Chapter Nine Thiago
Chapter Nine
Thiago
I grabbed my phone and looked at my messages. Maggie wanted to meet for dinner the next day.
I can’t, I typed brusquely and hit send as Kam walked out of the bathroom looking lost and exhausted.
It made me want to tuck her into my bed with me, and rub her back until she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
But instead, I said, “The door’s over there,” annoyed by my own thoughts.
It was bad enough, Taylor knowing I’d had a thing for Kam when we were little.
I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten that stupid letter.
Not until it was actually in my hands did I remember what it had said.
“Can I just stay here awhile?” she asked. And I was concerned by what I saw in her. Not just weariness, not just drunkenness, but a sadness that made me wish I could hug her. I wanted to punch whoever had made her feel that way.
“Shouldn’t you go to Taylor’s room?” I asked, watching her walk around to the other side of the bed and collapse there. She was the same Kam as always, doing whatever she wanted, not caring about the consequences, not caring if she’d overstepped a line.
“Taylor hates me,” she said, folding her hands as if in prayer and tucking them under her left cheek. It was all I could do not to wrap my arms around her.
“He’ll get over it.” I said to calm her down, but part of me knew it was a lie.
The fact that we had kissed as kids wasn’t going to sit well with my brother.
We had squabbled over Kamila when we were younger.
He’d get mad that I picked on her; I’d get jealous about that special something they shared.
“It’s not just him. Everyone hates me,” she said.
“No one hates you.”
“Yes, they do. I don’t know why, but it’s like I’ve got a contagious disease all of a sudden. And I don’t care, I swear I don’t. I was tired of having to keep up that image. But my friends just turning their backs on me…”
“If they turned their backs on you, they’re not your friends.”
She looked up at me, and I felt a throbbing in my groin. How did she do it? Those eyes, those lips… I couldn’t take it.
“I’m a bad person,” she confessed. And whatever heat I was feeling turned cold.
“Kam, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“What we did in your car…what I tried to do a few days ago…”
I ran it all through my head. Her standing before me, pulling me in and trying to kiss me. The throbbing sensation came back, and I was dying to take her right there. I looked at the ceiling to try to control myself. “You screwed up. Anyone can screw up.”
“If you were with me and I did that with your brother, would you still see it that way?”
“If you were with me, you’d never feel tempted to do something like that with anyone else,” I said without thinking.
I didn’t want to think like that—Kami wanting me more than she did Taylor—because it probably wasn’t true.
He was better for her, a better person, more fun, more attentive… more everything.
I felt her roll over until her body was right up against mine.
“Have you ever imagined being with me?”
I closed my eyes. Of course I had. Ever since our first kiss those thoughts had never stopped running through my head, not even after I grew up and started dating.
Not even once I had a girlfriend. Kam had always been there.
It was almost scary to me, the way I’d never been able to get her out of my mind.
“No,” I said.
She fell back on the pillow. Now we were both staring at the ceiling.
“I should go,” she said, sitting up. I couldn’t keep myself from grabbing her arm and holding her back.
“Of course I’ve imagined it, Kamila,” I admitted once our eyes had locked and she’d decided to stay there, torturing me like no one ever had before. Longing for something I couldn’t have was painful.
“So what’s it like, in your head?” She asked so gently it threw me off.
“I imagine us in this room.”
She gulped, and I wanted to run my tongue along her neck, feel her heart rate quicken. I wanted to slide my hand under her skirt and touch her until she was desperately screaming my name.
“Why here?” Her voice was low.
“Because we do it over and over, I never give you a break. I make love to you until you can’t anymore, and then, once you catch your breath, we go at it again.”
Stop, Thiago, an inner voice was telling me.
“Why are you telling me this?” she asked.
Because I want you more than anything in this world. “You wanted to know.”
“I guess I shouldn’t have asked.” Her voice was soft as she looked away briefly. “Did I really mean so much to you way back when?”
It took me a second to understand that she was referring to the letter. “Kam, you still mean that much to me.”
“I do?” She seemed surprised.
I pulled myself up and couldn’t help but tuck a lock of blond hair behind her ear. She trembled even from such a simple touch, and I wished she were mine. “Did you really not know that?” I asked.
“You hated me just a few weeks ago.”
“I can hate you and want you at the same time.”
“Do you still hate me?” she asked, blinking in confusion.
Her lips were hardly an inch from my face, and the urge to kiss her was practically irresistible. “I’ll hate you as long as I’m not the one to tell you good night, pick you up at your front door, kiss your lips, or touch you until you come…”
“Thiago, please.” She put a hand over my mouth to keep me from talking.
“Kam, you better not touch me because if you do, we’ll fuck things up.
” But it was too late, we couldn’t stop.
I held her wrist where it was and then ran the tip of my tongue gently over her delicate skin, scratching her with my stubble.
I tugged her hand toward my mouth ever so slightly, kissing my way up her arm, past her elbow.
