Athica Lane: The Carpino Series (23 page)

Tonight, I talked myself into joining the Giving Head Club.  He said I could do whatever I wanted and not to worry about doing it wrong, so I decided it was time to go for it.  And as good as he gives me every time he lays his hands on my body, I want it to be good for him, too. 

I was a stupid Nervous Nelly, but without giving him my eyes to preserve what little backbone I had, I worked my way down his body.  When he realized what I was doing, he groaned a couple of hushed curse words and started running his fingers through my hair. 

I can’t lie, I was clumsy at first.  It was…well…
odd
.  Really odd.  I mean, there’s differing opinions amongst the girls in the Giving Head Club.  I know some women who love it and I know some women who hate it.  I even had a friend who only did it when she wanted new furniture, which was weird, and even though I was inexperienced, I felt sorry for her man.  I mean, how often can you buy furniture? 

If I’m honest, initially I didn’t hate it, however I didn’t love it.  But once I found my Giving Head Groove, I was kind of proud of myself and if my hands weren’t busy, I’d offer myself a giving head pat on the back.  Or better yet, a blue ribbon, for bravery
and
giving head. 

When he groaned or murmured “baby” or growled my name, I knew he liked it and I was doing it right.   Once, I even peeked up from between his legs and his blue eyes were smoldering and hooded, watching me work his cock.  He pulled my hair back with his fingers, cupping my head and never took his eyes off my face.

That’s when I decided I loved it.  I felt powerful having that effect on him.  The look on his face, his eyes ablaze and the way his body tensed?  I made him feel that way—he was going to fall apart because of me.  I.  Loved.  It.

Sinking down on his cock as far as I can, his groan vibrates in my mouth.

“Enough,” I hear his guttural voice come from above.

I ignore him and draw my head up, sucking on his tip before pulling him deeper.  His fingers tense on my scalp and I feel him trying to restrain himself like he did with me in the beginning.  With my hand at the base of his cock, I try and take as much of him as I can, feeling him hit the back of my throat. 

“I said enough,” he repeats before his hands come under my arms.  The next thing I know, I’m being yanked up his body.

“Hey,” I call breathy-like, as Cam flips me to my back.  I look up and he’s ripping open a condom at the speed of light.  “Why did you stop me?  I just got up the nerve to try that.”

“Trust me, I know,” he growls, breathing hard, rolling on his condom.

I automatically frown and whisper, “I thought you liked it.”

He finishes with the condom and drops back down to me.  Before I know it, he quickly thrusts inside and just like always, it takes my breath away.

“Baby,” he says against my lips as he starts to move.  “I fucking loved that.  But I want you to like it, and if I let you go much longer, I’m afraid you might not like it.  No way was I going to cum in your mouth the first time you go down on me.  Maybe someday if you really want that, but not now and not anytime soon.”

“Oh,” I say and arch my back to try to move with him.

“Fuck, nothing’s ever gotten me there faster than watching you wrap your pretty pink lips around my cock,” he starts to move harder inside me.  “If I let you go two more seconds, no way would I have been able to stop you.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” I say, proud of myself and pull my knees up trying to get more of him.  I love every inch and want as much as I can get.  Over the last few weeks, he’s quit restraining himself.  He moves with abandon now, as if he can’t hold back another second. 

I hear him huff as he moves inside me, “You like that you drive me wild?”

“Yes,” I moan.  “I love that I can do that to you.”

I feel his goatee against my temple, “You would love that.”

The next thing I know, he leaves me, but he doesn’t leave me.  He’s up on his knees in the bed and yanks my legs up his chest, my feet resting at his shoulders.  With one hand on my ass holding me tight, the other comes between my legs where we’re still connected. 

“Don’t move,” he says as he starts circling my clit with his fingers. 

I look up and his eyes are on his hand at our connection, watching what he’s doing.  I can’t help it—I press my hips into him, my heels digging into his shoulders. 

“Still, baby,” he squeezes my ass in warning. 

I exhale and still, or try my best but it’s hard as he works me into a frenzy.  And finally, there’s no way I can be still as my orgasm shatters through me while I’m impaled on his cock.  But I don’t have to worry about that because he starts to move right where we are.  And when he does with my fading orgasm, there’s nothing better. 

