Chapter Cameron
CAMERON
“I knew I was going to hell the moment I saw her.”
She’s wearing my T-shirt. The worn fabric swallowing her tiny frame, its hem landing barely midway down her soft thighs. And I don’t buy for a second that she’s wearing it because her mom hasn’t done laundry in two weeks. No, she’s wearing it because she knows what it does to me.
I should not be looking at her the way I am, my eyes narrow and focused on how my shirt rides up every time she moves, reaches for something that’s a little too high for her.
Every time she does, the sexy little cleft where her ass meets her thighs is exposed, filling my head with thoughts I should not be having.
And why not? She’s eighteen. A woman capable of consent.
But no, that’s not the problem. The problem is that I’m dating her mother.
Mercedes sprawls on the couch, her bottle of wine already half-empty, and it’s only mid-afternoon. Black mascara is smudged below her eyes. I lean against the counter, watching her daughter as she cleans up the mess her mom made on last night’s bender.
She’s such a good girl. Doing her best to be responsible, to make do. To take care of all the things her mother should be handling.
She’s barely legal, for Christ’s sake, and in three months when I turn thirty-six, I’ll be twice her goddamn age. But what am I supposed to do? Katie is an absolute goddess, prancing around just begging me to breed her.
I run my hand under the faucet and slick my hair back with the cold water, trying to calm my hunger. But when I see how the afternoon light catches the curve of her hip, the lust that’s been rising inside me since I first set eyes on her spikes to new levels.
She’s nothing like her mother, who is testy and rough. Despite the failings of her upbringing, Katie still somehow moves like an angel through the cramped space of the trailer. She hasn’t been ruined…yet.
“Cam!” Her mom’s voice cuts through my daydream, her tone slurred and demanding, like I’m her butler. “Another bottle!”
I don’t move. My eyes remain fixed on Katie as she turns. She catches me staring, and color floods her cute little cheeks. It’s real, not the artificial blush of her mother’s drugstore makeup, and it sends blood rushing to my cock.
I don’t know why I’m still with Mercedes. She’s a completely different woman than the one I met. I sometimes wonder, would I still be here if Katie wasn’t around?
“Did you hear me, Cam?” Mercedes snaps.
“Get it yourself,” I snap back, my voice rough like sandpaper.
Katie’s eyes widen. Nobody talks to her mom like that. Not even previous boyfriends, the parade of losers that they were.
But I’m no loser. I have plans. I’m not going to be a mechanic on payroll forever. I’m going to open a garage of my own—be somebody.
Not that Katie believes me. I see the weary skepticism in her eyes when she looks at me. She thinks I’m like the rest of her mother’s past bad decisions. And honestly, I don’t blame her.
Mercedes mutters something foul under her breath, gets up, and stumbles to the kitchen herself. On her way, she shoulders Katie just hard enough to cause her to stumble. My jaw clenches tight.
“Hey, watch it,” I growl.
Mercedes just laughs. “Protective of my little daughter, Cam? Who are you? Superman?” She grabs her bottle of wine, then drags a fingernail across my jaw as she passes. “Just remember who warms your bed at night.”
That’s bullshit. Mercedes and I have never consummated our relationship—if it could even be classified as one. Most nights she’s too drunk to do anything but pass out. Not that I care. The moment I saw Katie, everything about her mom became background noise.
Katie’s plump little ass shakes as she fills the dishwasher, pretending not to hear me argue with her mom. But I see the tension in her slim shoulders, the way her hands shake slightly as she moves.
Without thinking, I go over and hand her a dish towel. My bulge pulses hard against the fly of my jeans and nearly presses against the bump of her ass as her scent floods my senses, driving me into a frenzy.
I’m a bad, bad man…
“You don’t have to clean up after her,” I whisper, my breath stirring her hair.
“Someone has to,” she replies softly.
She turns slightly, and suddenly we’re close. Too close, staring into each other’s eyes like something out of a movie.
I see her pulse pounding in her throat, her lips parting slightly. Christ, I can’t even imagine how good they’d feel wrapped around my hard-on. And matched with those innocent eyes that have no business looking at me the way they are right now…
No, Cam. She’s off-limits. You’ll ruin her. I know this, and yet somehow, that just turns me on even more.
“Cameron…”
Hearing my name from her lips is like gasoline being thrown on the fire I’ve been trying to put out inside me for weeks.
She’s braless. Her nipples are hard beneath the vintage fabric of my shirt. Her dirty blond hair spills down across her shoulders like sparkling waterfalls. And her tits are enough to make my mouth water.
It’s like she’s got two ripe coconuts under there, perky as all hell, causing me to feel light-headed as my balls tighten.
I should tell her to put some goddamn pants on. What’s she even thinking dressing like this around me? Doesn’t she know she’s almost naked? Doesn’t she know I’m a full-grown man, filled with testosterone? Does she know what I could do to her if I just stopped holding back?
“You shouldn’t walk around half-naked, little girl. Even at home.”
“Little girl?” Her eyes flash. There’s defiance there, but something else beneath. “I’m eighteen, you know.”
“Barely.”
