CHAPTER Twenty One
Ross and Camille were back at Lochlan’s Point a day early.
Shane’s alarming phone call, which her mother intercepted, put a big damper on the rest of the visit.
Camille tried her hardest to convince her parents that the call was a prank and nothing to worry about.
The truth, however, got to be too much, and Camille and Ross found an excuse to take off and return to the lake.
Since returning home, Ross was busy setting up some trail cams and sensors along the lake road leading to the cabin as extra security measures.
Even though Camille knew how to shoot a pistol, they spent some time target practicing after Ross went with her to get her own carry gun.
They were trying their best to keep from living in fear.
The only way they knew how to accomplish this goal was to be prepared.
Both of them knew it was just a matter of time before Shane Simpson returned with a vengeance.
“Maybe we should just move somewhere else,” Ross suggested. “Neither of us have any roots here.”
“Yes, you do. You told me once that you wanted to buy this place. I’m not having you give up on your dream so we can run scared,” Camille replied.
“But things have changed, Camille. We’re kind of like sitting ducks out here.”
“Do you really want to give up the lifestyle you love because of a scumbag like Simpson? Come on. We’re not letting him win,” Camille stated.
“I guess you’re right. Besides, it’s only a matter of time before he gets picked up and thrown in jail, and now there’s so much shit on him. He’s never getting out.”
“I wanted to talk with you about that,” Camille began.
“We can’t be so naive to think that the two girls Simpson murdered here at the lake are his first. I bet there’s more,” Camille added.
“Sick minds like his are obsessed. I bet he’s left a trail of victims. I pray not, but I just get that feeling. ”
“Let me guess. You’re going to roam around the country and dig up similar cold cases,” Ross said, jumping in before she could say what was really on her mind.
Camille just grinned and hung her head. “Am I that transparent?”
“Oh, yes!” Ross answered, giving her a playful pat on the ass that ended with a little grab.
Camille wanted to discuss the specifics of her new assignment, so she tried to ignore his playfulness.
Even though she felt it was important that they stay put at the lake and not let Simpson send them running scared, Camille also knew there would come a time when she would be back on the road working.
“You know, I don’t just stay in one place. I often have to travel when I start these investigations.”
“And I’m coming with you,” Ross stated.
“Again, you’re reading me like a book.” Camille smiled.
“There’s no way you’re heading out on some wild adventure alone with Simpson waiting in the wings. I’d be a nervous wreck,” Ross admitted.
Camille was elated. Ross understood her need to reopen the investigation, and he was committed to helping her.
“I don’t think we have to worry about leaving any time soon. We’ll have to do some digging. It’s only if we find unsolved cases that seem similar to Simpson’s patterns. If that happens, we’ll have to travel there,” Camille stated.
“I love it when you’re so serious about your work. It’s just so damn sexy,” Ross admitted. “That’s how you hooked me early on.”
“Oh, really?” Camille asked. Camille was thinking that maybe she was finished discussing work. Suddenly, Ross had her attention.
“When you first got out of your old Explorer, asking if I was Ross Paine, your face was so serious. It made me smile, and I hadn’t smiled in a long time,” he said, cupping her face in his hand and brushing his thumb across her cheek.
“I’m happy it all worked out,” Camille said with a wink.
“There you go again, doing all that special ‘Camille stuff’ that’s just so hot,” Ross said, stepping closer and wrapping her up in his arms.
“You think you can just say all those nice things about me and I’m putty in your hands?
I don’t think so,” Camille said sarcastically.
She was feeling a little bold and sexy. She ran the back of her hand down his chest and brushed her fingers along that space at the top of his jeans right before moving them downward.
“Oh, and you think you can touch my dick playfully, and there are no consequences?”
Camille was nearly laughing at this point, but she played along. “I didn’t say there were no consequences,” she answered, smiling. “In fact, I think you need to show me exactly what the consequences are because I’m pretty sure I’d love them.” Her face had a smirk that he couldn’t resist.
Ross picked her up, and Camille let out a little squeal. “Well, okay then!” Ross said. “Consequences coming up!” “Thank goodness,” Camille whispered.
Ross playfully tossed Camille onto the bed and then took a moment to pull his t-shirt over his head. Camille would never get tired of seeing his smooth, firm chest and the way his muscles cut into his hips.
Ross could feel Camille’s eyes on him, making the fire inside him rage even more. After Ross had also removed his pants, he was standing there, naked, right in front of her, and her eyes could not refuse him. She stared at every inch of Ross’s gorgeous body.
Ross leaned down and pulled Camille up to him, pulling her sweater over her head in the same seamless motion.
When his hand began stroking her over her jeans, Camille’s eyes closed, and Ross could see her head begin to dip.
With a gentle and easy movement, Ross then pulled Camille’s bra over her head and placed little kisses all over her chest.
