Rockstar Untamed: A Single Dad Virgin Romance by Michelle Love (5)

With a chuckle, he says, “You seem to be chattering away, nervously. Are you feeling nervous for some reason, Camilla?”

“Me?” I ask and hear my voice go up a little too high.

“Yes, you.” He lets me out of the hold he had on me and leads me to the kitchen.

“I’m not nervous. Just hungry,” I lie.

 

The truth is he’s making me hot and bothered and I have to find something to distract myself from that. I am not a woman who gives her body to a man without true feelings.

“The kitchen is well stocked, I’m sure. So, let’s go put together what you want. Maybe, once you’ve eaten, you’ll calm down. There’s nothing at all to be nervous about. I can be very gentle or rough if you prefer,” he says, ending with a growl and stopping to pull me into his arms again. “Which do you prefer, Cami?”

His obvious plan is to get me into his bed and mine is to stay far away from it. Placing my hands on his chest and pushing him back a bit, I say, “When I first make love with a man, I like it gentle. If you must know. Later on, I like it rough now and then. But today there will be none of that. As you are aware of, after our talk last night, I do not have casual sex. If you want me to leave, I will.”

His eyes soften as he looks at me and a smile curves his lips. “I don’t want you to leave. I’ll ease up on you. Just remember, though, I do want you that way.”

“Yes, I can tell,” I say as I pull out of his arms and look at the swell in his shorts. “That’s pretty obvious, Cyprian. Now, can we go to the kitchen?”

With a sigh, he takes my hand and off we go to the kitchen. I hope he doesn’t act this way much more. I don’t know how long I can actually take it!

CYPRIAN

“Yeah, well, I think some cloves of garlic would taste great wrapped up with all that other stuff,” I argue as she’s refusing to put them in the jalapeno wraps she’s put everything but the kitchen sink into.

“I don’t see it lending a flavor that will combine with the chicken, shrimp, cream cheese, bacon and the pepper,” she says as she rolls a piece of bacon around one of the filled pepper halves.

“But I already peeled a whole thing of it,” I say as I gesture to my work.

 

“I see that,” she says as she glances at it. “How about you chop up a yellow onion and chop up that garlic too, we can sauté them to put over the steaks we’re going to grill.”

“I can do that,” I say and make my way to get an onion. “I’ve never cooked before. This is kind of fun.”

“I would be surprised but since you come from money, I’m not one bit surprised. You wouldn’t happen to have some beer in this place, would you?” she asks as she wraps another stuffed pepper. “I can make a beer run if you don’t.”

“You’re not going anywhere. I have every beer they make. Name your poison,” I say as I walk over to the third fridge and open it.

Her eyes move over the fridge full of all kinds of beer. “Wow, okay how about that one there? It has a skull and crossbones on it that looks cool.”

“Okay, it might be too much for a little thing like yourself but I’ll be sure to take good care of you if you get yourself drunk,” I say as I open the bottle and take it to her.

 

She laughs. “Little thing? Really? No one has ever called me little. I’m anything but that.”

I slide my hand along her waist, which is fairly thick but not too much. “I think you’re perfect and I do see you as a little thing. You are smaller than I am.”

She smiles, shyly as she looks down. “Who isn’t? You’re built like He-man.”

“So, you have noticed my fine physique? That’s nice to know, Cami. I thought you weren’t looking at all.” I leave her to go get my own beer and turn back, quickly to find her watching me.

Her eyes move back to the pepper in her hand and her cheeks go pink. I turn back around and feel pretty good about how today will go. She thinks she’s got the self-discipline to withstand my advances but I can already see cracks forming in the wall she has up.

Looks like today might be more fun than she anticipated…

Chapter 6

CAMILLA

With a fantastic lunch behind us, we sit at the edge of the pool, dangling our feet in the water. “You are a very good cook. You rival the one I have on staff here. You wouldn’t want a job, would you?” he asks me with a little smile on his handsome face.

“I have one and a career is soon to follow. Thanks, though. We could, however, make this a Sunday thing. Even if I have to work, it wouldn’t be until seven in the evening. We could spend the afternoon with me teaching you how to cook and perhaps how to drive my car.”

“We’ll see. I don’t make long-term plans. Never have. Want to get in the water?” he asks as he pulls his shirt off, revealing a very nice six pack and some great pecs. His monster biceps have me wet already and I can only nod my answer at him.

When he stands up, pulling me up with him, I’m surprised as he takes my shirt from the bottom and lifts it off, over my head. His fingers move quickly to unbutton my blue jean shorts and he shimmies them off me, leaving me standing in front of him in my black bikini.

A wolf-whistle follows then he has me in his arms. “Hold on tight, Cami. We’re going in.”

I wrap my arms around him and hold my breath. He runs and jumps and into the water we go. All the way under and when we come up I find my hair in my face and hear him laughing. He tilts me back and my hair is pulled back off my face with a slicked back look. “Thanks,” I tell him for helping me out.

“Yes, that’s a bunch of hair you have there. I couldn’t let it smother you,” he says as he walks along, still holding me.

There’s never been a man who picked me up and carried me before. I’m not huge but I’m not small either. The way Cyprian can pick me up, like I don’t weigh a thing, is pretty cool, in my book.

I wish he wasn’t such a player.

 

Our bodies touching, skin to skin has me thinking things I shouldn’t. I find him setting me down on some kind of a bench at the edge of the pool and he places his hands on it in front of me and lets his legs float out behind him. “Cyprian, where do you see yourself in say, five years?”

“Here, doing what I do. Working. Making people money. I suppose you’ll be a big scientist by then.” He moves his hands off the bench and onto my thighs.

I push away a lock of his light brown hair that’s fallen into his face. “I hope so. Summer’s nearly over and my classes will be starting up again. I’m only taking one summer class now and I’m not very busy but when the summer ends and my classes begin, I’ll be swamped all the time.”

“Then you should get in some fun while you still can,” he says as he moves in close.

I pull back. “By fun, you must mean sex and that’s not the kind of fun I can have with you.”

“Oh, but you can,” he says and attempts to kiss me again.

 

Moving my head, his lips land on my cheek, but not far from my lips. I have to fight myself not to turn and take the kiss he’s offering. But I manage. “Cyprian, you’re being silly.” I laugh it off and find him pulling me into his arms.

Our bodies are flush and I can feel the thump against my stomach as he grows. Even though the water is cool, my body is hot as hell. “One kiss, Camilla. One sweet kiss then I will leave you alone, for a little while.”

“No,” I say, quickly.

Leaning over me, holding me tight, his mouth moves up my neck until his teeth take my earlobe and he nibbles it. My knees go weak and I’m glad we’re in the water or he’d know the effect he’s having on me. “Are you afraid it will leave you wanting more?”

I don’t know what to say. The answer is, yes but I don’t want him to know that. “Cyprian, please stop.”

His arms go loose and he lets me go. Moving back, he swims backward. “Okay. Do you want to come jump off the big rock with me?”

I nod and swim after him as he makes his way to the large rock at the other end of the pool. My body is still tingling from his attention and I don’t think coming to hang out with him was smart.

This is much harder than I expected it to be…

Chapter 7

CYPRIAN

“Raiders of the Lost Ark? You want to watch that old movie. I can get things that are still in the theaters and that’s what you want?” I ask Cami as she’s curled up in one of the leather theater lounge chairs with a soft, light blue blanket wrapped around her.

Her hair is still damp and hanging around her face in spiral curls and all I want to do is scoop her up and take her to my bedroom. Then take her to Heaven with me. But she’s very good at keeping herself out of men’s bedrooms, it seems.

“I watched that movie only one time when I was a kid and I liked it and never got to see it again. If you don’t want to watch it, I guess I’ll understand,” she says with a mopey voice.

“We can watch it,” I say as I push the button to order the old as hell movie. “There’s this new one out with a lot of car races and cool shit like that. But we can watch what you want to.”

 

I grab us a couple of bottles of beer and a bag of popcorn and go sit in the chair next to hers. She leans her shoulder against mine as she takes the bottle I’m handing her. “You know, it’s only four in the afternoon. We can watch the one you want to next if you want. It’d mean I’d have to hang out with you longer than expected but I will if you want.”

“We could heat up some leftovers in between the movies,” I say, feeling kind of excited for some stupid reason. “That sounds cool.”

She grabs a handful of popcorn out of the bag that’s resting between my legs and my cock stirs as the bag moves against it. I’ll be leaving that right where it is!

 

Taking the remote, I start the movie on the big screen and dim the lights. I’m happy to find her resting her head on my shoulder. “Thank you, Cyprian. You’re a nice guy.”

I’m so not a nice guy!

Her hand moves over my leg and she leaves it there. She seems more than comfortable with me and I am beginning to feel very comfortable with her as well. It’s so strange.

“Don’t do that!” she shouts, suddenly.

“What did I do?” I ask, as I have no clue.

“Not you, silly. Indy,” she says with a giggle.

