Chapter 54
Chapter Fifty-Four
KAMILA
M ilo is seated on my lap purring while I graze my hand through his black and white fur. Cam and I are sitting a couple of feet away from each other on the large couch in his living room. I’ve caught him looking my way a few times in the past couple of hours, and the tension between us is thick. Questions and conversations not yet had linger in the air, making me feel slightly uncomfortable and extremely anxious.
The good news is, I doubt we’ll get to the third movie. Thanks to my late arrival, we had to start the marathon a little later. It also helps that on the smaller couch next to us, his parents are falling asleep in each other’s arms.
The sight of them warms my chest. I forgot how in love they are. Liz is still amazing and accepted me back into their home like no time had passed at all. Mark and I barely spoke, but his presence alone is comforting.
By the time I was out of the shower and drying my hair, I realized that they were most likely interrogating Cam. He hadn’t brought the shirt downstairs until half an hour after I was out of the shower.
If only I could get some alone time with him, but I came here knowing this is his parent’s house, and we would most likely not have much, if any, time alone with each other. I came here for Cam and his company, and no matter the circumstances, that is what I am getting.
Jake was, of course, the one who got me his address in less than ten minutes, thanks to his connections through his father’s company. He probably shouldn’t be doing it, but he was happy to.
I don’t know why I felt like I couldn’t just call Cameron and ask him directly. Maybe because I secretly knew that once I saw or heard him, I’d break down. Not to say that I didn’t cry on the way here, but it was controlled and didn’t distract me enough to get into an accident. Earlier, when he was comforting me, I felt secure, safe, warm, and like nothing existed outside of our embrace. It was something I had never felt with anyone else. Something I always secretly craved but had never expected to experience in my life.
The movie credits start to roll as I finish my bowl of popcorn and second glass of red wine Liz gave me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Cameron down the rest of his third beer. I turn to look at him fully and my heart rate picks up when I find him already staring. He gives me a sweet smile that is coated in lust. It’s making me feel things I shouldn’t be while his parents are only a couple of feet away.
It’s hard to believe that his smile never affected me the way it does now. That seems like a lifetime ago. Our eyes haven’t strayed for a solid two minutes now, and when he notices the mutual lust behind my look, he smirks causing my stomach to dip. My cheeks heat and I move my gaze back to the screen. A small chuckle sounds from his side.
Asshole.
My phone vibrates in my pocket for the millionth time today, and I rub my forehead. I’m tired of the messages from my mom. She knows I’m safe with the Kahlo’s and I apologized for practically stealing her car and for skipping Christmas, but not for what I said. I need a damn break. There’s only so much my mind and body can take. I hope she knows that I feel shitty for doing what I did and for not being able to spend the holidays with her, still I can’t pretend that everything’s okay with Ana, it’s not in my nature. It would be a miserable time for me, making it miserable for my mom and everyone around us.
“Hey, Mom, Dad,” Cam says quietly, interrupting my thoughts.
Liz’s eyes open. “Fuck. Did we really fall asleep during The Holiday ?” She shakes her husband. “Mark, wake up, we fell asleep during my favorite movie.”
I smile.
“We see it every year, Mom, and you didn’t miss anything new. Surprisingly enough, the ending hasn’t changed in over a decade.” Cam laughs quietly and looks over at me briefly. “I’m going to head up to my room now.”
That catches me off guard. I thought we would have more time or an opportunity to sneak into the kitchen and talk. I’m also not ready to be alone with my thoughts yet.
“That’s not a bad idea. Tomorrow’s a busy day.” Liz yawns, gives Cam a hug, and then comes to wrap her arms around me. We’re about the same height, meanwhile the two men around us are over six feet tall. “There’s plenty of streaming channels on the TV in the basement. Watch or rent whatever you want.”
She gives me one more squeeze before letting go. “Thank you for everything. And if you need me to leave tomorrow before your dinner, I completely?—”
“Do not dare finish that sentence. You’re joining us for dinner.” Liz narrows her eyes that are almost identical to Cameron’s. “And if memory serves, you’re one hell of a baker. I could use some help making the desserts. Mark is making all the hard stuff since I burn almost everything.”
Nodding, I answer, “I usually only bake on the holidays, but I guess I’m pretty good if my relatives keep coming back for more.” An image of my family eating the desserts I made without me, surrounded by laughter makes my eyes sting, and I think Liz notices because her voice goes up a notch.
