Chapter 6
Trix
I was so pissed I could have screamed as I dropped my backpack on the foot of my bed.
Fucking Cameron.
I’d known he was possessive. I’d always known that he considered me his, even before the afternoon when he’d practically beat his chest and growled “mine!” my senior year of high school. Possessiveness didn’t bother me. In our world, it was a sign of love, no matter how outsiders chose to perceive it.
My dad had always been super growly and handsy with my mom when there were other men around, it was just his way. She didn’t have friends that were men. Her relationship with Casper was completely transparent, but I’m not sure that she’d ever spent time with him without my dad—and that guy had taken a bullet for her. But on the flip side of that same coin, my dad had no women friends, either. He didn’t spend time with other women at all—not without their husbands present—and single women? My mom would have gutted him. It was a sign of respect, of loyalty.
So it wasn’t Cameron’s possessiveness that had me slamming things around my room. I understood that.
It was the way he’d embarrassed me in front of my classmate.
When Steve had called to ask if we could work on our group project for our marketing class, I’d jumped at the chance. It was hard as hell to get the group together with everyone’s busy schedules, and as it was, our third member had been at work and unable to come over. I hadn’t thought twice about it, I’d just been happy that we could get part of our project done.
I should have thought it through, but to be fair, Cam and I were brand new. Did I think about him constantly? Yes. It’s not as if I’d forget him when I’d seen him naked for the first time only an hour before. But I hadn’t yet wrapped my mind around the little things I’d have to do to make it work with him.
Like not having a man over to the house when he wasn’t there.
I knew that he trusted me, that wasn’t the issue. Not really.
But that didn’t appease my anger. Not even a little bit.
“You gonna stay in here all night?” Cam asked from the doorway, just as I’d begun scooping laundry off my floor and tossing it into the hamper.
“I’m pissed at you, go away.” I grabbed a pair of dirty jeans from underneath my bed and tossed them across the room. How the hell did jeans get that far under my bed?
“You’re pissed?” He laughed nastily. “Right.”
“Seriously, Cam? You were a total dick.”
“Yeah, well, you knew that before you decided to fuck me.”
“Yeah, well,” I sneered back mockingly, “that won’t be happening again any time in the near future.”
“That right?” he asked softly, stepping into the room as he pulled his cut off his shoulders.
“Quit,” I snapped, rolling my eyes. God, he was such a pain in the ass.
My eyes widened as he stepped in farther and gripped the back of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head and dropping it on the floor. Oh, God. His boots went next, then his socks. And then suddenly, he was a foot away in nothing but his jeans.
“Strip,” he ordered softly.
“Not happening,” I replied with a nervous laugh. My eyes met his for only a moment before they were drifting down his torso. God, he was big. Big and defined and tattooed. My mouth watered.
“You need some help?”
My eyes shot back to his and I swallowed hard. “No, I don’t need help.”
“Then get movin’.”
“Maybe I’m not in the fucking mood.”
“Your eyes are fuckin’ black and your nipples are hard as a fuckin’ rock. Don’t give me that shit.”
“I’m mad at you!” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Best time for sex, baby. Get all that shit out.”
“I’d rather punch you in the throat.”
“I’d rather you scratched the hell outta my back.”
My heart began to race as he took another small step forward, and without thinking it through, I pulled my t-shirt over my head.
“Good girl.”
“I’m not a dog.”
“You’re also not naked yet,” he growled.
I huffed, but still unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them and my underwear down my thighs in one movement. Before I was fully upright again, Cam was in my space, unhooking my bra and pulling the straps down my arms.
“You still pissed?” he asked teasingly, his hands sliding up the front of my torso.
“Yes,” I spit back, pushing on his chest sharply with both hands so he stumbled back a bit.
His head tilted a little as he studied me, then his nostrils flared as his eyes darkened. “That’s how you wanna play?”
His fingers reached my nipples and pinched, making me inhale a desperate breath.
“Okay, Sweetbea,” he said gently. “Let’s play.”
Then his hands were in my armpits and I was being tossed onto the bed.
“You embarrassed me,” I hissed, sitting up quickly to find him dropping his jeans to the floor.
“You pissed me off.” He moved forward and braced his fists beside my hips, his face inches from mine.
“That doesn’t mean you can treat me like crap.”
“When exactly did I treat you bad, baby?”
“Don’t call me baby in that tone. We’re fighting.” I scowled.
“When did I treat you bad?” he asked again.
