Prologue #2
“Just wait until you see what else my mouth can do. Now go finish your drink and then meet me out front.”
God damn.
We walk back out into the chaos, and I walk straight toward the table where Brynn and Kinsey are talking.
Kinsey turns first. “Where have you been and why are your cheeks pink?”
“Danced with Cam and then went to the ladies’ room.” I take the last sip of my drink which is mostly just melted ice at this point. “Guess I got too jiggy with it, got overheated.”
Brynn’s eyes narrow. “You’re being weird.”
I sigh. “Am I? You know what? You’re right. I should probably go home.”
“I didn’t mean you need to—”
I smile and wrap my arms around her, squeezing her tight. “I love you, Brynn, happy birthday. I’ll text you in the morning.”
“Um, okay.”
I circle to Kinsey, hugging her. “Don’t get into any bar fights.”
She taps my back. “No promises.”
Before anyone can say anything else, I grab my clutch and race out the door.
The air outside is cool against my flushed skin; the night is a chorus of crickets and distant laughter.
Cam stands by the passenger door of his truck and as I walk toward him, he opens it, offering his hand.
Chivalry looks good on him. I take it and climb in, skirt hitching up my thigh as I settle.
His gaze catches on bare skin and his jaw tightens, a flicker of heat he doesn’t bother to hide as he shuts the door and rounds the truck.
“Seat belt,” he says once he settles in his seat, voice a shade rougher.
I click it, pulse skittering.
He puts the truck in drive, and he turns out of the parking lot. Just when I can’t stand the silence any longer, he speaks.
“Show me, Katie.”
“Huh?”
“Open your legs and show me.”
I think my brain just left my body.
I shift in the seat turning toward him. Slowly, I part my legs and slide my skirt up my thighs. He turns his head in two sharp snaps, attempting to look while keeping an eye on the road.
“So fucking pretty. Can I touch you?”
“Yes.”
He reaches over, eyes on the road. I take his wrist and guide his hand. When his fingertips graze my pussy, I gasp, and every muscle in me tenses.
“Already wet. We’re gonna have so much fun, Katie.”
I close my legs and lower my skirt because if I don’t, I’m going to make him pull this damn truck over. “Drive, Wells.”
He has the nerve to chuckle. “Yes, ma’am.”
The drive is short—Cedar Falls is small and generous that way.
He parks in the driveway of his rental and helps me out.
We walk through the door and he flips on the lights.
I’ve been to his place before, but it was just to hang out, watch Dancing with the Stars with Evie or other innocent things.
I’ve never even seen his bedroom. But tonight I will.
He shuts the door and locks up behind us.
Then he turns, and for a second we just look at each other.
“I don’t do this,” I say, which is only half a lie. I don’t do this without thinking it to death first.
“I know.” His keys hit a dish with a soft clink. “I don’t either.”
He steps into me and threads his hands into my hair, guiding my mouth to his.
He kisses me softly, lips grazing mine and settling there, not pushing deeper—just holding the moment, letting the tension build between us until I’m leaning into him without realizing it.
Then I slide my tongue against the seam of his lips and he opens.
He moans as his tongue slides against mine, tasting like relief and something I didn’t realize I’d been starving for.
He lifts me with a hand under my thigh, the other braced at my spine, and I wrap around him shamelessly.
He carries me down the hall, shoulder nudging a door open.
The bedroom is dark with the soft outline of a bed I have no business wanting to lie in as much as I do.
He sets me on the mattress and stands there for a heartbeat, chest rising, asking one more time. “You’re still okay?”
“Yes,” I say, and the word leaves me on a rush of need.
He leans down, and his mouth finds my throat, my collarbone, the strap of my dress.
He reaches behind me and drags the zipper down with such care that it feels obscene, and I arch into the slide of the fabric being pulled from my body.
When my dress is gone and I take my bra off, I lie down and he climbs over me.
I expect him to kiss me again, but instead he goes still, eyes taking in every inch of skin.
“You’re beautiful,” he says simply, his eyes focused on his finger sliding between my breasts. The way he says it makes me feel it in my soul. Then he looks up. “Every inch of you, so fucking pretty.”
“Off,” I say, reaching for his belt, breath hitching when he catches my wrists and pins them to the mattress—just long enough to make my lungs forget what they’re for—before letting go.
“Bossy tonight,” he teases, shedding the shirt, the belt, everything in a whirlwind of motion that shouldn’t be this sexy yet somehow is.
He’s solid everywhere, all muscle and strength and careful hands.
I shimmy further up the mattress and he follows.
He begins to kiss his way down my stomach, and when he reaches my pussy, he looks up, eyes gone dark.
“What’s the most times you’ve come in a night? ” he asks.
“I don’t know…maybe three?”
“So my goal is four. You’re going to give me four, Katie.”
“Okay.” My voice is flat. This man is promising four orgasms? Fucking sign me up.
He lowers his head and the first swipe of his tongue nearly earns him my first. My hand flies to his hair.
Every flick of his tongue causes my back to lift from the mattress a little bit more.
He learns me in minutes, reading the way I tilt my hips, the breath I lose when he adds his fingers, the needy sound that rips from me when he curls them just right.
“Cam,” I warn, already close, already shaking. He doesn’t stop. He anchors me with his free hand splayed against my belly, mouth locked to me, and pulls me over the edge with a shudder.
His tongue slows and he places soft kisses on my thighs as I come down. Just as I’ve caught my breath, he flicks his tongue over my clit once before he slides a finger in and places a kiss, picking right back up where he left off.
“Oh, fuck, Cam.”
He hums against me, a mixture of moan and agreement.
I’m so sensitive that it’s not long before I feel another orgasm creeping in.