He comes hard and fast, holding me at my hips while still on his knees.  My only leverage are my heels at his shoulders, otherwise, it’s all Cam and his commanding strength.

When I look up, his head falls back and his muscles tense when he thrusts two more times before staying planted.  He presses into me one more time before dropping to his hands on either side of my head.  Then there’s nothing but Cam Montgomery all around me.  He gathers me up before he rolls and I end up on top with him still connected, both of us breathing hard. 

“You okay?” he asks.  He asks me that every time we have sex.

“It has been over a month,” I say into his neck, my body feeling limp on his as I melt into his muscles. 

I feel him exhale and he agrees, “I guess it has.”  He doesn’t move, doesn’t pull out, but holds me tight and says, “Your dad called today.”

Okay, this is a weird time to bring up my dad, but I ask, “Oh?”

“There was no reason to have a court hearing.  My custody came through.  Full,” he breathes and I push up so I can look down at him.  My hair falls around us before he finishes, “And permanent.”

“Really?” I smile.

“Really,” he says, not smiling but intense.  “She’ll be fighting her battle in court a long time.  If they find her guilty, which your dad says they have all the evidence they need, she’ll go to jail.  The only thing that will shorten her time is if she takes a plea, but she’ll still do time.  My kids are completely mine.”

My smile softens, “I’m so happy for you.  And for them.”

“For us,” his intensity keeps on and his two words take my breath away.  “I want you here, in my house and my bed.  My kids want you here.  Today was another step in the right direction for me.  My life has been on a shit road the last few years, but I finally feel like I’m taking a turn, a turn I see the four of us on for a long time.”

“Cam,” I whisper, overcome by his words.

He rolls and I’m on my back again, “I mean it, baby.  You think you might want to travel that road with us?”

I blink back my tears, for the second time today overcome with emotion, feeling one fall down my temple to the bed.  I nod and his hand comes up to swipe my tear before he kisses me soft.

“So fucking sweet.  I’ve never had sweet like you,” he whispers when he lets go of my lips.  “I’ve got to get rid of this condom,”

Having no words, I nod and feel him pull out of me, leaving the bed. 

I turn and watch him walk naked to the bathroom and think I’m lucky I’ve already fallen for the Montgomery’s.  If I hadn’t already, I would’ve just crashed and burned.  Hard. 

And I smile, because there’s no going back now. 

“Darlin’, what did you pack?”

“You mentioned a wide range of activities, Cam.  It’s a lot to pack for.”

“I told you we’re only there for three days and two in the car.  You don’t need all this.”

“Cam,” I start and put a hand to my hip.  It’s early-early and we’re standing in his driveway with my suitcases and bags scattered about, ready to load.  I only brought what he told me I would need.  “You said we’re going to be riding horses and I know there’s got to be muck on a ranch.  I had to bring enough for all that, plus the shoes.  Then you said we’ll be swimming since your parents have a pool.  That requires three swim suits, cover ups and sunscreen, I hate putting on a dirty swim suit.  And the way you described your parents’ church, it’s stressing me out so I brought two dresses to choose from.  That means two pairs of heels, not to mention the jewelry.  Then I need normal clothes and something to sit around in at night that’s comfortable, yet appropriate in front of your family.  I bought hostess gifts for your mom and a baby gift for Ellie, I have to make a good impression.  And my mom taught me you never show up empty handed, so I made cinnamon rolls to help with breakfast.”

Staring down at me bewildered, he clarifies, “You made cinnamon rolls to help with breakfast?”

“Yes,” I say frustrated with him. 

He just doesn’t get it.  You don’t show up empty handed when someone’s invited you into their home for the first time.  But of course he doesn’t get it—he doesn’t even clean his own kitchen.  He told me his parents go to a church in their little town and everyone knows everyone.  He even made a point to tell me to bring something nice to wear.  When I asked what ‘nice’ meant, he informed me his mother always wears a hat to church.  I took that as pretty damn nice.  I had to bring a couple of dresses to choose from, just in case.  Who wears a hat anywhere these days, other than maybe to a famous horse race?  To say the least, the more he describes his family, the more it stresses me out, but I go on, “Why are you complaining?  You have a huge SUV, there’s plenty of room.”

