Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Harris
Camilla was holding secrets. I could tell by the haunted look in her eyes when she came from the bathroom.
She insisted she was alright, but I smelled the faint whiff of fear.
Orcs had exceptional senses. I’d heard a moan of pain in the bathroom, and she said she’d stubbed her toe.
I let it go. I let a lot of things go tonight, but I would get the truth from her.
Just not now. I knew better than to force things out of her, and she’d been put through enough in the last less than twenty-four hours.
I had hopes that I had ended her night with something good.
It had been good for me. Great. Soul-changing.
I knew now for certain that she was made for me and I her.
If she thought I’d let her go now, she was mistaken.
The next morning, I decided to try to see if she would tell me what was going on. “How are you feeling this morning? Not sore or anything?”
She sat up, pulling the sheets to her chest. “I feel amazing. And I don’t mind the soreness. Worth it.”
I kissed her shoulder. “I can get you some balm. I don’t like you in pain. And something for your foot.”
She gave me a quizzical look.
“You said you stubbed your toe last night.”
She smiled tightly and moved away from me. “I’m all good.”
She was lying. “Are you sure, because it sounded pretty bad last night?”
She got out of bed. “You know what would be fun? Shower sex. I know you’re pretty tall, but I think we can make it work, and that shower is humongous.”
I wanted to argue and talk a little more about things, but sex with her was a no-brainer. I would pause my interrogation just this once. I hopped out of bed and followed her. She was already turning on the water, and I walked up behind her and tapped her on the ass.
She giggled and moved out of the stream of water. Seeing her naked and wet already had me hard. “Baby, you look so beautiful. I need to bury myself in you, right now.”
She gave me a sweet smile. “I’m fine with that.”
“Great,” I replied before picking her up.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I rested her back against the tile.
I slid two fingers inside her, her wetness coating me.
I thrived on her whines as my mouth found hers, my tongue sliding over her own, possessing her.
I swiped my thumb over her clit as I continued to finger fuck her as her nails dug into my skin.
“Hold on to me tight, baby, so I can fuck this beautiful pussy.”
“Shit, Harris, I need you in me now.”
“Done.” I then pushed inside her, still slowly, although every part of me wanted to pound her into this wall. However, she already said she was sore, and I didn’t want to make things worse if I could help it. It was going to be challenging because she felt like heaven.
“Faster, honey,” she whined in my ears.
“You feel so good, baby. I don’t want this to end.” Encouraged, I thrust in and out of her, slamming my hips to meet her cries of pleasure. “I’m not letting you go, sweetheart. You’re mine. I’m yours. No one else’s. Understood?”
“Still so bossy,” she moaned.
I was getting close, my body ready to snap like a rubber band. “That wasn’t an answer.”
“I understand. I understand, I…” She cut herself off as her words turned into a screaming climax.
I was not far behind as I continued to slap my hips into her. The feel of her quivering around me was driving me insane. And then I came, holding on to her tight as my body spasmed against hers.
I rested my forehead against hers as the warmth of the shower sprayed over us.
This moment felt precious, and I didn’t want to let her go.
I’d find out the truth of what she was hiding later, but for now, I just wanted to hold her.
Be in her. Claim her. Every part of her was mine, and I would use this time to show her that.
Unfortunately, after we pulled ourselves out of the shower, I had to make a few calls regarding our situation. I gave her my food service account access to get anything she wanted us to eat for breakfast, as I was occupied.
When I was done, with very limited leads on the list of suspects or cure options, I found Camilla sitting on the deck, sipping what appeared to be a latte and an almond croissant on a plate resting on a small table next to her lounger.
She was dressed in a light blue sundress, her braids swept to one shoulder.
Beautiful as always. I leaned over and kissed her, tasting a slight sweetness on her lips.
I cocked a brow. “Caramel latte? Still have that sweet tooth.”
She smiled sweetly, seemingly relaxed despite our situation. I had hopes that I made her happy in some form. “Any luck?”
I sat down in the lounger beside her. “We’re making progress. How are you feeling? And don’t lie.”
