27. Talia
twenty-seven
Talia
Thick ropes of heat twist around my body like a boa constrictor, tightening its hold every time I move. Panic has my heart rate spiking and a layer of sweat breaking across the back of my neck.
Memories of last night have my eyes flying open.
Cam showed up for me. He rushed to my side because he was concerned. Without worrying about the consequences, he snuck into my room and held me as I cried and mourned the loss of my young patient.
How did I get so lucky?
Cam’s breath fans across my neck as he mumbles in his sleep. It hits me just how much I missed him these last few weeks while he was traveling. I sink into his warmth, my back to his chest, feeling protected, safe, and treasured.
The soft orange light of the sun rising outside my window slowly fills the room as I lie still, wishing I could stay in this cocoon with my big cuddly man.
His hips shift as he pulls me tighter, and his morning wood pokes me in the ass. Try as I may, I can’t stifle my giggle. I wiggle my butt into his crotch again, and my playful movement turns into a roaring fire of lust as his hand splays across my lower stomach, fingers inches from my aching center.
“Stop moving, itty bitty. You’re making me hard, and we can’t do anything about it,” Cam mumbles into my ear .
His gruff, sleep-laced voice hits me like a bolt of lightning. Butterflies flutter in my stomach, the hairs on my arms stand on end like static electricity, and heat shoots directly down to my pussy.
I hum low in my throat. “Says who?”
“Feeling bold, are you?” Cam grazes his lips across the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“Maybe?” I shrug, tilting my head to give him better access.
“I like you frisky first thing in the morning. I could get used to this.” He licks the length of my neck before biting my earlobe.
Waves of heat ripple through me and pool between my legs. My pussy pulses with the need for him to touch me.
“Yes,” I hiss, grinding my ass into his hard cock.
“Nuh-uh.” His hand moves from lower stomach to my hip, and he digs his fingers into my flesh—a show of his strength and power. I love this sexy alpha side of Cam. “I’m not fooling around with you in your childhood bedroom while the rest of your family is home.”
“Boo. Who knew you were such a boy scout,” I tease.
I roll over, staring up at a sleepy Cam, and run a finger down the ridges of his muscular chest. His eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles down at me.
Damn.
He even wakes up looking hot. A light beard covers his cheeks and chin like he hasn’t shaved in a few days. The hair is softer at this length, and I wonder what it would be like scraping the sensitive skin between my thighs.
My sleep shorts ride up my thigh as I throwing my leg over his hip , I move closer to his body. His cock twitches behind his gray joggers as my heat permeates the fabric separating us.
Like me, he can’t help himself from touching me. Running a calloused hand up the back of my leg and under my shorts, Cam cups my ass cheek and groans. “Fuck, no panties. What are you trying to do to me?”
I massage his thick arm, marveling at the hard muscles that lie beneath his smooth, tan skin. Having a front-row seat to his strength as he scaled the side of my house and into my room last night was something else.
He was my protective Romeo, secretly climbing my balcony to comfort me in my time of need.
Now, my needs have changed. I need him to be the dirty-talking man who makes me come harder than I’ve ever come before.
“I’m not doing anything.” I press my boobs against his chest. My nipples are granite hard as the fabric of my oversized t-shirt scrapes against them.
Cam muffles his laugh. “Fucking little liar.”
I am a liar, but I can’t help it. I can’t get enough of him. His heart. His mind. His body.
“What if I said it was a fantasy to fool around in here?”
Cam grunts. “What kind of fantasy are we talking about?”
“The kind where I have a crush on the older, extremely hot, popular baseball player and no one knows how he sneaks into my room and has his wicked way with me every night.” I swivel my hips and grind against his cock. I can feel every ridge of his thick shaft pulse as I rub my pussy along the enormous tip of his dick.
We haven’t gone all the way around the bases yet, and I am dying to know what it would feel like for Cam to fill me so completely.
“Fuck, you’re killing me.” Cam grunts, grinding his teeth to keep from making any noise.
I place my hand over his hard cock, cupping him over the fabric of his joggers. “Killing you enough to give me what I want?”
He leans forward to kiss me.
I jump back. “No. Morning breath.”
“Like I give a fuck.” Cam slams his lips to mine in one quick move. He licks into my mouth as he grips my wrist and pulls it over my head, then rolls on top of me.
I spread my legs wide, inviting him to take what he wants. My heels dig into his ass as our tongues dance and tangle. I didn’t think I was the kind of girl who would make out with someone without brushing my teeth. But with Cam, there aren’t any rules I wouldn’t break to be close to him. Him laying on top of me, grinding his cock against my pussy as we kiss and dry hump in my mother’s home, is proof of that.