My grip in his hair tightens and it drives him harder.
My legs clamp around his head, but he keeps a steady cadence.
His tongue circles my clit one more time before he sucks and I lose my mind.
I feel his breath hard against my skin as he finishes me off. When his head rises, I’m gasping for air.
“Want me to stop? I’ll stay here all night if you want.”
I swallow hard. “Cam, I can barely open my eyes.”
“I hope that’s a good thing.”
I nod, eyes closed. “Ten out of ten.”
He laughs as I hear the sheets rustle. Opening my eyes, he’s sat back on his heels, his hand making slow strokes up and down his cock. I rise up on my elbows and watch for a moment.
I’ve always thought Cam radiated big dick energy, the way he walks, the way his quiet energy can fill a room, but fucking hell, the goods back it up.
“Cam, you’re big.”
He grins. “You’ll take it, Katie.”
“I need to say a prayer.”
“Pretty sure I’ll have you calling out to God soon enough when I’m deep in that pussy.”
He climbs up my body, lips shining, eyes intent.
“Condom,” he says against my lips, practical even now, and reaches to the nightstand without looking, like a man who planned to be responsible even while he was trying to be casual.
The soft tear of foil fills the room. He glides it down and looks up.
“Come here,” I say, pulling him in.
He leans over me, one hand on the mattress, the other on his cock.
He slides the tip against my clit, both of our eyes focusing on the point of contact, watching as he glides up and down until he finally lines himself up.
The first push steals both our breaths. He’s thick, a stretch that borders on too much and lands on exactly right.
He holds there, forehead to mine, breath hot, giving me time to adjust, to want more.
“Damn it, Kate, you feel so fucking good. Are you okay?” he asks.
“Move,” I say, and he slides out and back in, stroke after stroke hitting deep, hitting home.
Every time he thrusts forward, his chain sways above me.
I officially declare that gold chains on men are slutty.
Sexy slutty. Like a pendulum keeping rhythm with his hips.
Every time he thrusts, it swings forward, only to slam back to his collarbone.
Fuck-yes. Fuck-yes. Fuck-yes.
Focus, Kate.
I look into his eyes as he braces on his forearms, watching my face like every change is something to catalog, changing pace when I roll my hips higher, grinding when I pull him closer.
It’s nothing like the frantic, half-dressed fantasy we could’ve had in that hallway.
This is tender in ways that it probably shouldn’t be.
“Harder,” I say, and his hips snap, driving into me.
My legs tighten around his waist, hands in his hair, mouth at his jaw, tasting salt and wanting all of it.
He drops a hand and places his thumb against my clit, moving in soft slow circles, and the third orgasm hits so sharp I bite his shoulder to simply stay on the planet.
“Fuck yes, Kate, mark me.”
Holy fucking hell, this man says the sexiest things I’ve ever heard in my life.
“Cam, you have a filthy mouth.” My words are muffled as I kiss where my teeth are imprinted in his skin.
“I have a feeling you like it.”
I drop back down to the mattress as he continues with slow strokes. “More than I should.”
He wraps one arm around me and rolls. As I settle on top of him, I place a hand on his chest, adjusting to the change in stretch.
“You need to give me one more, Kate. Can you be a good girl and give it to me?” I nod, hips already rocking. He reaches up, cupping my breasts, thumbs sweeping over my nipples. “Use me, Kate, show me how you can get yourself off on my cock.”
I begin to move, and God, it hits me how much I needed this. A night to feel sexy, to be adored, to participate in an orgasm challenge. My body already feels lighter. I close my eyes and lose myself in the feeling of him. His cock deep, his hands everywhere.
“Open your eyes, I want your eyes.” I open them and he fucking smiles as he tucks my hair behind my ears. “So pretty.”
I feel the heat rise in my skin as I move up and down. Each rise and fall of my hips drives him deeper. His eyes stay locked on mine as I lean back, hands on his thighs and I fuck him, use him.
I swear his cock is going to be the death of me. I feel him tilt his hips underneath me and it’s like my G-spot started singing the hallelujah chorus.
“Oh my God, Cam. Right there, right fucking there.”
“Yes, Kate, fuck my cock. Come for me. Please fucking come for me.”
Our bodies are erratic, chasing the peak that’s in sight. I slam down harder as he grabs my thighs, his brow creasing. I want to see him come. I think the sight of him coming will make me come.
“This pussy is so good, fuck you’re going to make me come.”
“I’m almost there.”
He grabs my hips and thrusts up into me, and I cry out as the orgasm rips through me like a wildfire.
“Fuck Kate, holy fucking shit.” His head tilts back as I feel him pulsing inside me, hips stuttering, body shaking.
I drop down to his chest, both of us breathing hard. His heart is beating out of his chest. His arm wraps around me, holding me against him.
We breathe together in the quiet that follows, the room settling around us. My heartbeat calms in increments, awareness slipping back in—the faint click of the ceiling fan, the way his hand still cradles my thigh, the warmth spreading from everywhere we’re touching.
Finally, his voice cuts through the silence. “Got you to four.”
I laugh, my body shaking, and I feel him slip from me. I roll off and settle into the mattress. “You did, Wells. Gold star.”
He blows out a breath. “Stay there, I’ll be right back.”
He walks to the bathroom and I watch him go. My eyes taking in the view of the ass that fills out his baseball pants so well.
He returns after a couple minutes, climbing in and pulling me to him.
“We shouldn’t cuddle, Cam.”
“Just for one minute, okay?”
I sigh and for a moment, I let myself feel his arms around me. Strong arms. Safe arms.
“So can we do that again?” I ask over my shoulder.
“Definitely.”
“No strings?” I need to hear him say it.
He laughs, pulling me closer. “Nope, no strings.”