Going back to watching the movie, I feel her jump when a painted face of some tribesman pops up on the screen. She buries her face in my chest. “Tell me when this part is over.”

 

Chuckling, I run my hand through her hair. “It’s okay, Cami. I won’t let the scary man hurt you. He’s gone now.”

She peeks at the screen and I run my arm around her, she rests her head on my chest and I can’t recall a time I’ve ever felt this satisfied. It’s crazy!

More tribal action comes on and she climbs over the armrest that’s between us and climbs right onto my lap as she hides her face in my chest again. “God, I don’t remember it being this damn scary. Tell me when it’s over, please.”

“I don’t think it’s scary at all. You’re kind of a big chicken.” I laugh at her and she smacks me in the chest. “Ow.”

“I’m not a chicken. Is it over yet? I hear Indiana talking again.”

“It is but you can stay where you are,” I say as she looks up at me. “I like you cuddled up on my lap.”

Gazing into her sapphire eyes, I find myself inching toward her. And she’s not moving away from me, for once. Closer, I go and find my heart pounding.

“Cyprian?” she asks.

“Yes.”

“You understand the kind of person I am, right?”

I nod. “You’re a good person.”

“I mean the kind of person I am about sexual relations,” she says. “I can’t be with you like that without knowing you better and having a commitment.”

Commitment!

 

That stopped me. “Cami, I’m not a commitment kind of man. I told you that before. Just because we’ve shared a little time doesn’t mean I want more.”

She scrambles off my lap and into the other chair. “I’m not some easy tramp. Sorry you wasted your time. I’ll go. I’m sure you can call one of those whores you know.”

Before I know it, she’s slipped her shoes on and is hightailing it out of here. “Cami, wait!”

She’s hauling ass and the bright light as she throws the door open blinds me. “Just leave me alone, Cyprian. I can’t believe I entertained the thought you could be a decent human being.”

I manage to catch up to her as she gets to the front door. As she opens it, I grab it and push it closed, trapping her between me and the door. “What do you mean by that?”

“You’re shallow. A hollow man. You have no depth. You have no heart. You will die alone. And I won’t be one of your casualties.” Her eyes have gone hard. Judgment fills her expression.

“Who are you to say those things? You don’t even know me,” I shout at her.

“And who does?” she asks as she moves her hands to her hips. “Do you even know who Cyprian is?”

“Of course, I do.”

“Explain him to me,” she says as her expression changes. She looks softer and more open.

 

“Why should I?” I ask her as I run my hand over her smooth cheek. “Your skin is as soft as rose petals. Did you like the flowers I sent you? You never said a word about them.”

“I think they’re beautiful. The crystal vase is something I’ll keep forever. Thank you.” She moves her face and her lips touch the palm of my hand.

A heat streaks through me and I feel the pulse begin in my cock. “Cami, please don’t leave.” I bite my lip as I wait for her to tell me what she’s going to do.

“Cyprian, I’m afraid of you.”

“You think I’ll hurt you?” I ask, as I have no clue why she’d be afraid of me.

“I know you will.” She caresses my cheek. “You see, I am in touch with myself and I know I cannot have a taste of you. I will want more and more and you won’t give that to me.”

“You think you’d like to have me around more often?” I ask as I push a lock of her hair off her face.

“Nothing would make me happier.” She leans in and kisses my cheek.

 

I push her back, gently. “I’m not a liar. I am not a user of women. I am a man who is very busy all week long and on the weekends, I merely want to relax, unwind, and recharge for the next week. I don’t want a relationship and doubt I ever will.”

“Thank you for telling me the truth, Cyprian. It’s a nice thing for a man like yourself to do. I appreciate your honesty. I have to be honest with you too. I am a woman who doesn’t sleep with men she’s not in love with and has a commitment with. We can be friends,” she says.

 

I step back, ending our physical contact. I’m doing nothing, other than making myself frustrated by it. “I don’t keep friends. I have people I work with and people I party with and that’s it. There’s no place or time in my life for friends. So, if we aren’t going to fuck, I guess you can leave.”

Her entire body goes rigid and her eyes glisten with what seems to be tears. “We are not going to fuck. And I am sorry for taking up your precious time, Cyprian. Good luck with your life. I fear it will be one of great loneliness.”

I watch her walk out the door and find myself feeling lonely right away. I don’t recall ever feeling lonely. Not ever. I’m fine being alone. I always have been.

Turning around to try to find something to fill my mind and stop thinking about her, I see her sunglasses on the table and sigh as I pick them up. Going back to the door, I open it and find her head is resting on the steering wheel and she has yet to leave.

“Hey, you forgot your sunglasses,” I shout.

I make my way to her and when she looks up, I see tears streaming down her face.

What the hell have I started?

CAMILLA

“Shit!” I hiss as he’s caught me crying over him and now I feel really stupid. I turn the car on and start to peel out but he gets to the passenger door and I might run him over if I do.

“Cami, don’t cry,” he says as he opens the door and gets into the car. “You’re making me feel terrible.”

“Thank you for bringing me my glasses. Bye.” I take them out of his hand and shove them on the dashboard.

His hand moves over my cheek as he wipes the tears away. “I’ve never made anyone cry. Not ever. This is awful. Come back inside. Please. Let’s try this again. I’m sorry.”

“No, I can’t go back inside. This is my problem, not yours. You see, I have this thing where my heart jumps ahead way too fast. It always has. It’s part of the reason I’m single right now. I fall head over heels in love and when it doesn’t work out, it leaves me shattered. I need to learn to reign in my emotions. I wear my heart on my sleeve and that’s a dumb thing to do.”

“Love?” he asks as he frowns. “Cami, that word shouldn’t even be bantered about right now.”

 

“You think I don’t know that, Cyprian?” I shout at him. “I had a dream about us last night. I was with you, in this house, helping you with some kind of a get-together. It was like we were married or something.”

“Married?” he says then laughs.

“I know, what a joke,” I say and find the tears stinging my eyes again.

He stops laughing and wipes them away again. “Cami, please stop crying. It’s kind of tearing me up inside.”

“I would think you’d be used to seeing women cry over you.” I sniffle and reach over to take some tissues out of the glovebox.

“No one has ever cried over me. I don’t date. There has never been anyone who didn’t know where they stood with me. No one has had any reason to cry over not being anything more to me than a sexual partner for the night. And the truth is, I have never had sex with any woman for more than one night or day.”

I’m not surprised and he can see that on my face, I suppose as he looks down. He seems ashamed.

“If that’s how you want things to be then why did you come for me?” I ask as I have no clue as to why the man sought me out last night.

“I can’t explain it, Cami. You’ve filled my mind since the moment I met you. I thought we’d have a nice time and some fun in bed then you’d be out of my mind and I could think about important things again,” he says, appalling me.

“Do you hear yourself?” I ask him as he seems to think what he’s said is perfectly fine. “I’m glad you’re being honest but, Cyprian, that’s terrible. You want to have sex with me so you can forget about me. And you basically called me, unimportant.”

“I didn’t mean that. I’m sure you’re important to lots of people. But I don’t have time for people to be important to me. If you spent one day with me at work, you’d understand, completely.”

“Is your job so encompassing that there’s absolutely no room for a person to share your life with? Because if that’s so, then you should change things around. There are plenty of rich people in this world who have time for families.”

“Would you stop talking about things like families and sharing lives together?” he shouts. “You’re sparking things inside me that have me wanting to run as fast as I can away from you.”

 

I level my eyes on his. “Are you afraid of me, Cyprian?”

“I’m not afraid of anything. I merely don’t want to talk about things that are never going to happen for me. Because I don’t want them to. I don’t want a wife or even a fucking girlfriend. I sure as hell don’t want an entire family. God knows I have no time for all of that. And no want for it!”

“Then what are you doing, sitting in this car with me? You shouldn’t even be talking to me. I strive for all the things you don’t want any part of. So, why are you sitting here?”

“That’s an excellent question.” He gets out of my car, slamming the door behind him. I watch him walk all the way to his front door and he slams it behind him too.

I suppose that means this is over…

Part Three: Book 3

 

Chapter 1

CYPRIAN

The lights of the last business in town, before we leave the Clemson city limits, catch my eye, the way they’ve done every night for the last week. It’s Friday and I’m going home. I’m not in the mood to party at all.

The damn woman haunts me. Day and night, she’s there, in the back of my mind. How she managed to squirm into my head is still a mystery. But she’s there, going nowhere.

I’ve tried hard to forget her and go on but it seems impossible. Her words echo in my brain, ‘you will die a lonely old man.’

Will I? Is that my fate? Does it have to be?

My driver, Ashton, slows down as we approach the store she works at. A car is turning in front of us, causing us to stop and just as we do, she walks out of the store, coming to the gas pumps with a rag and a bottle of cleaner.

Her eyes dance as she greets one of the customers who’s pumping gas into their car. It’s a man, she’s talking to. The tall man is smiling like crazy at her and she’s unaware of the fact he finds her attractive.

 

“Pull in, Ashton,” I say as I watch her smiling and laughing as the guy regales her with his wit.

