Chapter 6 Katie
KATIE
Morning light filters through the thin curtains, painting the room in gold.
Today’s shadows are unfamiliar. Everything has shifted since yesterday.
My tiny bed feels different as I roll to the side and smile, remembering Cameron’s presence when he slept beside me, radiating heat with his strong arm wrapped protectively around me. I felt like a trophy. A treasure.
The sound of hammering causes me to sit up. Not the harsh, aggressive noise you often hear in the park of someone tearing something down, but the precise strikes of someone building, repairing. A smile crosses my face.
And I think I know what that might be.
I find Cam in the kitchen, kneeling beside the table we destroyed last night. I watch as he repairs the leg that snapped off and the crack in the top made from all that pounding he gave me. I can feel myself getting wet just thinking about it…
His movements are so attractive. Skilled, precise, economical, the obvious movements of a man who fixes things for a living.
“I thought you hated that table,” I say with a smile, causing him to turn.
I’m wearing nothing but a pair of panties, and seeing his eyes stop on my exposed breasts fills me with a sense of pride.
“We were a little…enthusiastic last night.” He smirks. “And if you break something, you should fix it.”
“So responsible,” I tease, stretching my arms above my head, drawing his eyes again to my breasts. Heat floods my cheeks as I remember the table creaking, his hands on my body, the way he drove his cock in and out of me just before exploding inside.
It was beyond anything I could have ever imagined, and I’m still a tiny bit sore this morning. I don’t think that has anything to do with the fact that last night I was a virgin; it’s the fact that Cam is hung like a fricking horse.
My panties are wet from the enormous load he pumped into me before carrying me into my room and passing out beside me.
The idea that I might be pregnant has me tingling all over.
To go from a virgin with absolutely no experience with men to an expecting mother in one day is just wild. Wild and incredible!
Seeing him doing something so masculine ignites a feminine spark inside me. I go over to him for a kiss, then walk over to the counter. “I can make breakfast if you’d like. While you fix what we broke.”
“Break?” he asks. “What did we break? We made everything better last night.”
I smile. His declaration nearly undoes me. Cam is a man whose actions speak louder than words, but when he does speak, it’s like listening to the most wonderful poetry.
I go to the fridge, so aware of his presence behind me. Is he checking out my ass? I sure hope so. Maybe I should have taken my panties off completely; then he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off me. After all, it’s not like my mom’s home to yell at me or something.
He works while I cook eggs, bacon, and toast, just a simple breakfast that I know he’ll like. It’s like practice for all the mornings ahead of us. We vibe together as though we’ve been doing this for years, and by the time I’m plating, he has the table back on its legs like nothing ever happened.
As I set his plate down in front of him, he snatches me by the waist and pulls me into his lap, his rough right hand cupping my breast. “Thank you, baby.”
“For breakfast?” I giggle.
“For everything.” He slips two fingers between my legs, gently stroking my pussy through the wet fabric of my panties. “For seeing me for who I truly am and not letting me turn my back on you any longer. For being brave for both of us.”
“You’re the brave one, Cam. Saving all your money on a big bet, working yourself to death for your dream.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “That’s just ambition. You choosing me when you could have had any man in the world? That’s brave.”
“Any man in the world?” I laugh, shaking my head. “No. I want you.”
He kisses me deeply, his tongue tasting like my forever, I map every inch of it against mine, implanting the feeling in my memory. I could kiss him with my eyes closed and know it’s him.
I take my seat, and we start on our breakfast. I can’t believe I’m just sitting here, topless in front of him like it’s no big deal. I’m tingling all over, feeling oh so naughty. If Mom saw me like this…
“You know, you could always help me at the garage,” he says, his offer sounding like a proposal. “Do the books, handle the customers. You could be my partner.”
Partner. The word lodges in my chest like an arrow, shocking me to my core.
“Would that be…appropriate?” I ask. “The boss dating his employee?”
Cam cocks an eyebrow and grins. “Appropriate? You’re really going to ask me about appropriate after what we did last night?”
“True,” I giggle, absolutely melting inside as I stare at him.
“You could always go to school,” he suggests. “You’re a smart girl. Maybe run your own place one day.”
I shrug. “I thought about applying to that business scholarship, but I don’t know. I doubt I’d get it.”
“I don’t doubt anything when it comes to you, Katie.” His gaze is like a buttery warm honey that seems to glaze my entire body. I’m not even nervous around him anymore. I’m confident in my femininity. All I feel is love from him. Want and desire. And that has my head swimming with naughty thoughts.
Cameron is my daddy. I belong to him now. And even though it’s so wrong on so many levels, it feels more right than anything ever could.
I lean back in my chair, snipping a piece of bacon with my teeth.
Using my other hand, I gently slip two fingers between my legs, drawing Cam’s attention immediately.
Excitement ripples through me as I pull my panties aside, exposing myself to him.
His gaze is so possessive as I gently run a finger up my wet slit.
