Ten Year Crush (18 page)

I’m met with bright blue eyes and a panty-melting smile, showing his dimple.

“Good morning.” I lean forward and kiss his dimple.

“Sleep good?” He leans up and brushes his lips on mine.

He tries to deepen the kiss and I pull back. “Morning breath. I need to brush my teeth.” I go to climb out of bed and his arms wrap around me, pulling me back to his chest.

He lets out a joyous laugh and my heart melts at the love and happiness shining in his eyes. “I don’t care. I finally have you in my bed and get to wake up to your beautiful face. Now give me a kiss.”

How can I say no to that? I lean down and press my lips to his.

“Mmm, now that’s a way to wake up.” He moves one hand down to my bottom and pulls me tighter against him. He nibbles at the corners of my mouth, and then runs his tongue gently over my lips, begging for entrance. I open up to him and he angles his head, deepening the kiss.

A rush of heat runs through my body and moisture gathers between my legs. I moan and tangle my hands in his hair. Swinging my leg over his hips, I sit up and straddle him, never breaking the kiss. My hot wet center is met with his rock hard arousal. I rock my hips, wanting to ease the ache that the kiss ignited between my legs.

“God, you’re so wet,” he groans and squeezes my ass.

“Mmhmm.” Suddenly I can’t get enough. My hands and mouth are everywhere. I want to touch and taste every inch of his body. I’ve waited what seems like a lifetime for this and I want to soak up every experience and every inch of him. I run my hands all over his shoulders, arms, and chest, while biting licking and kissing his jaw and neck, working my way down. Feeling the ripples of his abs has me purring like a kitten and my mouth watering for more.

I slide down his body continuing my exploration with my mouth. I reach his nipple and flick my tongue against it, eliciting a groan from him. I take my time and finally get to explore the tattoo on his ribs. Once I reach that happy little trail of dark hair leading to what I really want, I look up at him, running my finger up and down it. “This has always turned me on. I’ve always wondered what it led to.” I lean back down and place tiny kisses all the way down.

“Jesus.” He ends on a moan when I run the tip of my tongue from base to tip.

“You want me to stop?” I take him in my hand and slowly start to work my hand up and down his shaft, before looking up to him for an answer.

“No. Yes. Unh!” A moan rumbles in his chest.

I slip my mouth around the head and swirl my tongue. Then, pull back, “You sure?” I slide him back in, working him to the back of my throat a little further than before.

Having him like this, at my mercy and so worked up, makes me feel sexy and powerful. I’ve never been a fan of giving oral, but with Cam, I could do it every day, just for the rush of power, the pleasure I give him.

His head jerks up off the pillow. “No! God, don’t stop.”

I start to bob my head up and down and he falls back down on the pillow. Switching between fast and slow, keeping my hand and mouth at the same speed, I reach down with my other hand and gently massage his balls.

Cam’s body tightens under me and I know he’s close, so I pick up the pace and stay at a steady fast rhythm. He fists his hands in my hair and starts pumping his hips to match the movements of my head.

“Fuck!” His back arches and he explodes.

I moan as his warm salty taste hits my tongue. I swallow and slow my pace, drawing everything he has to give out of him. Sliding him out of my mouth, I sit up, licking my lips. I’ve never felt so powerful and sexy in my life. Giving Cam that kind of pleasure is definitely on my list of top favorite things to do.

Chest heaving and breath still coming out in pants, Cam reaches for me, dragging me up his body. I’m still dripping and the ache has only intensified. He flips me over and is on top of me before I can even blink.

“That was
—
” He shakes his head. “Amazing.” His lips crash down on mine and he rubs himself against me, where I need him most. He grabs my right thigh and hooks my leg around him, thrusting his hips and his tongue in the same motion.

I break the contact with his lips and thrash my head on the pillow. Each move forward hits my tight bundle of nerves, setting my body on fire. He starts to harden again and I fist my hands in his hair, looking him in the eyes. “I need you.”

