Chapter 4

Katie

Cam walked toward his car while I kicked and beat him with my fists as I hung from his broad shoulders. He wouldn’t put me down. Peter had tried to drag me up the stairs, and he had kicked off saying I was just teasing him. Well, I did have my reasons for not being dragged upstairs. And, it was a woman's prerogative to change their mind about anything.

It appeared the stories had been true about Cam, and he was indeed (or had been) a real true to life hero. He was scorching hot and carried himself with a lot of dignity and finesse. It had been one of the most noble things a man had ever done for me, and most definitely the hottest.

He had just laid Peter out cold with one wham of his elbow, no bullshit or losing his temper. He explained, to Peter, to let it go, and Peter felt the wrath come crashing down on him when he refused. And now, he had picked me up and thrown me over his shoulder like a knight with his princess. It was like I weighed nothing. I had kicked and screamed, but nothing seemed to make him divert from what he was doing, and I had become suddenly attracted to all the things that involved Cam.

He arrived at his car and placed me on my feet. He opened the door for me and ushered me into the passenger seat.

“Get in,” he said.

Damn, he's fine with a capital fucking F, and he can order me around… anytime.

“Okay, you win. I surrender,” I replied in a pissed off tone. I slid into the seat of the jeep.

I sat in the passenger seat and was still pissed off; my night had ended so soon. I had drunk a little too much, and my head felt a little fuzzy. But I still had the sense to know what I was doing. There was no way he was going to take me straight home. I wanted to spend more time in his company.

“Why did you step in and stop that asshole from dragging me upstairs?” I asked as I slumped in the seat.

“I have my reasons, and it seemed you… well, it seemed you just needed some help.” Cam said. He started the car engine.

“I can take care of myself. I didn’t need your assistance.” I twiddled with the radio knob.

“Yep, sure, that was exactly how it looked to me, and I just did it for the sake of it?” he added with a grin.

“Well, you sure know how to handle yourself. You really knocked his ass out,” I said as I listened to Drake Santino on the radio.

Shake your thang, shake your thang, do it to me like a wild thing, came from the speakers. I sang along quietly, raising my arms and wriggling my hips.

I sat there and thought of Cam and his situation. He had lived at the top of our street for a few years and had a beautiful wife up until a couple of years ago. I had heard she died during childbirth, and the kid he had on his shoulders must have been his daughter.

I watched as Cam went to change gears, and I leaned forward to turn the radio station. Then, my hand brushed over him as he rested on the shift stick. I pretended I had not noticed and Cam made no attempt to move his hand from below mine. I could feel his immense power, just from this quick touch. From years of arduous training, he had honed a body into what many would call, a killing machine.

Damn, he's just so handsome. His green eyes just pierced my gaze, and he has got me going, and I’m turned on; and his body, phew, he must do some serious working out to stay in shape.

I sat in silence and couldn’t take my mind off how he had stepped up to the plate and protected me, without me even asking. I was not sure if it was because he knew me or if he was just attracted to me.

Was this his paternal instinct taking over. Or maybe… no, it couldn’t be.

“We should be home in around thirty minutes,” he said, glancing in my direction.

“I can’t go straight home,” I said, “I was supposed to be out with a girlfriend.”

“So, what are you trying to say?” Cam asked.

“I told my dad, the Admiral, that I would be home later, and besides, I have been drinking, and he will know,” I said, smiling and blowing my breath at him cheekily.

“Katie, stop! Oh, dear God.”

“That’s not very romantic now, is it? You knock a guy out to save me, and then you tell me my breath stinks,” I replied with a grin.

“Ah, so you lied to the Admiral huh. And where did you say you were going?” he asked, looking hot as hell and smelling even better.

“I said I was going shopping and then out to dinner,” I added.

“You have made it very awkward with yourself this evening,” he replied with a slight smile.

“It needs to be at least another couple of hours before I can go home, or the alarm bells will ring with Dad,” I explained.

“We have all been in that situation, so I know what you mean. I have a good idea what your breath smells like without you even letting me know,” he replied with a smile. The streetlights cast shadows over his face as we passed underneath them. He looked at me and my heart skipped. God, he was hot.

“I’ve got this under control.” I squared my shoulders.

He laughed as he looked at me, my slender legs bare. I had only worn minuscule shorts and a tiny bikini-like top with a cute, velvet jacket.

“Do you go shopping like that very often?” he asked.

Shit, I have forgotten my bag in Peter’s car.

I explained to Cam I had left my bag in the jerk's car, and that was a secondary reason not to go directly home. Dad would still be up, and there is no way I could enter the house dressed the way I was and hope to sneak past him.

I found myself changing the subject slightly and talking more about Cam, rather than the knock on effect of me going home while stinking like a brewery.

“So, what is your kid's name, if you don’t mind me asking?” I tried to make polite conversation.

“Emmy, her name is Emmy and she's the best thing that ever happened to me,” he said.

“Why is that then?” I asked, quizzing him.

“A long story, but let's just say, a few years ago, that guy Peter could have so easily been me,” he explained.

“Well, I don’t know any fucker who could put you on your ass in the same fashion?” I replied with a laugh.

“From the base… and not wanting to sound big-headed, no one could. But Emmy can; she just knocks me out every time I hold her,” he added, and I could see the compassion in his expression and his smile as he thought about her.

“She's a cute kid, and seems oblivious to the situation around her,” I replied, trying to make him feel cool about the whole single dad thing.

