30. Cameron
30
CAMERON
The next two days pass in a blur. My kitchen is coming along nicely. Lizzie came over for pizza and the girls were out of their minds with excitement. It was effortless for her to make Addy and Mackenzie happy. Just being there was enough for them.
Then the girls had another awesome pottery class, and I stayed and watched and couldn’t keep my eyes off her the entire time.
Or stop myself from letting my hand wander to her lower back to rest on the top of her ass. Or steal a goodbye kiss when the girls were washing their hands to leave.
I can’t get enough of her. Plain and simple.
And all we’ve gotten alone together are our nights under the stars where I never let anything go further than making out.
I need Lizzie in my bed but we’ve both been skirting around her coming over for sex when the girls are home. Lizzie feels like everything is so new and doesn’t want to do anything that could jeopardize her relationship with Addy and Mackenzie.
Which is why I’m excited for our date tonight. I get her all to myself while also showing everyone she’s mine.
Which is important, since I caught some of the adults still lingering around after the pottery class, staring and watching the limited exchanges we had. A feeling of possessiveness came over me, and I made sure to look them all in the eyes while I was doing it so they knew that I was claiming Lizzie Montgomery.
My plan tonight is to take Lizzie to a nice dinner and then drive her out to the lookout that all the teenagers used to go to when I was in high school. I have a feeling she was never taken there, so I want to be the one to do it. I want to give my girl as many firsts as I can.
I know what it means to have a girl like Lizzie. I know how lucky I am. And while I also know I played this wrong at first, I’m not letting my past encroach on my future anymore. I want her in my life, and I need to show her just how much.
I have to prove to her that there are no doubts or lingering reservations remaining when it comes to me and her.
* * *
Later that evening, Morgan comes over to watch the girls so I can take Lizzie out on our first official date. My sister is, of course, excited and relieved that I pulled my head out of my ass, and she was ready to give me the silent treatment if I hadn’t fixed things.
“Stay out as late as you want, big brother. Or don’t come home at all. I have things handled here, right, girls?” she says, looking at my overly excited daughters.
“Yep. Auntie Morgan brought candy and we’re going to watch a movie and stay up late,” Addy squeals and jumps up and down. Oh boy.
“You were supposed to keep the candy a secret, Addy,” Mackenzie admonishes.
“Oops,” my tiniest terror whispers under her breath.
“It’s okay, Addy. You girls knock yourselves out tonight and have fun. Just don’t forget to brush your teeth before bed.”
“Daddy, did you buy Miss Lizzie flowers? Because girls like flowers. And if she’s your girlfriend, you need to make sure to give her some, or else she might dump your ass. Auntie Morgan said so,” Addy adds.
I look at my sister. “Seriously?”
“Where’s the lie?” She shrugs.
I sigh and kiss them each on the cheek before heading out the back door to get Lizzie from her apartment. I did not, in fact, buy flowers.
Shit.
I lock the door and head across the yard. I can’t wait to get my mouth on hers and hold her. It’s been less than twenty-four hours since I saw her last, yet it feels like I’m a junkie needing my next fix.
Before I make it to her door, Lizzie swings it open and runs out to me. Our mouths crash, and I hold her against me with my hand on her lower back.
“I missed you,” she whines against my lips.
“Fuck, I missed you too.” I move her back so I can get a proper look at her and can’t help it when my jaw drops. She’s wearing a knee-length floral summer dress with heels, and her hair is up in a high ponytail, exposing her neck and bare shoulders and chest. Most importantly, though, her freckles are on full display, her skin sun-kissed from her time in the sun so far this summer.
“Do I look okay?” she asks nervously.
“So fucking beautiful I’m contemplating skipping dinner and moving straight to dessert. But I want to show you off, and I definitely owe you a first date.”
“You look really good too. I love when you show off your arms.”
“Do you?” I ask with a smile.
“Oh yeah. All those years of catching a football really paid off. It’s your third best feature.”
“Huh. So, what are my first two?” I’m genuinely intrigued by what she’s going to say.
“The first is your face. It’s a real work of art, as you know. It just keeps getting better with age. The second is a certain X-rated appendage that I’ve only just recently become familiar with.” She says all this with a straight face. The only thing giving her away is the slight blush spreading across her cheeks.
I burst out laughing, causing her to laugh too. I swoop in and grab her hand before dragging her to my truck. I lift her into the passenger seat and buckle her in, unable to resist placing a chaste kiss on her lips. “You’re too fucking good for me, Lizzie Montgomery. And I have to say that I forgot to buy you flowers. The girls just told me so.”
“They did? Aw.”
“Yeah. Apparently, you can dump my ass if I don’t. My sister seems to have taught them a few things.”
She smiles. “Don’t worry. I have no intention of doing that…yet.”
“Yet, hm? I really need to step up my game.” I kiss her again before rounding the truck and getting us on the road.
On the drive to town, we make small talk and listen to the radio. When we get to Crest Steakhouse, I make sure to help her out of my truck and hold her hand the entire walk inside. She doesn’t say anything, but her smirk tells me she’s thinking about Brian and that night.
I’m very happy he was such an idiot.
