Ten Year Crush (8 page)

Warm breath that smells strong of whiskey is on my neck. I don’t have to look back to know who it is. Cam.

“Lose your phone?” He comes around to the side of me and sits in a chair. His beautiful blue eyes are glassy. If I hadn’t already smelled the whiskey, I would know by his eyes that Cam is well on his way to being shit-faced, if he isn’t there already. He has a week’s worth of stubble on his beautiful face.

My breaths start coming in shallow pants at the thought of running my tongue along his jaw, feeling the coarse hair under my tongue.
Enough, Gabby, get it together. Your boyfriend is here somewhere and can come back any time.

“Nope.” Maybe if I’m short with him he’ll go away and leave me the hell alone.

“So you just chose to ignore me and not answer my calls and text.”

“Had nothing to say.”

He slams his hand down on the table causing me to jump. “Dammit, Gabby, we’ve been friends for ten years. You just going to throw that away?”

“What do you want me to say? I think we said what we needed to. I’ve moved on. No more stupid, pathetic crush.” It’s a lie and I know it, but I’m trying. I have to stop letting Cam hurt me and pining after something I’ll never have. It gets me nowhere. Instead of the pain, I feel anger. Does he not get it at all? When you love someone, you can’t sit back and watch them with other people and it not hurt like hell. I need time to heal.

Cam gets close to my face. We’re almost nose-to-nose. “Loving someone isn’t a fuckin’ crush. And you’ve moved on?” He sits back in his chair and lets out a sarcastic laugh. “With that douchebag surfer boy?”

My heart pounds and I fear it’ll burst free at any moment. “What does it matter to you, huh? You said you would never be with me, so I’m moving on with my life. And that’s my boyfriend!” I slap my hand down on the table. I don’t want him to know I still love him and that the sight of him alone makes my chest ache and my eyes burn. I need to get the hell away from him and out of here before I crack open and he sees it all.

“Well, when that dick hurts you, don’t come crying to me.” Cam gets up and storms from the table.

I blow out a frustrated breath and slouch in my chair.
What the hell was that all about?
He’s the one that wanted this, so why does he care who I’m with? I rub the center of my chest trying to ease the throbbing pain.
Am I ever going to get Camron Taylor out of my heart?
My eyes start to burn and I quickly lock it down at the sound of Brandon’s voice. I’ve got to get my shit together.

“Hey, babe. Sorry, there was a line in the bathroom.” Brandon sits in his chair and turns his beer up, draining it.

Line? In the men’s restroom? And what’s up with him drinking so fast?

A brick lands in the pit of my stomach. I’m starting to think coming out tonight was the worst decision I could have made. I just want to go home and curl up with a good book, escape into my fantasy world where it always ends in a happily ever after. Not broken hearts and tears.

*Cam*

I lean back against the wall and watch Gabby. The asshole returned not five minutes after I left. There is something up with that guy. I don’t know what it is, but I don’t trust him.

Gabby saying that she moved on, and “no more stupid, pathetic crush” knocked all the wind out of my lungs. That fucking hurt. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve been trying to drink her away, fuck her out of my thoughts, but nothing works. She’s still there! And then tonight she has to come in with HIM! Now I get to watch them dry hump on the dance floor. Dickhead grabs her ass and pulls her closer. A growl slips out. Her swaying her hips, grinding on his leg. My muscles coil tight and I ball my fist at my side.
Don’t watch. Turn away, you fucking idiot.

I need another shot. Or five. It’s going to be a long fucking night.

Heading to the bar, I order a double Jack and a beer. Slamming back the shots, not even feeling the burn now. I’ve lost count of how many shots this makes tonight. Turning around, I lean my back against the bar and see Gabby grinding her ass into dick face’s crotch. Pain blasts through my chest, feeling as though it’s being ripped wide open. I never thought it would hurt this bad. Sure, I knew it would take a bit to get used to seeing her with someone. But this…it’s like someone shoving a red-hot iron through my heart.

