Chapter 4 Katie
KATIE
My kiss with Cam haunts me like a wonderful nightmare playing on repeat behind my eyelids. He kissed me, then he ran from me…
I trace my lips with my thumb and look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, remembering the grip of his fingers as they tangled through my hair, the way he kissed me like a drowning man desperate for air. I felt like his salvation, but now I feel like his damnation.
My mom stumbles into the bathroom, nudging me aside. “Move,” she slurs, a bottle deep despite it being barely noon.
I step aside and watch her fumble with her makeup. It’s Friday, which means Tony’s, which means free drinks from scumbag guys.
“Cam’s working late again,” she grumbles, smearing on lipstick that’s way too bright. “Probably fucking another woman.”
I bite my tongue. I want to snap at her, tell him that he would never do something like that. But I also know the truth: that he and I were kissing behind her back just three days ago.
It’s wrong on so many levels, but can I really blame him? Can I blame myself?
“I’m going to Cheryl’s after. Don’t wait up.”
Cheryl lives two towns over, and when Mom goes there, she doesn’t come home until Sunday.
My pulse instantly skyrockets.
Two days alone in the trailer with Cam!? What am I going to do with myself?
Mom leaves at seven, and I watch from the window until her taillights are gone, then I start to get ready.
I shower, trying to think of anything but Cam. But all I see is his face in my mind. That raw masculinity, the sexy stare, the glare from his passionate eyes that made me feel small and important at the same time.
And deep down inside me, I feel my own hunger rising to the surface. This isn’t about escape from this life or rebellion against my mom; this is about recognition. About binding myself to the one person who has ever seen me for who I am and made me feel special.
I dress carefully in my own clothes—ones that fit my body just right, showing off my curves and making it clear that I’m not a little girl but a woman who understands her body.
His truck rumbles into the driveway around ten-thirty, not quite late enough to guarantee that I’m asleep. He’s slipping. But is it purpose?
I wait in the kitchen for him, my hands steady despite my heart pounding like an earthquake.
My whole body goes hot when he steps through the door, exhaustion written all over his face. He’s been working himself to death trying to get his shop going, and my stomach goes tight at the sight of him. So capable, so strong.
Mine…
He freezes when he sees me. “You should be in bed.”
“Not tired.” I shrug, stretching my arms above my head.
“Katie–”
“Mom’s at Cheryl’s,” I say, a simple fact that changes everything. “My guess is she won’t be back until Sunday.”
I see the heat flash in his eyes. Want and desire so naked it makes my heart skip a beat. But he shakes his head. “That doesn’t change anything.”
“It changes everything,” I say, standing. As I move closer, I sway my hips, practically screaming at him to look over my body. But his restraint is incredible, and he remains focused on my eyes. “We’re alone, Cam. Mom’s not here to…interrupt us.”
My breasts tingle at the memory of his touch. My nipples are hard. Every inch of my innocent body is coming alive for him. He is responsible for this. He’s the man here. He’s the adult. If he didn’t want me, he shouldn’t have woken the fire within me.
“I–I can’t, Katie.”
“Tell me why!?” I nearly scream. I’m like a champagne bottle ready to burst. All this tension, and for what?
“Because you’re barely even eighteen!” he snaps in a voice that causes me to step back. “You’re Mercedes’ daughter! You’re–”
“What?” I ask, rage filling my belly. “Some trailer park trash whose dreams aren’t as big as yours?”
Cam’s eyes lock on to mine. “You know that’s not true.”
He stares at me, eyes fierce, like what I just said enraged him. He steps toward me, and I’m suddenly aware how he towers over me like a skyscraper.
“Well, you sure don’t seem interested in me,” I counter.
My heart nearly stops as Cam swings his arm with blinding speed, sending a pile of Mom’s empties to the floor. I cover my mouth with both hands to avoid screaming like a little girl.
“You don’t get it,” he growls. “You are off limits, Katie!”
“But I love you!”
The words just leap from my lips without warning. My jaw drops. I’m shocked at myself. But Cam is already shaking his head.
“You can’t. You can’t love me.”
“Too late.”
I move in on him like I’m going to do something, but his hand snatches my arm and holds me back. “You’re too young—too young to know what love is.”
“You’re just scared to admit you love me too.”
He says nothing. What could he say? He knows I’m right.
He looks away, and panic grips me. I want to do something. I need to do something. But what? It’s not like I can force him—
I gasp as his control snaps. In an instant, his mouth is on mine, his hands up my shirt, grasping me with the hunger of a starved beast. “You’re right. You were made for me, Katie. Not your mother.”
My whole body shudders as he touches me with his strong, rough hands. His tongue hungrily dances across mine, and he hooks his thumb into the waistband of my yoga pants, tugging them halfway down my thighs.