She paused, sipping her drink, her eyes widening then relaxing. “Still a little soreness. But I kind of like it.”
That was so fucking hot, but causing her pain wasn’t going to be my kink. I reached over and brought her fingers to my lips. “I’ll try to be gentler next time.”
She rolled her eyes. “Please don’t.”
I nearly growled. She was mine now. Mine to cherish, mine to take care of, mine to love. There was no going back and I was fine with that. I pushed my glasses back up my nose before sitting back in the seat. She glanced over at me and giggled. “What?” I asked, brows raised.
“Since when did you need glasses?”
I snorted. “Even orc superior senses can sometimes fail us, and my eyesight was one of them.”
“I like them on you. You’re like a suave nerd.”
I chuckled at that, feeling content with our easy casualness again. This was like the old days when we would joke around, share our complaints and worries without concern. She really had been my best friend. She would be something more now.
“I enjoyed last night and this morning.” Enjoyed was an understatement.
She had ruined me for anyone else. If she rejected me, I would never be the same.
She already had my heart and my mind, but now she had my body.
I could still taste her sweetness, feel her warmth.
I would never forget our first time together.
I would never tire of her and would make sure she felt the same.
Some might say I was mildly obsessed. I was fine with that.
She nodded. “I did, too. It was fun.”
I was hoping for more of a reaction than fun. She was making it seem casual. It was far from that for me. “Fun?”
She squinted her eyes at me. “And amazing and intense and beautiful. And I’m still in shock. I don’t want this to ruin our friendship after we just got reconnected.”
I frowned. Did she think this was a one-time thing?
I had to remind myself that this was new to her.
That she hadn’t been filled with thoughts of us together for the past fifteen years.
For her, we were a connection that was over and done.
For me, she was always coming back to me.
But she didn’t know that. I needed to be patient, but I had waited long enough.
“Why would it ruin our friendship? Princess, we’re so far past friends now, and we’re not going back. ”
She considered me for a moment, running her tongue over her plump bottom lip.
It took everything in me not to lean over and kiss her, nibble that bottom lip.
“You aren’t the only one to make decisions here.
We barely became friends again. Last night and this morning were fueled by drinks and adrenaline from all that happened to us. ”
I felt a rumble of disapproval in my chest. She knew better than that. “You know it was more. You weren’t drunk, and neither was I. I don’t do friends with benefits. Not with you. I know you want more, too.”
She looked back out at the water, nothing on her face betraying her emotions.
“You kind of said you lent me to my ex until things got safer, and I’m still not happy that you didn’t talk to me about your concerns.
I kind of feel manipulated despite your reasoning.
I don’t like to be kept in the dark, and I don’t like being controlled. ”
Tone it down, Harris. Despite how you may feel, you don’t need to make things harder than they already are.
“Of course. You’re your own person. With your own destiny.
I’m just here to steer you the right way.
” By the look on her face, I could tell my words weren’t helping.
It was probably because I didn’t mean it. Her destiny was with me.
She eyed me suspiciously. “What would you have done if I were still happily married?”
I grimaced, sitting back. I’d hate to show her how crazy I could get, but I’d risk it, so she’d understand how serious I was about her. “You’re too smart to have stayed with that asshole, and you didn’t. But if you had, I probably would have made things very uncomfortable.”
She twisted in her seat and looked at me, her mouth parted in shock. “Are you serious?”
I shrugged, unbothered by her reaction. She would come to realize just how serious I was about her. “I don’t do well not getting what I want. Who I want. Since we were little, I knew you were for me. And I’m for you. So, anyone who was with you since was just an interloper whom I owed no loyalty.”
“You’re crazy.”
I raised a brow, running my tongue over the base of one of my tusks. “About you, some might say.”
“So, you’re saying you would have ruined my marriage if I were happy with my ex? Or even any other guy since him?”
“You know me, when I put my mind to something, I get it. Plus, we both know we had, and obviously still have, a connection. I don’t think you would have been able to ignore it. You might be surprised by this, princess, but I never was. It was us. It was always us.”
“Why do you keep calling me princess?”
“Because that is how I intend on treating you. How else should I treat someone who’s mine?”