He leans over to his nightstand to get a condom and I place my hand on his chest and shake my head. “I’m on the pill. I want to feel you. All of you.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I’ve never been with anyone without one. I want that with you.”

“Me neither.” His lips are back on me and his hands are on my breasts. Squeezing and kneading them, flicking his thumb over my tight peaks.

Releasing one, he moves his hand down our bodies and takes himself in his hand, guiding his erection to my entrance. Not taking it slow this time, he thrusts hard and slams into me.

“Yes!” I reach around and grab his back, digging my nails in.

“Ahh! You want it fast?” He starts pounding into me.

“Oh god. Yes. Yes. Yes!” I start moving my hips to match his, wanting so bad to relieve the achy need that’s built up.

“Feels.” Cam slams into me. “Good.” My head bounces off the headboard from the force of his thrust. “Without. Condom.” He pants.

He grinds his pelvis into mine, pulling a moan from deep in my chest. I wrap my legs around his back, locking my ankles together. “Faster, Cam. Harder.” I wrap my hands in his hair and pull his mouth down to mine, biting his lip, and then soothing it with a swipe of my tongue.

My body starts to shake from the power of my building release and I know I’m close. He leans back and picks up his pace, slamming into me as far as he can go, and then grinding his pelvis into mine, before pulling out and repeating the motion all over again. My head falls back, eyes slam shut, and I scream, calling out his name. Endorphins take over my body and I feel as though I’m floating in the air. Cam picks up his pace, and then his motions become choppy and I know he’s at his snapping point, ready to explode. He falls forward, buries his head in my neck, and I wrap my arms around him.

He bites my neck and thrusts into me a few more times before moaning out his release.

We lay there panting, trying to slow our hearts, and breathing. I run my fingers through his hair and up and down his back. I can’t believe I’m finally here. Never in my life have I felt so loved, happy, and complete. A tear slips down my cheek and I quickly wipe it away.

“Hey, why are you crying? Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so rough.” He pulls out of me, sits up, and runs his hand through his hair.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, that’s the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Then why were you crying?” He raises a brow and his blue eyes look sorrowful.

“Happy tears. I’m just really happy.”

He reaches for me and pulls me into his lap, kissing my temple. “Me too, Thumper. So damn happy.”

“I’m never going to live that down, am I?” I act like I hate it, but I’ve always loved that he called me that. It’s the most embarrassing moment of my life, but I love that I have a special name, just with him.

“Not a chance. He chuckles, and then plants a wet kiss on my lips. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up, and then get some food. I need food if you’re going to keep using my body like that.” He pushes me off of him, winks, and jumps up off the bed.

I love playful Cam.

Chapter Twenty-Three

*Cam*

We get cleaned up in the shower, only to get dirty again by taking Gabby against the wall. Hottest sex of my life, her legs wrapped around me, pounding into her while water beats down over us. God, I can’t keep my hands off her. I’ve never felt like this before. Didn’t know sex could be that good. Yeah I got off, but never felt this happy or content, like everything is right in the world.

We head into the kitchen to find something to eat. I don’t make it three steps in, see the mess, turn around, and walk back out. “Let’s go get something. We can go to the new IHOP.”

“Mmm, pancakes. Let’s go.” She licks her lips and I hold in a groan.

Grabbing her hand, I pull her out of the house. We both need food and I want to take her out. If I don’t get her away from my bed, we’ll end up back there, and not leaving. A rush of excitement fills me. I can’t wait to take her on a date. A real date. Not just breakfast.

Leading her up to my truck, I grab Gabby’s waist and hoist her up, placing her in the passenger seat. The lift I had put on it makes it too high for her to step up on her own, not that I would let my girl try to climb it anyway. I pull myself up to place a soft kiss on her lips before hopping down and closing the door. I climb in on my side, start the engine, and pull out of the driveway. Reaching across the console to grab her hand, I pull it into my lap, playing with her fingers. I feel the desire to touch her at all times.

