Chapter 10 Such a Good Boy
TEN
Such a Good Boy
CAMDEN
As the biting wind assaults my cheeks, I adjust my hood. Fuck. The cold slips through my jacket and my hoodie, making me shiver as I trudge along the snowy trail back to the cabin.
I thought a walk would clear my head. It didn’t. If anything, I’m more wound up than I was almost an hour ago, when I stormed outside.
Logan’s words keep echoing in my head, as if they’re lyrics to a song stuck on repeat. I’m not opposed to the idea of sharing her. If that’s what she wants. And only if it’s with you.
The suggestion is wrong on so many levels. It shouldn’t sit right with me. Yet it does. It fucking does because last night felt too damn good. Too natural. And now it’s too easy to imagine it happening again. And again. And again.
And that’s the problem.
No matter what he says now, once we leave this snow-globe fantasy, reality will come crashing back down. And in reality, Logan and Yana are a couple. A fucking perfect match. Me? I’m the sidekick. A third wheel, and I’ll be all alone again the moment this snowed-in dream ends.
That’s the story of my life. Camden Hayes, the guy no one needs. I’m an afterthought. After losing my parents and then my granny, who was my whole world, I won’t survive watching Yana and Logan continue on together without me. Not after this. Not after I had a taste.
Dammit, I should’ve gone to bed last night. I shouldn’t have let it happen.
By the time the cabin comes into view in the distance, the storm brewing in my chest is as violent as the one last night.
And that’s when I see her. Yana, walking toward me, bundled up in a jacket, her hair catching snowflakes in a messy bun.
“Hey,” she says softly as she approaches.
I stop in my tracks and force a nod, slipping my hands in my pockets and curling them into fists. “Hey.”
“Merry Christmas, Camden.”
“Thanks.” I swallow thickly, my throat suddenly dry. “I suppose I can’t really wish you a merry Christmas, can I?”
“You can. People always say it back to me, and I usually don’t correct them.” She smiles at me, her eyes sparkling. “Are you heading back inside?”
“Yeah,” I huff, my breath forming a cloud between us. “It’s colder out here than I expected.” And the walk was useless. I’m still as riled up as I was when I left the cabin, if not more.
She nibbles her bottom lip. “Mind if I join you?”
Snorting, I hold out an arm, gesturing to the forest around us. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. You really think I’d be against having your company?”
“Maybe I was counting on it.” She winks at me, and the tension in my muscles melts a little.
We fall into step, snow crunching under our shoes. It’s a short walk back to the cabin, but I’m grateful for even these crumbs of her time. Fuck, I’m desperate…and delusional. What a combination.
“How do you usually celebrate Christmas and New Year’s?” she asks.
“I’ve always celebrated with my granny.” I suck in a breath. “But last year I spent the holidays alone. Logan’s family has invited me to visit anytime I want, but…” I scratch at my jaw. “I don’t know.”
“It’s great that the two of you have such a strong friendship. I have a lot of friends at home, but my best friend is close with my family too, so I get it.”
She’s trying to lighten up the mood, encouraging me to open up. Instead, all she’s done is push me even closer to the edge. My head is pounding, and my heartbeat thunders in my throat.
“You don’t know me,” I grumble.
“Well, yeah. That’s why I’m trying to get to know you.”
Anger coils in my stomach. Why won’t she just let this shit go? “There’s no need.”
She grasps my arm and stops, turning to me. “I know what you’re doing.”
I should go back inside. Keep my distance. But I can’t make myself leave her side. So I turn to face her. “And what am I doing?”
Her gray-green eyes narrow on me. “Pushing me away. Building a wall between us.”
Pain lances my chest, sharp and quick. “That’s because it’s the right thing to do.”
Brow arched, she folds her arms over her chest. “Says who?”
“Me.” I clench my jaw. “You’re with my friend. End of story.”
“Can’t I have a say in it?”
I scrub a hand down my face, the warmth of my palm a shock. “I don’t think so. Did you forget that I’m an asshole?”
