Chapter 55
Chapter Fifty-Five
CAMERON
K amila’s tongue battles against mine while we both struggle at tugging my pants down. Her come is still all over my mouth as we kiss, which only makes me harder, and I’m concerned about how fast I might finish the second I’m inside of her. But like she said, it’s been too fucking long. I need her just as much as she needs me, if not more.
Pulling away from her lips, I look into those golden eyes and gently caress her face. She leans into my hand, her gaze not straying from mine.
I love this woman. We were made for each other.
She still hasn’t said it back, and that’s fine. She’ll say it when she’s ready, I can wait.
For her, I’ll wait forever.
Then, as I line myself up against her, a thought comes to mind.
“All of this means you’re my girlfriend, right?” I blurt out.
Kami looks at me, confused, and rightfully so. I’m barely holding on here, but it’s something I need to know now before I put my cock inside of her.
“Hmm, I’m not sure,” she muses.
“Kamila,” I warn .
Suddenly, I’m flipped over, and she’s straddling me.
“How did you?—”
“Yes, Cameron.” She sinks herself onto my dick, and we both moan as she clamps around me. “I’m your girlfriend.”
“Fuck, fuck ,” I hiss, trying to remain in control while she slowly grinds herself onto me. Then the thread I was holding onto snaps. I pick her ass all the way up and slam her back down, burying myself deep inside of her. The sounds of our grunts, moans, and screams continue.
“You’re mine, Kamila.”
My fingers grab onto her nipples, and I pinch them. Still squeezing both tits back and forth with one hand, I lower the other to squeeze and slap her ass.
“Yes. I’m yours,” she cries.
Fuck yes. I flip her onto her back and move in hard, long strokes. Her eyes glaze over as my mouth falls to her neck, licking, kissing, and nipping.
“That feels so good, don’t stop,” she implores as her hips move in rhythm with mine. My dick twitches at the pleading in her voice and the movement of her own body. I’m not going to last for much longer.
Kami’s never been this loud before, and it’s turning me on even more. Somehow, I still have the common sense to put a hand over her mouth and muffle her cries. This only seems to edge her on more, and her pussy starts to clench around my cock. I curse again. I’m going to take her to a secluded area one day where we can fuck for hours and not worry about how loud we both are.
She says something, and I pull my hand away, wanting to hear her words clearly.
“I’m going to come.” She looks me straight in the eye. “Come with me. Come inside of me while I squirt all over you.”
Fuck me.
Our tongues meet, and I pull away quickly to look at her, wanting to go over the edge together .
“I’m close,” I say, making sure she knows I’m right there with her.
My fingers reach her clit as I thrust into her until we both stiffen and we explode after weeks of barely touching.
She shakes as we both come down from what I believe was the best sex we’ve had so far.
I kiss her lazily while slowly moving inside of her, still not fully emptied.
After another minute, I pull out of her and lay down on my side. My breathing finally starts to slow, as does hers.
Turning my head, I find her with closed eyes and a hazy smile plastered across her face. She’s so fucking beautiful and officially mine. The paranoia I’ve had for weeks starts to lessen, making me feel like my old self. A better version of me because of my girl.
“Five more minutes and then round two?” Kamila says unexpectedly.
My cock twitches at the request, and I know I’ll be ready before then.
“I can do that.”
She turns to me with eyes wide open. “Oh, God, I was kidding. Give me at least twenty, please.”
My chest shakes as I laugh at the terrified look on her face. “I’ll give you thirty.”
Kami shivers. “Sounds good.”
“Thirsty? Hungry?”
Her eyes shift downwards. “Would it be embarrassing to say both?”
Immediately, I lift her chin. I hate that she still has these insecurities because of what other men and her sister have said to her.
Fucking pricks.
“Never, baby. There’s a minifridge under the TV with drinks to tie you over, and I’ll run to the kitchen for some snacks. ”
Ten minutes later, we’re sharing a bag of chips, having a soda, and talking about things we hadn’t before.
“There’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while now.” One that I wasn’t willing to until everything was okay between us.
Kami waves her hand. “Shoot.”
“Would you consider taking an offer from Ethan and I to be our publicist when we start putting the shop together?” She sits up to look at me with narrowed eyes. “We would pay you, of course.”
She waves a hand in the air again, shutting me up. “Wait, wait. I don’t want this job just because I’m your girlfriend. You haven’t even seen my portfolio yet.”
I nod. “That’s true, but I have seen your posts for King’s Wolf, and I think your designs are great. The website got neater and a lot easier to navigate after you started working there. The number of followers went up significantly on all their social media accounts—” I pause when she scoffs, looking at me like I’m an entirely new person. “What?”
