Chapter 14 – Break Out the Big Guns

 

“Baby, take this off,” Cam whispers in my ear as he’s leaning over me.  He pushes my t-shirt with his hands as they make their way up the skin of my back where I’m lying face down in his bed.

After Cam pulled me away from the women, we said goodbye to my parents.  They both looked at us curiously, as they would since Cam staked his claim by holding my hand.  I thought I’d finally caught a break when they didn’t embarrass or torture me like the women.  But when we said a final goodbye and Happy Birthday to my big brother, I realized today is not my day for catching a break.  Tony glared straight at Cam and said flat out, “I don’t give a fuck that you were some badass college football star and now you train up-and-coming badass football players.  You hurt my baby sister, I’ll kick your ass.”

It was awkward to say the least.  I yelled at Tony and apologized to Cam.  Tony told me not to apologize for him, he wasn’t sorry about anything.  I punched him in the arm, he leaned down and kissed the top of my head.  Then he said thanks for the cookies before giving Cam one more glare and stalked off. 

My big brother. 

Cam drove us straight to his house and I was worried the kids might not be happy about me being here.  Earlier tonight when Cam picked me up for the party, he made me pack a bag with more workout clothes and told the kids I was staying the night since he was taking me to boot camp in the morning.  They didn’t seem to give it a second thought, which I found strange.  The whole thing made me wonder if he has women stay over often since his kids didn’t blink an eye.  I decided to ask him later and tried not to think about it.

I hung out in the kitchen, or more like cleaned it since it was on its way to looking like it did last week, while Cam got his kids ready for bed.  Ariel played at my feet and John Wayne hissed at me at least three times.  I’ve decided I do not like Cam’s cat. 

The kids came in and said goodnight, Cara giving me big hugs and Jordy even gave me a one armed squeeze around the waist, which was sweet.  After putting them to bed, Cam came strolling back in the kitchen.  He asked if I wanted anything, which I didn’t, and started going through his mail.  He made small talk, asked if I was sore from boot camp and what I had going the next day.  I thought this was odd and not at all what I was expecting.

Five minutes later, he looked to the microwave checking the time and dropped the mail on the island.  He came straight to me, tagged my hand while picking up my bag and proceeded to drag me through the house and straight to his bedroom where he shut us in. 

“They’re asleep,” he muttered as he tossed my bag to the floor and started stripping out of his clothes like he did last night. 

“Are you sure?” I asked.

He leveled his heated eyes on me and said, “I’m sure.”

I don’t know how he knew since he didn’t check on them, he must have used his dad powers.  Before I knew it, he was down to his Calvin Klein’s again—navy blue this time.  He stripped me down to my panties and t-shirt before putting me face down into his big, messy, unmade bed. 

He started on my feet and went to town on my body. 

That could’ve been forever ago, I’ve lost all track of time.  I can’t decide if Cam’s massage is more relaxing or titillating, but between my bottomless vodka drink and his hands on me, my body has become one with his bed.  I’m relaxed, yet tingle every place he touches me and am hyper-alert from his body hovering over mine, surrounding me from above. 

“Lean up,” he says, not giving me a choice as he yanks my top, forcing me to lift as he rips it over my head. 

Now I’m down to my panties and my body is humming as I feel his hand on my bare back, shifting my hair to the side.  His hands come to the small of my back where his thumbs dip in my panties to deepen the massage.  He slides his hands up my sides, brushing the sides of my breasts when I feel his soft goatee and lips at the small of my back.

“Cam?” I mumble into his sheets.

“You okay?” he asks against my skin before I feel his tongue taste me above my panties. 

I’m glad I thought twice when picking out my panties while getting ready for tonight.  These are from Victoria’s Secret, black bikinis with the Victoria’s Secret Angel wings spanning my bottom from hip to hip.  They’re not the sexiest things on Earth, but I like them and think they’re cute. 

“Mm-hmm,” I answer.

“What do you need, darlin’?” he asks, his hands replace his lips where he’s working the muscles on my lower back now.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah,” he answers as I feel his lips on the nape of my neck.

I pull in a breath for courage, “Do you do this a lot?”