“Are you sure, sir?” he asks me as he looks into the rearview mirror with raised brows.

“I am.” I run my hand over my Armani slacks then brush my hair back and sigh as we pull into the parking lot. I don’t need anything, except to hear her voice.

Once he parks, I sit and wait, watching her as she cleans the gas pumps and talks to the man who hasn’t left yet, even though he’s done pumping his gas. She’s oblivious to how he’s watching her every move.

Three short steps he takes and he’s standing behind her as she’s kneeling, wiping the bottom of the pump. His hand moves over her shoulder and she turns to look up at him.

Her head is shaking and his is nodding. He’s asking her out, I bet. My heart is pounding as I wait to see what she does.

“Do you want me to get out and get you something, sir?” Ashton asks me.

“No. I’m getting out when she goes back inside.” I can’t take my eyes off her. I haven’t seen her at all since Sunday when I walked away from her.

I was angry at her for judging me and my life. But that anger turned to contemplation as I thought about how I’ve been living. She wasn’t wrong about anything she said about me.

I am hollow.

 

Being less than perfect is a thing I knew I was. But I never knew I was less than human and selling myself short with how I’ve lived and have always thought I’d live my life.

Camilla is moving away from the man now, looking over her shoulder and saying something to him as she goes and he watches her. I open the back door of the Mercedes, Ashton picked me up in, and step out of the car.

Her eyes move to look at me and she stops in the middle of the parking lot. Then she ducks her head and hurries to go inside. I meet her at the door and open it for her.

She says nothing to me as she moves past me. I follow her, closely, staying right behind her as I’m sure she means to hide from me, in the ladies’ room perhaps.

I’m wrong about that, I see as she gets to the cooler and reaches out for the handle. “Stop,” I say. Placing my hand on her shoulder, I hold it tight enough that she can’t get away from me.

“Why?” she asks as she doesn’t bother to turn back to look at me.

“Because I want to talk to you.” I take her by the shoulders and turn her around.

Her eyes are bright with defiance. “There’s nothing to talk about. You want something I won’t give. End of subject. Moving on.” A slight tremor moves over her red lips then she licks them.

 

She’s upset and I am to blame, once again. “I’m sorry.”

“For what? Being who you are?” she asks as she shakes her head. “Don’t be. It’s me who’s sorry. Sorry, I ever spent a minute with you. That was my fault, though. I could read you like a book. I knew your modus operandi. It was me who sold all those condoms to your driver for you to use on countless women. It was foolish of me to think you wanted me for any more than a one night stand.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I tell her and watch her eyes go hard.

Her body tenses even more as her face goes red. “What the fuck do you want me to do about that, Cyprian? Wait, I know. Fuck you, right? Do that, so your mind can be rid of me and you can think about more important things. You’re out of luck. I’m not a woman who does that kind of thing. Seems you’ll be stuck thinking about me.”

“I deserve that,” I say as I hold her hot gaze. “Come to my house after you get off work. We should talk.”

Slowly, she shakes her head. “You are insane if you think I’m going to go to your house, so you can attempt to make me feel sorry for you and your thoughts about me and how they’re messing up your life.”

“Have you thought about me, at all?”

Her eyes cut to the side and her body sags a bit as she sighs. “It doesn’t matter.” She looks back at me. “So, let me help you find your Friday night condoms, Cyprian.”

I shake my head. “I don’t need any. I’m not going to my father’s party tonight. And most likely, I still won’t be feeling like going tomorrow.”

She grins as she looks down and moves her tennis shoe over the white floor. “I see.”

 

I can see she’s happy I’m not going and it prompts me to ask about the man I saw her talking to outside. “Did that guy ask you out?”

“Huh?” she asks as she looks up at me. “How did you know that?”

“I was watching you. So, you told him what?” I bite the inside of my cheek to hold my tongue in case she tells me something I don’t want to hear.

“I turned him down. He’s not my type.” She looks away as the door chime takes her attention. “I need to get back to work. Surely, you understand that.”

Dropping my hands off her shoulders, I release her and nod. “I understand. If you change your mind about tonight, give me a call.” I slip my card with my personal cell number on it, out of my pocket and put it into the pocket of her green smock. “I am sorry, Camilla.”

With a nod, she leaves me, standing by the cooler as some woman takes a soft drink out of it and looks at us. The woman’s eyes move to meet mine. “You two okay?”

I shake my head and turn to leave. My feet move, slowly. I don’t want to leave her. I want to hear her say she’ll come to me in a little while. I want her to forgive me and I want to tell her all the things I’ve been thinking about and ask her what she’s thought about.

Instead, I’m walking past the checkout counter where she’s ringing up another customer. And older man who’s looking at her as her eyes are drooping. “You look blue, sugar. What’s got you so sad?”

Her brilliant blue eyes move to me and I flinch as it makes me feel terrible. She’s right, I am a terrible person. I give her one last, pleading look and she looks back down. “I’m not sad for me, Bernie. I’m sad for someone else. Someone who doesn’t understand what life’s about.”

With that, I leave the store and go get into my car. “Take me home, Ashton. This was a huge mistake.”

He keeps his mouth shut as we leave the parking lot and head home. But his eyes look at me off and on, in the mirror and I know he wants to say something.

“You have something you’d like to tell me, Ashton?”

“It’s just that I told you this would happen, sir. She’s not like the women you’ve known. I’m afraid your father, hiring escorts to fill his parties, has left you with the idea all women are that free with who they give themselves to. That young woman isn’t an escort. She’s just a normal girl and wants normal things.”

“That woman is far from normal, I expect. And you are right about me not knowing a thing about normal women and how to interact with them. So, I will read and educate myself on how to do that. Because I can’t think of anything else, except how I can see that woman again. And have her stop being mad at me. I long to see her beautiful smile. I long to hear her laughter. I long to feel her skin pressed against mine.”

“Maybe you can read up on things and figure it all out, sir. You are one smart man, after all,” he says and then I find we’re home and I get out of the car.

My heart is heavy and my mind is full. I have got to find a way to get her to forgive me.

I want a chance with her, a real chance…

Chapter 2

CAMILLA

Locking up the store, I find my hand shaking as I hold his card in the other hand. He’s all I could think about after he came to the store.

He’s all I’ve thought about this whole week.

 

The way he walked away from me on Sunday was jarring. He was cold in an instant and made the decision to walk away, so quickly. I believe he has that ingrained in him. Hasty retreats when things aren’t going the exact way he wants them to.

Walking to my car, I glance at my co-worker as the teenage kid gets into his car. “Night, Kyle.”

“You working tomorrow?” he asks me.

“No, I have this weekend off.” I put the key into the lock on the car door and unlock it.

“You got any plans?” he asks.

Shaking my head, I say, “None at all. See you next week.”

He nods and gets into his car. After he pulls out, I look at the card in my hand and slip into the driver’s seat.

Cyprian didn’t go to the party he’s gone to every Friday and Saturday night since he was a child. I know it’s because of me and that has me wondering if Cyprian is capable of change.

What if he is and I am the one who can help him with that? What if he has this one opportunity to live a full life, with love and companionship? What if I ignore him and the feelings I have? What will happen to the man then? What will happen to me?

My heart hurts. It has since he walked away that day. And I have a feeling he can do much more harm to it than anyone else has ever been able to. But I find my fingers moving over my cell phone screen anyway.

It rings only once. “Cami?” his deep voice says and I feel a heat move through me.

“I know it’s late,” I say.

He quickly says, “Not too late for me to see you. I’ve been waiting up, hoping you’d call. Will you come over?”

“Will you promise not to make any attempt to get me into your bed?” I ask as I pound my head on the steering wheel, as I don’t know what I’m doing.

“Can I touch you? I miss the way your skin feels.”

“I guess some touching won’t hurt,” I say, though I think it might.

“I’ll be waiting at the door for you, Cami.”

I end the call and pull out of the parking lot. I’m probably going to regret doing this. But something inside of me is telling me that man needs me. And something else is telling me to hold tight to my heart that is so quick to fall in love. He’s a gamble. And I’m not the gambling kind.

The gate pops up much faster than I thought it would. I push in the numbers and drive through it. I see him waiting outside, in his pajamas. No shoes, his T-shirt is light blue and his pajama bottoms are a dark blue. He looks like something I should run away from.

A heartache in PJ’s, waiting to claim me.

 

He comes to my door, once I stop, and opens it. I’m pulled up into his arms and he holds me, tightly. “Thank you, Cami. Thank you for coming.”

He’s holding onto me as if I’m some life preserver he’s been tossed, in a stormy ocean. “You okay?”

“No,” he says. “I have so much I want to talk to you about.” He lets me go and takes my hand. “Come inside.”

I go along with him and have to wonder if I’m taking on more than I can manage. He’s not the same man I saw on Saturday and Sunday. He’s kind of a mess.

