Chapter 23
TWENTY-THREE | TARYN
Istep backward, my back pressing painfully into the marble countertop as he advances toward me. Each progressive step thunders through the floor and zips through my limbs, making me shake more.
I swallow the dryness in my throat.
He reaches for the hem of his blue shirt, removing it flawlessly to reveal the hard lines of his muscles, each one taut and lickable. Just like I felt the vein under his cock on my tongue, I wonder what it would feel like to drift it over the cords in his neck and down his abdomen.
He tilts his head, increasing the panic coursing through me and flooding straight to my core.
My unsteady voice spills out. “Do you have a condom?” I manage to speak through ragged breaths.
He shakes his head slowly with the kind of speed that I assume psychopaths use. The kind of speed that is terrifyingly thrilling. He steps into my body, allowing my breasts to mold against his chest. The layer of my clothing between us does nothing to dampen the heat emitting from him.
This feels like a dream. That he’s not actually here, preying on me in this pantry, despite how badly I want him. How sad is it that I would jump on any of them right now? And just thinking of Brennan and Colten joining in on this makes my insides coil with a neediness I’ve never experienced.
My teeth clamp onto my bottom lip, my eyes scanning his. “I’m not on birth control.”
The breath is expelled from my lungs as his lips curve. “Well, it’s a good thing my side of the bet was claiming your ass then.”
Somehow, those words ignite a stick of dynamite embedded in my bones.
At first, it starts as a tremble in my legs as the sparkling fuse burns.
But the second his hands find my waist and wriggle under my shirt, my fragile limbs can barely take the blow, my legs wobbling at his foul mouth and how scared I am about doing anal before anything else.
But the need to continue is more governing than my fear.
Lifting it over my head, he tosses my shirt on the floor near the pantry door. He removes my shorts next, and I step out of them, standing before him in my black silk bra and panty set. Cameron’s hands clench at his sides.
Oh my God, he’s collecting all his control not to devour me immediately. His eyes give him away. The way they roam and lock on to various parts of my body. He’s savoring how I’m completely at his mercy.
A delicate animal cornered by a beast with nowhere to run.
The rough pads of his fingers glide up the ridges of my spine, picking away at the clasp on my bra until I feel the material loosen.
He gently removes it from my breasts, his eyes not once leaving my cold and hard nipples.
I take a step backward, noticing the way his cock strains even more against his sweats as my trembling fingers gracefully slip under the band of my panties.
“Fuck, Taryn,” he breathes as I throw them to join the heap of clothes collecting on the floor.
I flip my hair behind my back timidly, letting his hands float up my stomach to cup my breasts. I don’t have big tits, but they fit perfectly in his hands.
In Colten’s hands.
Cameron removes his sweats, freeing his stiff cock from confinement.
“On your knees for your huntsman, Princess. You’re going to swallow my cock first before your ass does.”
Oh, dear Lord.
My thighs clench, doing what he says, and I kneel on the finished wood floor.
He pumps himself a few times, the bead of cum glistening on his tip, making my mouth open on instinct.
Thrusting his hips forward, I swirl my tongue around the tip.
A guttural growl vibrates his muscular frame, and I grip his balls in my hand, making him groan before I fit my mouth entirely around him.
He threads his fingers in my hair, moving my head at the same rhythm as my mouth.
“You love sucking that cock?” he breathes. I struggle to move my head up and down to answer him since using words is impossible. “Princesses are supposed to be innocent, Taryn. But here you are on your knees, taking my cock to the back of your throat like a good little whore.”
He slaps the side of my face a few times, his dick still working in and out, gliding against my tongue. The sting has heat pooling in my lower belly and rushing to my core.
He pushes his hips forward further, his tip hitting the back of my throat. He holds me there, tears pooling in my eyes as I gag around him and battle for breath. His grip on my hair tightens, and he pulls my mouth off him, my saliva coating his cock.
I suck air into my lungs as he walks to the door and removes the multi-step stool next to the wall, dragging it across the floor.
The scraping of the heels against the wood increases the frantic thumping in my chest. I’m unsure if it’s because I’m worried about what will happen or because I’m ashamed of what I’m about to say.