The moment my question comes out of my mouth, he stills.  The air in the room instantly changes.  This makes me tense and I fold my arms, pulling them into my sides to cover my breasts and move slightly to look back at him. 

He’s pressed up on both arms, on his hands and knees hovering over me and frowns, “What?”

I look away from him and across his room.  His bedroom is messy like the rest of his house.  He has big heavy furniture with a slightly distressed look to it, but all the pieces are different, nothing matches.  I like the look of his bedroom, it’s masculine yet simple, even if it is messy.  Not to mention his sheets are soft and smell like him.

“Paige?” he calls again and I look back to see his frown has deepened.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that Jordy and Cara didn’t dither when you told them I was staying.  Maybe it isn’t any of my business, but I am practically naked in your bed.  I’m sure my timing isn’t good, but I can’t help but wonder if you have women here often,” I ask. 

He narrows his eyes and gives his head one single shake.  I frown, but before I know it, he shifts and flips me to my back before I have a chance to struggle.

“Cam!” I yell and try to cover my breasts with my arms.

His hips fall between my legs pinning me to the bed and he moves my arms from in between us, pressing his chest into my breasts to cover me as he says, “Quiet, you’ll wake the kids.”

“What did you do that for?” I ask, trying to catch my breath.  He’s too big and strong, there’s no way I’d be able to get out from under him, even if I wanted to.

“Settle down,” he demands and frames one side of my face with his big hand, as if he needed to pin me further. 

I try to control my breathing from the mood change.  Thirty seconds ago my body was humming and now my heart is beating out of my chest in a whole different way.

“No,” he says.

“No?” I ask, perplexed by his answer.  “That’s it?  No?”

“That’s right.  No.  I don’t know why the kids didn’t think twice about you staying.  Maybe it’s because they like you.  Maybe it’s because they trust you.  Maybe in their little kid minds, it makes sense for you to have a sleepover since we’re all going to the same place in the morning.  I have no idea, but I was prepared for the questions if they came.  I do know for certain it’s not because they’re used to having women here.  I’ve not spent time with a single woman in their presence since their mom and I split.  So yeah, darlin’, the answer is no.”

“Oh,” I breathe in a small voice and take in the feel of him against my mostly bare body.  I hate that my voice is small, but I can’t help it when I keep on, “Are you mad that I asked?”

“No.”

“Why do you sound like you’re mad?” I ask, finding my voice again.

“You can ask me anything you want and I’ll answer.  But, baby, you have a way of breaking the moment right when I’ve got you where I want you.  You were in tune to my every touch and now look at you.  You’re wound tight as a spring.  I’d ask if you have a habit of doing this, but since you haven’t been with anyone else, I already know the answer,” he says, frustrated.

“Oh,” I say and divert my eyes from his. 

“Paige?” he calls.

“What?” I look back.

“I don’t like you looking away from me,” he says with a frown playing around his eyes.

“Seriously?  You can’t tell me where to look, you know,” I say, rolling my eyes.

Cam slowly closes his eyes and gives me all his heavy bulk, pressing me into the bed.  The instant his weight settles and I feel like I can’t breathe, he rolls and pulls me over him.  My legs fall around his hips when he brings his knees up, separating my legs and I stay pressed against him to cover my breasts.  He puts one hand to the back of my head and I feel the other come down sharply, but not quite, where it stings my ass.

“Hey!” I warn.

“Baby, the kids,” he warns in a low voice at the same time he squeezes me where I’m pretty sure he just spanked me.

“What are you doing?”

To my question, a smile slowly spreads across his face and he shakes his head, “I have no idea.”

“What?” I ask, wondering what in the world he’s talking about.

“I don’t know what to do with you sometimes,” he keeps on smiling.

“Why are you smiling?” I frown.

“Because for some crazy ass reason, I think I like it,” he answers me.

I keep frowning, “That’s strange.”

“I agree.”

“Well, now what?” I ask thinking he’s being weird and wonder if he’s always this way.

His voice dips and his smile shrinks into a smirk, “I think I’m gonna have to break out the big guns.”

“Now what does that mean?” I ask, my voice leaving me again.

