Chapter 11
“YOU AND YOUR INFLATED EGO ALWAYS THINK YOU CAN DO ANYTHING.”
Cam
I’ve finished a week’s worth of charters, and it hasn’t been that bad after the fish incident.
I have my own plans to mess up one of Chevelle’s, but I need to do it when she least expects it.
Telling every group of guys that hires her that I’m her boyfriend might keep them from hitting on her, but it doesn’t keep her from winning the bet.
Rowdy only does small groups, but he could easily come in first or second just because of the consistency of his business, but Chevelle takes out more clients.
I’m in the shower, thinking about all of this as water washes down my body.
I’m trying to keep my mind occupied because it keeps wandering to Chevelle and that damn bikini she wore with the orange overalls.
I’ve already jerked off to the fantasy of stripping it all off her every damn night this week and still my dick isn’t satisfied.
Just the thought of her naked under those water-logger overalls, my hand sliding through the opening, grabbing her breast, tweaking her nipple makes my heart rate pick up.
“Fuck,” I murmur, having no choice but to get myself off again.
With one hand against the tile wall, my free hand grabs my dick, pumping my half chub until it grows long and hard. Images flash in my mind of unclipping one of the buttons on the overalls, the orange flap falling down and exposing her tit. Her wanton eyes on me, begging me to worship her body.
I bend down and take a nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around her hard bud while my hand moves to the other side and allows the overalls to fall down to her ankles, exposing her completely.
I step back and soak in the body I’ve been dying to see naked since I got a sneak peek of it when she had to stay in my room during the family Hawaii vacation.
In my mind, she’s not embarrassed, because that’s not really her style.
She owns her body. It’s one thing I absolutely love about her.
“Well, are you just going to stare?” she asks me in my mind.
“Fuck no,” I say.
I grab her around the waist and my lips smash against hers. Our tongues tangle and I grow harder in my hand.
She grabs my clothes and I help her, shedding my T-shirt and shorts. Her gaze falls to my dick pointing north and her tongue slides out of her mouth, licking her lips. The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen is when she falls to her knees and takes me in her hand.
Shit. Shit. Shit. I worry I won’t be able to hold my orgasm back until I’m inside her.
She wraps her hand around my base and inches forward, never breaking eye contact with me, sliding her tongue up my shaft.
My hand winds through her blonde hair and I make a fist in her hair, but I don’t guide her or force her, because Chevelle isn’t the type to go for that.
She’s going to want to control this situation and I’m more than willing to let her.
I plunge forward when her mouth encases the top of my dick. Instantly my balls pull up and my orgasm is right there, wanting to finish in her mouth. For a moment, I wonder if she’s a spit or swallow girl, but then she deep throats me.
“Fuck, Chevelle.” I moan, and she slowly withdraws me from her mouth before encasing me again.
She continues the deep-throat action and slowly pulls back, her tongue doing magical things I’ve never experienced before, all while she pumps me with her hand. I struggle not to grab her face and fuck her mouth. Her pace increases, and I’m right there, ready to blow.
My bicep is flexed, the muscles in my forearm corded as I jerk back and forth on my cock, ready to finish this fantasy in the shower. All I see are her big eyes staring up at me, filled with lust and hunger. I’m gonna come. Shit. Here it—
The bathroom door flies open, the toilet lid smacks the back of the toilet, and a woman sighs.
My hand instantly stills on my dick and I stand straight to peek around the curtain to see Chevelle sitting on the toilet. I pop back behind the curtain.
“Chevelle!” I shout because what the fuck? I was right there, and my dick is so hard it’s painful.
“I’m sorry, but you were taking too long. I had to pee.”
Yet another reason there needs to be another bathroom in this damn house.
“I was busy,” I grind out.
“Oh please, Cam, you don’t have anything I haven’t seen.”
“But—”
“I’m not a guy. I can’t just whip it out and go wherever.”
I hear her grab the toilet paper and I watch my dick deflate as the blue ball ache sets into my nuts. She flushes and the water turns cold for an instant. I jump to the other side of the tub.
“You’d be pissed if I walked in on you.”
“I don’t take as long of showers as you. Seriously, what are you doing in there?” She moves to the sink and washes her hands.
“I’m showering so I smell good.”
“What, do you have a date tonight?” Do I detect a note of… something in her voice?
“No.”
She moves to dry her hands. I cannot believe she’s staying here this long.
“Oh… wait, I get it now. You have a bedroom, Cam. Don’t waste all the warm water on that. I have to shower too.”
A visual of us sharing a shower assaults me. Usually I’d say some smart-ass comment, but right now I want her out of this bathroom. “It’s not what you think.”
“That’s what Adam used to say… but you weren’t, like, doing it when I walked in, were you?”
“Chevelle, get the hell out of the bathroom!”
“Oh my god, you were? Ew, and now I have to shower after you.”
“Get out!”
“Now that I have you in a situation where you can’t leave unless you want me to see you naked…” I peek around the curtain and see her prop herself up on the counter. “Telling my customers you’re my boyfriend has to stop.”
I grin. “Why, when it works so well?”
“It’s pissing me off.”
I get back under the showerhead and wash my hair. “That’s the point.”
“It makes my charters think I can’t handle myself out there. Stop doing it.”
