Chapter 24
ZEB
Dinner went a bit differently after Cammie found the photo from the game.
The one that showed Chase Trout and a guy who’d been in my freshman English class.
I’d texted the photo to the group chat. There was no way in hell I was passing Cammie’s phone around and someone seeing our sex photos.
I didn’t have a death wish and there was no way in hell anyone was seeing my girl like that but me.
The fact that she’d let me take them in the first place showed that Cammie trusted me, but also that she had a naughty side that we were only just discovering.
Colt had immediately gotten up from the table and headed into the other room to make some calls. Everyone talked at once, finally eager to have someone in that family get caught.
Two hours later, I was upstairs in my room with Cammie.
She’d showered and had put on plaid flannel pants with a matching pink top with thick fleece socks on her feet.
The top would have been completely tame if it didn’t highlight that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Her hair was wet and combed out down her back.
We were laying on my bed–on top of the covers, her head tucked into my shoulder, her body pressed into mine.
We were watching a movie on my cell. We could have done it on the big TV in the family room, but I wanted her all to myself. And braless.
There was a knock at the door, then Colt busted in. “Good, you’re not fucking.”
I jackknifed up in bed, taking Cammie with me. “What the hell?” I asked, shifting so I blocked her with my body. Not that she wasn’t fully covered from neck to toe in flannel and fleece.
Colt rolled his eyes. “You’re twenty. You found your girl.”
“Mom and Dad are down the hall,” I reminded. Not wanting Cammie to feel embarrassed my older brother and I were talking about my sex life–with her, I pushed back. “What did you find out about Chase?”
He leaned against the doorframe. “I called the Missoula police. Sent them the details. This photo is great, but the detective agrees that his lawyer could easily say they were swapping cookies or something.”
“Cookies?” Cammie asked, surprised.
“The photo does give a location, right outside the locker room, so they’re gonna pull the security feed and that should offer more evidence.
Video. He was stupid to do it there, probably hoping a quick drug deal would be lost in the crowd, but that family isn’t made up of the sharpest tools in the shed.
” Colt’s gaze narrowed. “We’ll get him.” He looked to Cammie. “You did good.”
I turned to her, smiled. I’d already told her how proud I was of her.
“The way Chase went after her at the party, he knows she saw him, but has no idea he was captured on camera.”
“Still, you should be careful when you get back to school.” Colt suggested. “This photo is enough to give that police department direction. I’m sure they’ll find stronger evidence to use.”
“You mean Cammie’s photo won’t even be used against him?” I asked. I didn’t want the Trouts to know it was my girl who brought him down. Chase might go to jail, but he had siblings, a dick cousin who lived in Idaho and a cunning father.
I didn’t want them to know shit about Cammie.
“Like I said. Cookies. They’ll find something better. Hopefully. In the meantime–”
“Don’t worry, I’m not letting her out of my sight.”
We’d have to go to class, but I’d figure out how to drop her off and pick her up. Even if Chase Trout wasn’t threatening her, I’d still do it.
“There’s nothing else to do now,” Colt said.
“For the next few days, we’ll be here,” I told him.
“Right. Here.” He tossed me his keys and I caught them mid-air.
“What’s this?”
“Molly’s working tonight,” Colt said. “I’ll stay here in my old room. You get our house.”
I frowned and eyed the keys. “You’re giving us your house for the night?”
“You’re welcome,” he said.
Ma put Cammie in Lainey’s old room and I’d planned to sneak down the hall after she and Pops went to sleep.
No way was I kissing her goodnight and sending her down the hall after making her mine for the first time the night before.
I’d learned that Cammie was loud when she came, so I wasn’t sure how that was gonna work when I got inside her here.
No way in hell was I turning down my brother’s offer to have my girl make all the sounds she wanted as I fucked her… and in a few new ways I’d been imagining but hadn’t tried.
I took Cammie’s hand and tugged her from the bed. I slapped Colt’s shoulder on the way by.
“Guest room!” he called. “Fuck in the guest room.”
Oh, we would. We sure as hell would.