“Well then, meet me in the kitchen at eleven, and we can make the menu, deal?”
“Deal.” I nod again, holding back tears.
Cameron is gone by the time I’m done talking to Liz. Mark gives me a hug goodnight, and I walk downstairs to the basement apartment. Before today, I only ever thought of basements in a creepy, dirty way, until I walked into Liz’s remodeled one. The room itself is almost completely white, with new hardwood floors and touches of light blue on the furniture. It has a beachy feel to it and smells like a clean hotel room.
After getting ready for bed, I turn the TV on and start flipping through movies. Men in Black 3 comes up. Cam and I never got to finish it when he was sick. An involuntary smirk crosses my face when I remember that night. I’m interrupted by another buzz from my phone and groan. Grabbing it, I hurriedly unlock the screen to see what the hell is going on now.
CK: Hey are you still awake?
I let out a breath of relief, thanking whoever is up there that he did plan on talking to me tonight.
Me: Yes I am. Why?
“Come on, come on. Don’t let me down now.”
CK: Can we talk?
Yes.
Me: Yes, where?
CK: I’ll head to the basement now.
“Oh shit.” Running, I check myself in the bathroom mirror. Not terrible, although if he’s still attracted to me after how I looked earlier today, then I think I’m safe. The bed barely makes a sound when I jump back into it, attempting to look calm and casual.
I’m actually nervous about this. I’m usually never nervous around guys. I’m not a massive fan of this feeling.
There’s a knock upstairs .
“Come in,” I say in my most nonchalant tone.
Footsteps come down before a Cameron in dark red sweatpants and black t-shirt emerges, looking sexy as hell in my favorite colors.
He smiles at me shyly. “You’re watching the movie without me?”
“What?” Whipping my head to the screen, I remember what I was doing before he texted me. “Oh, right. Yeah, well, we never finished it so...” I trail off.
“Right.” His eyes shift downwards and then back up at me. “Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all.” Shifting to the other side of the bed, Cam sits against the wall next to me.
We both have our backs leaning on the headboard, eyes forward on the screen, and neither one of us has said a word. I catch a whiff of his earthy smell, and it takes a whole lot of willpower not to touch him.
Should I make a move? Should we talk first? Isn’t that what he came to do anyways, was to talk? So why isn’t he talking?
“You said you wanted to talk,” I spit out quickly.
He jumps a little at my voice and nods nervously. “Yes, I did, I mean I do .”
“Okay, go ahead,” I encourage.
“Okay.” Cam moves to face me, remaining quiet for a bit while staring at my face with a blank expression. “A lot of the things I needed to say were said recently within songs, dances, gifts, and gestures. But the one thing I’ve said only once so far is that I’m sorry.” He takes in a deep breath. “I’m sorry for all the stress I caused you. I’m sorry that while we were sleeping with each other, I was withholding information from you. I’m sorry for not telling you about David the moment I saw you. I’m so damn sorry for losing your trust, but what I’m most sorry for is putting you in harm’s way. I never knew that David was capable of physical and emotional harm. And if I did, I’d most likely be in jail for knowing what he did and attempted to do to you.” Another deep breath. “I can’t promise you that I’ll never make another mistake or stupidly fuck something up again; however, what I can promise you is that I will…I will…” he stutters.
“You will what, Cameron?” My voice is calm, meanwhile my entire body is buzzing, waiting for the words I’ve been needing to hear since that night.
He exhales a shaky breath. “My life’s mission is and always will be to never make you doubt how much I love you.” As if those words haven’t shaken me to my core, he continues. “This is how I should’ve said it the first time.” He smiles. “I love you, Kamila. Even back in high school, we knew our souls were made for each other and neither one of us ever forgot that. My heart is completely and wholly yours. What I want and need is you. Just you.” Cam grabs my face in both his hands. “What do you say, Kami? Do you forgive me? Do you want to give us a shot?”
Taking the time to search his eyes for any lies, all I find is pure, honest love. Now that I’ve let my walls down, I can see that this man means every word he is saying and that my entire heart is his too. It has been his since the first day we met in that classroom four and a half years ago. He’s always been mine, and I’ve always been his, we were just too young and stubborn to see it.
