear out of the trunk. He slings his bag over his shoulder, stick in hand, and heads for the front porch.
“What are you doing here?” he asks someone.
I slam the trunk shut and follow, only to stop dead.
And luckily, Royal misses my reaction. His back is to me.
Harper sits on the steps of the porch. Her dark-blond hair is loose around her shoulders, and she’s wearing the same clothes from earlier. The black sweatshirt, the jeans that don’t hug her legs in the slightest. It’s like she’s allergic to stuff that fits her.
She rises, and her gaze moves from her brother to me. Then quickly back to him.
“My roommate is being a bitch.” Her voice rings out across the lawn. “We had a misunderstanding. Argued about it. I was just going to sit at my desk, but then her boyfriend came in…”
My jaw clenches.
“They know you’re not comfortable with sex,” Royal says, just barely audible. “She’s using it against you.”
Harper lifts her chin. “I’m not a prude.”
“Of course not.” Royal gestures. “Let’s go inside. You can hang out. Spend the night. Whatever you want.”
She lets out a sigh and accepts his offered hand. He pulls her to her feet and guides her onto the porch ahead of him. The door is already unlocked, our other two roommates having arrived already.
She’s his sister.
His younger sister.
I should not be thinking about her pussy. Or her mouth. Or her nipples.
Gah.
“The only way the roommate won’t run her off is if she stands her ground,” I blurt out. “Maybe she should just go back.”
Royal glares at me. “Seriously?”
I lift my shoulder. “What?”
“Not helpful, asshole.”
I press my lips together. She takes a seat in the living room, at one end of the couch, and Royal and I both go upstairs to drop our bags in our rooms. Royal heads down the hall and disappears into the bathroom.
I go downstairs.
She’s on her phone, scrolling with her lower lip caught between her teeth.
“You think you’re clever?”
Her head jerks up.
I approach and stand over her. “You think being here , close to him, will protect you?”
“No. I just don’t have anywhere else to go.” She pushes off the couch, rising, and our chests brush. She has to tilt her head back to meet my gaze. “Your problem isn’t mine.”
“My only problem is you.” I lean into her slightly. The feel of her breasts pressing through the fabric between us is… enjoyable. Distracting. “And if you’re a prude, then I’m a saint.”
Her expression flashes. Anger, then suddenly, calm.
Stoicism.
At the sound of footsteps on the stairs, I take a large step back. I move around her and go into the kitchen. I adjust my dick in my pants, instantly annoyed it woke up for her. I busy myself in the fridge, searching for something to occupy my brain and hands.
Royal enters, and I glance over.
Calculating.
“This roommate of hers seems like a bitch,” I say.
He frowns. “You just said she should work it out. Stand her ground or whatever.”
“Yeah, well.” I shrug. “Maybe you just offer your baby sister the extra room.”
It’s at the back of the house, it’s small, and it only has one window. The others all have at least two, and they’ve got more breathing space. The owner of the house, who leases it to us through the school, didn’t want to deal with someone complaining about it.
But technically, it has a closet. It’s considered a bedroom.
“Maybe,” he hedges. “Not sure I want her around you heathens.”
I roll my eyes.
“It’s not you I worry about,” he assures me. “It’s everyone else.”
That doesn’t make me feel shitty or anything. I grab a beer and toss it to him.
“I’ve got a paper to work on before I pass out,” I say. “Have fun babysitting.”
He scoffs, but I’m already gone.
I had a fifty-fifty shot, and tonight, the odds are in my favor.
Royal has passed out on the couch, and his sister is, presumably, tucked away in his bedroom. I make sure he’s actually asleep, listening for the deep sounds of his almost-snores, then tiptoe back upstairs.
I open his door and step inside.
Close it behind me.
Lock it, just to be safe.
I can blame it on Harper if I need to. The blinds are shut, but little dots of warm light from the street come in and create a path across the bed. Across Harper’s bare leg. One is on top of the blankets, the other hidden under it.
She’s on her stomach. The bare knee is brought up on her side.
My heartbeat picks up speed. I approach and climb on the bed, hovering over her. She’s in panties and a t-shirt.
She doesn’t wake up at the dip in the mattress.
Like this, her lips parted, her breathing slow and even, she seems too peaceful.
She’s a beautiful little butterfly, wings wet from emerging from her cocoon, and I am the spider.
All at once, I drop my weight onto her. My hips press to her ass, my knee keeps her calf from sliding down. My dick goes stiff immediately. I run my hands up her arms, finding her wrists. Holding them down.
And my mouth finds her ear.
She startles awake, and at the first thrash, I sink my teeth into the shell of her ear.
She stills.