I’m practically drenched, and he’s barely even touched me.
I find my precious nub and circle it gently, applying just the right amount of pressure that sends a warm wave of pleasure coursing through me.
Cameron’s jaw flexes, and the air buzzes with an electric energy as he watches me play with myself.
I cannot believe I’m doing this, but he gives me the courage to embrace my own sexuality, and performing for him in this way just makes me feel like we’re forming a bond together.
He’s my owner. I’d let him put a leash around my neck and walk me around the trailer. In fact, I just might ask him to.
“You’re so bad,” he mutters, rubbing a hand between his legs on the quickly growing bulge. I love the fact that I turn him on like this.
“Am I?” I ask, using my little girl voice as I apply more pressure. My legs are starting to quiver. This man will be my husband one day.
“You’re going to come, aren’t you, baby?”
I nod, biting my lower lip. Moisture coats my fingers as Cameron’s eyes scour my body. He groans, and I’m driven right up to the edge. “Oh my God…”
“Let it happen, baby. Good girl. Let Daddy watch.”
His words are fuel to my fire. My vision wavers as a moan catches in my throat. I’m trying to keep quiet, but then I remember something: My mom isn’t here! Why bother keeping quiet when there’s no risk of getting caught?
I let it all out—a lustful moan escapes my lips as my orgasm wracks me, causing the chair to shake beneath me as tremors rock my body. The ache in my core is so deep. So desperate. This is not going to be enough. I’m going to need Daddy to finish the job, and I’m going to need it soon.
Cameron leans forward and kisses me—or at least he tries to kiss me. I’m not even able to kiss him back. I’m too wrapped up in my post-orgasmic trance. All I can do is let him gently suck my bottom lip and almost smile as I relish in the rapture of my life.
When I open my eyes again, I’m greeted with his, staring right back at me like I belong to him. And it’s the most comforting feeling in the world—like having a warm blanket wrapped around my heart.
“I like how you look at me,” I tell him.
“How’s that?”
I giggle. I’m starting to get giddy. “Like…I’m yours.”
He smiles and tugs the buttons down on his jeans. “You are.”
I gasp a deep breath and watch as he reaches into his pants.
Oh my God, he’s going to fuck me again. I don’t know why I’m surprised after what I just did.
A sense of excitement mixed with a beautiful ease comes over me, and I let my legs just fall open for him, inviting him in. And that’s when we both hear it.
The sound of tires on gravel outside.
We both freeze.
“It can’t be,” I hiss. “She said she was going to Cheryl’s! She shouldn’t be back until tomorrow!”
But without even getting up, I know it’s her. I could recognize Mom’s dying car from a mile away. But there’s another sound—the cackle of male laughter, unfamiliar and clearly drunk.
Cam’s expression hardens from lust to protector in the blink of an eye. He stands, tucks his bulge into his pants, and somehow manages to button his fly while I rush into my room and scramble to get dressed.
The door bursts open just as I get my right leg into my pants. “What the hell?” my mom blurts out. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be at Cheryl’s?” Cam counters.
Talk about a dysfunctional relationship.
It pains me to even think about the fact that Cam is technically in a relationship with my mom.
But is he? It’s just a label on something that doesn’t truly exist—never did.
While she was gone, Cam took the opportunity to claim me.
And when Mom thought Cam would be gone, she found another man to bring home. Yeah, just end it already.
“This your man, baby?” the stranger grumbles. “The car guy you said was never home?”
I glance out from my room down the hall and see Cameron staring back at the two of them, my mom’s face twisted in indignation. “Well, this is rich. You gonna j–judge me? While you’re here with my daughter!?”
She knows!? How could she? Has she seen me looking at him? Him looking at me? It can’t be. Maybe she’s just throwing wild accusations to try and defend her own behavior.
God, what a mess.
“Your daughter,” Cameron growls, “was the only reason I stayed here as long as I did.”
His words go off like a bomb in the small space of the trailer. My mom’s eyes widen, and her face cycles through a cyclone of emotions—rage, disbelief, and finally, humiliation.
“Get out!” she shouts, pointing at the door. She turns and spots me. “Both of you! Out!”
Cameron stands firm like an immovable statue. “We’ll go, Mercedes. But let Katie get her things first. All of them.”
“Hey, you don’t make the rules here, pal—” the strange man starts to say, but Cameron cuts him off.
“Shut your mouth. No one’s talking to you.” Even from this far away, I can see the glint of violence in Cam’s eyes, and I don’t blame the man for taking a step back and looking away. Cam turns to me. “Get what you need, baby. We’re leaving.”
My mom scoffs as I head back into my room and start packing. “Baby now is it? You’re pathetic! You’re nothing, and you’ll always be nothing!”
Her voice is cold, piercing, and fills me with anxiety. I need to get out of here. I should have been gone a long time ago. This is a new beginning for both of us. Cam’s garage, his dreams, our future.
I hear my mom cursing at me as I stuff clothes into a bag, but I’m his now. His.