14. Primary Objective #2
“I thought maybe we’d be bad at this.”
“At air hockey?”
I look at her. “Nope. Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Make your face all soft. I answered the question. The terms did not include emotional follow-up.”
Her smile only gets worse. “We are really good at this, Dex.”
Well… Fuck.
I shove the fry into my mouth before I accidentally say something deep or sincere.
She kisses my cheek.
That does not help.
By the time we pull into the driveway, I’ve mostly recovered.
Mostly.
Cami reaches for the stuffed dragon in the back seat. “You know, I’m pretty sure three air-hockey wins means I get to choose what we do when we get inside.”
“First of all, your record remains under formal review.”
“By who?”
“Me.”
“Convenient.”
I shrug. “That’s how reviews work.”
She gets out, and she’s halfway around the car, when she suggests, “Maybe we should let the dice decide.”
“No.”
Her grin is immediate. “No?”
“Absolutely fucking not.”
“Why?”
“We’re too mature for that.”
She stares at me.
I stare back.
“You trash-talked a child tonight.”
“He started it.”
She laughs and turns toward the house again, but I catch her around the waist before she reaches the steps.
Her back hits my chest. And just like that, her laughter changes.
Mine does too.
I know this part. Flirting is my home terrain. Kissing Cami definitely isn’t a new encounter.
Doing it without Micah?
It’s like the DM changed the map.
I mean, there was the time I finger fucked her and edged her into oblivion, but that seems so long ago now.
I turn her in my arms. “You still want to let random chance make your decisions?”
Her gaze drops to my mouth before coming back to my eyes. “No.”
“Good.”
“Bossy.”
“Confident.”
Her smile returns. “Oh really?”
“Come inside and find out.”
“You really are confident tonight.”
I shrug. “I’ve had practice.”
“With me?” she asks a little salaciously.
“You’re one of my favorite subjects.”
Cami laughs, but there’s a little hitch at the end of it when I step closer.
And that’s what I want to hear.
I like making her laugh. Fuck, I love making her laugh.
But I also really fucking like being the reason she suddenly forgets what she was about to say.
“Inside,” I order her.
“Bossy.”
“You complaining?”
“Nope.”
I open the door for her and smack her ass as he passes me.
Cami yelps. “Dex!”
“What?”
“You can’t just—”
“I absolutely can. You said you weren’t complaining.”
She kicks off her shoes. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And yet you want to be with me.”
“Poor judgment.”
I catch her hand before she steps further away and pull her back into me.
This kiss is different.
Still Cami smiling against my mouth when I nearly back us into the little table by the door.
Still me muttering, “When did we put a fucking table there?” even though it’s been there for years.
But underneath it?
Fuck. I’m wound up.
I’ve been wound up since the arcade.
So when she pulls away and asks, “Your room?”
I just grin.
She takes off down the hall.
I grab the stuffed dragon. “Don’t forget your son.”
She turns. “Our son.”
“Absolutely not.”
“You were there when we got him.”
“I didn’t consent to parenthood.”
“Deadbeat.”
“Gold digger.”
Her laugher follows us into my room.
By the time my bedroom door closes, the dragon has been unceremoniously tossed into a chair, Cami has her arms around my neck, and I’m seriously reconsidering every complaint I’ve ever made about dating someone who likes to argue with me.
I kiss her, then take my time.
Over time, I’ve learned that Cami gets impatient when she’s turned on.
And impatient Cami is fucking adorable.
At first she tries to pretend she isn’t. Then comes her strategically shifting closer and increasingly less subtle attempts to redirect me. Eventually she starts making annoyed little noises whenever I deliberately refuse to give her exactly what she wants.
Which… only encourages me.
“Dex,” she whimpers when I resist her redirection again.
“Hmm?”
“You suck.”
“I do, but not currently.”
She makes a strangled sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan.
I grin. “That was too easy.”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.” I nip her lip.
“Strongly dislike you.”
“Also bullshit.”
She reaches for my dick, and I catch her wrist.
Her eyes immediately snap to mine.
There’s fire in those blue orbs, and this is just another move in the game we’ve been playing all night.
I push her back, creating space between us. “You’ve been talking a lot of shit for someone who wants something from me.”
She laughs. “Are you seriously holding a grudge over air hockey?”
“No, over you telling me you hate me, but… three fraudulent victories are hardly—”
“Fraudulent?”
“—the foundation of a healthy relationship.”
“You are such a sore loser.”
I pull her close again and kiss her.
Then, I push her away again.
“Dex.” That one comes out considerably less amused.
Fuck, that’s satisfying.
But I know her. I know the difference between Dex you’re an asshole and Dex, I actually need something.
And right now?
Definitely asshole.
“Ask nicely,” I purr.
She stares at me. “Seriously?
“Very.”
“After I took you on an entire date?”
