Chapter 17 – I Know Without a Doubt
“Cam, what are you doing?”
“Shh,” he shushes me and I feel his goatee at the back of my neck before his lips make contact. I’m face down in his bed again, but naked this time and Cam didn’t waste any time getting us to where we are now.
But this is not what I expected.
After being swept to his room at the speed of light, Cam did the whole strip tease thing he’s done the past two nights. Except tonight it wasn’t a tease. When he got down to his underwear model couture, I learned he also has a liking for Ralph Lauren. I can’t believe I had the mind space to think about it, but it really surprises me he likes designer underwear since he usually wears athletic apparel.
But all thoughts of his underwear flew out of my head when his thumbs went to his designer waistband and down they went, taking my breath with them.
Whoosh.
And just like that, Campbell Montgomery, in all his glory was standing in front of me as bare as a…well, I don’t know.
I was speechless.
I know I stared. But seriously, he was not lying last week when he said he had a dick. I have none to compare it to, but it’s bigger than I imagined and it’s standing at attention, loud and proud, staring me down. As it came closer, I quickly looked up and its owner was grinning. I felt his hand grab mine and then I was touching it.
He wrapped my hand around his cock as I wheezed, “Cam.”
“Darlin’,” he said as he slid my hand up and down his rock hard mass covered in silk. He leaned his face close to mine and said in a low voice, “You were wound tight last night when I had you bared to me. I don’t want you tight—I want to do everything I can to make it good for you, but it can’t be good for you if you’re self-conscious. Now you don’t have to think about you. You can think about me.”
With that, he whipped off my top and unhooked my bra, sliding it down my arms. I was naked before I knew it and he positioned me face down in his bed like he did last night. But tonight I’m not getting a deep tissue massage. No, tonight it’s all about touches, caresses and Cam tasting me wherever he feels like tasting me. And all of this has my insides buzzing and my girlie parts on fire.
“How’s your shoulder?” He asks in my ear where his goatee tickles me.
“It’s good,” I exhale into his pillow.
I feel him press his erection into the side of my thigh and his fingers trail over my bottom, “Spread for me.”
I slowly hitch my far knee since he’s plastered to my other side and instantly feel his fingers between my legs. I can’t help but let out a little moan from his touch.
“You always ready for me?” he asks and I swear I hear him smile.
“I guess,” I mutter. “I wouldn’t know.”
He hikes his big heavy thigh over my leg, pulling his warm body partly over mine and murmurs, “My sweet Paige.”
I feel my breathing go shallow and can’t help but tip my bottom to get more of his touch and he gives it to me. He slides two fingers inside while another rubs just hard enough to get me close.
He surprises me by pulling away, making me complain, “Cam.”
“You sure, baby?” he asks, giving me only a brush of his fingertips.
I turn my head on his pillow. The light in his room is low coming from one lamp on the bedside table, casting a warm luminosity around us. His blue eyes are darker again in the dim glow. They’re intense, inquisitive and on me.
“I didn’t wait just to wait,” I say.
His dark blue eyes frown at me.
“You’ve got to want someone and I’ve never wanted anyone,” I go on.
His frown disappears and he’s back to inquisitive.
“Until now,” I finish.
“Fuck.”
He gives me back his touch and it hardly takes any time before I’m moaning and gasping into his pillow. I lift my hips farther to get more of him.
“You saved this for me,” he murmurs against my hair, his big hand cupping me.
I’m not sure how he expects me to respond, there’s no way I can form words. I answer by lifting higher, giving him more.
He gets my answer, circles my clit harder, “So sweet and beautiful.”
And that’s when I fall apart.
I barely catch my breath when his hand goes to my far hip, flipping me to my back, his hips falling between my legs. His goatee and lips hit mine where he kisses me as I recover.
Finally pulling away, he says, “I haven’t had a checkup in over a year. I’ve always protected myself, but I’m gonna use a condom even if you’re on birth control.”