“You—you—”
“I wanted him out and I got him out.”
“You made me look bad!”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did. Did you see the way he looked at me?”
Cam leaned closer until we were nose to nose, and I had to close my eyes as I felt his breath fan my face. I was still so angry, but hell, he smelled so damn good.
“Yeah, I saw the way he was lookin’ at you. Didn’t like it. Boy’s lucky he didn’t leave on a stretcher.”
I leaned away and opened my eyes. “What?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, nipping at my bottom lip before sliding his tongue into my mouth.
I moaned. Hell, my entire body lit up like a firework.
Then I bit him.
“Jesus Christ!” he pulled away quickly and scowled at me, then jerked my hips, making me lose my balance and fall flat on the bed.
His hands moved to my thighs as I tried to sit back up, but before I could get any leverage, he was ripping my legs apart and his tongue was sliding over my clit.
I fell back with a gasp.
He mumbled something about a man in “his” house, as his mouth opened up wide and covered my pussy, sucking.
“Holy shit,” I groaned as he closed his mouth again, his bottom teeth scraping against my flesh.
“You wanna bite, Sweetbea?” he asked darkly.
“No. No.” I shook my head and leaned up on my elbows, meeting his eyes for a brief moment before I felt his teeth against my clit. “No, Cam!”
I started to panic.
“Bea?” he asked in confusion, lifting his head.
“Don’t bite me.” My voice wobbled.
“I wasn’t gonna hurt ya. Shit.”
I was panting as he leaned back down, kissing my skin lightly before lifting his head again. “I’d never hurt ya, Sweetbea. You know that.”
I nodded. I did. I did know that, and I didn’t know why I’d panicked. This was my Cam. Where the hell had that come from?
His tongue came out and ran delicately over my clit again, and my thighs relaxed. I didn’t lie back, though. For some reason, I was still anxious and I needed to be able to see him.
He moved his mouth this way and that, running his tongue over me, then giving suckling kisses all over my flesh until my hips were undulating beneath him. I began to sweat and my arms started to shake beneath me as he finally slid one, then two fingers inside. When he finally concentrated on that little bundle of nerves at the top of my pussy, I came hard and fell backward.
I came and came until I was a boneless heap on the bed.
“I really wanted an angry fuck,” he said jokingly as he leaned up to kiss my lips. When he pulled away, his face lost its humor. “But I never wanna scare ya.”
“You don’t.” I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, watching him close his eyes as he relaxed into the movement.
Then his eyes opened again, and any tenderness was hidden under the heat in his gaze.
“Good,” he said decisively, leaning back on his knees to grasp my hips and flip me over. “On your hands and knees.”
My arms still felt a little like limp noodles as I tried to get into position, but I made it work. My ass bumped into him as I slid my legs under me and rose up, but he didn’t move away, his fingers sliding over my back as I braced my hands against the quilt.
I inhaled a deep breath when he went up on his knees and leaned over my back, his lips meeting my neck softly as he pushed my hair to one side. Then his hands slid gently down my shaking arms.
“On your elbows, baby. Should help.” He braced me as I leaned down toward the mattress and rested my head on my arms.
Then my soft-spoken Cam was gone.
His hands slid back up my arms, over my shoulders and down my back until he was gripping my hips. I closed my eyes as one of his hands moved inward, and couldn’t stop the jerk of my hips as his fingers slid between my legs, pumping inside me once.
Then there was no contact between us except a single hand on my hip.
He slid inside with no warning. He was being careful not to hurt me, but pressed hard, not pulling back or easing me with short thrusts. In one single, steady push, he slid all the way inside, while I whimpered and tilted my hips toward him.
“Fuck,” he groaned as his balls came to rest against my clit.
He was motionless except for the way his dick flexed inside me, giving me time to grow used to him.
“Go,” I ordered, my breath shallow. “Go, Cam. Move.”
He pulled away in silence, but a deep grunt burst out of his mouth as he shoved forward again, then again.
After a few moments, I was cringing into the blanket beneath me, then throwing back my head. “Not so deep, I’m sore,” I ordered through clenched teeth. “Fuck!”
“Shit.” Cam pulled out most of the way and leaned back over me, turning my head to kiss me sloppily. “Sorry, Bea.”
He slid inside me again, slower and shallower that time, before pulling back and doing it again.
“You have to relax, baby,” he whispered, rocking his hips as I willed my body to stop tensing up every time he moved.