I’d do anything to be with Cameron.
He bites my bottom lip, breaking our kiss. “So naughty.”
“Sorry, not sorry.” I grin at him.
Yup. I’d do anything.
“I am not fucking you for the first time here in your bedroom. We deserve better than that. I’m going to need all night to worship the fuck out of you and your sexy body. I’m going to need hours between your legs, making you come on my face.” Cam kisses my neck. “My fingers.” His fingers find my nipple, pinching it over the fabric. My body bows off the bed at the sweet pain. “My cock.” His hips pump against mine.
A fiery heat courses through my system as his cock bumps my clit. “Oh god, yes.”
“I like it better when you scream my name, baby,” Cam murmurs. His lips brush against mine. “But you’re still in trouble.”
Wait, what?
“I am?” I ask, confused.
Cam rolls us again, curling me into his side as he lies on his back. His fingers make figure eights on my skin. “Hell yes. You scared the shit out of me yesterday.”
Oh.
In my grief-stricken state, all I wanted to do was to curl up in bed and cry. I was supposed to meet him at his place, but the idea of being alone there didn’t feel right. His place has happy memories of us together—it’s our oasis away from prying eyes and the secrets we keep—and I wanted to keep it that way. I didn’t think he would mind when he learned I went home.
I guess I was wrong.
“I’m sorry. I should have called.”
“Yes, you should have. I don’t want you to apologize for being upset and changing our plans. Life happens and plans change. But you can’t hide away without telling me what’s wrong. I was so worried you were hurt or in an accident. I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t get to you. No one knows about us, baby. If it wasn’t for your cousin Sofia helping me sneak in, I would have walked right up to the door and barreled my way into your home and into your bedroom, ruining everything. Not that I give a fuck. There isn’t a person alive who could keep me away if you were hurt or needed me.”
My insides melt like ice in a warm glass of whiskey. Tears sting my eyes. He really loves me.
“I’m sorry, big guy.”
“Don’t cry, my love. You needed a moment, and that’s okay.” Cam kisses me sweetly on the lips. “But I’m still going to spank your sexy ass later.”
“What? Why?”
“For cutting me out, Tals. You don’t know how scared I was when you didn’t text or call. I need you to promise you won’t do that again.”
“I won’t.”
“Never again?”
“Never again.”
“Then I promise to make your punishment pleasureful.” Cam winks at me, and my lady bits go haywire.
I throw my leg over his side and straddle his lower stomach. Hands perched on his chest, I lean down. “I love you, Cameron Miller.”
“I love you, Talia Romero.” His nose scrunches when he repeats my last name. “Maybe someday, we can work on that last name.”
I rear back, my breath catching in my throat as my mouth pops open in shock.
Did he just refer to marrying me?
No. No way. It’s way too soon for that.
Cam watches my thoughts play out on my face. He smirks at me. “Don’t look so shocked, itty bitty. I told you that you were stuck with me.”
“I— Um… Okay, then,” I mutter.
Shouting outside my bedroom shatters our precious moment like a delicate glass hitting the floor.
The door flies open, and a disheveled Sofia rushes in. Her eyebrows reach her hairline as she takes in the scene and smirks. “I tried to stop her, but she wasn’t taking no for an answer.” She points at Cam. “I’m out and good luck.”
Sofia exits with a stifled laugh as her mom zips into my room, catching me in my frozen and compromised state.
Zia Rose grins at me like the cat that caught the canary. Now, I’m glad Cam turned me down earlier. This could have been so much worse because it already looks bad with me straddling him fully clothed.
“You little putana, “ she sings.
Cam’s chest rumbles beneath me. “Watch it,” he growls at her.
I stare down at him. “You know Italian?”
“I know enough. Your brother has been cursing at me for the last decade. I needed to know what he was saying, so I know the bad words,” Cam says in a cool tone.
Zia Rose throws her head back and laughs. “ Mi piace questo. Tanta energia di grosso cazzo .” I like this one. Lots of big dick energy.
Cam glares at her, and I can’t help but laugh. “Easy, big guy. She’s kidding.”
“I still don’t like it,” he grumbles. I don’t know if he understood everything she said, but he certainly understood that she said “dick”.
“My apologies. You two get your asses out of bed and come downstairs. I think it’s time we had a talk.”
“What about my mom?” I chew my lip.
Cam grips my thighs. His touch soothes my nerves.
“She left for the market. Seems we needed some ingredients for a pancake breakfast,” she explains.
“That’s not possible. I went with her to the market the other day, and we bought flour.”
Zia Rose looks over her shoulder with an impish grin. “Seems it was misplaced.” With a mischievous wink, she strides out the door.