“Last night, I swore I saw something under this whole ‘I’m a superficial jerk’ exterior.” She looks me up and down. “Apparently, I was wrong.”
She turns away, but before she can continue on, I grab her hand, stopping her. “You. Don’t. Know. Me,” I tell her.
Our faces are inches apart. The proximity sends a zing of excitement down my spine, loosening the knot my gut was twisted into. At least a little. “I noticed you first. Me, not Logan.”
Eyes flaring, she yanks free of my hold. “Then why didn’t you say something? Why were you so damn rude?”
“Because that’s what I do, Yana.” I bristle, my defenses kicking in. “I push people away before they have a chance to do it for me.” My voice is sharper than I mean for it to be. “And you—God, you were too much. Too beautiful for a guy like me. Too fucking bright.”
“Nice try. You only said something after you heard me talking to Roman. It was your insecurities speaking.”
“What insecurities?” I wave a hand between us. “You came to our table and ignored the whole team, then started speaking in Russian. It was disrespectful.”
Head thrown back, she lets out a laugh. “I didn’t greet the team because Roman intercepted me before I got the chance.
He stood up to talk to me. And you threw a tantrum because we had a two-minute conversation you couldn’t understand.
That says a lot about your insecurities and about how much you value the opinions of others. ”
My chest squeezes. “What fucking bullshit.”
“No. It’s not.” Chin lifted, she locks eyes with me.
“Who cares what other people think? Who cares what they say? Why are you giving someone else’s opinion so much power?
This is stupid.” She steps closer, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“I could switch to Russian right now and badmouth you all I want. I’d use the sweetest tone, and you wouldn’t understand me.
That shouldn’t offend you. My words hold no weight.
My opinion doesn’t matter. That’s how it should be.
Especially when someone says something you do understand.
” She pokes my chest with her finger. “And now you’re telling me that you noticed me first, like I should feel bad about talking to Logan when he approached me that night.
But that’s on you. Not on me, not on Logan.
On you. Grow up, Camden. Being this salty is not sexy at all. ”
I’m fucking fuming. Not only because every word she uttered is true, but also because I want her even more than I did a moment ago. Before I can second-guess myself, I grab her wrist, pull her into me, and slam my mouth to hers.
The kiss is wild. It’s teeth and heat and all the feelings I’ve been holding back.
She kisses me back just as fiercely. I clutch her to my chest, and she fists my jacket.
She traces my bottom lip with her tongue, asking for permission, and I let her in.
Our tongues tangle and twirl around each other.
I’m no longer cold. I’m fucking burning.
A moan escapes her, instantly sobering me up. Reality slams back into me, and I tear myself away from her, my chest heaving. “This is a mistake,” I mutter.
Her puffy lips part as she gapes at me. Then she blinks, a frown etched onto her face. “Idi na huyi1, Camden.”
She spins around and stomps toward the cabin.
I should let her leave. It’s the right thing to do, but with every foot of space she puts between us, the ache in my chest intensifies. Fucking hell.
With a growl, I take off after her. I catch up just as she approaches her car and grasp her elbow, causing her to stagger back.
She yanks her arm away, trying to break free from my grip, but I slip an arm around her torso and press her to my chest.
With my mouth at her ear, I grit out, “Don’t walk away from me.”
“Let me go,” she hisses.
With a grunt, I turn her around and push her against her car, then hover so close we’re breathing the same air.
I don’t know who moves first, but suddenly, we’re kissing again.
Even harder and wilder than the last time.
We battle for dominance, my tongue against hers.
I devour her every whimper, every sound she makes.
She fists my jacket and tugs me closer, leaving no space between us. I slide my hands down her ass and lift her, pressing her against the car door, and with her legs wrapped around my hips, she grinds her center over my hard-on.
“I want you,” I confess, nibbling on her bottom lip.
“Keys…in my pocket.”
I put her down and take a step back so she can dig them out, and in the space of a few heartbeats, we’re both in the back seat. She lies on her back, and I hover over her, nestled between her legs, with my hands planted on either side of her.