Since Cam had put Peter on his ass, I had become undeniably turned on. And when I was over his shoulder, I was surprised he couldn’t tell that I wanted him then.

“So, you have a sitter at home with Emmy?” I asked, trying to act cool. The chemistry was really something.

“Yeah, Mrs. Hyndley from down the street,” he replied. I could sense him warming up to me.

He’s not like the others.

“Damn, she used to sit me when I was younger,” I said as I wondered if he was in a rush to get home.

“She's helpful, and I was lucky to get her this evening, or I wouldn’t have been able to go to the party,” he replied, pausing at the stoplight.

“It's only a suggestion, but if you have a sitter, do you want to go somewhere else for a while?” I asked as I turned to him and melted from looking at the stubble on his face.

Cam glanced in my direction and I could see he checked me out before he spoke.

Keep looking buddy, look all you want…God, yes.

“Not tonight. You’re going home,” he said as he fixed his gaze back on the road.

“That’s not right. You saved me from the jerk, so I’m yours now. You do know that, right?” I asked in a flirty tone.

“Life is not a fairytale, unfortunately. I have no white horse. Just this jeep,” he said with a grin on his face.

I unfastened my seatbelt and opened my jacket. My nipples were already hard. I opened my legs as I turned to Cam and leaned in closer.

“It could be fun to do something different. Let's go somewhere we have never been before,” I said as I ran my hand over my shorts and bit my lip.

Again, he glanced in my direction. I could see him re-position himself in his seat. His eyes lingered for a moment longer than normal. As I tried to flaunt my body, without being too obvious, I wondered if he was aroused. It would be a great feeling if I had this effect on him.

He was silent and so sexy.

“Boring, I thought you were out for some fun for once. What was the use of the party then?” I quizzed him.

“I was, in a way, forced to go. I had enjoyed myself, and it has been a long time since I ventured out like that,” he said, glancing down the length of my body.

I noticed he had some DVDs in his center console. I had a small opportunity to get closer to him. I waited until the car was going to go around a corner, and reached for the DVDs. It was as he turned to the left, that I let my hand slide over his leg as if by accident. My fingers brushed his pants and I pretended to fall toward his lap. I caressed his thigh as I pushed myself upright.

“Oops sorry. I didn’t realize you were going to turn,” I said, blushing slightly.

“If the disks had not been there, I would have thought you were trying to feel me up,” he said with a grin.

“What do you take me for. That would be a bit damn obvious, don’t you think?”

It had worked just as I had planned. And even if he did nothing to act upon it, at least he would know how tender my touch could be on his bare skin.

“Well, accident or no accident, nothing is gonna happen. I can tell you that now,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

I was pissed he wouldn’t take advantage of the situation. I had offered myself on a plate, and it was not enough that he had stood his ground and wouldn’t budge. I felt slightly dejected. I never had a man turn me down before. I had always been able to twist them around my little finger and get them to do as I pleased.

I had always controlled the show, yet Cam was in total control of himself. So it looked like I was out of luck tonight.

“You still can’t take me home anyway. I have to sober up a little and get rid of this beer breath I have,” I said as I sat back in my seat.

I felt like a kid who had their toys taken away from them for being naughty. I sat there and listened to the radio.

“Well, if you need a good burger, there is nothing around here. They are all closed at this time, being so close to the base. We have to travel a while,” Cam said as he looked at me.

I stared back at him with a mock stern expression. “Okay, but you have to pay. There is no way I could get money in these shorts,” I said as I ran my hands across my shorts.

Cam looked at me as I stroked my shorts; he could see there was no way I could get money into them as they were just too tight and too small, and they rubbed my pussy as I slid my hips forward to show him just how small they were.

I leaned back into the seat and rubbed my hands over the tiny pockets of my shorts and down to my thighs. “So as you can see, I have nowhere to put anything.”

I noticed him look at my shorts and I was sure I saw him lick his lips. Maybe I had turned him on, but he wouldn’t show it. I had nearly admitted defeat, but I had got him to take me for a burger, and that was a good start.

“Okay, you have proved your point, You’re wearing shorts that are too small to fit anything in. I’m not sure how you managed to get into them,” he replied with a cheesy grin.

“Ha! Getting in them is easy, it is getting out of them that’s difficult. I have to slip my thumbs in and wriggle everything to slide them down,” I replied with a sexy grin.

I, now, got my second wind in flirting, and I had nothing to lose really, apart from maybe walking home if he kicked me out of the car.

“So, what burger place are we going to then?” I asked, just changing the subject altogether.

“Well, it’s the best twenty-four-hour burger joint anywhere, Dicky Mee’s. If their burger doesn’t sober you up, nothing will,” he said as he headed toward the joint.

“Damn, how far is it?” I asked. A breeze rushed into the window.

“Not too far, just outside city limits. They cater for truckers and all that, so it can get very busy. But tonight it’s Friday, and all the truck drivers want to get home for the weekend,” he explained.

“It is a good job I’m starving, I could eat a horse,” I said, patting my bare stomach.

“I’m sure they do a burger which is bigger than you,” he replied with a laugh.

“Very amusing; you know I’m more than a mouthful,” I said as I smiled at him.

I could see in the distance. A large light blazed into the night sky; Dicky Mee’s. We had nearly arrived and I was starving.

“I’m gonna have the works; one mother of a burger and extras on the side,” I said. I sat up in the seat. “What takes your fancy, Cam?”

Cam slowed the car and turned into the truck-filled parking lot. “I might have the same, but nothing extra for me, not tonight.”