“I’m not on birth control.”
For some reason this makes him smile before he kisses me again, “So sweet. We might need to fix that eventually.”
I can’t help but bite my lip thinking about eventually. I lose his weight and he leans to his nightstand, reaching in a drawer. He pulls out a small square package and sits back on his calves where I get to watch him roll a condom on himself. It takes my breath away to see him sit over me so big and beautiful. He doesn’t move when he’s done, he stays back on his haunches looking down on me and I fight the urge to cover myself, fisting his sheets.
Cam doesn’t miss much, tipping his lips before coming back down over me. He starts touching me between my legs, “You’ll tell me if I hurt you?”
I nod once but say, “I don’t think you could hurt me.”
He gazes down and moves his hand, replacing it with the tip of his cock, rubbing it up and down between my legs. I grasp his neck and feel the tip of him at my opening where he barely starts to slide into me.
Now I’m no prude, I have a toy. But I can already tell there’ll never be a substitute for the real thing. He barely pushes into me slowly and even though it’s foreign, it’s perfect.
“Baby,” he breathes, sounding pained.
“You feel good,” I say.
He pulls out before scarcely pushing back in.
“I’ll hate myself if I hurt you,” he whispers against my lips.
He moves slightly and as he stretches me, I know now without a doubt. Even though I know I haven’t waited just to wait, this is what I waited for. For him.
“Please. I want more of you,” I breathe, trying to lift my hips.
He looks into my eyes and exhales before his lips hit mine. When he kisses me, I feel his hips give one thrust and finally. He’s there, filling me up.
“Paige,” he breathes against my mouth.
“You’re perfect,” is all I can think.
He takes my mouth and as his big body surrounds mine, he stretches me, filling me from the inside out. It’s so good that I know. Even after a week and a handful of days, somehow I know.
I know.
And I was right.
It’s him for me. I waited for him all this time and I never knew it.
I’d do anything for him. I’d give him whatever he wanted. I want to give him everything.
His eyes burn into mine and I feel him shift enough to bring a hand between us. He starts to work my sensitive clit with his thumb as he barely moves. This feels so good I lift my hips to try to get more, but I’m oversensitive from before and with Cam filling me up, it doesn’t take long before I come again. This one is quick but different than any I’ve ever had because he’s inside me and it reaches every inch of me.
“Paige, baby, can I move?” he asks, almost like he’s apologizing for something.
I peel my eyes open, still feeling the tingles and he’s looking down at me with something between a searching and pained expression. I pull my legs up, learning that feels even better and say, “Yes.”
His eyes droop and he comes down on his elbows, close to my face and he starts to move. His pace quickens even though I feel he’s holding back, trying to control himself. When he slides in all the way, I feel him hit my clit and that feels so good I lift my hips to get more.
“You’re killing me, baby. You’re so tight, I afraid I’m going to hurt you,” he groans.
“Don’t stop,” I insist, wrapping my calves around his ass for more leverage.
He moves a little faster and I love it. A few minutes later, I feel every beautiful muscle in his body tense around mine. He moves a few more times and stills, planting himself deep inside me. He’s breathing hard and for some reason that makes me smile because his body is a machine. I like it that he’s spent, as if he just ran a marathon. But I like it more that he’s spent because of me.
Still inside me, he slowly lifts his eyes. When he finally speaks, I sense he’s talking more to himself than to me when he declares, “I knew I wanted you. I shouldn’t have, but I took you anyway. Now my sweet Paige, you’re mine. This is it. I’m not letting you go.”
Wow, that was weirdly hot even if it was possessive. But lying here with Cam inside me, I don’t think anything could make it better than his declaration. If this is what it feels like to be claimed, I never want him to let me go.
*****
After I reached the Promised Land, which was all it’s cracked up to be and then some with Cam Montgomery, he pulled me from the bed and into his bathroom. He flipped on the shower and after letting the water come to a warm temperature, he led me in.