She shrugs. “Yeah, well, I’m old enough.”
Old enough? Old enough for what? Is she saying what I think she’s saying? Has she already been had by another man? The thought alone nearly demolishes me.
She’s young, but she’s not na?ve. She has to know what she’s doing. But the real question is why? Is she just trying to start trouble, or is there some kind of real intent there? She must have no idea what I’d do if I actually allowed myself to put my hands on her.
No way she’s teasing me—inviting me to have my way with her. Guys her age must be falling at her feet, just dying to get a sniff of her panties.
But she couldn’t possibly be into one of those little punks, could she? Just picturing one of them fumbling their way across her has me ready to explode.
She deserves a man who knows what to do with a body like that–a body built for sin. She deserves me.
I can’t even imagine how tight her little cunt must be. As far as I know, Katie’s never had a boyfriend. She’s untouched. A virgin. And goddamn, what I wouldn’t do to stretch her walls around the girth of my swollen cock.
I step back, getting distance between us before I do something I can’t take back. “I–I’ve got to get to the garage.”
Sal’s Garage, where I work anywhere from fifty to sixty hours a week, saving every penny I can, taking meetings with a realtor about the property down on Route 9. It kills me that Katie sees me as just another grease monkey nobody.
“As usual,” she sighs. “Even on Sundays.”
“Hey, a man’s gotta work.”
“My mom says you’re wasting your time, you know. She says you’ll never be—”
“Your mom says a lot of things,” I snap, the words coming out harsher than I intended. “It doesn’t make them true.”
Katie bites her lip, and I have to look away to keep myself from putting my hands on her. “I don’t think you’re wasting your time.”
What’s she saying? That she has faith in me? “Katie—”
“I see how you look at me, Cameron.”
Her words blindside me like a pitch out of left field. “What—what are you talking about?”
I glance over at Mercedes, this beauty’s mother, who is now passed out on the couch, snoring like a horse.
Katie lifts her chin, eyes swimming with courage and terror at the same time. “Like…you’re hungry. Like you want to eat.”
Like I’m dying is more like it. “Go to your room, Katie,” I command like she has any reason to listen to me.
“Why?”
“Because if you don’t…I’m going to do something we will both regret.”
But Katie doesn’t leave. In fact, she moves closer, flooding my senses with her scent. All I can think about is burying my nose between her thighs and filling my lungs with the delicious perfume of her little young pussy.
Her breasts bounce slightly as she moves, and that sends me over the edge. Grabbing my coat, I whirl and burst out the door into the blue evening light.
I need to go. If I stay, I’ll ruin her.
Her voice echoes through the night air, calling my name as I hop into my truck and gun it, leaving the trailer park behind as I head for Sal’s.
My vision is blurred, and my cock is pulsing between my thighs as I fight to control the truck and keep from swerving off the road.
My hunger for Katie is overwhelming. Filthy thoughts fill my mind, all the things I want to do to her innocent body. Mark her, fuck her so hard and so well that she forgets any other man even exists.
By the time I pull into Sal’s parking lot, I’m so hard that even the feeling of my cock rubbing against my briefs as I climb out of the truck nearly sends me over the edge. I’m like a goddamn teen again. I haven’t been this boned up over a girl in years.
I’m shaking as I use my key and stumble inside the dark garage, the smell of oil and metal wrapping me up. Thank God no one else is here tonight. I’m about to step way over the line.
My cock’s been aching since she spoke my name, standing there in my shirt, nipples pressing through the fabric like she was daring me to act on my wicked urges.
I drop into the chair, yanking open my jeans. Relief and torment rock me as I wrap my hand around my cock. Goddamn it, Katie.
Pre-cum spills from the tip. I use it as lube as I stroke myself to her image—the shy little bite of her lower lip, the blush on her cheeks, the way those thighs tease me like an invitation. I picture her turning toward me, eyes wide, whispering, “Please, Cam. Fuck me.”
My body jerks, pulsing with a wild and unstoppable heat. Her name tears from my lips as a groan as I erupt over my stomach and thighs, shaking, gasping for air.
Then…silence. Only the rhythmic tick of the cooling system and the dull roar of depravity in my head.
I stare down at the mess on my hand, disgust wracking through me. “What am I doing?” She’s Mercedes’ daughter. She’s barely even eighteen.
But even as I promise to myself that this ends tomorrow, I know I’m lying. Katie’s already under my skin, like an invisible splinter I know I’ll never be able to remove.
She will be my downfall or my salvation.
Either way, I’m too far down the rabbit hole to care. I’ve never felt more alive, and there’s no turning back now.
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The Man in Mom’s Bed
I knew I was going to hell the moment I saw her. She’s eighteen, gorgeous—and my girlfriend’s daughter.
I told myself I’d stay away. Keep my hands clean. But when she walks through the trailer wearing only my t-shirt, looking at me like I’m her whole world, I can’t fight it anymore.
She deserves college, friends her own age, a life untouched by a grease-stained mechanic like me.
They’ll say it’s wrong. That I ruined her. But the truth is simpler.
Katie is mine. Always was, always will be.
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