This guy was my friggin’ soul mate. We weren’t supposed to have unsuccessful sex. It was supposed to be incredible and mind-blowing from the first time. I needed to get my shit together.
“I’m sorry,” I rasped, letting the top half of my body sink further into the bed.
“Shut up,” he replied, kissing my shoulder and then nibbling a path to my neck. “You can take me, Bea. You just gotta relax, baby. That’s all.”
“It hurts,” I argued, taking a deep breath.
“Does it?” he pushed in a little harder. “You sure?”
I pressed my lips between my teeth as I tried to relax the way he’d instructed, and after a moment, my breath caught in my throat.
Holy shit.
“There you go,” he growled against the back of my neck. “I’m in. Fuck. Shit. Goddamn, that feels good.”
He pulled out and pushed back in slower than he had before, but I no longer felt any pain as he bottomed out inside me. Instead, I seemed to be growing hazy, my entire body throbbing, sensitive to the slightest brush against my skin.
Cam’s arms slid around me, his chest and belly molded to my back as he laced his fingers through mine. “You’re gonna come again,” he said against my ear. “You’re so fuckin’ wet, you’re soakin’ the bed.”
I think I mumbled something back in response, but I wasn’t sure.
His hips sped up a little as his harsh breathing rasped against my ear.
Then I was coming again, just like he’d predicted, this orgasm so different from any I’d had previously that I didn’t even recognize what it was until I was literally throbbing around Cam’s cock.
“Fuck. Yes,” he moaned as his hips began to thrust wildly, finally coming to a complete stop.
He pulled out after a moment and my knees slid down the bed until I was flat on my stomach.
I felt so raw… so bare. It was the oddest thing. I didn’t even realize I was crying until Cam flipped me to my back and his hands went directly to my face.
“You okay?” he asked, his face looking slightly panicked.
“Yeah,” I sniffled, chuckling a little. “I don’t know what the fuck this is.”
He laughed before laying down beside me and pulling me into his arms. “I just rocked your world.”
“Yeah, well, I’m still pissed at you.”
I buried my head against his chest and hid my smile as his loud laugh rang through the apartment.
* * *
“You asleep?” I asked later that night, curled up in bed with Cam, the apartment quiet around us.
I knew he wasn’t sleeping. Cam freaking snored. Loudly. At some point, I was going to have to buy him some nose strips or something, but for the past week, the sound had been comforting as it filtered through the walls. I liked knowing that he was there.
I liked knowing that he was comfortable enough in my apartment to sleep deep enough to snore.
“What’s up?” He asked gruffly, pulling my back tighter against his chest.
I wasn’t a small girl, but I felt that way when he spooned me like he was right then.
“Please don’t embarrass me again.”
“Wasn’t tryin’ to embarrass ya.”
“I have a life outside the club—”
“I know that.”
“I have to get along with these people. I’m almost finished with school, and then I’ll be working somewhere. You can’t act like that, Cam. No one will respect me if you do.”
“You gonna have co-workers in our house?”
“Our house?”
“You gonna have men over? Ones that stare at your tits?”
“No.”
“Then I’m not sure what you’re worried about.”
“I swear to God, talking to you is like talking to a brick wall.”
“Baby, it’s eleven o’clock at night and it’s been a long fuckin’ day. You’re lucky I’m not answerin’ you in snores.”
I sighed and he kissed the back of my neck.
“We’ll figure this shit out, yeah? Just not tonight,” he said sweetly, kissing my neck again.
“Yeah.”
I closed my eyes briefly then popped them open again. “You ever figure out what was going on with Will?”
“Nah, didn’t see him.”
I relaxed into Cam’s arms and closed my eyes again, but I couldn’t fall asleep. So many things had happened in the last twenty-four hours. Between Cam and I finally getting together, the drama with my dad that morning, knowing I’d have to face Steve in class the next day, and my little freak out when Cam had gone down on me, I had a hard time quieting my thoughts.
I still couldn’t believe Cam was sleeping beside me, his breath wafting across the back of my head. It seemed like I’d wanted to be exactly in that spot for as long as I could remember, and now that I had him, I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. What if becoming a couple was nothing like I’d imagined? I didn’t have a whole lot of experience in any type of long-term relationship, and I knew instinctively that when Cam said this was it, he meant it.
Cam’s arm tightened around my waist as he shifted closer, and suddenly, I was completely calm.
He was right—it had been a long day and I had school bright and early in the morning. I needed to get some rest.