“Did your aunt hide the flour?”
“Yep.”
“Do you think she knew I was here the whole time? ”
“Yep.” I sigh.
You can’t get anything past Zia Rose.
“Am I going to be served something that will kill me? Or should I take my chances and jump out the window?”
I stifle a laugh before leaning down and kissing him. “No, and definitely not. You almost fell off the roof last night.”
Cam’s mouth pops open in offense. “How dare you? I was a stealthy fucking ninja, climbing up the pergola and into your room.”
“Okay, stealthy ninja.” I roll my eyes at him and my hips against his cock.
He loves when I give him a hard time. His dick twitches below me as if agreeing.
See?
“No time for that now.” I pat his chest and move to hop off, but Cam wraps his arms around my back and traps me against his body, our lips inches from each other.
“You are going to pay for that, itty bitty. Expect to be double punished later.”
Wetness pools between my legs, and my pussy spasms. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
The air crackles between us as we stare into each other’s eyes. Neither of us backs down in this lust-filled game of cat and mouse.
“Only promises between us, baby. And I intend to fuck the sass right out of you. Right after I make do on my promise to spank your cute little ass raw.”
A moan escapes my lips at his threats of unbridled pleasure. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me. I want to feel every throbbing inch of you inside me.”
The admission has my cheeks blushing, but the way Cam’s hazel eyes darken has me pushing all doubt away. The desire and love he has for me make me feel more confident and sexier than I’ve ever felt.
“Fuck,” Cam groans before biting my lower lip. His thumbs graze the sensitive skin between my thighs and pussy.
So close .
“Yes. Do it. Please.” I shift my hips, imploring him to touch me.
“It’s so fucking hot when you beg. You want me to shove my cock inside right now, don’t you?”
I nod, licking his mouth and tangling my tongue with his, kissing him hard and deep—the way I want him to fuck me.
With one hand, Cam grips my throat, his thumb on my racing pulse. He pushes my face back enough so I can look him in the eye as his other hand inches higher. “Tell me, Talia. Whose little slut are you?” He gives my throat a soft squeeze, waiting for my answer.
“Yours.”
“That’s right, baby. Mine. No one else gets to call you a slut. Only me, your man. Do you understand?”
I nod.
He licks his lips with a wicked grin. “That’s my good little slut.”
My pussy responds, getting wetter at his sweet degradation. There is no one—I mean no one —I would ever let call me a slut. But this man right here? He can call me anything he wants as long as he keeps looking at me like this, with equal parts love and desire. Like I’m his.
His pupils overtake the hazel in his eyes as he slides his thumb between my pussy lips. He gathers my wetness on the pad of his finger and rubs it over my swollen clit in tight circles.
My body responds immediately, winding up tight, ready to fall over the edge. Before I can come, his thumb drifts from my clit to my entrance, and he slides it inside. He pumps his hand up into me, reaching that spot deep inside me that fizzles like a firework ready to burst.
I bear down, ready to ride his finger, when he pulls out and places it in his mouth. He doesn’t break eye contact as he sucks my arousal off his thumb. “Delicious.”
A moan catches in my throat. I’m caught off guard when Cam lifts me off his lap and rolls out from under me and off the bed, leaving me needy and frustrated .
He smirks at me, happy with his little sexy torture plan. He slips on his sneakers and picks up his hat off the floor, before placing it backward onto his head, his thick brown hair flipping around his ears. “Come on. It’s time for breakfast.”
“What the hell, Cam?” I whine. How is he not affected after that?
He points a meaty finger at me. “Feel how frustrated you are?”
I bite back a snarky comment and nod.
“That’s how I felt yesterday when you didn’t call or text.”
Point taken.
While I regret cutting him out yesterday, he has me coiled tighter than a spring and my pussy aching with a fiery need that has the limbic part of my brain screaming for an orgasm. Basically, I’m one raging, horny hormone and that part of me is petty as fuck.
As seductively as I can, I climb off the bed and push out my lower lip. “I’m sorry, big guy. I’ll never do that again.” Then I lift my shirt and flash him my breasts.
Take that, you sexy jerk.
Cam hisses, biting his fist. “Fuck. I love it when you tease me.” He grips his cock and winks at me. Then he struts to the door like a preening peacock and holds his hand out for me.
“So cocky,” I chide under my breath.
Cam hears me with his supersonic hearing, and he smiles widely at me. “You love it.”
I really do, and he knows it too.
I roll my eyes at him, and without hesitation, I thrown on a pair of sweatpants, and take his big hand in mine. We walk down the steps together, ready for the one-woman firing squad we are walking toward.