Camryn
The light streaming through the window sears my retinas as I open my eyes. Vision blurry, I try to focus on what’s in front of me, but it’s just a haze of color. The heavy weight at my side holds me still against the warmth pressed against me.
Where the hell am I?
The bed shifts and Isaac’s masculine scent surrounds me. Oh…this is bad. Really, really bad. How did I even end up in bed with him? I faintly remember him turning me down, and I’m certain I went to bed alone…in a different room. Which means…he didn’t change his mind.
He sleeps soundly next to me, more serene in his sleep than I have ever seen him. I lift his arm enough for me to wiggle out from under it, and as soon as I’m clear, he flops onto his stomach with a soft grunt. Sitting on the side of the bed, I stay as still as possible to make sure he doesn’t wake up. My foot brushes against something soft on the floor. Reaching down for the rumpled black shirt, I slide off the side of the bed, landing on the floor with a thump. My eyes dart back to make sure he’s still sleeping before I scramble to grab the shirt and pull it over my head.
Isaac’s bag is sitting on the floor next to the bed, and I rummage through it, pull out a pair of boxer shorts, and lie on the floor to put them on, then crawl toward the door before internally scolding myself for being so stupid. Jesus, what the hell am I doing?
Standing up, I glance over my shoulder at him lying there before I open the door for my walk of shame. As soon as I shut the door behind me, Jason and Mallory exit the room they obviously spent the night in together. Mallory has a thoroughly satisfied look on her face, and Jason looks like the cat that ate the canary. When Mallory’s gaze catches mine, her Cheshire grin gets even bigger, and my face heats.
“One night stand, huh? Looks like a repeat to me, Cam.” She chuckles.
“Oh my God. What the hell did I do?” Covering my face with my hands, I take a deep breath.
“I don’t know, but I hope you enjoyed it,” she says I pass by her to go into the room I was supposed to be in. “Probably too damn much,” I mutter to myself.
Shutting the door behind me, I head into the en-suite bathroom, turn the water on, then pull down the boxer shorts, noticing the dried stuff on the inside of my thighs.
Oh…fuck. As if my soreness between my legs wasn’t enough, his dried cum coating my thighs definitely tells me we had sex…and we didn’t use any protection.
Chill out, Cam! You’re on the shot. Okay, pregnancy is out. But what about STDs? He’s been around the block more than once. God, I hope he’s been more careful than last night. Be an adult, Cam. Just ask him. Climbing inside the fiberglass tub, I let the warm water wash away my worries for now.
Wrapping my towel around me, I walk out into the bedroom. My bag is sitting on my bed, and I know it wasn’t there when I came in. Glancing up, Isaac is leaning against the dresser looking so good in his tight forest green t-shirt and jean shorts, arms crossed over his chest. The sight of his muscular arms makes my hands itch to reach out and touch him. But the disappointed look on his face has me thinking twice.
“I didn’t expect you to run out on me this morning.”
“I…um, just wanted to let you sleep,” I say, unconvincingly.
“Well, that was awfully nice of you. Why don’t you get dressed and we’ll go get some breakfast.”
“I thought I smelled bacon earlier. Why don’t you go ahead and head to the kitchen? I’ll be down there in a minute,” I say, my tone hopeful.
“So you can skip out on me again? I don’t think so. Get dressed, and we’re going somewhere we can talk without interruption.”
“I wouldn’t do that,” I start to argue, but we both know it would probably happen. “Okay, just give me a minute.” Grabbing the bag, I hurry into the bathroom, his chuckle following behind me.
“I think I saw it all last night. No point in hiding it now,” he says to my retreating form. My only answer is to shut the bathroom door.
Cruising down the road in Isaac’s SUV, I have to wonder where he’s taking me. Pulling up outside a diner in the middle of nowhere isn’t exactly what I expected. The bell above the glass door rings as Isaac ushers me through, the smell of bacon making my mouth water. An elderly lady looks up from wiping down the counter and tells us to take a seat wherever.