Gabby turns the radio on and Hunter Hayes’ “Wanted” is playing. I start singing to her and mean every word. I want to make Gabby feel wanted, want her to see how beautiful and special she is to me. There’s a lot to make up for, but everyone has to start somewhere and she’s giving me the chance. I won’t blow this. The end of the song comes and I lift her hand to place a kiss on her wrist. She gives me a small smile, and then looks out the window. I release her hand and turn the radio down.

“What’s wrong?” I wrap her hand back up in mine, not wanting to let her go.

“Just thinking.” She shrugs.

“About what?” What could she be thinking about that has her so down? Is it Brandon? It can’t be after the night and morning we spent together. She wouldn’t do that, would she? My heart sinks to my stomach and my chest burns. She still hasn’t answered, so I ask again. “You gotta talk to me. What are you thinking about?” I give her hand a reassuring squeeze. No matter what, I want her to talk to me.

“What happens now?” She looks over at me and she’s biting her lip like she’s unsure of herself.

I take a deep breath and let it out, relieved, but wanting to kick my own ass all over again. I did this to her, made her doubt. “We go out on dates. We spend nights wrapped up in each other. You let me love you.” Pulling into the parking lot, I find an empty spot and park the truck. “I know you don’t have a lot of faith. I understand that. But believe me when I tell you, you’re it for me. I want to spoil the shit out of you. I want to make sure you know every day how beautiful you are. So, let me. Please.”

She crawls over the console and into my lap. “I feel like I’m going to wake up any minute and this won’t be real.” She hides her face in my neck. “Or that you’re going to realize you really don’t want me. I can’t go through that again, Cam. I just can’t.”

I should put out an ad for someone to kick my ass. Never did I stop and think of what all of this did to her. I only had to sit back and watch for a couple of months, yet she did it for years. I have so much to make up for.

“Never. I’m here. Now and forever. One day you’ll see that. I know I have to prove it to you. Please, don’t push me away though. Be patient, I’ve never done this before.”

“Okay.” Her voice sounds so small.

I’ll spend every day reassuring her, if that’s what it takes. “Now, give me some sugar and let’s get some food. I’m starved.”

She giggles and plants her lips on mine. I place my hands on both sides of her neck and pour every bit of love I have for her into the kiss. If I want her to believe me, I have to show her, as well as tell her. Make her feel it.

My stomach grumbles and we break apart laughing.

“Alright, cowboy. Let’s feed you. By the way, I know you wore that outfit on purpose last night. You can dress up again for me one time, and I can save a horse.” There’s that smile that I love so much, the one that reaches her eyes and could bring me to my knees.

My cock tingles and twitches at the thought of Gabby riding me.

“Hell yeah, I did. Had to get my girl somehow. And your costume was any better? Your brother knocked me in the back of the head. Not to mention I had a hard-on all damn night.”

“Maybe I’ll wear it for you again sometime.” She laughs and jumps down out of the truck.

“You evil, little wench.” I rush to say before she closes the door. Now I’m going to have a damn hard-on all through breakfast.

***

After we eat breakfast, we order some to take home to Josh and Tiffany, and then hop back in the truck to head to the house and clean up.

“After we clean up, I need to head home. I have laundry and some homework to get done.”

My stomach sinks. I don’t want her to leave. Now that I’ve slept with her in my arms, I don’t ever want to let her go. “Can I come stay with you tonight?” I feel like a pussy as soon as the words are out of my mouth.

“Really? You want to come stay with me?” The smile on her face makes me forget everything about being a lovesick fool.

“Yeah.” I nod. How can someone turn into your everything in the blink of an eye? I used to laugh at guys like me. Now, I know why they acted the way they did.

“Alright.”

Gabby sings the whole way home. Right before we pull into the driveway Florida Georgia Line’s “Hands On You” comes on. They knew what they were talking about when they wrote this song. It reminds me, “isn’t their concert coming up?”