I look beside me and see a hot little redhead standing there. She’s wearing tight dark jeans that show a round ass and some kind of shirt that shows half her back. I notice she’s with a group of girls so I lean down and whisper in her ear. “Wanna dance, kitten?”

Big green eyes look up at me. “Um.”

Fuck. She had to have green eyes, didn’t she?

“Let’s go.” I don’t give her a chance to answer. I down the rest of my beer and set it on the bar. Pulling her to the dance floor, I spin her around, grinding my dick into her ass, while “Cookie Jar” by Gym Class Heroes, blares through the speakers. Ha! How fitting.

Red starts to get into it, swaying her hips, and moving with me, rubbing that round ass all over me. How pathetic, my dick isn’t even getting hard. I grab her hips and spin her around putting my leg between hers.

I spot Gabby in the middle. She has her hands in the air, eyes closed, head back, and swaying her hips to the beat. Alone. What do you know? My cock start to tingle and it has nothing to do with
Red
dry humping my thigh.

“Thanks for the dance.” I let go of her and walk away. I know, dick move, but I have someone else I’ve got to get to.

*Gabby*

I love losing myself to the music. Brandon took off again saying he had to go to the bathroom. Again. I don’t know what’s up with him, but he’s acting really weird tonight.

The song changes to “Ride” by SoMo. I turn to leave the dance floor and run face first into a wall of muscle. I know that chest. I’ve studied it. I’ve fantasized about licking it for ten years.

“Where’s the fire, Thumper?” Cam grips my hips and pulls me closer, pushing his leg between mine as he grinds his hips to the music.

“I’m done dancing.” I breathe out, fire already coiling in the pit of my stomach.
I have to get away from him before he notices my reaction.

He leans down and whispers in my ear. “Can’t I get just one dance?” His lips brush the shell of my ear when he pulls away.

Completely speechless, I can only stare up into his deep pools of blue. I should tell him “no”, walk away right now. No matter what my brain tells my legs, they won’t move. I’m cemented to the floor.

“Does
he
make you feel like this?” He pulls my hips down to grind my now dripping center on his thigh. I’m wearing a dress and afraid that when he pulls away he’s going to have a wet spot. “I can feel how hot and wet you are,” he whispers in my ear. “Does he take care of your body? Pull your hair? I bet he doesn’t make you feel the way I do.”

I’m completely speechless. My nipples are harder than they’ve ever been, rubbing against his rippled chest. My body is on fire. I feel as though I’ll go up in flames at any moment.

“I can feel my leg getting wet, Gabby. Does he make you drip like I do? Does his kiss make you feel like mine does?”

Before my brain has time to catch up to what he’s saying his hands are in my hair, pulling me closer to him, lips crashing down on mine. My mind screams at me to push him away, telling me to think about Brandon. His tongue licks the seam of my mouth, he wants in. And, damn me, I open up to him. I moan into his mouth and melt against him, my legs giving out. Cam wraps his arm around my waist, holding me up against his warm, hard chest. Deepening the kiss, he makes slow sensual love to my mouth. His hand slides down from my hips to my ass and squeezes, grinding his hard erection into me, drawing a purr from deep in my chest. Flames race through me and go straight to my core. With each grind of his cock and every stroke of his tongue, I’m forced into submission by the feelings I’ve tried to suppress. Now, they are bursting free. I pour every ounce of my need for him into the kiss. Grabbing his shoulders and digging my nails in.

Cam rips away from my mouth on a heavy breath. Pulling back, his blue eyes penetrate mine with heat. That stare alone makes me grind on his leg harder, trying to quench the thirst I have for him. Diving into my neck, he nips and kisses, ending with a kiss right behind my ear. “Does he do that to you, Thumper?”

Everything comes crashing back around me, a cold bucket of water poured over me. I remember where I am. I shove off Cam. “What the fuck is that, Cam?” I can’t believe I let him get to me. He knows now, knows that he still has me. “You didn’t want this remember? I’m moving on, you need to too. Leave me alone!”

“You’re right. Thanks for the dance, Thumper. Don’t worry about me. I’ll find someone.”