This slow, sultry progression left Camille in the most glorious state. Ross reached to unbutton her jeans, and she helped push them down over her curves. Camille’s tiny, little panties were now the only thing between the two lovers, and when Camille started to remove them, Ross stopped her.
“Keep them on for now,” he said in a breathy voice. “They’re sexy. I like them.”
Ross’s sexy request had Camille tingling with anticipation.
She was all eyes when he climbed on the bed.
He took her arms and pulled them up over her head, and pinned them there with one hand while the other one traced her mouth with his finger.
Camille’s heart was racing, and her imagination had no boundaries.
When she slightly parted her lips and pulled Ross’s finger into her mouth with her tongue, a grin formed from the corners of Ross’s mouth.
She was full of surprises, and he loved it.
Camille may have been the one pinned to the bed, but the power dynamic was about to shift in her favor. She watched Ross’s face constrict as she sucked his finger slowly and then swirled her tongue all around it.
“I don’t quite know what to think about that,” Ross said, a bit rattled. “Oh, I think you do, Ross,” she said, pulling his finger back into her warm, wet mouth.
Ross was aching now and had one choice. He unpinned her arms and turned onto his back, propping himself up with the pillow.
He didn’t want to miss a single second watching her devour him.
Camille took him in her hand and pulled long and hard before pushing his legs apart to make room.
She settled there and kept her hand firmly on his shaft, stroking while placing her tongue down below.
She licked slowly and pulled him into her mouth with the same bewitching motion she’d used with his finger.
She watched Ross’s eyes roll to the back of his head when she sucked gently, flicking him with her tongue.
“Fuck, Camille,” he said, lifting his hips off the bed, his signal that he needed more.
Camille got up on her knees and took all of Ross into her mouth.
She could feel him pressing the back of her throat as she stroked him with one hand and continued to tease him with the other.
She sucked him now from base up to the tip, just the way he liked it.
And when her eyes peered up at him, still sucking, she gave him a sexy wink.
Ross had to shut this down, or he was a goner.
“Oh no, you don’t!” he said. Ross scooted down flat on the bed and pulled Camille up to him. “You’re the one who had consequences, young lady.”
Camille smiled as he pulled her all the way up to his face. “Straddle me!”
Camille quickly did as she was told. Ross’s commanding tone had her parts clinching before he ever touched her.
Ross pulled her lace panties to one side, and Camille gasped as his fingers brushed against her.
It was an innocent move, but so sexy that it made her heart race.
Now, she was breathless with anticipation as he pulled her down and licked her mercilessly.
When he opened his mouth wide and then put his lips around her whole sex and sucked her, Camille arched her back and bared down even more.
“Just like that, Ross,” she said, pushing herself down even more. She was swaying into him, and Ross just loved making her lose control. But he wanted her consequences to be epic, and he wasn’t letting up.
“Come for me, Camille. Come undone on my tongue. I need to watch you come undone.”
Camille allowed sexy words to be her permission to let go.
“Fuck, Ross … oh fuck, yes, oh fuck … there … there … there!” She was damn near screaming, and neither one cared.
Her climax lasted so long, and Ross continued to relentlessly tease her with his tongue—no mercy whatsoever.
Long after he should have stopped his persistent pursuit, he licked and sucked her gently, arousing her again.
When he lifted her, he sat up and squarely looked her in the eyes.
“Don’t for one second think I’m done with you.”
Ross got out of bed and pulled Camille to the edge and then eased two fingers inside her, nice and slow. His slow pace, intentionally gripping her inside gem, had her in a frenzy. Ross watched as her stomach muscles clenched and her hips twisted. And when he picked up his pace, Camille groaned.
“I know you like that, but I’m going to fuck you now, Camille. I can’t take it anymore.”
Ross grabbed her ankles, pushed her knees up to her chest, and then pushed inside, thrusting hard and fast, and Camille was on the verge of another orgasm.
“Oh, Ross! So, good, so good,” she moaned, bucking up into him at a feverish pace.
Ross released her legs and grabbed her hips and pulled her to him harder now, driving deep every single time.
“That’s it,” Camille said, touching that spot that would send her over the edge again.
“You feel so good, baby,” Ross moaned. His teeth were clenched, and he knew his climax was near. Ross was done when he could hear Camille’s familiar whimpers prefacing her release. And when he could feel her pulsing and gripping him, he held one last thrust deep inside her.
“Fuck, Camille!”
They were both spent and collapsed on the bed. It was several seconds before Camille opened her eyes to see her gorgeous man staring at her. He placed his hand on the side of her face and kissed her with a sweet and meaningful passion.
“I love your consequences, Ross. They make me wanna be bad.”
Ross laughed and kissed her. “Okay, but give me a few minutes, alright?”