Chapter 32 Cami
CAMI
For someone who hadn’t actually been imprisoned, I was loving every minute of my freedom. On Monday morning, Kyle dropped me off at the The Thirsty Horse after only two mentions of safety precautions. I bought coffee for Doc and me and walked to the clinic on my own.
At lunchtime, Gina and I walked to the smoothie shop a block away.
That evening, Kyle dropped off dinner—left over from his grilling extravaganza—for my staff.
He told me they had scrubbed the blackmail material Scott had used against me from his computer.
I threw myself into Kyle’s arms and asked if—now that the danger of the videos ruining my life was over—we could agree to never speak of it again.
He agreed enthusiastically. He stayed for half an hour longer and we shared dinner in my office, then he kissed me goodbye.
And late Monday night, after more than two weeks, I climbed the stairs to my apartment by myself. Sleeping alone was no great treat, but I even enjoyed missing Kyle.
Tuesday night after work, Gina, Darla, and I took Ally out to dinner.
Her bruises were already fading, a perk of youth.
Understandably, her peace of mind wasn’t recovering as quickly.
After my three companions reminded me that Ally was twenty-one and not a minor, we stopped by The Thirsty Horse for a nightcap.
By the time we walked back to the clinic parking lot, it was well past dark. We hugged, and Gina and Darla headed for their cars. Ally hesitated. I didn’t blame her for disliking the thought of driving home alone on unlit back roads, after her ordeal.
“Hey.” I linked my arm in hers. “I have it on good authority that my sofa is very comfortable, I have a T-shirt you can borrow to sleep in, and I always have new, unopened toothbrushes on hand for emergencies.”
She smiled. “I’ll bet you do. But I should go. I can’t be afraid forever.”
“You won’t be. But you’re allowed to be a little bit scared for a while.
” I took a step toward the building. “Come on. I’ll open some wine, you’ll call your mom so she doesn’t worry, and we’ll catch up, just you and me.
I can tell you about all the fun stuff you have to look forward to in vet school. ”
“Okay.” She agreed. “But I don’t need to hear the story about the cow who crapped on you.”
“Oh, that was...” I grimaced. “Did Gina tell you about that?”
Still arm in arm, we entered the building and I reset the alarm behind us. An hour later, after a glass of wine and some lighthearted conversation, Ally was curled up on the sofa.
I crawled into my bed. My big, quiet, lonely bed.
This was the most time Kyle and I had spent apart since meeting, and the second night in a row I’d spent without him. He was giving me space, which I appreciated. But I also missed him. I texted to ask whether he was still awake. My phone rang thirty seconds later.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey, yourself.” His voice was low and sexy. A little bit sleepy. I pictured him lying in his bed, naked, his hair tousled. “Did you have a good evening?”
“Very good. But now I’m in my bed and I’m so lonely.”
“Someone sounds horny. Did you call me for phone sex?”
He wasn’t wrong about my affliction, but I blushed at his suggestion.
“I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”
“I’m kidding,” he said. “And I’m happy to hear your voice, even if it isn’t telling me how wet you get when you think about my big, hard cock.”
Need shot straight through my body and throbbed in my clit. And now I was both thinking about his big, hard cock and getting wet. I wondered what other dirty things he would say if I took him up on his offer.
I shook my hands and blew out a long breath. “Behave yourself. I called for an entirely different reason.” Sort of. “A few days ago, someone mentioned something about a first date. If you’re still interested, I thought we might make that official. I happen to be free tomorrow night if you are.”
“Tomorrow night. Hmm.”
I hadn’t considered the fact that he might be busy. My happy mood dampened when I realized I might have to wait longer to see him.
“It’s kind of short notice,” he continued. “I had plans to wash my hair. And Bella and I were going to start binge-watching a new TV show.”
I grinned. “Smartass. Are you interested in going on a date with me or not?”
“Totally interested. Beyond interested. Just tell me when to pick you up and where you’d like me to take you, unless you want me to plan it.”
That sounded intriguing, but we could save that for our second date. “Six p.m., but we’ll be staying here. I’ll order take-out from Giovanni’s.”
“Pulling out all the stops. Are you trying to get into my pants?” He dropped his voice to a sexy whisper. “Please tell me you’re trying to get into my pants.”
“Always,” I whispered back.
He wooted. “And what can I bring to this date, other than my big, hard—”
“You can bring that last bottle of wine from your wine cellar.”
“That bottle is no longer a lonely only. I bought a whole case earlier today.”
“Did you? Expecting company?”
“Always,” he said.
If I didn’t hang up soon, I was going to ask him to tell me more about his big, hard...
“Good night, hero,” I whispered.
“Goodnight, gorgeous.”
After we hung up, I tried in vain to fall asleep.
Despite how silly it sounded even to me, I was excited that Kyle and I were officially dating.
I tossed and turned and tangled myself in my sheets as I thought about the way our happy evening would end.
I had no doubt my first date with Kyle would be the hottest one of my life.
Kyle and I lay beside each other on the pile of blankets I had spread out on my rooftop, while Bella dozed in a distant corner.
The building was only three stories high and the light pollution of downtown meant the view included far fewer stars than we could see from his house, but it was peaceful here late in the evening as the town went to sleep.
On our first pre-planned, asked-and-accepted, official date, we’d talked about wide-ranging topics, with the added benefit of already knowing so much about each other’s lives.