He takes me inside and pulls me along until we’re on a patio where he has a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses, waiting on a table for us. A platter of cheese, crackers, and cut up bits of fruit are in the middle of it. He takes me to a small sofa, covered in dark green upholstery. I sit as he goes to get the things off the table and places the tray next to me.

“This is for me?” I ask as I watch him fill the wine glasses.

“It is,” he says. “I figured you’d be hungry after work.” He places a glass of wine on the table beside me and goes to sit on the other side of the tray.

“That was very thoughtful of you.” I pick up the glass and take a sip then pick up an apple slice.

“You stay on my mind, Cami.” He looks at me as he takes a drink of his wine.

“You had things you wanted to talk to me about?” I ask as his gaze is making me feel kind of naked.

“You were right about me, Cami. I am a shell of a person. I am empty and had no idea I was. You see, the women I’ve been accustom to, have all been escorts my father brought in to entertain us. I don’t know how to romantically handle a woman like yourself.”

 

“First of all, using the word, handle, is offensive,” I tell him then pick up a cracker and place a piece of creamy white cheese on it.

“Okay, noted. What word should I use in place of that?” he asks as he looks at me with a serious expression on his face.

“How about we call it, getting along with, instead of handling?” I ask as I move the tray to the low table in front of us. “If I keep that right beside me, I will eat it until there’s nothing left on the plate.”

With a smile, he scoots closer to me. “I’m glad to have it gone.” His hand moves over my arm, up and down it goes, with a soft caress. His chest rises as he takes a deep breath. “To be able to touch you is a relief.”

Sparks of electric current follow the path he’s making over my arm and I put my hand on his leg and rest it there. “So, you really did miss me? That wasn’t a line?”

“A line?” he asks. “Cami, I don’t even know any lines. I’ve never had to use them.”

“Tell me about these parties with escorts you’ve been attending since you were, how old did you say you were?” I ask as I gently squeeze his thigh, relishing in how well muscled it is.

“I was fifteen when I was formally introduced into my father’s world.” He takes a drink.

“You started having sex then too?”

He puts the glass down and looks away as he says, softly, “Yes, it was.”

“With your father’s consent?” I ask as my parents would never consent to such a thing.

He nods and keeps looking away from me. “Sex is sex in my family. It’s what you do at the end of the week to help relieve the stress the work week has brought down on you.”

“How mechanical,” I say then take a long sip of wine. “And your mother and he, how do they get along?”

 

“Mother gets along fine with my father. She doesn’t come once a month like she did when I was young. She does make it for the holidays. She sleeps with other men when she’s here. Never my father. Not even once that I’m aware of.”

I reach out to touch his cheek as he keeps looking away from me. “Are you upset about that?”

“Upset isn’t the right word. More like, confused. They are cordial to one another. There is and never has been any bad feelings between them. I was a mistake, their happy mishap, they call me.”

I gasp and move my hand to my heart. “They call you that!”

“You make it sound horrible, Camilla,” he says as he looks at me with wonder.

“It is. To be called a mistake is terrible. Were you treated like a mistake?” I ask, completely appalled.

“I don’t think so. I was treated well. I lived my first years with Mother. She stayed at home with me, thanks to money my father sent her. I don’t recall any bad treatment. Then she took me to my father’s when I was five, so I could go to school. She wanted to get back to her career.”

“Which is?” I ask then take a drink.

“Stripper,” he says, as if it’s no big deal.

 

I nearly choke on my wine. He pats my back and takes the glass out of my hand, so I don’t spill it as I gasp for air. Finally, I regain control. “She’s a stripper?”

“Was,” he corrects me. “Now she runs an adult nightclub my father bought for her.”

“Okay, not a lot better but that’s something,” I say and he hands me back the glass of wine from which I take another sip. “So, she took you to your father to go back to stripping, okay. Had you known your father before she dropped you off with him?”

“No, I had never met him.”

“How long did she stay with you, so you could get to know him before she left you?” I ask him and watch his face pale.

“She didn’t. She brought me to him and kissed my cheek after she introduced us and then she left, telling me it would all be fine. And, eventually, it was.” He takes his wine and downs it.

I am horrified and move in close to him and take him in my arms. “Cyprian, that’s awful. My God, what you must’ve thought. You must’ve been so afraid.”

His hand moves through my hair as his lips graze the place just behind my ear. “I was.”

Things are beginning to make more sense now…

Chapter 3

CYPRIAN

Throughout the night, we talked and talked until we found ourselves unable to stay awake to talk anymore. And now, here we lie. I moved our little party into the house then laid out a blanket on the floor in front of one of the fireplaces. I gave her one of my T-shirts to put on, so she could get out of her work clothes and be comfortable. She looked cute as hell in it.

The atmosphere was just right to get Cami’s guard down. She let me hold her as we talked about me, and my past. She told me a lot about hers too. She and I come from extremely different worlds. I don’t think either of us would like the others.

She told me, she never wants to meet my parents, and for fear she’d blurt out how she feels about them and how they raised me. It’s odd how I feel about her. It’s as if she’s becoming protective over me. No one has ever been protective over me before.

Her family would hate me. She didn’t say that. I just know they would. The son of a former stripper and a man with no sexual morals. A thing I didn’t know my father was until Cami schooled me on it.

And, apparently, I am that way too. A man with no sexual morals and no idea how to get some of those elusive morals she spoke about.

I cannot lie and say she’s turned my mind around where casual sex is concerned. In my life sex, has served a purpose. To let off steam. To relax after a hardy bout of pleasurable activities and that’s it.

 

Cami told me she supposed that’s exactly what sex is and that’s all I’ve ever had. Making love is different, she said. And I have to wonder if she’s right.

She moves, slightly. I hold her tighter, not wanting her to wake up and make some excuse to leave me. She settles into my arms and begins to snore a bit. I kiss her cheek then lie back down.

Her ass hits me as she scoots back and it settles right at my juncture. The morning has me ready to go and I can’t stop myself from grinding into her. I stop when she moans.

She reaches back and runs her hand along the arm I have wrapped around her. I’m stiff as a board as I wait to see if she’s going to finally let me have sex with her.

Moving a little, I press myself against her ass and pump a bit, making her moan more and press her ass against me. Getting braver, I move her hair to one side and kiss her neck. She groans, “Cyprian.”

At least she’s aware it’s me back here. I whisper in her ear, “Camilla.” Then I take her earlobe and deliver a gentle bite.

Pushing her ass even harder against me, has my cock quivering in anticipation and now I’m aware I have no protection with me. The condoms are in my bedroom.

Now, how to move this upstairs and into my room without giving her a chance to think about things?

 

Giving special attention to her neck, has her making some great sounds and letting me grind into her, so I pull her backward as I stand up and slip my arms around her to pick her up with me.

As she’s jostled with the movement, her eyes open. At first they’re dreamy and she makes a small smile. “Cyprian.” She leans her head on my chest as her arms wrap around my neck.

“Shh,” I shush her and start to carry her away.

Her fingertips roam over my chest. We still have on our clothes and that will have to be dealt with delicately as well. If I hurry, she’ll surely come fully awake and if I take too long, she might also start thinking and I can’t have that.

She seems to have fallen back to sleep as I make it to my bedroom. I open the door, which I’d left ajar, and quietly kick it closed. Just as I get to the edge of the bed, which is made, I lie her on one side and go to the other side to pull the blankets down.

As I walk back to her, finding she’s snuggled down on the pillow, I pull my shirt off and drop my PJ bottoms. Taking a deep breath, I start to pull my T-shirt off her, gently taking it from the bottom and lifting it up until it’s just underneath her tits.

Her eyes fly open. “Cyprian! What the hell are you doing?” She sits up and grabs my hands. “You’re naked!”

“You were into it. Don’t you remember?” I ask her as she looks at me with wide eyes.

“Would you cover yourself, for God’s sake?” she shouts at me.

I pull my PJ bottoms back on, quickly and see her pull the shirt back down to cover herself. “You were into it, Cami.”

“I was asleep!” she rolls off the bed and gets up. “I’m going home. I trusted you, Cyprian!”

 

“Wait, please. I swear to God you were into it. Stop and think for a second.” I grab her arm to stop her from leaving and she snaps her head to look at my hand.

“I was asleep!” She jerks her arm hard and I let it go, so I don’t hurt her.

“Cami, I’m sorry,” I say as I sit on the bed. “I am. I thought you were awake and wanting it as much as I was. I am sorry.”

She spins around and looks at me with tired eyes. “Cyprian, if we ever do that, it needs to be a thing we discuss and are ready for. Not a thing that happens if we’re together and have too much to drink. Or are hanging out, fall asleep in each other’s arms, and barely awake. I, for one, would like to be fully present for our first time. If there ever is one.”

“You’re dead set on being in love and having a commitment, aren’t you?” I ask as I realize this woman really is going to be a hell of a lot of work to get her where I want her.

Her face goes soft, the indignation gone. “Cyprian, of course, that’s how I want it to be. I thought, after last night, you understood me better.”