We get a great table by the window, and overall, our dinner is fine. The food is delicious and the service is great, but I could tell that Lizzie has felt the eyes of every person in the restaurant on her all night.
From the moment we walked in, all we’ve gotten are stares. The people of Brantley Falls are being nosy, and they know it. It’s clear they are trying to figure out what’s going on between Lizzie and me.
So yeah, it’s been a little awkward and overwhelming to say the least. Not exactly what I was hoping our first date would be like.
What’s worse is watching Lizzie withdraw into herself a little bit more with every minute. As we’re walking through the parking lot to leave, I begin to worry that she might just want to go home and call it a night. Once I help her climb in and walk to my side of the car, I’m thinking of ways to turn this around and make our first date memorable in some way.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Yeah. I just feel bad.”
“Why?”
“It’s just—everyone was staring. And I know I shouldn’t let it get to me, but I did. It’s like you being here with me is somehow scandalous, and you know how Brantley Falls is. I’m sure this is going to feed the rumor mill for weeks.” She looks down at her hands, wringing them together. “Sorry.”
“What the fuck, Lizzie? Why are you sorry? And why would we be scandalous?”
“Because I’m a lot younger than you.” She takes a deep breath before continuing, and I’m bracing myself now. “And…I’m not your usual type, Cameron. I’m not a model. I’m a small-town girl. Every woman in there was probably wondering what you see in me.”
“Lizzie, baby…I hope you know I don’t give a shit about them. But okay, let’s do this. Did you also happen to notice that every man’s eyes were on you?” There’s a bite to my tone, but I want her to see herself the way I do.
“No one was looking at me, Cameron. Trust me,” Lizzie says this like it’s a foregone conclusion, and it makes me realize that she doesn’t understand the true power that she holds.
I laugh, and that makes her turn to me. We stare at each other for a few beats before I finally speak.
“Oh, baby, you are so wrong.” I take her hand in mine and drop my voice. “Every man watched your hair swing down your back. The way your tits rise and fall with every breath you take. They watched you smile every time we talked about the girls and your pottery classes. They couldn’t take their eyes off you when you licked your fork with every bite of dinner. They watched your flawless ass in that dress when you excused yourself to use the restroom.” I lean in close to her ear and slide my hand up her thigh. “And every single man couldn’t look away when my hand was resting on that ass.”
I wrap my lips around her earlobe and kiss down her neck while squeezing her thigh. A small gasp escapes her lips, and I pull back before this gets out of hand.
“But you know what my favorite part was?” She shakes her head, eyes wide. “That you were here with me . That I’m lucky to call you mine . So, let the whole town stare and talk. I don’t give a fuck.” I kiss her lips chastely this time. “And you know what else, baby? You’re my only type.”
She bites her lip, and I can see the desire in her eyes mirroring mine. I need to get to the lookout quickly. If I don’t get my hands on her soon, I’m going to combust.
“Now, the night’s not over yet. We have one more stop before we can call it a night.”
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“You have to wait and see. It’s a surprise. Patience, baby.”
“That’s not really my strong suit,” she sasses back.
“Of course it is. You had a crush on me for twelve years. I’d say that’s an excellent example of how patient you can be. I mean, obviously because I’m so awesome that you couldn’t settle for any other guy.” I look over and wink as she rolls her eyes and smiles big.
“And modest too. Don’t forget modest,” she replies and laughs, and I know this crisis has been averted. I just need to keep showing her there’s no one else for me, and we’ll be alright.
Ten minutes later, I pull in between two big trees sitting on the edge of the hill, overlooking more trees and brush below. Here we’ll have some cover and privacy. I look over at Lizzie, and I’m happy to see the excitement playing across her face.
“The lookout. Wow.” She gives me a look that shows how surprised she is to be here. “Back in high school, everyone would come here on the weekend and then talk about it the next Monday. Girl talk, you know? And I used to wonder what it would be like…”
“You don’t have to wonder anymore,” I say, taking off my seat belt and moving my seat back.
“Yeah,” she nervously says while slipping her shoes off and unbuckling her seat belt as well.
“Get over here, Lizzie,” I demand. “I want to hear all about what you imagined you’d be doing here.”
She climbs over the console and straddles my lap the best she can in the small space the front seat allows. I cup her face with my hands and bring her lips to mine. I’ve been dying to get a taste of her all night, and now that I have her in my arms, I’m going to get my fill.
I attack Lizzie’s mouth like it’s a sport, and I’m competing for Olympic gold. She keeps pace, and we duel for dominance as our tongues swipe inside each other’s mouths. I move down her neck and suck the soft skin where her shoulder begins just as she starts to grind down on my cock.
“Fuck, baby. You drive me crazy.” I move her up onto her knees and undo my pants before sliding them down, along with my boxers. Her dress is already bunched around her waist, so I move her panties to the side and swipe through her folds to feel how soaking wet she is. “Ride me, Lizzie. Let me feel you taking my cock.”
I line myself up, and she slowly lowers herself onto me. My eyes close as I feel her warmth surround me, and I can’t remember a time when I’ve felt anything better.