Our lips are still fused, our tongues playing cat and mouse as I roll my hips, searching for friction, and she continues grinding her core against me.
It’s like we’re trying to consume each other.
“Ty svodish menya s uma2,” she whispers as I suck on her neck.
I have no idea what she just said, but I want to beg her to keep talking because just the sound of her voice makes me see stars.
I lean away, taking in her flushed cheeks and her hooded eyes. “I want you,” I tell her again.
Breaking into a seductive smile, she unzips her jacket. “Then take me.”
With shaking hands, I take off my jacket. Then I help her out of hers. The back seat of her car isn’t the most comfortable place to fuck, but I don’t care. All I want is to bury my cock deep inside her.
She scoots away a couple of inches and slips off her leggings and panties, shuddering against the cold.
Angling to the side, I slam the door closed. Then I push my own sweatpants lower and sit. I hiss when I make contact with the icy leather seat.
“My ass is fucking freezing.” I chuckle.
“Poor Camden. We can’t have that, can we?” she purrs as she climbs onto my lap. With her attention fixed on my cock, she wraps her fingers around it and gives it a gentle squeeze. “So smooth…and long…”
Smirking, I grip her hips. “I bet it will fit perfectly inside your warm pussy.”
“I bet it will.” She hoists herself up and guides my dick to her entrance. With her hands on my shoulders, she slides down my shaft, taking me inside her inch by inch. “O bozhe3,” she moans when I’m fully seated, her eyes falling closed.
“Fuck,” I rasp. “You feel so good.”
She hovers closer and captures my lips with hers. Hips rolling, she rides me, her movements slow and gentle at first. We kiss and kiss, coming up for air for a moment before we devour each other again. If we keep this up, her lips will become my addiction.
“You’re taking me so well, baby,” I murmur, tightening my hold and rocking her over my lap.
She picks up the pace, her movements becoming more urgent, more frenzied, and rides me with abandon, her moans and whimpers filling the car.
I sink my fingers deeper into her flesh.
With every dip of her hips, the fire forming in my lower abdomen grows stronger.
I’ll be coming in no time, but I don’t want to do it before her.
We’re like fire and gasoline, burning hot, even in this freezing SUV. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the space as she fucks me harder and rougher than before, nearly making me lose control.
“Fuck, Red…I’m gonna come…” I growl, biting on her bottom lip.
“Then come. Shoot your load inside me,” she whimpers, her inner walls clenching hard enough to pull my orgasm from me.
“Fuck.” I spill inside her, my head thrown back, every muscle tensing.
“Horoshiyi mal’chik.4” Moaning, she spasms around me, and when her own muscles relax, she buries her face in the crook of my neck and moves her hips lazily, prolonging her release and making me feel like I’m in heaven.
With the memory of the way she tastes fresh in my mind and her nails digging into my shoulders, I’ve never felt better.
My every cell vibrates with want. No regret.
No shame. Just want—because I want more.
As we fumble back into our clothes, we laugh and smile, and before she climbs out of the car, I steal another kiss.
“Who would’ve thought you could be so obedient?” Yana teases as we amble toward the cabin. “You were such a good boy.”
I snort. “Is that what you said to me while you were coming?”
Her eyes twinkle. “Maybe.”
Fuck, I can barely keep my hands to myself. With her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen, she’s even harder to resist. All I can think about is pulling her back against me and getting started on round two.
I guide her into the cabin, and we’re instantly hit with the heat of the fireplace. We’re hit with a shit-eating grin from Logan, too. He’s sitting on the couch. Elf is playing on the TV, but he’s examining us with an amused glint in his eye.
“Well,” he drawls, “you could’ve invited me too.”
Maybe I should be ashamed. Maybe I should panic about getting caught. Instead, a smug smile overtakes me.
“Maybe next time.” I wink at him.
At that, my best friend bursts into laughter.
1 Go fuck yourself
2 You drive me insane
3 Oh God
4 Good boy