“I do.” I look at her, standing in my bedroom with my T-shirt on, her hair a wild mess and I find her the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on in the morning. And I have seen many.

“Then why would you do such a thing?” she asks as she puts one hand on her hip and pushes her hair back.

“I want you,” I say, simply. “And if you will be truthful with yourself, you want me too. Or you wouldn’t have pressed your ass against my cock, Cami. You wouldn’t have moaned at how it felt and you wouldn’t have let me kiss your neck the way I was kissing it. You have a hickey or two from my attention to your sweet neck.”

 

Her hand moves to her neck as her face goes pale. “No!” She rushes to look in the mirror over my dresser and pulls her hair back, revealing two, very nice sized purple spots on her long and elegant neck. “This looks terrible!”

Getting up, I move in behind her and wrap my arms around her and look at the marks I left on her. “I like the way they look.” I turn her in my arms and look into her eyes. “Admit it. You want me as much as I want you, Cami.”

“Okay, so I can admit that. But I am very self-disciplined. I can wait until what we have is real.” She runs her arms around me and hugs me. “If it ever gets real.”

Holding her and looking in the mirror as she hugs me, makes me think about what she’s saying. So, I pull her with me to sit on the bed and hold her hand. “Cami, I don’t think I know how to love. I haven’t ever been very close to anyone. It could take a very long time or it might never happen. What then?”

“Then you and I are not meant to be. You see, I will not sell myself short. I want a man who loves me. Who will be there for me through thick and thin. Who will cherish me and put me above all others. And I will never settle for anything less. Because I will do that for him too. If you feel like this is a waste of your time, I will certainly understand.” She looks at me as if trying to see if I am capable of understanding her.

“Go home,” I say.

She nods and gets up. No arguing. No questions. She just gets up and starts walking away from me. “Okay.”

“Uh, don’t you want to know why I said that?” I ask as I get up and go to her. She shakes her head and I stop her retreat as I take her by the shoulders and turn her around. “I want you to go home and get cleaned up and put on something nice. I want to spend the day with you. I want to take you somewhere nice for breakfast. We’ll do a bit of shopping then eat somewhere nice for lunch. Maybe take in a movie and go somewhere spectacular for dinner. I want to take you on a very long date. What do you say?”

“I’d like to say you will need to watch how you ask me out. I was sure you were done with me. Emotional whiplash is not a thing I like to have.”

“Is that a yes?” I ask, as I’m still unsure about her.

She nods and hugs me. “You and I either have a long road ahead of us or a very short one, Cyprian.”

“I hope it’s a long one,” I say. “Don’t you?”

 

She lets me go and shakes her head as she walks to the bedroom door. “I hope it’s a long road that doesn’t end in a dead end.” With that, she’s gone, leaving me with myself and wondering if this is worth it.

The woman’s mind is set. It’s love then sex. And if I never find the love for her, she demands, then I will never get a taste of her, and I will most likely never stop thinking about her.

I wonder if one can make themselves fall in love…

Chapter 4

CAMILLA

“Did you ever watch a love story movie, Cyprian?” I ask him as he holds my hand and we stroll along the sidewalk that goes through a picturesque park in the middle of town.

He’s been acting like a boyfriend. It has me thinking, he’s trying to project the image of what I want. But I want more than a mere projection from him.

“No, why do you ask that?” he asks me as he pulls our clasped hands up and kisses mine then lets my hand go and runs his arm around me, kissing the side of my head.

“You’ve been acting different today. At breakfast, you cut up my ham when I had trouble doing it. At lunch, you kept feeding me your french-fries. And here we are, taking a walk in the park on our way to see a play put on by the local theater club. It’s very romantic, and you are anything but a romantic.”

“I thought this is what you wanted,” he says as he stops and looks at me. “I’m doing what you wanted. Are you saying that, even if I become the man you expect, you will still find fault with me?”

“No!” I shake my head and find myself confused. “Cyprian, I want you to be you. I’m not trying to change you.”

“But you are.” He pulls me along again to continue on our way to the small, open-air theater on the other side of the park. “You’re lying to yourself if you really think that. You don’t want me as I am. You want me the way you want me. A perfect gentleman who is in complete love with his girl.”

Suddenly, I see him for who he must really be. A man who does what’s expected of him. And that breaks my heart. “Cyprian, please be who it is you want to be. I will either like you or I won’t but don’t be a fake person with me. Please.”

“I’m not being fake. I’ve never done the things we’re doing. I feel light-hearted and free. I feel healthy and to be honest, I feel I have you to owe that to and it makes me think you are a very special person and I enjoy just being with you, doing anything at all or even nothing. So, sue me if you think I’m faking it. I’m not.”

“You do seem light-hearted. And you do seem happy.” I look at him from the corner of my eye and see the smile that’s been on his face most all day long.

 

As we arrive at the theater, I see by the sign, it’s Romeo and Juliet. “Have you ever seen this one?” he asks me.

“I’ve never been to a play at all. I have read the book and seen the old movie. Have you seen it before?”

He shakes his head as he heads close to the front and finds us a nice hill to sit on. He tosses the blanket he brought for us on the ground and sits down then pulls me to sit in front of him, between his legs. “Lie back on me, so you’ll be comfortable. And, no, I also have never seen a play. We had a home theater like I have at my place. That’s where I saw any movies I wanted to. Which weren’t many, as I spent the majority of my time studying, once I got home from school. Weekends were full. Once I went to work, free time only came on the weekends and you know how I’ve spent them.”

 

“So, this is new to us both. That’s nice,” I say as I lean back on him.

More and more couples come and spread blankets and get ready to watch the play. It’s a very couple’s kind of thing to do and I find it fascinating Cyprian could think this up on such short notice. Being he’s never been a romantic kind of man.

His fingertips stroke my neck as he leans his head on my opposite shoulder. “You look so pretty today, Cami. I love the blue ribbon you have holding your hair back. And your soft, pink sundress is pretty too.”

I smile as he seems to be trying so hard to say all the right things. “Thank you. You look handsome in your black slacks and pale green button up, yourself.”

His lips press against my neck, where I used makeup to cover the marks he left there this morning. “You have yet to allow me to kiss your sweet lips, Cami.” He nudges my head to look at some of the other couples who are exchanging kisses.

“What the hell,” I say and twist a bit, so we can look at each other. I run my arm around his neck. “You’ve been a very good boyfriend today. I think you deserve a kiss.”

His eyes sparkle as I push back a lock of his light brown hair. His lips part then he licks them and looks at mine. “It’s because we’re in public and it can go no farther than a kiss, isn’t it?”

 

I nod and he smiles. “Of course, Cyprian.”

“I’m going to make you wish we were alone, Camilla.” His hand cradles my head as he holds me still for him. His face moves so slowly I have to fight myself not to move mine to meet him.

His lips, barely touch mine as he hovers. His breath is warm on my lips that are aching for him to press his to them. One tiny peck, he gives me, then three more in slow succession.

My heart is racing and my body is aching as he toys with me. Small pecks leave me wanting more and then his mouth is full on mine. His tongue moves past my lips and into my mouth, stroking my tongue in a way I’ve never felt before.

His fingers grip the back of my head as he tastes me, but only for a moment. Then his mouth is gone and I am left, panting. He says not a word, as he gazes into my eyes. “Did you feel that, Camilla?”

I blink and nod. “I felt something I’ve never felt before.”

 

The actors come on stage and everyone begins clapping. Cyprian turns me around and leans me back against him, wrapping me in his strong arms, leaving me nearly breathless with that one kiss and my mind moving in fast circles about what that was.

I’ve told myself, time and time again, not to fall for him as quickly as I’ve done with the others who’ve come before him. I have to guard myself against this man. He may seem to be acting like he’s all about me but he isn’t really this guy. He is a man who’s never learned how to develop real feelings for others. And he is dangerous because of that.

But how am I to hold back now that I know what his kiss is like…

Chapter 5

CYPRIAN

Dancing with Camilla in the cool night air, on an outdoor dance floor, I hold her in my arms, enjoying how her scent mixes with the breeze, sending me to a place I’ve never been. She is so easy to be with.

I’ve never argued with a person, other than at work. Honestly, I thought if a woman ever wanted to argue with me, I’d simply walk away from her. But I can’t seem to walk away from this one. And I don’t see myself ever wanting to.

She’s made me feel things I’ve never felt before. And when we kissed, it was unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Fireworks went off inside my head. My body tingled all over. It was mind blowing!

We came to this place for dinner and dancing, a thing I always thought sounded lame as hell. But it’s anything but lame. With her, anyway. She and I went shopping and I found myself buying us matching outfit after matching outfit.

She asked me if I’d watched a movie about love and I didn’t lie when I told her, no. The truth is, I got a couple of books, okay ten of them, and read them between the time I saw her at the store and she came to my house last night.

Ashton had reminded me about how smart I am and I downloaded e-book after e-book to help me understand what love is and what people in love do. So, I did use that help but I don’t see that as a bad thing.