“Oh God. Cameron.” She takes a deep breath as she starts moving up and down. “You’re so deep like this.”
My hands are on her hips, but I don’t set the pace. That’s all her. “I’ll never get tired of the way you stroke my ego, baby.”
“Just your ego?” she asks me playfully.
Instead of answering, I go in for a kiss as I start moving my hips, and she meets me thrust for thrust.
I need more of her. All of her. I pull down her dress to reveal her tits and her perfect nipples. I suck one into my mouth and pinch the other, rolling it between my fingers and listening to her breathing pick up as she impales herself on my cock.
“Tell me what you need, Lizzie.” I’m focused on making her come. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I feel her pussy start to tighten around my dick.
“Cameron.” Lizzie calls my name, almost making it sound painful. “Suck on them. Harder.” I take both her tits in my hands and knead one while I suck on the other, gently biting it. When she squeezes the life out of my cock, I know this is how she likes it.
“Come for me, baby.”
Lizzie’s cry fills the inside of the truck as she does, the wildness in her voice a direct contrast to the calm blackness of the night that surrounds us outside.
“Fuck. I’m not going to last, baby. You feel too fucking good.” I move deep inside her a few more times, but that’s it. I can’t hold back any longer. I fill her up with my cum and try to catch my breath as I kiss all the freckles on her chest, loving the intake of breath from her with just that small show of affection. “You’re pure fucking magic, Lizzie. I’ll never get enough of you.”
She leans down and kisses me hard. I don’t need hard right now, though. I need soft and slow and intentional. I want her to know that she’s so much more than a quick fuck in my car. I want to make it clear that she’s it for me. There won’t be any woman after Lizzie. It’s her or bust. She’s ruined me.
“You’re ruining me, Cameron Dylan. No one will ever compare to you.” Her words make me pause since I was just thinking the same thing about her.
“You’ll only ever have to compare me to me, baby. There won’t be anyone else.”
She laughs but isn’t quite smiling while she does. It’s like she’s not convinced. I’m about to reiterate everything, but she silences me with a long kiss and then starts to lift off my semi-hard cock.
“It’s a good thing I still have my underwear on. I won’t make a mess of your pants and car,” she says as she moves her panties back in place, covering her perfect pussy from my view. “Your experience at this comes with some perks, I guess.”
Slight jealousy laces her tone, and it’s impossible to stop the smile that spreads across my face. There’s something about Lizzie Montgomery being anything but her sweet self that I can’t help but enjoy. It goes against her nature, but the thought of me being here with other girls as a teenager is clearly pissing her off.
So I stop her from going back to her seat and keep her on my lap.
“Although I like this jealous side of you,” I say as I hold her chin so she looks at me. “I feel like I need to set the record straight. I brought girls up here and made out a little, but I never had sex with any of them. You’re the first.”
“Really?” The shock in her voice has me smiling more. She must really think I was a bona fide player in high school. Homework, football, and the farm consumed my life at that age. I didn’t have a lot of extra time in general, so girls weren’t my top priority.
“Yeah. Believe it or not, you’re gonna get some of my firsts too, Lizzie.”
“That makes me happy,” she whispers.
“And my lasts. There won’t be anyone else for me either.”
The smile that spreads across her face, the blush that colors her cheeks, and the way she says, “Good,” make me really fucking happy.
She leans her head against me, snuggling up against my chest as much as she can. It seems like neither of us wants to be apart right now.
“Sooooo, did you notice that the old Kellerman building is vacant now?” she asks, clearly trying to segue into something else.
“Where the library used to be?” I ask, making sure I still know where things are. Brantley Falls has changed a lot in the last five years, and the town is growing like crazy.
“Yeah, they finished the new one on Grant Street a couple of months ago, and everything has officially been moved over. The building is for sale now. Or ready to be rented out, I guess. I’m not sure how they’re handling that.”
“That’s…interesting,” I say, genuinely having no idea where she’s going with this.
“It’d be perfect for your gym. It’s not too big or too small. It’s right in the heart of downtown, so you won’t have to worry about not being busy. Even though you wouldn’t have to worry about that anyway. Once the town knows you’re the one behind it, every woman—and man probably—will sign up for it. Fitness will become the new trend in Brantley Falls. You’ll start a movement,” she laughs.
“There you go stroking my ego again, baby,” I manage to get out as I laugh.
Maybe I need to give it some thought. The space would be great. I’m sure Wyatt would approve of it—and especially of finally moving on with it.
“I’m being serious, Cameron,” Lizzie pleads.
“Come with me to look at it this week then? You can give me all the advice you want, and then I’ll reach out to Wyatt,” I concede.
“Really? You want to look at it?”
“I’ll never get it off the ground if I don’t start somewhere, right? That seems like the best starting point. Plus, Wyatt has time off from the season and training right now, so it might be the best time for him to get the ball rolling with me.”
There’s a part of me that is still worried about failing. But it’s hard to focus on that right now when Lizzie is beside me. When she supports me in this. It’s not that there’s no chance of failing at it, but it doesn’t sound as bad if it falls through.
I guess that’s part of the magic of Lizzie Montgomery too. She makes me want to try.