“But it’s okay for you to put a dead fish in my boat?”
She laughs. “Okay, I’m sorry for that. Kind of.”
I finish showering and turn off the water, grabbing my towel from the rack and drying myself behind the curtain. “It’s now or never, Chevelle. Leave the bathroom.”
“There you go, always bossing me around.” I hear her hop down from the counter.
I purposely open the curtain, towel wrapped around my waist. Now that junior has calmed down, he’s not sticking out of the opening.
She covers her eyes. “I was leaving.”
I step out of the shower. “Don’t leave on my account.”
I love playing games with her. She scrambles for the door with her hand over her eyes.
“Seriously though, don’t finish in the bathtub. I take baths in there.” She opens the door.
“It goes down the drain.”
“Ew!” A full-body shiver racks her.
I put my hand on the door to keep it shut and lean into her. She turns and her back falls against the door. She stares up at me, the humor in the small space dissipating, replaced by heady lust.
God, I want her so fucking bad.
“Next time, don’t come into the bathroom until I’m done.”
She glances down. “Done doing what?”
“Do you really want me to tell you?”
I see the challenge in her eyes. She wants me to say it and a big part of me wants to tell her. Maybe if I do, the visual from moments before will come true.
I lean in closer, my mouth inches from her ear, and she doesn’t pull back. “Do you want to know who and what I was imagining?”
Her breath hitches and I step in even closer, our bodies about to touch.
“What’s your answer, Chevelle?” I whisper, my breath blowing in her ear.
She squirms, and I’d bet money her nipples are peaked. I know I’m hyperaware of her being so close to me.
All the reasons I can’t touch her run through my mind.
Fisher, my best friend who is trusting me to live with his little sister.
The fact that her family is like my own family at this point and if I ever hurt Chevelle, I’d do irreparable damage to my relationships with the rest of the Greenes.
And the fact that I don’t think either of us is looking for anything serious.
I draw back from her ear and my eyes fix on her lips. Her tongue slides out and coats her plump lips. She wants this just like I do. She’s inches away and all I want is to feel her tits smash into my naked chest and feel her lips on mine.
“Hello?” Fisher’s voice sounds from downstairs.
Chevelle pushes me away with both hands.
Since I’m not prepared, I fall back. My ass hits the counter as she flees from the room, slamming the door. I look down at where junior is poking out of the towel now.
“Damn, that was almost our chance. Fucking Fisher.” Though in truth, I should be thanking him for preventing me from doing something stupid.
I shake my head. Imagine he caught us fucking?
I’d probably be dragged down the steps by my hair and buried alive.
I might be Fisher’s best friend and he trusts me with a lot of shit, but I’m not sure his baby sister is one of them.
We just did too much fucking around back in the day for him to ever think I could settle down with one woman.
For him not to picture me doing the same kind of things with his baby sister.
I open the door and go to my room, where I shove on a pair of basketball shorts and a T-shirt before heading downstairs.
They’re in the living room. Chevelle is on the chair with her legs crossed, and Fisher is on the edge of the couch.
“What’s up, man?” I fist-bump him and join him on the couch.
It’s still weird to see my best friend, my delinquent teenage sidekick, in a role of authority. He was the biggest rule breaker when we were growing up. Now he’s dressed like the guys we used to run from.
“I was just telling Chevelle that Derek has left town. I got a call from a police station in Washington asking about the charges that were dropped. I guess he got pulled over for drunk driving. Needless to say, I doubt he’ll come back here again.”
I look at Chevelle. “That’s good news.”
“Definitely.” She rises off the chair. “Thanks, Fish.” She leans down and kisses his cheek. “I’m going to go shower.”
She walks up the stairs, and it takes every ounce of effort not to follow her.
“How you enjoying it here?” Fisher asks. “I was thinking… if you guys are arguing a lot, I can clear out that storage in the apartment over the garage.”
“Nah, we’re fine. We both work so much, we’re not even here a lot together.”
What I don’t tell him is that some nights when the house is quiet, all I can think about is what she’s doing in her room. Is she masturbating to visuals of me? Will the sexual tension between us ever evaporate?
“Okay, I appreciate it. I was worried about Derek retaliating somehow, but I was thankful to get that call from the police in Washington.”
“For sure. I’m already making a success of my charter boat. Speaking of, let’s set up a boys’ trip. I’ll take all you guys out.”
He runs a hand through his hair. The bags under his eyes say raising twins isn’t easy. “That would be awesome. We finally have the twins on a good sleep schedule, but when they’re awake, it’s mayhem.”
I laugh. “The sheriff’s being run ragged by two little ones?”
“Hell yeah, I am.” His phone goes off. “And that would be Allie.” He stands.
“Hey, if you need me to babysit for you and Allie so you can go out sometime, just say the word.”
His head falls back in laughter. “I hate to break it to you, but you’d need reinforcements.”
“Gunner and I can handle it.”
He holds out his fist to me. “You and your inflated ego always think you can do anything.”
I bump his fist, and he opens the door, stepping outside. We say goodbye, and I shut the door and turn, staring up the stairs. Maybe that’s what that moment was in the bathroom—my inflated ego assuming Chevelle wants me the same way I want her.