She might, though. So, I’ll keep that tidbit of information to myself. That was a thing one of the authors said to do. Women and men think differently, hence all the arguing that comes along with any healthy relationship.

 

I found out that in any relationship where no arguing occurs, it’s a shallow thing that’s not healthy. My parents and I have shallow relationships. It’s hard to tell myself that, as their child, who should be able to have at least deep relationships with his parents.

The part I didn’t like about some of the information was that a person forms their core personality and beliefs in the first six years of their life. If that’s true, then I’m in for a tough time of it, as from what I can recall, it was a time with relatively no emotions. And that might make it hard when it comes to finding love with Cami.

And I want to, so very badly. Now that I’ve read about how fulfilling love can be, I want to feel that too. But it did say you can’t find it with just anyone. You need to have chemistry, connection, and common beliefs.

She and I have the first two but not the last one. But I am a work in progress. I may never look at sex the same way she does but I don’t have to. I also don’t have to talk to her anymore about that. I can simply agree with her and keep things easy between us in that department. That seems to be the one she’s most concerned about.

The song ends and she pulls her head off my shoulder and looks at me. “That was nice, Cyprian. Thank you for the dance.”

I take her hand, leading her back to our table and pull the chair out for her. The night is nearly over, as it’s closing time, I see as the lights come up.

She smiles at me. “Time to go, Cyprian. I had a very nice time with you today.”

 

I take her hand, helping her back up, then lead her to the car. I drove us today, so we could be alone and she’d feel more normal than being chauffeured around.

“I’m glad you had a nice time. I did too. I really did. It was surprising.” I open the door and help her into the car and find her smiling.

She’s smiled a lot today and so have I. Just being around her makes me feel happy.

I want to take her home more than I’ve ever wanted anything but I think that might make things take longer than I want them to. As I slide in behind the steering wheel of my BMW, I look at her. “What would you like to do tomorrow?”

“Another date?” she asks, looking surprised. “Do you think you can top this one?”

“I can try,” I say as I start the car and head out.

“How about I let you decide? You did a pretty great job today. I’ll do anything you want to.”

 

“I’ll think about it then.” I drive toward the outskirts of town and take hold of her hand, holding it between us.

It’s so hard not to ask her to come home with me. It’s so foreign to me to go without sex for this long. I feel pent up and more than a bit frustrated.

I haven’t told anyone a thing about her. My driver is the only one who knows about me and her, and no one else does. I’m a private person, anyway. And we are not a for sure thing either.

The gate to my place comes up and I keep going. She looks at me with a smile. “Not even going to make an attempt at it, Cyprian?”

“No, ma’am. I am determined to treat you like a proper young lady. I want you to know I hear what you say. I respect what you say. And I am striving to treat you the way you want to be treated.”

She smiles as I pull into her small driveway. “I’m glad to have you understanding me.”

Parking the car, I jump out and open her door and walk her to her front door. I’m not going to ask if I can come in, as that’s improper. According to one of the books I read. “What time can I pick you up tomorrow?”

“I suppose it depends on what you want to do.” She bats her eyelashes at me.

“I want to spend the whole day with you again. Is that okay?” I ask her as I move her between me and the door.

“Okay, if you want to. How about eleven? We can go to brunch. I love brunch.” She runs her hand through my hair.

“I’ll make plans for that then. And now, may I have a goodnight kiss?”

 

She nods as her arms go around my neck. I move in, slowly, watching her eyes dart back and forth and her lips begin to tremble. Her heart is going crazy as my lips touch hers.

Holding me tight, her mouth succumbs to mine. I dominate her as I take her with a hard kiss, demanding she kiss me back. Our bodies are flush as I press her against the door. Her body heats with the kiss and I can tell she’s on fire for me.

My body is on fire for her too and I can barely control myself. But I find the strength to end the kiss. I have to leave her wanting more or she’ll never give into me.

Her hands move down my chest. “Cyprian, I hope you’re not disappointed.”

“How could I be?” I ask her then lift her chin. “I don’t think you could ever disappoint me, Cami.” I leave a soft kiss on her plump lips. “Goodnight. I’ll be here at eleven tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, thank you for the wonderful day.” Then she unlocks the door and slips inside.

As I make my way to the car, I feel tortured. I want her so bad, I can taste it. I lick my lips and taste her there. I want to taste every last inch of her and this waiting is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.

Driving back to my place, I feel the swell in my pants and it’s uncomfortable as hell. I suppose a cool shower will ease this discomfort from being celibate longer than I have in twenty years. Plus, wanting that woman more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.

My cock is chastising my brain for picking a woman with such strong morals.

It wants to feel a woman and it wants it now!

 

I pull through the gate and pull up to the house to find a long black car in the drive. Once, I park and get out, I see the back door of the car open and two women get out of it. Both are giggling and one has a bottle of champagne in one hand. The one with dark hair holds her arms open. “Your father sent us to you, Cyprian. I am Lola and this is Becca. We belong to you for the rest of the night.”

Becca has long blonde hair and six-inch heels and a tight, red, short dress that barely hides her ample breasts. Lola is wearing a skirt so short it’s almost not there and my cock is twitching to get to them.

“I can’t!” I shout as I take steps back.

“What?” Lola asks as they come toward me, anyway. “Come on. Your father told us you’ve been without female company for over a week. What’s wrong with you?”

“I’m seeing someone. I can’t do this with you guys. Thanks, but tell my father, I don’t need his help in finding women.” I have to move to the other side of the car as they’re still coming at me.

Becca takes over the pursuit. “Cyprian, we’ve been told about you by some of the other women at your father’s party. Please allow us to experience you. We’ve already been paid, after all. And I have a few tricks you may have never seen before.”

“What kind of tricks?” I ask without meaning to.

She wiggles her finger in a come-hither fashion. “I can make miracles happen with just this little finger.”

“Like what?” I ask and I swear it’s my cock talking because my brain is telling me I can’t find that out, anyway.

Before I realize it, they’re on either side of me and moving me toward the front door of my home. Cherry red lips are on mine as the door opens and we three spill inside.

My cock is throbbing to be set free as Lola puts her hand on it and undoes my pants with the other. She sets it free as Becca kisses me. We move backward until my back hits the wall and I feel the cool air as Lola pulls my pants and underwear down to my ankles then her wet mouth is on my throbbing cock and I am lost to them.

The animal in me takes over as the women fondle my entire body. Becca takes my hand and helps me to pull her tit out of the top of her dress. I squeeze it as Lola sucks me off.

My entire body is shaking with the release that’s already beginning. It’s been too long. I have no control over it. And just like that, I spurt into Lola’s mouth and she moans as she drinks it all down.

You’d think I’d be spent, but I am anything but that. I move us to the next room. “All fours, Becca,” I command as Lola rids me of my shirt. She looks over and sees the remote for the gas-lit fireplace and turns it on to light up the room a bit.

“I want to see this,” she purrs as I push Becca’s short red dress up and rip her lacy panties off. I’m in such a frenzy, I almost forget a very important thing.

 

“Fuck! Do either of you have any condoms?”

Lola pulls one out of her black bra and slides it on for me. My body is trembling as she does and I look at Becca’s ass, riding up in the air, waiting for me.

With the condom on, I pull Lola up and kiss her hard. “Go upstairs, the first door to the left is my bedroom. In the drawer, next to my bed is a box of condoms bring them down. You’re next!”

She giggles and runs off to fetch the things that will make this frustration leave my body. I turn back to the waiting Becca and run my hands over her pristine ass. Then plunge my cock into her and relish how it feels to be inside of a woman again.

Over and over I thrust until I feel the ache inside of me turn into ecstasy and find myself shouting and growling with the release. Panting, I lean over her body and let myself complete the act.

 

Lola comes back with the condoms just as I pull out of Becca and find myself a bit weak with the amount of fluid that’s left my body. “I’m going to grab a bottle of water and be right back. Do either of you want anything?”

Both of their heads shake as they begin to undress one another and I head off to the bar in the next room. My body feels only a little bit less tense and I know it will take the rest of the night to rid me of all the tension the last week has given me.

Taking the cold bottle of water from the mini-fridge, I gulp it down in three large gulps. The girls’ giggling stops and I find myself wondering why.

“Who the hell are you two?” I hear a deep female voice ask and I know it’s Camilla.

My mind freezes as I have no idea what I should do. Then my brain goes into overdrive, sending my ass flying through room after room to get up to mine and put some clothes on.

Why did I let this happen?

What will she do?

 

I make it to my bedroom and haul ass to the bathroom to clean myself then run to the dresser and put on underwear and shorts and a shirt. Then I pace back and forth as I scratch my head and wonder what the fuck I’m supposed to say or act like.

She and I have not said we’re exclusive, that’s a fact. I didn’t ask her to come over here, another fact. She could’ve taken care of my needs but she refused to, yet another fact!

With such facts on my side, why is my entire body shaking? Why am I acting like the men I’ve made fun of countless times who are married and dabbling at the parties?

I am not married and not even in a relationship!