He pulls in a big breath of air, moves around me and starts to load my bags, not saying another word. 

“Can we go now?” Jordy complains.

“I get to pick the first movie!” Cara screams as she climbs into her booster seat.

“Fine,” Jordy mutters.  “As long as we can leave.”

I climb in the front passenger seat with all the bags I might need within an arm’s reach during the trip.  I wasn’t kidding when I said I love road trips.  There’s a lot to see and it’s fun to stop at new places along the way.

The kids are buckled in and I start to dig through my bags.  I hear the back end of Cam’s Expedition slam shut and he climbs in the driver’s seat, closing the garage door with my car parked safely inside.  Ariel is staying with Sophia and Lanny, but John Wayne stays at home by himself.  Lanny offered to feed him every day, he’s too persnickety for anyone else to take care of him.  I haven’t won him over yet and he still hisses at me all the time.  Damn cat.

As Cam starts to back out, I hand the kids separate bags with their names on them and say, “Here you go.  Road trip goodie bags.”

Cara squeals, “Yay!” as Jordy asks, “What’s this?”

“A road trip goodie bag,” I repeat.  “But the rule is you have to eat the healthy stuff before you eat the sweet treats.  Goodie bags are the fun part about road trips.”

“Sweet,” Jordy mutters as he digs through his bag.

“A ring pop and Skittles!” Cara keeps up her squeals.

“I got SpongeBob UNO,” Jordy says.

“What did I get?” Cara asks, holding up her deck of cards.

“Old Maid,” Jordy reads her package for her.

“And I got stickers!” she yells.

“I got Mad Libs,” Jordy adds.

“I got a Search and Find and new crayons!” Cara keeps yelling.

I smile as I look at them going through their bags and when I look back to Cam, I realize he’s stopped the car in the middle of Athica Lane and is staring at me.

“What?” I ask.

His look is sort of intense, but it slowly turns into a grin when he finally asks, “Do I get a goodie bag?”

I grin back, “No.  But I do have Cheez-Its and Twizzlers for us.  You can’t go on a road trip without Cheez-Its and Twizzlers.”

His grin grows into a smile and his right hand comes out to tag me behind my head.  He pulls me in and I have to lean on the console when he kisses me to keep my balance.  He’s started kissing me more often in front of the kids, I guess they’re becoming immune to it because Jordy no longer claims it’s “gross.”

Letting me go, we both settle back into our seats and he heads down Athica Lane, finally getting our road trip started.  I pick up my travel mug and settle into my morning coffee.

“Cinnamon rolls smell good,” Cam says, looking forward as he pulls out of the neighborhood.

“Thanks,” I answer into my coffee.

“That’s torture, you know.  Making me smell those for over twelve hours and not getting any until tomorrow for breakfast,” he says like he’s complaining, but I know he’s not because he’s grinning at the road. 

I smile back but stay quiet and put my coffee to my lips.  I think I might just like road trips with Cam even more.

*****

“Please, daddy,” Cara whines.

“We’ll get something to eat in the car,” he says.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” Jordy complains.

“It’s not that far off the highway,” I add.

“It’ll take too long,” Cam argues.

“I wanna see the planes,” Cara backs me up.

“It does say it’s at the end of a little runway, Cam.  It even has some play equipment for the kids.  They can move around, I don’t think it will take that long,” I say.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” Jordy repeats in a higher voice. 

Cam looks to me and I raise my eyebrows smiling, trying one more time to make our plea for lunch.  I’ve had an apple and enough Cheez-It’s and Twizzlers to last the next four road trips.  I need real food. 

He sighs, “Fine, tell me how to get there.”

I smile big as the kids cheer from the back and direct him off the highway where we’ve made it through most of Kansas, right outside of Wichita.  We’re headed to the little restaurant I found on the internet.  It’s at the end of a runway at a tiny airport.  Even though it’s only a couple miles off our route, it looks like it’s in the middle of nowhere.  Cam wanted to stop for fast food, but we’ve been in the car for almost six hours and we could all use a break.  Plus the restaurant looks really cute—it’s decorated with old plane paraphernalia. 