He gives my ass another squeeze and surprises me by rolling me to my back quickly, “I’m gonna have to put my mouth between your legs, baby.”

“What?” I breathe.

“That’s right,” he grins.  “I’m gonna eat you until you come so fucking hard you won’t know what hit you.  And if you’re still awake after that, I’m gonna do it again.  Basically, you’re gonna pass out in my bed from too many orgasms.  And I promise, you’re not gonna want to get up and brush your teeth or go to the grocery store.  Now, before I peel your panties off you, do you have any other questions for me?  I don’t want you ruining this again.”

My eyes go huge and my heart is beating in a whole new way.  I try my best to think of a question—a way to stall—even though I’m kind of looking forward to passing out from too many orgasms.  I mean, it sounds way better than passing out from not being able to make it through boot camp.

“I…I can’t think of anything at the moment,” I stutter.

“You sure?” he raises his eyebrows.  “This is your last chance.”

“Um,” I bite my lip.  “I don’t think so.”

“Good.  The only thing I ask is that you try not to wake the kids.”

“Oh shit,” I mutter, closing my eyes.

Before I know it, I’ve lost his warmth and my eyes fly open.  He’s kneeling in between my legs looking down and I can’t help but cover my breasts with my arms.  Cam stops his hands at my hips and gives me two shakes of his head.  I close my eyes and drop my arms, as he slowly peels my panties off, feeling every nerve ending as he drags them down my legs.

“I don’t want you hiding yourself from me, darlin’.  I want all of you, you’ll get that eventually,” he whispers as he tosses my panties to the side.

“Okay,” I breathe and feel Cam come back over me. 

Grabbing my hands, he gently pulls my arms up so they’re bent over my head.  He kisses me as he holds my hands there and says softly, “I want you to try to hang on to your pillow, can you do that for me?”

I exhale but can’t find the words to answer, and barely nod my head.  His goatee hits my neck before I feel his lips there and he works his way slowly down my neck to my chest.  His one hand comes up to my breast and starts to tease my nipple before I feel his mouth at my other.  I groan when he pulls me deep into his mouth as his fingers squeeze at the same time. 

Then a pull.

Then a soft nip with his teeth.

Then a twist.

Holy shit.  Who knew that would feel so good.

He keeps at my breasts and intensifies what he’s doing, making it even better.  I feel his mouth let me go as he slowly kisses his way down my stomach to my pubic bone. 

Oh, my stupid heart needs to slow down.  I really don’t want to pass out before the orgasms.  That would suck and it would be embarrassing.

“Paige?” I not only hear, but feel against my hip.

“Hmm?” is all I can manage.

“You okay?” he calls up from between my legs.

“Uh-huh,” I groan.

“Baby, you need to relax,” he says as his hands come to my knees, pulling them up.

“Quit telling me to relax,” I complain, trying to focus on the ceiling.

He ignores me, his finger lightly brushing the inside of my thigh when he says quietly, “Spread for me.”

I close my eyes and groan, letting my knees fall apart.

“More,” he goes on and I feel his finger move toward the Promised Land.

I let my knees fall further and the cool air hits me.

“More, Paige,” he whispers. 

His hands come to my ankles, pushing them further up the bed.  I give up and let my legs fall as far as they’ll go.  The instant I do, the air switches from cool to cold between my legs.  When it hits me, I moan from him lightly blowing on me and can’t help it, my arms fall to my sides, fisting the bed below me.

“Pillow, baby,” he softly reprimands with a slight warning to his whisper.

I slowly drag my arms back up above my head to hug my pillow, feeling it pull my breasts as I go. 

“There you go,” he approves.  “Now you can relax.”

“Seriously?” I hear my voice go high, because there’s no way I can relax and he knows it.  I can barely breathe being spread bare to him like this. 

The next thing I know, my hips jerk when I feel his finger easily slide through me.  I lift my head to see him between my legs and he’s looking up my body with a half grin.  He pushes my legs high off the bed and as soon as I feel his mouth on me, I let my head drop. 

Holy shit, again.  That feels even better. 

And then Cam does what he promised he would do.  He ate me.  He licked, sucked and kissed.  He used his fingers and went at me with full gusto.