So why do I feel this way…

Chapter 6

CAMILLA

“Cyprian!” I shout as I hold his used condom between two fingers. It has been tied up and is nearly full of his semen.

The women are quickly pulling on what little clothes they had on. “His father sent us. It’s not his fault,” the blonde says.

“Oh yeah?” I ask as she seems very nervous. “I think it may have been his fault that he fucked one of you. Is that all he’s done so far?”

The blonde jerks her head toward the dark-haired woman. “She gave him a blowjob.”

“Shut the fuck up, Becca,” the one she called Lola, hisses at her. “This must be the woman he said he was seeing.”

“So, he told you he was seeing someone and you fucked him anyway?” I ask then shake my head. “No, don’t even bother to answer that. He should’ve never done it. It’s not your fault. You’re paid to do this, I suppose.”

“Yes, yes we were. His father pays a lot of us to come to his parties for the weekend and we’re expected to come on really strong to the men. It’s our job,” Becca says.

 

“I see that. Please, leave him to me,” I say as I escort them to the door. A long black car is waiting outside and I guess it’s for them.

Lola looks over her shoulder and asks, “For future reference, is he going to be a free man again? I mean, just in case his father tries to send us out to him again. We don’t like to get into any kind of altercations with pissed off girlfriends or wives.”

“He will be a free man.” I shut the door and go to find Cyprian. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

He’s obviously in hiding and afraid to face me. I stop at the restroom just outside the entry room and drop the used condom in the wastebasket and give my hands a good washing.

I have no idea what got into me when I saw it. I just reached down and picked it up. It was right next to a torn pair of red panties I suppose belonged to the girl in the red dress.

As I continue my journey to find Cyprian, I see the tray of chocolate chip cookies I made for him, on the floor where I dropped them, and shudder at what I found when I got here.

Two naked women, kissing and touching each other. Cyprian’s clothes spread from the entry room to the next room. The fireplace lit up, making romantic glows and, finally, the used condom and panties on the floor, amongst his shirt and the women’s clothes and shoes.

I figure he’s hiding in his bedroom, so I make my way to it and find the door is locked. “Afraid of me, Cyprian?”

 

I hear the door unlock and he pulls me into his arms. “Thank God, you’re here. I wanted to call you but my cell phone was in my pants and they managed to get those off me. I finally got away from them and ran up here to lock myself away from them. My father sent them. I had no idea. I swear it!”

Pushing his chest, I make him let me go. “So, you were raped?”

“Raped? No,” he says as he steps back. “Molested is a better word.”

“Those little women molested you, Cyprian?” I ask. “Perhaps we should report the incident?”

“No, my father sent them.” He looks at me with a sheepish expression.

“But you allowed them to do to you what they did and you fucked one of them. They told me everything,” I say as I cross my arms in front of me. “And, just so you know, one of them asked me if you would still be in a relationship, the way you told them you were, any longer. I told her, no.”

“We aren’t in one. I just said that to try to get them to leave me alone. They seduced me, Cami! They both took a hold of me and pulled me into the house and had me undressed before I knew what was happening. One kissed me while the other took me into her mouth. I was blindsided by all the sexual stimulation. I couldn’t help myself. You have to understand!”

“I have to understand that two women that small could make you do all that? I have to understand you lost yourself in the sexual desire for them?” I stop and shake my head. “Today was one of the best days I’ve ever had. It was, hands down, the best date I’ve ever been on. You were wonderful. Affectionate, funny, cute, sweet, lovable, and it was all a lie.”

“It wasn’t a lie, Cami! It was real. It was the most real thing I’ve ever done in my life. Being with you, I feel more of a person than I ever have. I’ve felt like a robot, going through the motions, most of the time. Sex is exactly what you said it was, mechanical. An act. Much like any other act that requires a bodily function where you expel bodily fluids. That’s how I think about it.”

“Oh, so what you did down there was just like when you take a shit. You find a toilet, any one will do, and you release yourself into it. Then you flush it all away and no one should even worry about what you just did. It was a bodily function, everyone has to do, in order to live. Is that pretty much how you think about what you just did?”

 

He sits on the bed and looks up at the ceiling. “Pretty much.”

“You will never be the man for me. You will never be what I need in my life. And I think it’s better I figured that out before I fell head over heels in love with you, Cyprian. Because I could fall so easily for you. Thank you for fucking those girls, minutes after our date ended. Thank you very much for bringing to light that you are not a man I want in my life.”

I turn to walk away but he stops me as he asks, “Why were you over here in the first place?”

I turn back to him with eyes full of tears. “I was bringing you a plate of cookies. I wanted us to share a couple of them and a glass of milk then I was going to leave you with another goodnight kiss.” I turn away again.

His hand on my shoulder stops me. He turns me to him but I can’t look at his handsome face. It’s just too hard. “Cami, I need sex. I need it. You don’t seem to understand me. If I give you the commitment you need, will you give me the sex I need? Then we can make this work. I do care about you and I do love spending time with you. You are my most favorite person and if I lost you…”

 

“You already have,” I tell him before he can say anything else. “I will not be holding you to me with a sexual rope. I will not be held to you with a commitment that doesn’t involve love. I cannot trust you, Cyprian.”

“I go all week without sex. On the weekends, I’ve had an abundance of it for twenty years, Cami! You cannot expect me to go cold turkey, with no idea when I will get to feel the inside of a woman again. When I’ll get to feel, soft breasts, pressed against my chest. When I’ll get to feel sweet lips on me. You can’t begin to understand my needs. I have them too, Camilla.”

“I cannot change my entire way of thinking, just so you can get off. I don’t have sex, I make love. You don’t have real feelings about anything or anyone. Any woman will do for you to relieve yourself in. I can’t handle that. Sorry, Cyprian. You’re asking for more than I can give you.”

I pull away from him and leave him in his bedroom. I’m not trying to punish him or manipulate him in any way. I am merely trying to keep myself from getting hurt any more by him.

Making my way down the stairs, I let myself out of the house and get into my car and drive all the way to the gate before the waterfall of tears overtakes me.

Why does he have to be so damn corrupted…?

To be continued…

 

The Billionaire’s Brother

 

An Alpha-Male Billionaire Bad Boy BDSM Romance Thriller

 

 

By Michelle Love

Intensity. Passion. Rivalry

Jenna Foster has had to wait until she’s eighteen to date Rod Manning, a bad boy five years her senior and not her parents’ idea of who she needs in her young life.

Rod Manning has wanted Jenna for two years and bided his time until she could come to him on her own.

The two enter into a steamy relationship which he turns into a BDSM contract where love is a thing of weakness and the bond of the contract is forever.

Then one day Rod disappears, leaving Jenna alone and wondering what happened to the man she was about to marry.

Two years pass during which Reed Manning who has always found his older brother’s girlfriend intriguing becomes a billionaire. When the two meet during a summer break in their small hometown they find love, and that love sparks a war between the brothers when Rod returns to find them engaged.

Will Jenna be able to put her love for Rod in the past and continue to love Reed? Or will her heart allow her to continue on that path as the men’s family is torn apart by their fighting over her? With her out of the picture, all seems to calm down. Will Jenna be able to forget about her love for Reed for the good of his family? Will Reed let his older brother rule his life forever and stop him from being with the woman he loves?

Chapter 1

JENNA

“Rod? You home?” I call out as I come into the little apartment we rented last week.

After only a few months of dating, we decided to take it a step further and move in together. To say my parents were pissed would be an understatement.

Try furious!

But what Rod Manning and I have is as real as it gets, even if I am just eighteen, a thing my parents tell me is a real issue—though it’s not, really.

Rod’s a few years older than I am. Okay, five of them, but that’s not a big deal to me. My father made me wait until I turned eighteen to date Rod, or anyone else for that matter.

Rod’s been after me for the last couple of years, but being underage had him waiting for me. Dad threatened all kinds of hell on the poor guy if he touched me before I turned the legal age.

The funny thing is that Rod’s mother cautioned me about their oldest son as well. At a senior party my graduating class had at one of my classmate’s ranches just before I turned eighteen, I saw Rod’s mother. She was helping chaperone the party.

She had no idea of Rod’s interest in me and took me aside, then asked me if I knew her son, Reed. I knew of Reed, of course. We all live in a minuscule town in Jerome, Arizona.

Reed is only two years older than I am. I was shocked when she told me he and I would make a perfect couple. He was away at college at that time but would be home for the summer, and she wanted to know if she could give him my phone number when he got home.

Her dismay when I told her it was her son, Rod, who was interested in me and me in him, confused me. She was very open about him being a difficult person, which I found crazy.

He doesn’t seem difficult to me at all. Quite the opposite. He seems so rugged and manly and tough as nails, but in all the right ways.

His job as a mechanic keeps his muscles tight, and he keeps a five o’clock shadow thing going on his handsome face.

I’ll admit it. The man does have this dangerous edge to him. But I find it exciting as hell.

The way he handles me is so hot!

And he’s told me he has a surprise for me tonight when he gets home, which I thought would be by now.