Isaac leads me to a booth on the corner. The red vinyl squeaks as I slide across, and I grimace as my skin sticks to the material. Guess I should have worn pants.
After the waitress takes our orders, Isaac levels me with a look.
“What’s going on? Why did you try to sneak out this morning?” he asks before taking a sip of coffee.
“I didn’t try to sneak out.”
“What do you call it when you crawl across the floor to the door then?” he asks with a smirk as my face flushes.
“You saw that, huh?” I wince.
“Your ass looked good from that angle,” he replies with a wink. “We said we’d be honest from the start, Camryn. Don’t try to back out now.”
“Okay, jeez, I was embarrassed,” I say before putting my head in my hands.
“Why were you embarrassed?” He frowns.
“Because you turned me down the night before, then I woke up in bed with you,” I state, staring down into my cup of coffee.
“Oh, Red. I didn’t take you up on your offer because you were as drunk as a skunk. I wanted you to actually be able to remember our time together. It wasn’t because I didn’t want you.”
“The last thing I remember clearly is going to bed. Alone. How did I end up in bed with you?”
“Well…you see…” he starts, then stops as the waitress delivers our food. “As I was saying, I had a really erotic dream about a sexy redhead having her way with me,” he says with a sexy grin. “Then, low and behold, it wasn’t a dream.” The grin drops from his face and his green eyes grow dark. “I tried to get you to stop because I was afraid you didn’t know what you were doing. But you begged me not to. And being the bastard I am, I didn’t. I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry for. If anything, I took advantage of you,” I say as I realize with disgust. “Oh my god, Isaac. I am so sorry.” Tears fill my eyes. What the hell have I done?
Seeing my distress, Isaac leaves his side of the booth before crowding me in mine. His beefy arms wrap around me, pulling me to his chest, one hand rubbing up and down my back.
“Shhh. It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong, or anything I didn’t want you to do,” he whispers as I sob against his chest, the implications of what I did pouring through me. “God, baby, stop. You’re breaking my heart.”
My sobs begin to slow, finally tapering off into little hiccups.
“You okay now?”
I nod my head against his chest, not ready to look at him and see the disappointment in his green eyes.
“Look, you didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t do anything I didn’t want,” he murmurs against my hair, stirring the strands.
A squeak of rubber on the linoleum catches my attention, letting me know we are not alone.
“Can I get y’all anything?” the soft, feminine voice asks, concern lacing her tone.
“Could you box this up for us and get a couple coffees to go? Please?”
“Of course. Give me just a second and I’ll get you fixed up.” The heavy plates drag across the table as she gathers them up.
“I’m sorry,” I say softly.
“I told you…”
“I mean for breaking down in here. God, this is embarrassing.” I give a watery chuckle. “Making a scene like this.”
“You haven’t made a scene. No one is even looking this way. The waitress didn’t even notice until she was at the table.”
“Can you grab me a napkin or something?” His body shifts against me as he reaches across the table. The stiff paper is scratchy as I wipe my eyes and nose. Gazing at his shirt, I give a small blessing that I didn’t get snot on his shirt. That would have been icing on the cake. Leaning back, I finally look into his eyes and give him a small smile. Before I can blink, his lips are caressing mine.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I’m a mess,” I chuckle, knowing my eyes are bloodshot and my nose is beet red.
“I don’t care.”
The rustling of plastic alerts us to the return of the waitress with our food.
“All right, y’all are all set,” she says a little too cheerfully as she places the white bag on the table along with two Styrofoam cups. I give her a smile as she slips the paper ticket on the table before walking away.
“Okay, Red, let’s head to your place,” he says as he slides to the end of the seat. Pulling the wallet from his pocket, he throws down a few bills.
“Why not your place?” I ask as I stand, picking up my cup, the warmth radiating into my palm. He laughs as he picks up his cup and the bag of food.