“Oh, you naughty little girl,” he grates, lowering his eyes between my legs. His pupils dilate when he sees my secret; I’m not wearing any panties.
I can’t explain just how powerful I feel when I see his reaction. It’s like this rush of feminine adrenaline that courses through me, embedding this moment into my memory like a stamp into hot metal.
This kiss is also different than the first. That felt like desperation breaking through the walls he’d built around himself. This feels like intention, decision—like I’m being claimed.
His eyes are focused. His jaw clenched and tight. He stares at me like I’m a piece of art on display in his own personal museum to be admired. I’ve never felt more powerful and vulnerable in my life.
My center is tingling. Moisture coats my thighs as he drags his eyes across my body. Then, all of a sudden, he’s kneeling on the floor in front of me, staring up at me. “Tell me to stop.”
“Don’t you dare.”
He lunges forward with his tongue out and licks me with strong precision, spreading my slit and causing a scream to catch in my throat.
Oh my God, he’s…licking me!
A feeling I’ve never known spreads across me like a heat wave, sending goose bumps over my arms and legs.
My eyes roll back in my head as he finds that sweet, secret little button and flattens his tongue against it, driving a beautiful tickle through my core.
And then he’s doing circles around it, teasing me with strong little flicks, somehow also sucking gently at the same time.
It’s bliss. Pure bliss. I don’t know how else to describe it.
His name falls from my lips. “Cameron…” I reach down and grab a fistful of his dirty hair. My God, what a man he is. My head tilts back and I nearly fall, but he grabs me by the hips with both hands and holds me still, my femininity pressed against his mouth right where he wants me.
I can’t even process the fact that this is happening, right here, right now, on the kitchen floor. This is so wrong. But if that’s the case, why does it feel so right?
I look down at his face, feral as he spreads my pink folds with his pink tongue. He’s looking right back up at me, like he’s tasting the best divine sweetness he’s ever tasted in his life.
“You—you like it?” I somehow manage to ask him, despite the fact that I’m totally freaking out inside.
He nods, his eyes blooming. “You taste like heaven, baby.”
I open my mouth to respond but get no chance as he goes back for seconds. A long, breathy moan slips from my throat as he presses his tongue against that sweet bundle of nerves.
He groans back as he licks, the vibrations enhancing the pleasure that is already almost too much to handle. He must have been working hard today, because the sweat from his body has soaked his shirt, which now clings to his muscles, revealing them as if he was wearing nothing.
I’m on the verge now, ready to tumble off that cliff into the glowing pool of bliss below.
The skill with which Cam is pleasuring me has taken me to the edge.
His lips and cheeks are soaked with my arousal, and as he moves his hands to my butt and squeezes, applies even more pressure, I lose the last remainder of control.
My body bursts like a volcano as my orgasm crashes into me, sending me into uncontrollable shivers that cause Cam to snatch me with all his strength. My vision blurs and my hearing dulls. All sensations aside from the pleasure of my climax vanish.
My scream echoes off the walls of the kitchen, probably heard by the neighbors, but I don’t care. Let them hear me. I’m not going to do anything to stifle myself during this moment—this moment of unbelievable pleasure that I could never have imagined in my wildest fantasies.
“Oh my God, Cam,” I stammer, my voice barely a breath. “I can’t…I never…”
And then he’s standing in front of me, his stunning eyes drilling into me with raw masculine energy. The next thing I know, my shirt is off, my pants are around my ankles, and I’m standing basically naked before him, the tremors of my orgasm reverberating through me.
He kisses me, and I taste myself on his lips.
I can’t explain why, but it turns me on even more.
There’s something just so absolutely primal about the way we’re interacting.
It’s like I’m a female of our species and he’s a male who has decided I’m his, and all social rules and propriety have been thrown out the window and replaced by pure lust and desire.
“You see what you’ve done to me?” he asks, taking my hand and placing it aggressively on the massive bulge that’s formed between his legs. With a quick motion, he yanks his fly, causing the buttons to burst and expose the tightly packed knot hidden behind his briefs.
A jolt of pride thunders through me. I did that to him. I can’t help but smile. After days of Cam turning his back on me and doing whatever he can to avoid me, now I have indisputable proof that I turn him on. That he wants me.
“I did that to you?” I ask as I flutter my eyelids at him. He smirks and pulls the waistband of his briefs down. I nearly jump back as his cock explodes out and slaps my wrist with such force it makes a slapping sound against my skin. “Jesus!”
“No, baby. You know my name.” I nod. “Say it.”
“Cam.”
“Again.”
“Cameron.” This time I’m louder. He smirks, steps forward, and slips his massive girth between my legs, spreading my fold.
“And once I give you this, you’ll be mine forever.”