We looked at each other for a few seconds, and it felt like hours had gone by, hours during which she was conflicted and I was trying not to let myself think about anything except her, there with me, in my bed.
She slowly lay down next to me, and I took it as an invitation.
My kisses continued up her sweet, tender neck, where I could feel the blood pumping in her veins beneath her caramel skin.
“Thiago…” she exhaled slowly.
“Let me touch you. Please,” I begged. I would throw myself at her feet if I had to, I didn’t care. “It’ll stay between us. I promise.”
She closed her eyes. That had to mean yes.
I moved on top of her, pressing the length of our bodies together. Then I buried my head in her neck, slowly covering her in kisses, like I’d been wanting to do ever since that time in my car. Eventually, when I reached her breasts, I bit her nipples through her costume.
“Did I mention to you how amazing you look in this stupid outfit?”
“What, you want me to cheer for you now?” she joked.
“Shh,” I said, pulling up her shirt to kiss her belly button.
She grabbed my hand and started sucking my fingers. “I could suck something else if you like,” she said.
I couldn’t believe it. But when I looked up, I could see the lust in her eyes.
She pushed me back, I stood up, and soon she was on her knees before me.
I thought she was joking, but her hand was in my pants now and I couldn’t turn back…
She challenged me with her gaze, and I was happy to let her have her way.
She was touching me, stroking me. I put my hand on top of hers and stroked myself too. She bit her lip and leaned in.
“Wait,” I said. I needed to cherish this moment, needed to watch her wanting me.
I knew I’d never get that image out of my head now, and I didn’t care anymore.
She opened her mouth, and I put it in. Was I dreaming?
I closed my eyes and cursed aloud as her tongue passed over the tip just before she took me all the way in.
“Fuuuuck,” I said, leaning my head back.
Then I opened my eyes. Nothing had ever turned me on so much.
And I’d never get this image out of my head.
We locked eyes, and I knew this would become another chapter in the book of Kam and Thiago.
Our story had started long ago, but the question now was: Where would it go from here?
Would there be a climax and a resolution?
Or would it stay here, at the introduction?
I pushed her back and asked, “Where’d you learn to do that?”
Kam just smiled.
“Never mind,” I said immediately regretting the question. “I’d rather not know.”
I reached under her skirt and started touching her over her panties.
Then I pushed the fabric aside, sliding my fingers in softly.
She was wet, and my mouth started watering.
She grabbed my wrist forcefully, and I couldn’t tell if she wanted me to stop or didn’t want to let me go.
I slipped a finger in and out, and she moaned, and I could feel myself getting even harder. “You like that?” I asked.
“Mm-hm,” she said.
And I leaned in and bit her lip. Her arms wrapped around me and pulled me close, and we kissed, our tongues intertwining in an erotic dance. Her mouth tasted like my toothpaste, and it turned me on even more to know she’d had the audacity to use my toothbrush.
She was tense, breathless, and I couldn’t stop touching her. She stopped kissing me to bite down on my shoulder, almost spasming. I pulled back a bit to see if she was all right, but she said, “No, please, keep going” as the last waves of her climax shook through her.
My God… How many nights had I fantasized about this? Making her come, watching her orgasm in my arms. I guided her hand to my member. “Please, touch me,” I said, and she did, and, just as our lips joined again, there was a knock at the door.
We both froze.
“Thiago, can I come in?” It was my brother’s voice.
Her eyes widened, and she jumped off the bed. I looked at her and back at the door and whispered, “Get in the bathroom.” No sooner than I’d said it, she vanished.
“I can’t find Kami,” Taylor said when I opened the door.
“Really?” I felt like a complete bastard.
“I don’t know, man, maybe she went home,” Taylor said, frustrated. “She’s not picking up the phone, or texting me back.”
He took out his phone again, and I had the sudden image of him hearing her phone buzz in the bathroom, so I stopped him and said, “Come on, I’ll help you look for her,” almost dragging him out of my room and closing the door behind me.
But he was so worried I don’t think he noticed my haste as we started down the stairs.
“I was a total jerk,” he said. The music was louder than ever, and the party was really raging now.
“Why do you say that?”
“Your letter upset me, and I blamed her. You should have told me.”
“I know,” I shouted, hoping he could hear me over the music. Everyone turned to look when we appeared. I’d forgotten I didn’t have a shirt on until the girls started catcalling and giggling.
“Thiago, for fuck’s sake, put on some clothes,” my brother murmured, still looking around for his girlfriend.
His girlfriend.
Kam was his girlfriend, and I had just been about to have sex with her in my bed.
“Sure, let me go grab a T-shirt.”
As soon as I opened the bedroom door, I felt a gust of icy air on my chest, and my hair stood on end. My window was wide open, and it didn’t take a genius to know where Kam had gone. I looked out in time to see her slipping through her front door.
Thiago, dammit.
You’re playing with fire.