Now we were silent, holding hands, breathing in concert.
We’d polished off the better part of a bottle of wine with dinner, and my lowered inhibitions, combined with my soaring libido made me bold.
I turned onto my side and whispered, “What are you thinking?” I moved my hand on top of his jeans and gripped his erection. “Ah, that answers my question. How long have you had this condition?”
He was grinning. “Since you started it with that call last night, and I think you know it.”
I rubbed him and he groaned. “I’d love to finish what I started.”
He rolled onto his side and gave me a long, lingering kiss. “I love it when you’re this horny.”
“I’m always this horny around you, but I have missed you.”
“You don’t know how happy that makes me.” He slipped his hand down to my breast and teased me through the thin cotton fabric of my dress. “Seeing you in this only made my condition worse. Do you know, without a bra under this, I can see the outline of your nipples?”
“Why do you think I wore it without a bra? But you know the secret to pulling off this outfit?”
He sucked in his breath as I stroked him through his jeans. “No. What is it?”
“Going commando.”
He widened his eyes. “You didn’t.”
I lay on my back and propped my hands behind my head, then parted my knees. “See for yourself.”
With a wolfish grin, he ran his big, warm hand up one thigh, massaging me as he went. He slid his finger over my clit, then sank it inside me, stroking me from the outside with his thumb. He grunted. “Christ, you’re so wet.”
I was panting now. “The way you do that, I’m also so close.”
He kissed my mouth, then my neck, then moved down to nip and tongue one nipple through my dress. “Like you, I like to finish what I start.”
His fingers and thumb moved in perfect rhythm, creating friction and heat that pulsed through my body. I arched against him, begging him to thrust harder and deeper.
He pushed my dress above my hips and kissed his way down my belly, teasing me with small licks. The thought of his mouth on my pussy made me buck. The pressure between my legs and in my core was too much. I was already sliding toward my climax, the waves carrying me closer to the edge.
He licked my clit with his firm tongue and set me spiraling.
I gripped his shoulder, his hair, any part of him I could reach.
He stroked me with his fingers, his mouth, his tongue, driving me wild, making me scream his name.
My climax exploded, sending shockwaves to every cell in my body.
I rode the sensation until it pulled me under and drowned me in bliss.
I slowly returned to rational thought. My dress was hiked up to my breasts and my legs were splayed wide.
“Oh, God,” I squeezed my thighs together and put a hand over my face. “I didn’t think to ask whether there are any security cameras that could see what we’re doing up here.”
“None. I wouldn’t expose you like that, Cam. Do you trust me?”
I nodded solemnly. “That’s why I can let go with you, because I do trust you.”
He pulled my dress up over my head and dropped it beside me, staring down at my naked body.
He took off his shirt, then removed a condom from his pocket before pushing his jeans down over his hips.
Next, he removed his boxer briefs and knelt beside me.
He moved to put on protection. I stilled his hand.
“Not yet.” I eased him onto his back. I kissed and licked each of his nipples. “Save that for the second round.”
I pressed kisses down his belly, over his hips and thighs.
I licked the salty drop off his tip. He arched and moaned as he threaded his fingers in my hair.
I let him guide me as I took his length, plying him with my lips and tongue.
He set the pace as he rocked into my mouth.
I gripped his thighs and braced myself to take him deeper with each thrust.
He pulled out of my mouth with a pop. When I looked up at him, his face was hungry, his gaze feral. Keeping my eyes on his, I twirled my tongue around his tip and up and down his shaft, then sucked him back into my mouth, inch by inch.
He fought to keep his eyes open, watching me take him with my mouth. His dick and balls tightened in one spasm, then another and another. He lost the battle and closed his eyes as he jerked hard and filled my mouth with his release.
Much later, after the second and third round, he lay on his back and I curled into his side.
“Hottest first date ever,” he whispered. “I thought we were just going to tongue kiss and do over-the-clothes stuff, like high-school first dates.”
“You did over-the-clothes stuff on high-school first dates?” I hadn’t dated much as a teenager, but I’d never come anywhere close to that, even by a third date.
“Only with willing participants,” he said seriously.
I wondered if I would have been willing if I’d met him when I was that age. I traced my hand across the hair on his chest, lost in the joy of the two of us in our cocoon. “Hey, wasn’t there something you wanted to discuss on our first date?”
“There was.” He propped himself on his elbow and I did the same. “I was wondering what your thoughts are on the “L” word.”
“The “L” word.” My heart stuck in my throat. I played coy to buy myself time to process what he was asking. “There are many “L” words. Can you be more specific?”
He gently pressed his fingers under my chin and held my gaze with his. “Specifically, what do you think about saying “I love you” to someone two weeks after meeting them?”
I licked my suddenly dry lips. “Well, let’s see. Two weeks is probably a little soon. Two weeks and a day, not much better.”
He grinned. “How about two weeks and two days?”
I glanced at his lips, so close to mine. “Now we’re getting warmer.”
He gently pressed his mouth to mine. “Two weeks and three days?”
“Perfect.”
He kissed me gently again, then pulled my body under his and deepened the kiss. When it ended, we were both breathless.
“Dr. Cameron Vaughn,” he said, “Cami, I love you.”
“Perfect timing, Kyle Rogers, because I love you, too, and I want to keep you in my life.”