Cam’s master bath is big, but it’s nothing like his kitchen. It’s original to the house and beyond ugly, sporting a color scheme that reminds me of avocados and mustard. But it’s easy to get over the ugly when Cam soaps up a washcloth, pulls my back to his front and slowly runs it over my body. Finally, with one hand on my breast holding me tight, his other slides down between my legs. Drawing it away to look, I realize what he’s searching for and feel his big chest exhale with what must be relief when he finds nothing. And I can’t help but fall a little bit more, realizing this is his way of taking care of me.
He points the shower head toward the bench on the far wall and sits down with his back to the side. Extending his leg along the length of the bench and his other bent with his foot to the floor, he pulls me between his legs tucking me in.
He was quiet at first, but when his hand that’s running idly over my body comes between my legs, he asks in my ear with the water running over us, “Did I hurt you?”
I look up and curl into his chest, “That might have been my first time, but I am twenty-six. I…um…have a toy. I can feel where you’ve been, but in a good way. I feel you in a way that I want you again and soon—not in a way where I need to wait because it hurts.”
“You have a toy?” is all he focuses on.
If I wasn’t already warm from the shower, I might’ve blushed, but instead I tuck my face into his neck.
“You’re bringing that over with your next set of clean clothes, which is going to happen tomorrow,” he says giving me a squeeze.
“It doesn’t compare to the real thing, trust me. Now I know,” I yawn.
“I can make your toy work better than you. Trust me,” he throws my words back at me.
I decide not to think about Cam using my toy on me because that makes my heart race, plus he stands me up and flips off the water, moving out of the shower to get towels.
“You’re really okay with nakedness, aren’t you?” I ask as I wrap my towel around me.
He grins and I get to appreciate him wet, water dripping down his big strong body as he says, “With you I am. You’ll get used to it.”
I put my hand on his chest where droplets are dancing down his muscles and say, “I think I’m okay with your nakedness.”
His goatee grins and he leans to kiss me, but before he gets to my lips, we hear a piercing noise from outside. And that noise sounds like an alarm.
“What the fuck?” he turns quickly away from me and heads into his bedroom. I follow with my towel wrapped around me to find him already pulling on his shorts. He frowns while saying, “Get dressed. Check on the kids but stay in the house.”
“Is it your car or mine?” I ask, drying myself quickly.
“Doesn’t sound like mine, must be yours. Here, put this on,” he says, tossing me a t-shirt from his dresser and quickly leaves the room.
I yank his shirt over my head. It’s so big, it comes down to the middle of my thighs. I tug my panties on before going to check on the kids. On my way, Ariel surprises me, meeting me at the top of the stairs. I pick up the nervous puppy, shaking from the sound of the alarm, and take her with me. I find them sleeping like the dead. I quietly close the doors, and carrying Ariel, we head toward the ringing alarm.
When I get to the mudroom to head outside, the alarm stops but I jump when I’m hissed at by Cam’s persnickety cat.
“Stop doing that. I’m not crazy about you, either,” I frown at John Wayne, who’s sitting in front of the door blocking my way. “You’re the most irritable cat ever—now move it,” I nudge him with my foot. He gives me cat lip before sauntering toward the kitchen with attitude.
Once outside, I see Cam standing in nothing but a pair of royal blue athletic shorts holding his phone to his ear. He’s got his back to me and he’s facing my car. My car with a smashed back window, and from what I can see, two slashed tires. That’s gonna suck. Not only do I have to deal with having it fixed, but now my parents will be on my case to move somewhere with a garage. Not to mention, they’ll probably find out it happened here, during a sleepover with Cam. I’m a grown woman. Seriously, do they have to know every nuance of my life?
“Well hey, you,” I hear from the side and look over to see my brother-in-law, Lanny, standing in a pair of shorts similar to Cam’s, but he threw on a t-shirt. He crosses his arms and tips his head looking me over, stating the obvious, “Your hair’s wet.”
