Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CAM
Sophie squeals the second she sees Maddy and me, dancing over and pulling us both into the chaos. The dance floor is packed, so no one notices when I lay a hand on Maddy’s back, sliding it lower so it brushes the top of her ass.
She stiffens briefly before relaxing into my touch, laughing when Sophie takes one of her hands and spins her around, yanking her into the middle of a circle that includes Tyler and most of my offensive line.
Maddy reaches back and grabs my hand, tugging me with her in a move that has me grinning.
The club lights flash and the music pounds, and it’s a wild mess of bodies and movement and the kind of lightness I haven’t felt in years.
Here, I’m not the widowed single dad and the professional athlete with kids to raise into good humans and teammates I don’t want to let down and a calendar that practically groans under the weight of responsibility.
Here, I’m just a guy who wants to dance with a girl, and I practically laugh at the freedom of it.
No one is paying any attention to who is where and touching who, so I brush my hands low over Maddy’s hips, my eyes glued to the way she dances, the way her eyes sparkle, the sound of her laughter when Sophie does something ridiculous, and the dress that just barely covers her ass.
Maddy reaches back and lays a hand on my thigh, squeezing, and when she goes to pull it away, I bring mine down on top of it, trapping her hand right where it is.
She squeezes again, her hand sliding higher, and I itch to get my arms around her.
Ten minutes later, I get my chance.
“Water!” Sophie yells over the music to Maddy. “You coming?”
Maddy turns around and gives me a sultry grin before turning back to Sophie. “I’m good.”
Sophie glances between Maddy and me, a glint in her eyes that makes me sure Maddy told her everything.
Then she kisses Maddy on the cheek, gives me a sly grin, and dances away, yanking Tyler with her.
Maddy spins to face me, her eyes on mine as her body moves.
I glance around and see that the rest of the team has fanned out around the room, and as if by unspoken agreement, Maddy and I drift to the edge of the dance floor.
The lights don’t seem to reach this corner, and it’s bathed in darkness as I turn my back to the rest of the dance floor, yanking Maddy to me, using my body to shield hers from view.
She slides her hands up my chest as I grip her hips, keeping her close as we move to the beat of the music.
Dropping my head, I skim my lips over the shell of her ear.
“I’ve been waiting all fucking night to feel you against me. ”
Maddy lets out a quiet gasp when I flick my tongue over the sensitive skin behind her ear, her fingers gripping my shirt.
“We should really get out of here,” she mutters, pressing closer and grinding her body against mine.
I hiss out a breath and grip her hips tighter to hold her right where she is.
Lifting one hand to her face, I tilt her chin up and wink.
“I have a better idea.” I see the questions in her eyes, but before she can ask any of them, I spin her around, pulling her back to my chest. Our bodies move together, my hands everywhere—gliding over her hips, her stomach, tracing her ribs up to graze along the undersides of her breasts.
“Shit,” she mutters, one of her hands drifting back to link around my neck and the other dropping to grip my thigh, opening her body up to me. “I really, really like your hands on me.”
Turning my head slightly, I dot a line of kisses along her upper arm.
“I bet you can feel how much I like having my hands on you,” I whisper into her ear, tilting my hips forward so my cock drags between her ass cheeks, snaking an arm around her waist to keep her locked against me.
“I’m rock fucking hard feeling your gorgeous body against mine, thinking of what you have on under this dress.
Counting the minutes until I get to find out. ”
“Why don’t you find out right now?” Maddy asks, turning her head so she’s looking right into my eyes. The mischievous glint in hers almost has me combusting. “Touch me, Cam.”
“Touch you where?” I ask, wanting to make sure I’m understanding her right.
She presses up on her toes to kiss my jaw, her body still moving to the music. “Everywhere,” she whispers, grazing her teeth over my neck. And when she turns back around, grinding her ass against my cock, I lose my fucking mind.
“Dirty girl,” I rasp, curling my body over hers, my fingers grazing her thighs right along the hem of her dress.
“You want me to put my hands under your very pretty dress in this room full of people? Push my fingers inside you and rub your clit until I have to cover your mouth to keep you from screaming?”
“Fuck yes.” She gasps when I dip my fingers under her dress, tracing the insides of her thighs. “Please. Do it, Cameron.”
“So needy for me,” I mutter, dipping my head to press a lingering kiss to her shoulder. “I love it. What my girl wants, my girl gets.”
“Your girl?” she asks breathlessly, twisting her hips to try and get my fingers closer to where I know she needs them.
I dance my fingers just a little higher, squeezing her inner thigh and chuckling when she jolts at the contact. “My girl. When you ask me to make you come on my fingers on a dance floor, that makes you my girl.”
She cranes her neck to look at me, her eyes hazy with arousal. “You make me your girl when you make me come.”
Maddy’s bossy tone makes my dick so hard it’s painful. The way she asks for what she wants and expects me to give it to her. And I will. Anything. I’ll give her fucking anything. “Well then, it looks like I’ve got some work to do.”