He was right.  I came hard.  Harder than last night.

Hard.

He kept on, with one orgasm rolling into the next, or maybe it was just a really long one.  How would I know?  His strong hands kept me where he wanted me and there was no way I could stop him, even if I was crazy enough to want him to stop.  My body shook and shook until I couldn’t take it anymore.  I tried to be quiet.  Really I did, but I have no idea if I succeeded.  All of a sudden I feel his body over me and his mouth is on mine.  He tastes salty and he smells like me. 

I never thought I would like that, but on Cam, I love it.  Tasting and smelling me on him, him taking my mouth afterwards as if he liked it as much as I did?  I really love that.

I try and catch my breath, still feeling the tingle from my teeth to my toes.  I wonder if everyone’s teeth tingle or if Cam is just extra skilled at giving orgasms.   

“You good?” he asks, giving me most of his weight. 

I lift my heavy eyes to look at him, but can only manage a nod.

He presses his erection through his underwear in between my legs making me shudder from where I’m still tender. 

“Oh,” I breathe and can’t help but lift my hips because he feels good there.

“Whenever you want, baby,” he says pressing into me again and I open my eyes to look him.  He goes on, “No hurry.”

Well that’s easy for him to say.  He feels really good there, but I am starting to fade.  I think Cam reached his goal.  I’m about to pass out.

“I feel bad,” I sound sleepy.  “What about you?”

“I’m good,” he grins.

“Yeah, but you’re all,” I let my eyes go big because I’m not used to talking the way Cam talks to me.  “You know, hard.”

His grin gets bigger, “I took care of myself today and I’ll keep doing it until you give me the green light.”

“You did?” I ask, surprised.

His grin turns into a smile, “Yeah.  I’d combust around you if I didn’t.”

“Really?”

“Really.  Now, if you get talkative I’m gonna be forced to eat you again.  Not that it’s a hardship, because baby, the taste of your pussy?  I’m addicted,” he keeps up with the sexy talk.

“Quit talking,” I groan.

“You gonna sleep?”

“Yes,” I say on a yawn. 

He reaches over and grabs my panties and t-shirt, “Put these on in case the kids come in.  Tomorrow they’re going to their mom’s and I want you naked all night.  You can be as loud as you want.”

I forgot the kids have to go to Bekki’s tomorrow.  For some reason, I don’t like the thought of them leaving to go to her.  I can’t imagine how Cam feels.

I pull my panties up and tug my t-shirt over my head.  I really am tired, but say, “I’m brushing my teeth before I let you touch me tomorrow night.  Two days in a row is two too many.”

He pulls me into him and growls, “Stop talking and go to sleep.”

I ignore him, leaning up on an elbow and look at him.  Cupping his jaw with my hand, I brush his goatee with my thumb.  And for the first time ever, I lean in to kiss him without him kissing me first.

He allows this.  It’s long and sweet and lingering.  When I pull away, he tightens his arms around me.  I look down into his normally bright blue eyes that appear indigo in the low light of his bedroom. 

“This might sound stupid,” I start, but pause before continuing on a whisper.  “But I like you, Cam.”

His face softens and he murmurs, “Baby.”

“I really, really like you.  I’ve never liked anyone so much.  Thank you for being the way you are with me.”

His arms shift me tighter and his eyes close slowly, “Shit, baby.”

“I just wanted you to know,” I say and he opens his eyes to look up at me.

He doesn’t say anything, but he leans up to kiss me, giving me way better than I gave him.  Rolling me to my side, he finally breaks his kiss whispering, “Go to sleep.”

I snuggle into him, “Goodnight, Cam.”

Again, he doesn’t say anything but I get another squeeze.

And I smile.

*****

I feel her body go slack and she rolls away like she did last night.  I tried to pull her back but it didn’t work so I let her go, as I did just now. 

Her brother was right, she’s selfless.  And giving.  So much so, it almost hurt to hear her say her simple words to me before she fell asleep.  I couldn’t give her anything back and I hate myself for it. 

I wasn’t lying when I said I’m addicted to her pussy.  She’s so fucking sweet.  I’m becoming addicted to everything about her.  There’s no way I can leave her be.  Especially now that she’s in my bed and under my roof.  A roof I finally found some peace under because it has not one thing to do with fucking Bekki.