“You’ve been keeping up with my posts this whole time?” Kami looks delighted to learn about what I’ve been doing for the past few weeks.
“Not the whole time.” I lift the soda to my lips and wink at her. “This offer isn’t on the table because we’re together. If I didn’t think you were great at what you do, I wouldn’t be offering you the job. There’s too much riding on this for Ethan and I to hire someone with no experience.”
She hesitates before replying. “I’ll do it on one condition.”
Frowning at her stubbornness, I dip my chin. “Go ahead.”
“I’ll work with you guys for as long as I can, however I will also continue submitting job applications to entertainment companies in the city. That’s been the plan for years, and I don’t intend on ever giving it up,” she says with conviction and confidence .
This woman still doesn’t understand how highly I think of her.
“Ethan and I would never expect you to give up on your dream.” My eyes stay focused on hers so she knows that I mean every word.
Kami nods and smiles. “We have a deal then.” She sticks her hand out. Still so formal. I pull her to me before kissing her deeply, our tongues swiping against each other’s. She lets out a small moan that makes my dick jump in my pants.
Down, boy, not now.
When I break away, I catch the intensity of desire in her eyes. As much as I want to give her what we both need, there’s another pressing matter I should address first.
Once I offer her a cookie and turn her to sit beside me for a couple of minutes, I ask her the one question that’s been lingering in the air all day.
“Do you want to talk about why you came here?”
Kami lets out a deep breath and I know this is the last thing she wants to talk about, but it’s necessary. She can’t keep bottling all this up, and if anyone knows how her sister can be, it’s me.
“Ana tried apologizing, but it wasn’t genuine. Mom forgave her, and I couldn’t. Not when it was dishonest and forced.” She adjusts herself to face me fully. “Ana’s my twin sister Cameron, so I will always have love for her even after everything that happened, but I can’t deal with all of this until she gets help, and that’s exactly what I told my mom.” Her eyes turn glossy. “If things don’t get better by my senior year, I’m moving out.”
“Wow.” I knew it was bad but not her thinking about moving out kind of bad. Kamila has always been so close to Nora and Rafael, yet her psycho sister is ruining that.
She shrugs. “It’s only if things don’t get better or they somehow get worse. I do hope Mom comes to her senses.”
A small tear rolls down her cheek, and I lift my thumb, wiping it off her face.
“Kami…” Seeing her in pain will never stop hurting me too .
She shakes her head. “It’s okay, I’ll tell my mom it’s because I want to become more independent or something like that. The last thing she needs is to be hurt by another daughter.”
Even after everything, she’s still willing to lie to make her mom feel better when it should be the other way around. I take her back into my arms. “I’m sorry this is happening.”
“Me too.” She kisses me tenderly. “Thank you for being here for me.”
“Always.”
Our kiss turns frantic and within seconds, I’m inside of her again.
The sunlight hitting me directly in the face wakes me up right after eleven thirty. I slowly get dressed barely opening my eyes.
That’s what I get for not coming back up to my room till five in the morning. I can’t say I regret it at fucking all.
It was the best night of my life. One of many to come.
Kamila and I spoke, ate, drank, and fucked for hours.
It was everything I wanted and more. She’s the love of my life. She still hasn’t said it back. It’s okay, though; she’s scared and I can wait. The last thing either one of us needs is for her to run off because I’m being too pushy. This is her first relationship; a lot of unknown things are coming her way, and Kamila is used to rules and unrealistic conditions. It’s new territory, and she needs time to accept and process it.
On my way to hunt for coffee, hoping it helps with an incoming headache, the smell of cinnamon and apples pierces my nostrils, making my stomach growl. Hopefully, Dad cooked whatever that is. I do not feel like pretending to like something that mom made twice in a matter of five days, or at the very least not getting a stomach ache from her cooking.
Opening the door to the kitchen, I come to a complete stop when I see how many people are here. Kamila, Mom, Ethan, and Dad are all sitting on the island stools, eating and talking like no time has passed at all.
Mom sees me at the door and gives me a knowing smile.
Fuck.
“Hey sweetie, come have breakfast. Kami made waffles that are to die for.”
My girlfriend blushes at that. Damn, it feels nice knowing she’s mine.
“They’re not that good really, you don’t have to eat them.”
I’m taken aback by her shyness, it’s so unlike her.
Ethan rolls his eyes. “Don’t listen to her. They’re awesome, brother. Go get some and join us.”
“Waffles sound perfect.” I make my way to the island. “Are they over there?”
“I’ll make you a plate. There’s a certain way they should be served.” She swivels her hips towards the counter, avoiding my eyes. There’s something off about her demeanor and it’s making my hands all clammy.