I nod harshly in response and at my realization.
He laughs. “Words, Kami, I need words.”
“Yes, yes to both.” Our lips meet, and what starts off as a sweet, romantic kiss, quickly turns into a lustful one. Next thing I know, I’m straddling him. My hands grip his hair harshly, and what I thought was going to be some soft, slow, sweet lovemaking turns into weeks and weeks of built-up tension exploding into harsh foreplay.
He bites my lip while letting out a groan, and I bite it back just as harshly, letting our tongues tangle back together. I pull his shirt up over his head while his teeth clamp around my nipples through the fabric. Yelping due to the pain and pleasure of the sting, I quickly shut my mouth, remembering where we are .
Cam lets out a low chuckle next to my ear. He drops his voice to an almost whisper. “You really need to work on being quiet, baby. This room might be far from theirs, but your screams carry, especially when you come. And tonight, I plan to make that happen multiple times.” He nips at my neck and my hips move on their own accord, feeling his hard dick on my clit. “Yeah, keep doing that; I want you ready for me,” he groans.
“I am ready for you,” I say in between moans.
“Are you sure?” His heavy eyes meet mine as he takes my nipple in between his fingers and pinches them.
Suppressing my scream, I nod.
“Let’s check, shall we?”
Before I’m able to answer, his hand travels under my thong, where I know he’s going to find that I’m practically dripping for him. His fingers reach my clit, but pass it slowly while my breath quickens. He pushes two fingers into me at once, and hisses while I bury my face into his neck, keeping myself from moaning his name.
“You’re always so fucking soaked, Kamila.” He pulls his hand away and adds a third finger.
“Cameron, please.” I grab his hair, feeling desperate and full.
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
He grabs my chin so that we’re looking at each other.
“I need to come.” The words leave me between moans and heavy breaths.
His face breaks out into a slow satisfied smile. “Take off your clothes.” He snatches his hand away from under me, and I huff in disappointment.
Slowly, I stand up and take my pants off, then my underwear, and finally his shirt that I’m wearing. Cameron’s eyes don’t leave my body for a second, admiring it as if it's the first time he’s seen it.
He tilts his chin up. “Come here and lay down.”
“Make me.” I smile sweetly, and he cocks his pierced brow in challenge .
Cam stands until he’s hovering over me. His dick is straining against his sweats practically pitching a tent, and somehow, he’s ignoring it. Unlike him, I can’t ignore my needs. I need someone or something to touch me soon. His finger swipes my bottom lip, grazing my neck, the top of my breasts, around my nipples, down to the center of my stomach, and the slow tease is broken when he lifts me over his shoulder, slaps my ass, and drops me to the bed. He spreads my legs wide open, takes my mouth again, and kisses me all the way down, paying my belly button piercing a little more attention than usual before his face is in front of my center.
His eyes meet mine while he opens up my knees a little more to look at my pussy. Then his head disappears, and I feel the wetness of his tongue on my clit.
My body spasms. “Cameron,” I breathe, remembering how amazing this feels.
He gives me a groan of approval and flicks his tongue in slow glides. I’m already close, but there’s something missing, and I know that he knows what it is. He’s gotten to know my body better than I have within the past few months.
“Cameron, please,” I beg, trying my hardest not to scream.
He pauses before looking up at me. “What do you need, Kamila?” he asks darkly, and I know the words he wants me to say are purely for his needs.
“Something inside of me.” He ceases all movement, wanting me to be more specific as always. “Your fingers inside of me.”
He kisses my thigh. “That’s my girl.” I whimper at the use of the phrase, and apparently, he hears it because suddenly, three fingers are inside of me. This time, I let out a long moan.
“Now squirt in my fucking mouth, Kamila,” he demands.
The second his tongue is back on my clit, my body stiffens, and I do exactly that, feeling high on the release. He keeps fingering me until I’m begging him to stop. Sometimes, he keeps going to make me come a second time, but this time, he listens .
My chest is rising heavily as I look up at him, still needing and wanting more.
“How the hell are you keeping it together like you are? It’s been weeks,” I state.
He chuckles. “I’m barely holding on by a thread, baby.” I open my mouth to speak, but he puts a finger to my lips to shush me. “The control I had slipped the moment you came on my mouth.”
His lips meet mine again, and he shows me exactly how little self-control he has left.