I move closer and dip my hand under her shirt, touching her at the small of her back.  There’s no going back now, whether I should let her be or not.  Not when I’ve finally found something to make life sweet. 

*****

“Brian, it’s me.  Don’t piss me off by not returning my calls.  It’s been two days, we need to talk about what happened.  This is my fourth message.  Call me,” I say frustrated and press the button to end my call. 

I just dropped off the order to my client.  They’re hosting an after work retirement party, it was a bunch of heavy appetizers.  The three hundred sausage meatballs took forever to roll but other than that, it was pretty easy.  I’ve been busy with food all day.

That was all after my second day of boot camp.  There’s no way I’m going tomorrow—I’m putting my foot down.  Although, I’ll have to put it down gingerly because my stiff, sore muscles are really setting in.  I’ve no idea why people love it so much.  I have an event on Thursday, I’ll use it as an excuse, not to mention I’ll need to be able to move my body to pull it off on time. 

I woke up in Cam’s bed this morning, on my back with my leg hitched to the side.  The second I opened my eyes, I could feel his hand resting on my thigh.  This made me smile, thinking he’s touchy-feely in his sleep, too.

It was a circus, but we all got up and around in time with Cam making sure the kids were ready to go with Bekki after camp this afternoon.  I haven’t known Jordy and Cara long, however it was plain to see the anticipation on their faces—and not the anticipation a child might have before going to a candy store or an amusement park.  No, this was bad anticipation and I know Cam saw it because he got quiet as well. 

It’s early evening and since I’m done with my event for the day, Cam told me to meet him back at his house.  He had a clinic at The Shed he had to fill in for at the last minute.  He texted earlier saying he would be home a couple hours late, told me to help myself to anything and have my teeth brushed. 

Funny guy.

I haven’t heard back from Brian since our ugly scene Sunday night and he’s starting to piss me off.  After multiple messages, he’s giving me the silent treatment.  Even though the scene was ugly, I don’t think I deserve the silent treatment since we’ve been friends for so many years.  While I might’ve ignored his interest, I certainly didn’t lead him on. 

My cell rings, it had better be Brian.  He’s never been good at holding a grudge, I’m surprised it’s taken him this long to call back.

I answer on the first ring with a cheery, “Hey.”

But I don’t hear anything. 

“Hello?” I try again.

“P-Paige?” I hear a small voice come across the car speakers.

I frown as I make my way to the west side of town, “Yes.  Who’s this?”

I hear something else in the background when he answers, “Jordy.”

“Hey, there.  What’s up?” I ask frowning, wondering why he’s calling when they’re with their mom.

“I – ” the phone shuffles around before he says, “stop, Cara.”  When he comes back to me, he explains, “Um, dad didn’t answer and Cara wanted me to call you.”

“You can always call me.  What do you need, sweetie?” I ask.

“Uh…Cara’s scared,” he says.

“Why is she scared?” I ask, perplexed.

“Well, there’re people yelling outside the apartment.  They’re right outside the door. She won’t stop crying,” Jordy explains, his own little voice shaky, hinting to the fact he’s as scared as his sister but trying to be brave.

“Has your mom done anything?” I ask angrily.  Seriously, her kids are scared and I can hear Cara crying, what in the hell is wrong with that woman?

“Um…,” Jordy starts but doesn’t say any more.

“Jordy?” I call out for him.

“She’s not here,” he says in a small voice.

I grip my steering wheel and try to control my voice, “What do you mean she’s not there?”

“She said she had to go somewhere, but she’d be back,” he explained.

“Sweetheart,” I go on.  “Who’s with you?”

“No one.  Just me and Cara,” he says.

Bekki left her kids by themselves?  I flip my signal and change lanes, quickly doing a U-turn.  I hear Cara give a little shriek in the middle of her cries.  I cannot believe that fucking woman left her kids by themselves.

“Jordy?” I call for him.

“Yeah,” his voice shakes.

“You hang tight, sweetheart.  I’m coming for you,” I say and press my foot to the pedal.