I open my mouth to say something. Anything. Yet, my jaw hangs open like it’s another invitation for him to claim my mouth again while I try to muster the right way to tell him. Cameron glances up from the stool to me, the heat that was just on his face a second ago shifting to concern.
He scans my expression. “Taryn, what’s wrong?”
“I need to be honest with you.” I wring my hands, my pulse pounding.
His brows pull together.
“Do you want to sit down for this?” I motion to the stool.
His eyes remain attached to mine. “No. But you might— Your face is white.”
When I don’t move, frozen in place by my thoughts bouncing around in my skull, he sits down on the stool.
“Come here,” he orders, reaching for me with his sweet tone.
I walk toward him, feeling completely vulnerable under his scrutinizing stare.
He grabs my hand and then my waist with his other, pulling me on top of his thighs to face him.
I’m straddling his thick legs, his thighs rubbing against mine.
Cameron’s not pulling me on his cock, touching me, or doing anything of the sort.
He brushes a strand of hair out of my face and holds me.
“What do you want to tell me?” he whispers so softly my heart snaps.
“I— Uh…” I inhale an unstable breath and try again. “I have never had sex before.”
He goes completely still under me. His eyes widen. “Like…ever?”
“I mean, I’ve kissed a few guys, but never anything past that.”
His hands wander to my ass and flex. “Oh my God, Taryn!”
I slap a hand over his mouth, his breath ragged and moist against my palm. “Shhhh. They are sleeping out there.” I remove my hand.
“Brennan and I forced you to your knees, and we weren’t gentle about it,” he whisper-yells. “We were so close to fucking you right then and there. And I was just about to take your ass in a food pantry, and you’re a virgin and have never been fucked.”
I shake my head.
He eyes me suspiciously. “If you’ve never slept with a man, then you’re still a virgin—” The following words die on his tongue.
“I mean, I’m not exactly inexperienced.”
He swallows, arching a dark brow. “What?”
I never expected to admit this to anyone. But I figured I would have sex the normal way first before trying anal, but here we are. “I didn’t want to be inexperienced when the time came. So one night, it was just me, a toy, and a bottle of wine.” A toy I am well acquainted with now.
His perplexed look worries me. “Are you fucking with me right now?”
I tilt my head. “Do I look like I’m joking?”
His eyes bounce between mine. “Fuck. I’m honestly trying so hard not to find that as hot as I do.”
A faint smile pulls at my lips. I glance down at his cock, and he’s not kidding. It’s thicker and harder than it was before.
He sighs, placing his sweaty forehead on my chest. “As much as I want to fuck you right now and be the first one to bury a cock in your cunt, you said you aren’t on birth control, and the condoms are in Brennan’s room.”
I nod. “It’s okay. I was going to ask if I could use your phone to call my prescription into the pharmacy when I go to town with Jessica tomorrow.”
He lifts a hand, his fingers gliding down my red, blotchy cheeks from the embarrassment. “Thank you for telling me. Despite everything we’ve already done, I never want to scare you or make you uncomfortable here.”
Maybe it’s the morality laced in his tone.
Or the way his eyes searching mine break through that layer of humiliation from telling him something I’ve never told anyone.
But the way his grip tightens on my body and the quirk to his lips stir a comfort that I’ve never felt—the comfort of having a friend.
He could’ve chosen to freak out. To push me away, finding what I did utterly eccentric and repulsive.
There’s no hint of judgment.
No trace of disgust.
He’s looking at me like he understands and wants to protect me. Which is why I’m feeling bold enough to ask him this, not someone else.
I place my arms around his neck, pulling our faces closer. His hot breath fans across my face.
“You guys have been driving me insane and wild the last few days.” His chuckle vibrates my body but then stops abruptly when I whisper in his ear, “Please, make me come.”
He quietens, his fingertips pulsing into my flesh while he processes my request.
“I don’t care if it’s your fingers or your tongue.” His firm body shudders underneath mine, his already engorged cock growing harder. “Please just make me come,” I beg.
He wraps his arms around me, breathing into the crook of my neck. He stands up and flips us, placing me down on the stool where he was just sitting.
“God, it’s so fucking hot when you beg,” he groans. Chills break out across my arms under the sheen of moisture from how humid and scorching this room is from our body heat. “And because you asked nicely, I’m going to give you my fingers and my tongue.”
