Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
CAMERON
I ’ve been dying to sit Kamila down to talk since Saturday. The night at the Kappa party was some of the best sex I’ve ever had, and she’s crazy if she thinks that once is enough for us. There’s no sense in her hiding how good it was. Hell, she even told me how hard she came.
Kamila attempts to tug her hand out of mine when we’re outside of King’s Wolf. I huff out an impatient breath but let it go.
“Where are you taking me?” By her stance and volume, I can tell that she’s clearly annoyed. Can’t blame the woman. It’s not her fault that she didn’t know I took classes senior year to surprise Ana and her family in the summer with my awesome moves.
“Well, we aren’t going to have this conversation in a loud bar where you can’t hear me, so I thought we’d walk on campus. Maybe sit on a bench or something.”
“Sit on a bench?” She eyes me suspiciously before reaching into her purse. “I never back out of a deal, so I’ll follow you to ‘the bench.’” She struggles with her bag finally finding her phone. “Before we go, I need to text Zo to see if she’s okay. ”
Chuckling, I point toward the corner next to the bar entrance where Zoey and Will are practically dry humping against a wall.
“I wouldn’t worry about her.”
That was a dick move on Zoey’s part, leaving her friend alone like that for so long. It’s one of the reasons I went into King’s Wolf. It took everything in me not to take Kamila over my shoulder again with the amount of guys who were watching her. Every time somebody moved to dance with her, I stopped them and told them who she was with, even if she didn’t know it.
Kamila raises her voice. “And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why I don’t do relationships.” She sends a quick text and stomps ahead of me.
Woah. After two and a half years, I thought she would’ve had at least one.
“You still don’t do relationships?”
She spares me a glance. “No.”
“How and why?”
Kamila stops abruptly. “Look, I agreed to talk about Saturday night, not to talk about my dating history. So, if you don’t mind, I’d really like to stick to that plan.”
Touchy. “You’re right. Sorry.”
She resumes her strides. “Wow, a sorry from Cameron Kahlo. That’s new.”
“Don’t get used to it,” I deadpan.
We’re quiet on our way to campus. Once we reach the quad, I point to a bench, she nods, and we sit down. I’m about to kick off the conversation, but when I turn, she has her eyes closed as she smiles and breathes in the night air. I’d forgotten how much she loves fall. Back in high school, she would always point out when the leaves were beginning to change colors, something I would’ve never paid attention to if it weren’t for her.
“Okay, Cameron. Go ahead.” She shakes me out of my thoughts.
Taking in a deep breath, I rush to get everything out .
“Let me start off by saying that I understand why you feel like you shouldn’t have sex with me again, but your sister and I have been broken up for more than two years. Yes, it didn’t end well for reasons that neither of us want to get into right now, but we’re in college. It’s our lives, our business, nobody else’s. Saturday was some of the best sex I’ve ever had, and you told me that you felt the same way.” I halt for a moment, and she doesn’t correct me, so I keep going. “How can you go from doing that once to never again? If you really are done with me and sincerely don’t want me to ever touch you again, I will leave you alone. Except from what I’ve seen, you’re lying to me and to yourself. I just want the truth, so be honest—do you really not want to have sex with me again?”
I’m out of breath by the time I finish my little speech. This is the first time I’ve ever had to have this type of conversation with a woman. I’m not saying they fall at my feet, but I haven’t had many issues in that department.
She’s been staring at me for a while now, and I can’t tell if she’s stunned or scared. I wouldn’t blame her if she ran away from me, I sound insane. Hopefully, she knows that I would never and have never forced any woman to do anything they didn’t want to.
“I don’t want to stop,” she says barely above a whisper.
My eyes feel like they’re going to fall out of their sockets. I’m usually quick at schooling my facial expressions, although this time, I can’t.
“Wait, what?”
“Come on, Cameron, don’t be a dick, you heard me.”
“I need to hear you say it like you mean it. I’m not forcing you into doing anything you don’t want to.” Because I need to make sure that my mind isn’t playing fucking tricks on me right now.
All of a sudden, there’s a short, curvy girl straddling my hips as she grabs my face.
“I said, I. Don’t. Want. To. Stop.” Kami kisses me, and I tense before feeling her tongue swipe against my lips and a moan escapes her. At the contact of our tongues, I groan, fisting her shirt. Before I know it, we’re no better than Zoey and Will. We’re dry humping in the middle of the quad. Grabbing her ass, I push her against my cock that’s rock hard under my jeans. Out of nowhere, she puts a hand to my chest and pushes herself upward.
“No, we need to finish the conversation. You’re right, this needs to be discussed.” She fixes her shirt.
Trying to clear the fog in my head at what the fuck just happened, I fix my dick in my pants which is currently straining against the zipper of my jeans.
“You agreed you weren’t done either. What else is there to talk about?”
She paces back and forth in front of me. I tap my foot against the concrete, waiting for her to sort out her thoughts. After what seems like a fucking eternity, she stops to face me. Her features are completely straight laced.
“We need a set of rules. One that neither one of us can break. I’ve had bad…” She clears her throat. “I’ve had bad experiences in the past, and I don’t want anything like that to happen again.” She suddenly looks agitated.
“Did someone hurt you?” Maybe it was that pathetic little man, Mike. I interrupt her as she begins to respond. “Did somebody force themselves?—”
“No, no, nothing like that.”
Thank fuck. I would’ve killed him.
My breathing evens out. “I’m listening then. List your conditions.”
“Okay.” She holds up her right fist and lifts a finger with each point. “One, this is just sex. There will be no cuddling, pillow talk, or anything emotionally intimate.”
“No problem. Next.”
“Two. We’re not exclusive. We get to sleep with other people, but we have to use protection with everyone, including each other. ”
“I never forget it.”
She raises a brow at me and I hold my hands up. “Okay, that was one time, and it was with you. We still used a condom.”
“Well, don’t get close to forgetting again. Three.” She lets out the most dramatic sigh I’ve ever heard. “If either of us starts to develop feelings for somebody else or each other, we end things right away.”
“Rest assured, that will not be a problem between us.” There are several reasons as to why it can’t and won’t ever happen. It is the absolute last thing on my mind.
Kamila laughs darkly. “You’d be surprised, Kahlo. You’d be very surprised.”
I’m not surprised if it’s happened in the past. However, I keep that thought to myself.
“And finally, four, we tell no one, and I mean no one . This stays between us, and that’s it. Not even Milo.”
I bark out a laugh. “Milo’s a cat. Who the fuck is he going to tell?”
Her face remains even. “Nobody can know. I trust my friends with my life, but I don’t want them knowing anything. I feel guilty enough as it is.”
That makes me clear headed. “I can’t tell you not to feel guilty, Kamila. What I can tell you is that I don’t think what we’re doing is wrong.”
She shakes her head and raises her voice. “Do you agree to my terms or not?”
I stand up and gaze down at her five-foot-three frame. “Yes, but I have one of my own. I’m surprised you didn’t list it.”
“What?”
“I don’t want to hear Ana’s name again.”
Her features harden and I see anger ignite behind her amber eyes.
“Got it,” she says between clenched teeth. Obviously, the topic of Ana doesn’t appeal to her either. “So, when should we start? ”
“Do you have an early class tomorrow?"
My facial expression must give something away since her breaths come in shorter. “No, my first class is ours at eleven.”
“Then how about we start now? I have a single.”
Kamila licks her lips and swallows slowly. “Okay.”
“Thank fuck.”
I toss her over my shoulder, slapping her ass, and carry her to my room.