“Hey there, baby.” His deep voice calls out from our bedroom.

I go that way, turning down the short hallway that leads off the living room. There he is, leaning his tall body against the door frame.

His dark ash blond hair hangs to his shoulders in waves. His steely blue eyes running up and down my body give me chills. “Hey, Rod.”

As he’s clad in only his tight black underwear, I see he’s taken a shower and rid himself of the grease of the garage he works in. The smell of his soap fills my senses.

My insides are already melting as he looks me over. “I brought home that surprise I told you about, but we have something to talk about first.” He pulls me into his strong arms as I come to him.

His mouth covers mine as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. The way it moves like he has a purpose to touch every place in my mouth makes my knees weak and I lean against him.

He grabs a handful of my ass and squeezes it as he growls. My body is hot and now I’m wet and can hardly wait to get out of these clothes and into our bed.

His other hand moves up my arm, then over my shoulder, and he grabs a handful of my long hair and pulls it back hard. His mouth leaves mine and his teeth graze over my neck. Then he bites it, hard.

The noise I make has him pulling back, and he looks intense.

I love that look. Like raw power.

“I want something permanent with you, Jenna.” His words make my heart pound.

“K.”

A grin creeps across his handsome face. “I haven’t told you what it is yet and you answer yes already?”

I nod and he smiles. “Permanent is what I want too. I love you, Rod.”

“Love is for the weak, baby. What did I tell you about all that love shit?” He lets me go and moves away from me. “Life is about other things. Life is hard, baby. Love is fleeting. Commitment isn’t, though. I want that from you. A real commitment.”

He moves to the bed, sits on the edge, and pulls a pack of cigarettes out of the bedside table. A long neck bottle half-full of beer sits on top and he takes a drink then lights his cigarette.

That’s the one thing I hate. I hate the smell of cigarettes, and he knows it. Yet he’s not about to do as I’ve asked him repeatedly, to smoke outside.

But I think he might be about to propose, so I’m not going to bring that up right now. Instead, I go to sit next to him on the bed. “So what is it you want, Rod?”

From under the pillow he sleeps on, he pulls a sheet of paper. I can see the large words at the top: Dom/Sub-Slave Contract My heart stops and my eyes go wide.

I pick up the sheet of paper and look at it, then at him. His face is sterile.

No emotion. Not a thing.

“Slave? Why is the word slave on this paper? And what is it all about?”

His strong hand moves up my arm and tightens around my bicep. “I want you. I want all of you. I want to own you, baby.”

My heart starts to pound in my chest. “Own me?”

He nods slowly and I can’t think. Then one thought floods my brain. “My father will kill you, Rod.”

“This has to be our little secret. This town is too small to let this kind of thing out.” He takes a drag off the cigarette and the smell intensifies and I cough.

“A secret?” I look around the little bedroom. My eyes fall on a hook that’s on the wall near the closet. A hook that wasn’t there before.

Then I look back at the paper I hold in my right hand. It’s shaking, and I hold it with my left to steady it so I can read what he wants from me.

Words pop out at me. Punishments. Sexual tortures. Expectations.

“Rod, is this a joke?” I look into his eyes and find no humor there.

He shakes his head slow and easy. “It’s no joke, Jenna. It’s what I want. And I always get what I want. You know that.”

Smoke encircles his head as he taps the ashes off the cigarette into the clean ashtray on the night stand. “This doesn’t look like a thing I want to be a part of. I thought you were talking about marriage, Rod.”

A low laugh comes from him. “Marriage? Nah. I’m not into that. That can end in divorce. What I’m asking from you can’t end. It’s forever, girl. Isn’t that better than a marriage?”

“This says you want me to stay available for your every need.” My eyes move to his and find them squinting as he takes another puff of the cigarette. “My job, though.”

He shakes his head. “That little job ain’t making you no money, anyway. See, the way I’m thinking is, it’s better for me if you can come to me or I come home and you’re here and you can take care of whatever I feel I need at that time.”

“Sex?” I stare at him. “Are you saying I don’t give you enough already?”

“You don’t. But that isn’t your fault. It’s your job’s fault,” he says as he grinds the cigarette butt into the ashtray. “Like this afternoon. I wanted a piece of ass so bad I nearly went across the street from the shop and found one at that little bar.”

My heart stops. “You didn’t though, did you?”

“No,” he says with a shake of his head, sending his wavy locks swinging around his broad shoulders. His eyes move to mine and pierce me. “But, as you’ll find in the contract, that is a thing I can do if I see fit and you aren’t meeting all my physical needs. And you have to take it, baby. You can’t leave me over it.”

My stomach hurts all of a sudden and I bend over and place my hand on it. ”No! No, Rod! No, fucking way!”

Okay, I said that only in my head.

My voice is shaking as I say out loud, “Why do you want to have sex with other women?”

“I don’t want to. But if I can’t do the things I want with you then I’ll have to. I have certain desires, and if you won’t let me do those things with you then I’ll get that elsewhere with someone who will.” His hand runs over my shoulder and down my arm. “But I really want to do that stuff with you, baby. Only you. But I’m a little afraid you’re too vanilla to do any of it.”

I turn my head slowly to look at him and my age and experience or lack thereof hits me. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. I’m no child, Rod. I can be everything you want. If I lost you, I don’t know what I’d do. And I can’t stand the thought of you with anyone else.”

“Here’s the thing, baby. You can’t tell a soul. Not only would your dad kick my ass, but mine might do the same damn thing to me. He’s told me as much.” He looks away and rubs his jaw.

“You’ve talked to your dad about whatever it is you like to do sexually?” I look at him with a face full of confusion.

I don’t even talk to my mother about the things I find arousing.

“Nah, I didn’t talk to him about it. He found some of my literature on the subject. He told me when he found out you and I were a thing that if I ever tried to bring you into that dark world he’d hold me down while your daddy beat my ass, then he’d beat my ass himself.” His arm goes around me and he kisses my shoulder.

“God! What kind of literature are we talking about, Rod? That doesn’t sound like your average porn.” I watch him as he peers at me through his thick lashes.

“It isn’t average. I’m not an average man. A bit above, you know?”

I nod then say, “I think you’re the smartest guy I know, Rod.”

He laughs. “Not like that. Like the way I feel. I feel more than some. I want more than some. Fuck, baby. You don’t know how bad I want you to come down to the shop and suck me off in the men’s room.”

My face heats. “Rod!” I laugh and look at him and see he’s dead serious. “Really?”

“Yes, really. I want to fuck you in the alley behind the grocery store during the rush hour. I want to finger fuck you in the small café on the square while the people we know eat their lunch without a clue as to what I’m doing to you. I want your panties to be soaking wet when we walk out, and I want you to hand them to me when I ask. With no hesitation.” His eyes go light and sparkle.

“That’s really bad, Rod. Really bad. We could get caught and then everyone would look at us and think bad things about us. Oh, no. I can’t …” His mouth slams into mine.

He presses me back on the bed and moves his body over mine, pinning me to the mattress. “You can. You will. I will train you. I will show you how to give me everything I want.”

“You think you can train the morals out of me? I was a Sunday school teacher last year, Rod. Not a porn star.” I turn my head and he takes me by the chin and pulls me back to look at him.

“So, Sunday school teacher, what do you think it means that you gave your virginity to me? In the Biblical sense, you already belong to me.” His words hiss from his mouth. “You are already mine, Jenna Foster.” He kisses me hard again, so hard our teeth clash. Then he looks at me as he continues to hold me down. “Or do you want me to do what I have to with another woman? I can keep you too. Only you will always know I’m fucking someone else.”

“Rod! Don’t talk like that. Fuck!”

He smacks my cheek. “No more cussing. It’s disrespectful.”

I move my hand to touch my cheek and he takes my wrists before I can and holds my hands over my head. “Rod! Would you stop?”

He shakes his head. “You need to learn your place, Jenna. Your place as my woman. Do you want that or not? I’m getting tired of having to beg you.”

Wow! This is begging?

“Let me read the whole thing.”

He moves off me and hands the paper back to me. “There. Hurry up. You’re making me feel weird.” He walks out of the room and I hear the fridge open and slam shut. Then the sound of him opening another beer as my eyes start at the very first word of the contract have me thinking about what I’m even doing.

Why am I contemplating this? The whole thing is crazy.

He stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame. Then he pulls at his thick cock inside the tight underwear. “Read it out loud, baby.”

I clear my throat. “This contract is between Jenna Foster and Rod Manning. This contract can never be voided. It will end only upon the death of either signing party.”

I look up at him and he smiles. “See, forever, baby.”

“Jenna Foster agrees to become Rod Manning’s subordinate in all ways. His slave for life. She agrees to do whatever he asks her to whenever he asks her to. Rod Manning agrees never to ask Jenna Foster to do anything deemed inappropriate in front of vanillas, children, or any family members.” I look up at him again. “So, we won’t do anything bad in front of anyone who matters, then?”

He nods and takes a swig of beer. “Keep reading.”