I moan, his deep voice dripping onto my flushed skin and melting through my flesh like lava consuming everything in its path. “Lean back against the door and spread your legs for me.”
I do as he says, pressing my back against the pantry door, and place one foot on a shelf to my left as he holds up my right, granting himself better access.
His head dips down, leaving a trail of wet kisses on my inner thighs.
His hot breath skids across my skin, floating across my pussy like the sweetest breeze.
His tongue drags up and down my sensitive center before circling my clit, releasing a chain reaction of one firework after the other from my head to the tips of my toes.
My fingers knit into his hair while his masterful tongue moves and sucks, and I moan at how good it feels when he dips it into my cunt.
My eyes flutter closed of their own accord the second he inserts two fingers, but I slump against the door when he immediately withdraws them.
No. Why is he stopping?
“Open your eyes.” His commanding tone sends a shock wave of flurries through me. “I want you to see how needy you are to be filled.”
I peel my eyes open, instantly focusing on the fingers he’s holding up, glistening with my arousal. “Are you ready to watch me make you come, Princess?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
Lifting them to my face, I open my mouth, letting him thrust them inside and move against my tongue, my arousal coating my taste buds.
He shoves them to the back of my throat, and I choke around them.
Pulling out, he shoves them back into my already-soaked pussy and finds that spot, pulling his fingers toward him in an up-and-down motion.
He is slow with his movements at first, speeding up randomly, then taking his time, but it all builds the swirling in my belly.
His fingers speed up, and his heated eyes hold mine. “I’m going to give your sweet pussy exactly what it’s craving until you’re clenching around my fingers in appreciation.”
My ass hurts on this uncomfortable stool and in this position against the wall, but the pain adds to the pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Taryn.” His head dips down. “Imagine if this was my cock stretching this pretty cunt,” he breathes against me before his tongue finds my clit again while his fingers magically work inside me.
Oh, fuck.
His erotic tone starts to drag me to the edge, and at the same time, his fingers move faster. His tongue drifts against that extremely sensitive spot that has me quivering, his fingers pounding me harder and harder.
I pull at his hair. “Oh shit, Cameron! Please don’t stop,” I plead. I don’t care how desperate I sound. I’ll take anything he’ll give me.
His tongue swipes again, and every string that’s been coiled for the last few days because of these men unravels all over his fingers.
My pussy constricts around him, my body jerking from the peak of the orgasm that nearly drags me under into black nothingness.
He continues moving his fingers, letting me ride the wave of euphoria until my body softens and my legs fall.
He presses a gentle kiss to the inside of my thigh and stands up, reaching for my hands to help me to my feet. My legs wobble, but he steadies me.
“Your turn,” I laugh, but he shakes his head.
“Tonight was your night.”
My eyes flit between his, and they’re a different color green. Green like the forest surrounding this property that keeps me tucked away on this hill with them.
At least right now, I don’t mind it.
That could be the orgasm talking.
“Thank you, Cameron.” He smiles at my appreciation. “I mean it.”
After putting all our clothes back on, he gets the kids up to bed, and I walk back up to my room.
Sleep is nearly dragging me under when I reach the top of the stairs.
Padding barefoot across the floor like a sated zombie, something bright pink on my bedside table catches my eye.
As I near, there’s a small piece of paper folded on some lacey material.
I pick up the paper, unfolding it to read the four words:
Replacing what I destroyed.
- C
My fingers wrap around the vibrant pink panties, the material injecting something that feels a lot like warmth into the section of my heart where I shoved Colten in the back of a freezer, not to be touched. Yet I can’t help but notice that the ice has thawed a little.
The tips of my ears warm at the gesture, yet my mind begins to wander.
There’s no thaw.
Yes, there is, and you like it.
I exhale, ignoring my inner battle, and walk over to my dresser, opening an unused drawer on the bottom.
I’m not rude enough to throw them away, but I also can’t help but contemplate if his little gift has a deeper meaning.
Nope.
There’s definitely not.
He will need to find a different method to win me over.
I shove them in the far back, along with any sliver of warmth the gesture gave me at first, and glare at the drawer with as much annoyance as I can muster.
I wonder which one of his hookups left those.