Completely speechless I stare up at him while pain blasts through my chest at the reminder of all the girls that get what I will never have. “You’re a fucking asshole, Camron Taylor.” I turn and head for the bathroom before Cam sees the tears starting to come and I bleed out on the dance floor from the gaping hole in my chest where my heart used to be. I need to get my face cleaned up, find Brandon, and get out of here before things get worse.

Chapter Seven

*Cam*

What the fuck did I just do? I can still taste her on my lips, feel her sweet body pressed up against mine. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! I need a drink.
Yeah, like that’s going to make you forget what it feels like to have Gabby in your arms, your hands on her ass, and tongue down her throat
. I groan and head to get another drink. Leaning back against the bar, I scan the crowd looking for HER.
Haven’t you tortured yourself enough tonight?

“So that’s her?” I snap my head around and see the bartender, Sara.

“A double Jack and a Bud Light bottle. And what the hell are you talking about?” I turn around, grabbing my double shot once she sets it down, slamming it back, and not feeling the burn. I stopped feeling that about an hour ago.

“The girl you just ran from on the dance floor, the same one you’ve been in here trying to drink away for the past month.” She sets my beer in front of me and I push my shot glass back to her, nodding my head for her to pour another.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Hoping that she doesn’t see the pain in my eyes. I pick up my now full shot and tip it back, setting the empty on the bar. I grab my beer and spin around, leaning back against the bar.

If she saw that, then who else did too? I can’t believe I kissed her. What the hell was I thinking?
You love her, idiot.
Of course I love her. She’s been in my life for ten years.

“My offer still stands. Call for me if you need anything.” Sara’s warm breath on my neck reminds me of the hard-on I’m currently sporting. Fucking Gabby and her curves and sweet mouth.
Stop! Get your shit together!

“Sara!” I call over my shoulder as I watch Gabby being led out with asshole’s arm around her waist. Fuck this! This shit has to end. I spin around to face Sara. “What time do you get off tonight?” I lick my lips and finally, the numbness I want has taken over.

“Two.”

Fuck, that’s another couple of hours. I’m not waiting around that long. Get some easy ass, then go home and crawl in bed. I lean over the bar and whisper in her ear, “Can you take a break?” I bite her ear, pull back, and smirk. I feel like the lowest piece of shit, but I’ll do anything to try to get her out of my head.

“Give me ten.” Her eyes light up with hunger. She turns and walks over to the guy bartending with her tonight.

Five minutes later Sara comes around the bar. I drain the rest of my beer, sit it down on the bar, and grab her hand and head for the door. Once outside I go straight to my truck. I open the passenger side and climb in, pulling her behind me. I scoot the seat back as far as it will go. She straddles my lap and I go for her neck, licking and biting, not wanting her lips where Gabby’s just were.
Shut the fuck up. Not going there.

“I’m glad you’re wearing a skirt. Rise up.” When she lifts her hips, I reach in my pocket and pull out a condom. I unzip my pants and pull my throbbing erection out. Ripping the condom with my teeth, I roll it on. Pulling her panties to the side, I slam her back down on me, groaning out in pleasure.

“Fuck!” Sara screams out, and grips her hair in her hands. She starts bouncing up and down on my lap.

I grab her hips, pull her up, and slam her back down. Wanting it harder.

Digging her nails into my shoulders, she shudders and groans in pleasure. “Feels so good. I knew you’d feel good in my pussy.”

I want her to shut the hell up so I can get off and go to bed.

“Fuck me, Sara. Ride my dick, show me how bad you want it!” She starts to move, bouncing up and down, taking me fast and hard.

I let go of her hips and push her shirt up, revealing her tits. Figures she’s not wearing a bra. I suck a nipple in my mouth. Pulling back, I scrape my teeth and nip right before it pulls out of my mouth. I move to the other one, showing it the same attention.

“Oh fuck, Cam, I’m about to come,” she pants out.

“Not without me you’re not.” I release her breast and grip her hips. Holding her still above me, I start to slam into her, quickly pulling out and slamming back into her. I close my eyes willing my orgasm to come. Gabby’s face, flushed from our kiss on the dance floor, comes flooding into my mind.