“I don’t think I’m ready for you to see how much of a slob I am.”
“Oh lord. I don’t think I’m ready for that either.”
Sitting at my table, we eat our lukewarm breakfast.
“What do you remember about last night?” he asks around a mouthful of eggs.
“Not a whole lot. Just bits and pieces really.” I stab my fork into the now rubbery eggs.
He looks at me with his head cocked to the side. “What do you remember about New Year’s Eve?”
“I remember going to the bar with Sarah to see Keith. And drinking. A lot of drinking. I danced with some guys. With you. You took me home and…uh, wehadsex,” I press out quickly before shoving the forkful of eggs into my mouth.
“We had sex, huh?” Pointing the fork at me, he responds, “What if I told you we didn’t?”
“Pardon?”
“We. Did. Not. Have. Sex. That. Night.” He enunciates each word as if to make his point very clear.
“But…I woke up in your shirt.”
“You were also drunk off your ass. I’m not saying I was a saint, but we didn’t have sex.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, confused.
“We made out in the hall before I carried you to bed. Then I stripped you down. All the way down.” He gets a far-off look in his eyes as they glaze over with lust. “That’s when the sinner in me broke free.”
“But we didn’t have sex?”
“No, my dick did not become acquainted with your pretty pussy. My tongue and fingers are a whole different story.” He winks, and a devilish grin spreads across his face. As my cheeks heat, his smile gets bigger. “I can still taste you on my lips. All sweet candy syrup.”
“Jesus, Isaac! Really?” I bury my face in my hands.
The wooden chair scoots across the tile as he stands up and comes to a stop behind me. As he leans down, his warm breath fans across the back of my neck and goosebumps break out over my arms as my nipples tighten.
“I think about that night all the time. How sweetly you came on my tongue. Nibbling on that little clit. Making you squirm. Your tight, hot pussy squeezing my finger, and me wishing it was my dick buried deep inside you.” With each word whispered against my skin, my core clenches, dampening my panties. At this rate, they’ll be drenched in no time. When he places a soft, wet kiss on my neck, I melt.
“Isaac,” I moan out.
“You want me, Red?” His breath caresses the shell of my ear before his teeth close on the tender lobe.
“Yes,” I breathe out. Reaching up, I grab what I can of his short hair, holding him to me.
“You’ll remember this time, Camryn. Every kiss.” He places a soft, wet kiss on the side of my neck. “Every touch.” His rough hand skims my arm. “Every swipe of my tongue on your skin.” The warm wetness traces from my neck to shoulder. “My dick stretching you wide. The sound of our skin slapping together as I pound inside you. Our bodies pressed together so you can’t tell where you end and I begin.” His hand travels down my breast with a light squeeze, over my abdomen, until he’s cupping me through my cotton shorts. One finger traces my cloth-covered slit, but I can feel it all. I let out a small whimper.
“Would you like that, Red?” When I nod, his other hand wraps around my hair and pulls back, arching my neck as he lips devour mine.
The peeling of the doorbell breaks us apart, my lips mourning the loss of his.
“Who the hell is that?”
“I’m not sure,” I answer, unable to tear my gaze from his.
“Camryn, open the damn door! I know you’re in there. We have plans to shop, woman, and you will not deprive me of that!” Sarah yells through the door.
“If we ignore her, will she go away?” Isaac asks, his voice full of hope.
“Not a chance in hell.” I smile up at him. “I forgot I told her I’d go today.”
“I’ll take a raincheck then,” he says before giving me a quick kiss.
“But—”
“We have all the time in the world. We don’t have to rush this.”
“Come over tonight? I’ll cook dinner.”
“Hurry up and open the damn door!”
“Sounds like a plan,” he says with a smile. “I’ll let her in while you go get ready. See you tonight. Around seven?”
“Seven’s good.”
“You two stay out of trouble.”
“I’m not the one you need to worry about,” I respond, shaking my head. He laughs as he walks to the front door to let my impatient friend inside.