“Oh, hey,” is all I say.
Well, shit. I try and take in the vandalism of my new car, but all I can think about is how everyone’s going to know about me being here with my hair wet and my car trashed. Nothing is sacred in the Carpino family, and that includes the in-laws.
“And you’re wearing my neighbor’s shirt,” he goes on.
I bite my lip and pull Ariel in tighter.
“In the middle of the night,” he continues.
“Lanny…” I start, but I really have nothing else to say because he’s right on all accounts.
“And your car just got busted into,” he finishes.
“Sophia’s not coming, is she?” I ask, looking around the corner toward their house.
“I told her to stay with the kids,” he says.
“And I told you to stay in the house,” Cam clips, lowering his phone.
I frown and ask, “Who were you talking to?”
“The police,” he says. Tipping his head toward my car, he looks pissed when he goes on, “We have to make a report so you can file your insurance. And if this is connected to what happened earlier tonight, I’m gonna tear someone in two.”
“What happened earlier tonight?” Lanny asks.
“Nothing,” I say.
“Bekki,” Cam butts in. “You wouldn’t believe the shit she pulled. She left the kids by themselves. There was a scuffle outside her apartment with some thugs that’re connected to her. When Jordy couldn’t get hold of me, he called Paige. She wandered into it.”
“No shit?” Lanny looks to me.
I shrug but Cam keeps going, “She got knocked around, Bekki’s in jail with one of the guys who created the scuffle and two others got away.”
“You okay?” Lanny frowns this time.
I open my mouth to answer, but Cam keeps on, “She’s got a couple bruises and a headache, but she’ll be okay.”
“I can speak for myself, thank you,” I glare.
“I told you to stay in the house,” he says.
I ignore Cam and say, “You can’t tell Sophia. She’ll be all over me.”
“Looks like someone else has already been all over you,” he grins.
“Lanny!” I yell and hear Cam warn, “Hey.”
“You cannot tell her,” I repeat.
“You think I’m gonna suffer the wrath of my wife and not tell her something she’ll find out soon enough anyway? No way,” he shakes his head.
“Please, Lanny,” I beg.
“I’ll do you a favor and leave out the part about your hair being wet. That’s the best I can do,” he offers, as if he’s throwing me a bone.
“Cam,” I look over at him with big eyes. “Talk to him.”
“What in the hell happened while we were in Hawaii?” Lanny asks, not giving Cam a chance to plead my case.
“Nothing,” I say at the same time Cam drawls, “It was an interesting week.”
Before anyone has a chance to say anything more, I see headlights turn the corner and for the second time today, police cruisers head my way. This time they aren’t tearing down the street with lights and sirens, but they sure did manage to get here faster than earlier this evening when I needed them in a worse way. Figures.
“Go home, man. I’ve got this,” Cam says to Lanny.
Lanny lifts his head to Cam but comes to me. He leans down and gives me a brotherly kiss on the top of my head, “Glad you’re okay. I won’t let Sophia call you until tomorrow.”
I sigh and start to dread tomorrow before it gets here because there are no secrets in my family. Tomorrow could suck worse than today. Not that today sucked, I think I would categorize today as the best, yet the scariest. One for the record books.
Lanny starts his way across the yard as the police pull up and Cam comes to me, demanding, “Get dressed.”
“I’m fine,” I say, shifting Ariel who’s getting wiggly in my arms.
“Baby,” he says, squeezing my bottom over his t-shirt. “I’ve just had you for the first time and nobody’s been there but me. I’m not crazy about you being half dressed in front of a bunch of police officers. Go put on some clothes. Now.”
I roll my eyes before turning to march back to his bedroom to find my clothes. But the minute I turn and he can’t see me, I have to bite my lip to keep from smiling.
Yeah, giving up my V-Card was way better than I ever imagined. And when you wait as long as me, you imagine a lot. But handing it over to Cam makes me smile even bigger.