Sliding one of my feet between hers, I push her legs farther apart, feeling the heat of her as I glide my fingers up her inner thigh. When I reach her apex and feel nothing but her, I drop my head to her shoulder, letting out a low groan. “Fuck, Wildcat, no underwear?”
She laughs, taking my free hand and tangling our fingers together, pulling my arm tight across her body.
“Didn’t want underwear lines, and I hate thongs with the fire of a thousand suns.
I don’t want anything between my ass cheeks.
” She turns her head, giving me a carefree grin. “Unless it’s your tongue.”
“Oh my fucking god,” I mutter. She laughs again, but when I slide a finger through her slit, gathering the moisture pooled there and using it to circle her clit, her laughter dies on a long, low moan.
“Shhhh,” I whisper into her ear, sinking a finger inside her, fucking her with it slowly as the heel of my hand grinds against her clit. “Those are my sounds, baby. No one gets to hear them but me.”
“Holy shit.” She gasps, her hand tightening around mine when I pull my finger out of her and push back in with two. “This is fucking crazy.”
“It is,” I rasp, leaning in to drag my tongue down her neck.
When I reach her pulse, I suck lightly as I bring our joined hands up to loop her other arm around my neck, gliding my hand back down her arm and smiling against her hair when she shivers.
“But that’s exactly how you make me feel.
Fucking crazy. Like nothing in my life will ever be right if I don’t have you. ”
The song switches to something with a low, sultry beat. Our bodies move in tandem with slow rolls of our hips as my free hand roves her body, cataloguing every dip and curve, every spot that makes her moan and gasp as I work her over.
The dance floor is packed, and somewhere a fog machine goes off, bathing the space in a smoky mist that creeps and curls around our legs.
The lights flash and glow, and someone bumps me from behind, but I notice none of it.
Because Maddy is grinding her hips, trying to get my fingers deeper, and she tugs the hair at my nape.
Low whimpers fall from her lips, and she’s whispering my name like a plea.
“That’s it,” I murmur, sliding my arm around her waist to lock her body to mine as I curl my fingers inside her, roll my thumb over her clit. “Ride my fingers. Take what you need from me. Need me, Maddy, because I need you. I need you so badly. I fucking ache for you.”
A bead of sweat drips down Maddy’s throat, and I lean down to lick it, following its path back up her neck with my tongue, gliding my nose over her jaw. My thumb moves in slow circles and I push my fingers deeper, tapping the spot I know will send her flying.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, her head dropping back on my shoulder. She turns her face into my neck as her hips move frantically. “Cameron. I’m so close.”
Maddy’s hoarse voice has me lightheaded, cock growing impossibly hard at the feel of her body tightening, trembling, dangling right on the precipice.
“Come for me, Wildcat,” I growl into her ear, thrusting my hips against hers, needing the friction before I lose my damn mind.
“Come all over my fingers right fucking now.”
I curl my fingers one last time, and she comes on a low cry, the evidence of her arousal pouring into my hand as her body shakes against mine.
I keep my fingers deep inside her, my thumb slowly strumming her clit until she collapses back against me, her breaths coming in fast pants.
Lifting her head, she twists to face me, and her hazy eyes, along with her damp, sweaty face have possession roaring inside me.
“Holy shit,” she gasps. “Holy fucking shit.”
Holy shit, indeed.
With our eyes still locked, I pull out of her, holding my fingers in front of her face. “Open.”
Maddy’s eyes flash but she obeys, and the second I slide my fingers into her mouth, she closes her lips over them, sucking hard and twirling her tongue over the tips with a moan that has me so close to the edge I wonder if it’s possible to come entirely untouched.
Unable to wait a second longer, I pull my fingers out of her mouth and crash my lips to hers, thrusting my tongue into her mouth to lick up the remnants.
I groan as her taste explodes on my tongue, and all I can think is more.
I need so, so much more. And when Maddy drops one hand from my neck to reach between us and palm my dick, I go to another dimension entirely.
“We need to get out of here,” she mumbles, sucking my tongue into her mouth and giving me a long, slow stroke over my jeans that has me literally panting.
“Now,” I mutter, spinning her around and gripping her face in both my hands, licking along her bottom lip before I slam my mouth back to hers in a filthy fucking kiss that I feel all the way to my damn toes. “We’re leaving now. Home. Naked. Very, very naked as soon as possible.”
Maddy nips at my lip and I groan again, my cock leaking like a goddamn faucet. I’m holding on by a thread, and she knows it because she pulls back and grins. “Your place or mine?”
“Mine,” I grit out, closing my eyes and taking a long, slow breath to get my shit under control.
Not an easy thing to do with music pounding and strobe lights flashing and bodies everywhere.
“Tonight, I’m fucking you in my bed. Not in a hotel or against a wall in your parents’ house or on a damn dance floor.
At my house. In my bed. Right where you belong. ”
Maddy presses up on her toes and kisses me. It’s light and sweet and gives my body a chance to cool down from its inferno. When she pulls back, her eyes are soft, a small smile pulling at her lips. “So, take me home, Cam.”