I feel like a fucking tween again, nervous about his first crush.
Before my anxiety is able to skyrocket, I come up next to her and lean down a bit.
“Is everything okay?”
When she lifts her face to me, her beautiful eyes are lighter than they’ve ever been and they’re accompanied by a flirtatious smile. “More than okay.”
Kami’s left hand travels to the center of her neck and lingers there. I follow her movements, and my throat bobs harshly when I swallow. The silver pendant I gave her back in Driscoll is shining against her skin.
Not only did she agree to be my girlfriend, but this must mean she’s ready to make it public. No more secrets.
When I look back up, she’s beaming, looking breathtaking without even trying, and I decide there and then that this is as good a time as any to take her into my arms in front of my parents and brother to kiss her. It’s light with no tongue and catches Kamila completely off guard, causing her to let out a small gasp. She quickly recovers and kisses me just as softly, still grinning.
She’s finally let her guard down. I mean more to her than I thought, and fuck if that doesn’t make me feel like I’m on cloud nine.
The magic is broken once Ethan lets out a whistle, causing us to separate and me flipping him off.
“Don’t get all bitter on me now, brother, it’s about damn time. Ever since I gave you those tattoos and you both realized why I had done matching ones, specifically for you two, I’ve been waiting for this to happen.”
Kami snaps her head to Ethan and then my parents, looking worried.
“Oh, sweetie, we know that Ethan gave you and your sister tattoos before turning eighteen.” Mom shrugs.
Well, there goes another thing I forgot to tell my girl.
Kami frowns. “I haven’t gotten any more.”
“Yet.” Ethan winks.
“But you do have that belly button piercing,” I mutter.
She elbows my side, making me grunt. Seriously, how is something so short, so strong?
“Guess this means Cameron finally convinced you he was good enough to be your boyfriend?” Dad smirks.
She laughs and nods. “Something like that.”
Christmas dinner was full of laughter from all around. Dad, Ethan, and my uncle didn’t argue for the first time in years about our future. In fact, they didn’t mention it once, and it’s all thanks to Kamila. She brought this warm and calm air into our house despite what she went through yesterday and is still going through today. I knew it had hit her hard not spending the day with her family. We came up with a discrete signal for her to let me know if she needed to take a break and leave the room to breathe or cry or anything else. Then a second one to let me know if I should tag along or not. My family never halted their conversations when she and I left for a couple of minutes during dessert.
We took a walk around the block in silence and got back in time to finish the chocolate pie she’d made. The fresh air had helped, and she proceeded to tell me that she planned to head back home tomorrow, which is now today.
“Thank you so much for everything Mark and Liz.” They all hug while saying their goodbyes and leave us in the foyer alone.
“So…” she drags
“So…” I rock on my feet.
Say something else, dude.
“Let me know when you get home and drive safely.”
“I will.”
That’s really the best you could come up with?
Instead of words, I take actions. My lips devour hers in a matter of seconds. We weren’t able to be alone together last night, not with Ethan’s parents sleeping in the living room.
She lets out a soft whimper, so quiet I barely catch it. Not wanting to get too hard with my parents still in the kitchen, I give her one final sweep of my tongue and pull away.
“I love your kisses,” she whispers as our foreheads touch.
I allow myself to hope, for just a second, that she’ll say those three words before leaving.
“Thank you for coming. Thank you for wanting and trusting me to be the one to comfort you. I love you, Kamila,” I say it because I need to. I can’t let her forget it. I promised her I wouldn’t and I won’t go a day without doing so.
Her smile drops. The air around us becomes thick with anticipation. Slowly, her arms let go of my back, and she moves to the door. The hope I had diminishes .
She just needs time.
She’s still yours, she said so herself.
She’s wearing the necklace.
My family knows about us…
I repeat the words in my head over and over again, stopping a couple of feet away from her until she’s in the car, giving me one final wave before she’s gone.
“Fuck.” I stand in the driveway for a couple of seconds, inhaling the winter air. “Patience is a fucking virtue,” I snarl.
Fuck whoever came up with that saying.
I’m a couple of feet away from my front door when I hear the crackle of tires over ice nearby and a much too familiar voice.
“Hey.” I turn just in time for Kamila to kiss me, making me lose my balance a bit and almost slipping on the icy steps.
She lets go of me but doesn’t move back. “I love you, Cameron.”
And in the blink of an eye, she’s running back to her mom’s car while letting out a light laugh.
Once she’s out of my line of sight, her words register.
That just happened. It finally happened.
I pump a fist in the air like John Bender at the end of The Breakfast Club , feeling like the luckiest man alive because Kamila fucking Morales loves me and nothing, nothing has ever felt more right.