“You’ve got some instinct, after all,” I breathe. “Pity, I was hoping for more of a fight.”
It takes me saying it to realize it. I want her to fight me. I want her angry eyes. I want to make her .
“Now we’re going to find out if last night was a fluke,” I continue. “If the voyeurism did you in, or me .”
I release one of her wrists and trail my fingers down her side, shifting my weight just enough to get between our bodies. I yank her panties aside and run my finger down her center, and I smile at the wetness that awaits me.
“Stop,” she says in a low voice. “My brother?—”
“Is asleep downstairs. And even if he comes up, the door is locked.” I nip her ear again, and she shudders against me. “Will you yell out to him when he jiggles the knob? Will you pray he puts a stop to this? Only for him to break down the door and see you come on my cock?”
She fights me harder. Her head lifts, knocking into my chin, and I raise my head out of the way. I snicker and withdraw farther, until I’m knelt between her parted legs.
I shove my sweatpants and boxers down and wrap my hand around my cock. I find the condom I brought with me and take a moment to roll it on. There’s some deeper temptation to forego it entirely, to feel her…
Maybe another time.
“Up on your knees,” I order softly. “Head in the pillow.”
She rolls on her back and kicks at me. Her heel lands in my abdomen, and I grunt. I catch her foot and yank.
She slides across the bed. Her other leg comes up, and I manage to grab her ankle. I rise, holding both. I put her calves together, banding my arm around them. Her ass lifts off the bed.
“That the position you wanted?” I tug at her panties, moving the pesky strip hiding her cunt from me.
She pushes at my shoulder, her nails scraping my neck.
“I don’t think you actually want me to stop.” I lean forward, practically folding her in half. My cock is so hard, it pulses with an ache to be inside her. “Otherwise, you’d be yelling your head off.”
There’s an idea . Somewhere isolated. Somewhere I can elicit sweet screams from her.
Her gaze moves to the ceiling.
It’s answer enough. She keeps her hand on my arm. I adjust her legs on my shoulder and line up at her slit.
As I push into her.
Her eyes roll back.
She’s tight. Her muscles grip at my length. Every inch I give her causes a shudder to flutter through her abdomen. I groan through my teeth at the sensation. Halfway, I pull out, then push deeper. Her back arches.
I shove her shirt up, exposing her breasts.
Her nipples pebble.
Fuck me twice .
Finally, I sink all the way inside her. I stay there for a long moment, adjusting to her heat, to the squeeze of her cunt. I palm her breast and pinch her nipple.
“Look at me.” I wait. Pinch again.
Her gaze comes back.
Her hand falls away from my arm, and instead tangles in the blankets at her side. Her other one moves up and braces against the headboard.
It’s like… I’ve caught her, and now she’s willing?
“You like being thoroughly trapped, hmm?” I draw out slowly, then slide in. “You like there’s no choice in this? You fight, I fuck you hard. You go still… maybe I make you come, too.”
Her lips part. She considers, but I have no fucking idea what’s going on in that brain of hers. When she doesn’t say anything else, I move. My hips jack, and before long, my pace quickens.
Stamina issues, my ass .
My fingers find her clit. She gasps, the sound sharp in the quiet. I work her toward the edge. Her body sways with every thrust. I can’t stop staring at her breasts, and the need to suck her nipple into my mouth, to bite and suck, is almost overwhelming.
I fight it off and focus on the rest. Her smooth calves, her ankles next to my ear. The soft rolls of her belly in this position.
Does she wear the oversized clothing to hide that? The extra padding on her thighs?
It’s unnecessary. She feels more real than any stick-thin bottle-blonde I’ve had before.
“Better come quietly,” I goad. “Or wake the whole house up—then see what happens.”
She twists, her mouth opening. Nothing comes out. No scream, no gasp or whimper. But her cunt suddenly tightens, clenching around me, and I’m the one to hiss out a breath. It’s too much, and I only last another minute. Just when the pulsing inside her eases, I erupt.
I withdraw and drop her legs. She curls on her side for a long moment, then climbs off the bed. Her hair is a mess. Strands have escaped the tie she must’ve put in to sleep, hanging around her face. Carefully, she tucks them behind her ears.
Condom removed, I tie it and hoist my sweatpants and boxers back into place.
“I suppose your kink is that you don’t get a choice in the matter.” I tilt my head. It’s hard to make out her expression in the light. “Do you feel dirtier for it? That you gave in, in the end? Same as last night. You accepted it the second my cock passed your lips.”
She looks away.
I smile, but my insides are writhing. It hits me that I like this, too. The girls who throw themselves at me are boring. They’re tired clichés. But Harper, off-limits, forbidden Harper… she’s fascinating.
“You truly can’t escape me now.”