“You took me?”
Her eyes narrow.
“Ask,” I say again and then wait.
Eventually, she huffs, “Please.”
I grin. “See? Personal growth.”
“I’m going to murder you.”
“After.”
My lips are back on hers. My tongue warring with hers.
It’s only a minute before all of our clothes are gone.
“I want to recreate something,” I suggest.
“Oookay?” she asks hesitantly.
Then I position her, just like the very first time I ever had her in my bed.
Only then, all the clothes stay on.
My hand slides down between her thighs.
Soon, I have two fingers deep inside her while my thumb works her clit.
Her eyes tell me she remembers. Remembers being edged within an inch of her life.
And I absolutely plan on doing it again.
She almost gets there four times when I stop.
“I hate you,” she whines.
Sure she does.
Her hips are writhing and chasing my fingers. My hand.
Exhibit A, Your Honor.
Then, I do allow it.
Her body arches, her walls tighten around my fingers, and my mouth lands on hers as I swallow her scream.
As soon as her body settles, I move her again and settle between her thighs.
I’m determined to taste her, to lick up all that sweet fluid that was leaking all over my hand.
My tongue is inside her, and fuck, I need more.
Looking up over her sweat-slick skin, I find her eyes and ask, “Can I try something?”
Cami immediately looks suspicious. “Those are historically dangerous words from you.”
“They’re also historically fun words.” I waggle my eyebrows.
“How weird?”
“Like a six.”
“Your six or a normal person’s six?”
I consider that.
“Dex.”
“Fine. Eight.”
She laughs.
I grin. “Is that a yes?”
Her fingers tangle in my hair. “That’s a show me.”
Fuck me.
I’m going to die in this bed, with my face between her thighs.
My hands settle on the back of her thighs and push up, so her ass is in the air.
And then my mouth is there.
Rimming her at first and then licking.
“Fuck, Dex,” she groans.
This is new for me, and as far as I know, this is new for her, too.
It’s hot because it feels somehow dirtier than other filthy things we’ve done.
But also, I’ve never fucked her ass.
Part of that is my fault because I have these piercings that are meant for her clit, and Micah and her both know it, and when Micah takes her pussy, I usually take his ass, because, well… he likes the piercings too.
Basically, the piercings make me a sex god.
But they also have stood in the way of me fucking this perfect hole of hers.
As I think about it, my tongue dips past the rim.
And her body lets me.
Fuck, seriously, I’m going to die with my face between her thighs.
Then, I know I need to be in her.
Otherwise I’m going to come all over the bed like a thirteen-year-old.
I let her thighs go and reach for the lube on my nightstand.
In seconds, my cock is slick.
I press the tip to her. Stop there and look at her.
She knows the question.
“Fuck, I don’t know with the piercings. Go slow, okay?”
“I can go obscenely slow,” I promise her.
And I do.
I watch slowly as each piercing disappears inside her.
It’s so fucking hot.
Once I’m fully sheathed, I make small thrusts until I know she’s okay, then I start fucking her harder.
“Holy fuck,” she gasps. “That feels so good.”
I reach between us and sink three fingers into her pussy.
And fuck, I can feel my own piercings through her.
I make mental notes to tell Micah that, but then my brain is gone again.
She starts moaning and begging.
“More.”
“Deeper.”
“Fuck, I’m so full.”
Then finally, she asks, “Can you stay still and let me fuck you like this?”
“Fuck, Dollface,” I mutter. “Whatever you want.”
“Just hold them… right… there…” she says through stuttered breaths.
Then her hips start grinding on me.
She’s on her back, so it’s more of a roll than a thrust, but then she’s moving faster.
Without her asking, I press my thumb to her clit and in seconds, she detonates.
She convulses and then squirts all over my hand. The base of my cock. My lower abdomen is soaked.
“Fuck, Cami,” I groan.
There’s not much holding me back. Pulling out of her, I paint her in cum, before kissing her neck.
“Only fair to make you dirty, you squirted all over me.”
She laughs, still very breathless. “We’re good at this, too,” she says quietly.
I kiss her on the forehead. “We are.”
Eventually, I get us cleaned up, and even put new sheets on the bed, because apparently Cami created a lake.
And I’m not sure I will ever stop bragging about that in this house.
She settles against my chest, and I think she’s on the verge of sleep when she speaks again.
“Dex?”
“Dollface?”
“Ronan talked about taking all of you at once.”
My hand stills on her back.
“I think… I think after that,” she pauses, “I think I would like that.”
I squeeze her closer.
“Like a lot.”
My brain works a hundred different directions at once.
How would we even do that?
Would Griffin be willing to do that?
But as I’m visualizing, my cock stiffens.
I grab her hand and move it down to palm me.
“I’m pretty sure my dick is a fan of that too,” I whisper, and then I’m kissing her again.