“Darlin’,” Cam complains again as we finally get there.  “We’re in the middle of wheat fields.” 

“I know,” I say as I slip on my flip-flops and grab my purse.  “But look how cute it is.  It’s almost like a golf course for pilots.  All these houses that back to the runway have hangers built on.  Jude would love this.  Maybe they could fly here for lunch someday.”

We all climb out of the car, stretching our stiff road trip bodies and walk into the little airport slash restaurant called Stearman Bar and Grill.  The whole place is decorated from floor to ceiling with pictures of planes, new and old.  There’s an old gas pump at the hostess station and some of the glass tables look like the bases are made of airplane parts.  We look out through the main restaurant and there’s an open area with patio tables.  The walls, made of enormous industrial garage doors have been completely lifted, opening the space to the outdoors.  We hear the buzz of a plane, and look outside to see a yellow and blue biplane landing right next to the restaurant. 

“Four?” a woman asks who’s wearing a Stearman shirt and some cute short shorts. 

“Can we sit out there?” Cara asks, jumping up and down.

“Sure,” she smiles, proving to be friendly but a woman of few words. 

As we follow her through the restaurant toward the outdoor seating, Jordy states matter-of-factly, “That’s a big-ass fan.”

I’m shocked and hear Cam growl, “Jordy.”

“What?” he asks and when I look down, he’s looking up, pointing to the ceiling.  “See, it’s a Big Ass Fan.”

We all look up.  I knew Jordy’s a good reader, so he has no trouble reading those three short words printed in the center of the massive fan spanning most of the room.  Not only is it a big-ass fan, but it’s a Big Ass Fan.  When I say it covers the entire restaurant, it really covers the entire restaurant.  Each blade has to be at least fifteen feet long. 

“Oh,” I say and look to Cam.  He smiles and puts a hand to Jordy’s back shaking his head, nudging him forward. 

Once we all get through the bathrooms, we order drinks and the kids scatter toward the play equipment.  I start to study my options. 

“What are you getting?” Cam asks, quickly looking over his own menu.

“Hmm,” I think.

“We’ve gotta get a move on, you don’t have time to hem and haw,” he says, tossing his menu to the table.

“What are you having?” I ask.

“I’m not telling you,” he says.

“Why not?” I frown.

“Because I’ve learned my lesson. I don’t decide until you order,” he leans back in his chair, pulling his Oakley’s down over his eyes as he looks up to the planes.

“Seriously?” I ask.

“Yep,” he says, not looking back.

“That’s silly,” I state as the same woman comes back to us who played hostess.  I guess they’re all multi-taskers here.

“What’ll it be?” she asks.

“Um,” I give Cam a glare and decide.  “I’ll have the Flyover Philly Cheesesteak Sandwich with sweet potato fries.”

Cam smiles with approval, orders for the kids and a Buffalo Chicken Pizza for himself. 

“Wait,” I call, deciding to switch it up.  “I want to change mine to the Spinach Walnut Salad.  I’ve had enough junk today.”

“No she doesn’t,” Cam frowns.  “She wants the Philly Sandwich.”

“I want the salad,” I frown back.

Cam ignores me and looks to our multi-tasker, “The sandwich.  Thanks.”

I watch her walk away and complain, “What did you do that for?”

Cam looks to me and I feel his hand come through my patio chair, grabbing my bottom giving me a firm squeeze, “Baby, I’ve gotten used to you stealing half my meal when we go out.  I even find it funny.  But I don’t want a salad.  If I’m only gonna get part of my pizza, I want the Philly Sandwich.”

Then he leans closer and kisses me fast, giving me another firm squeeze.  Well, I guess that’s sort of fair.  He is driving a long way today and every time I ask if he wants a break he smiles, shaking his head no.  I’ll just have to eat healthy when I get to Texas.

  Our drinks are plopped down in front of us efficiently by our no nonsense server.  The next thing I know, Jordy and Cara are yelling while pointing at the sky, “Look!”

We look up and see parachutes attached to skydivers falling from the heavens.  Jordy and Cara are at the wrought iron fence, anxiously anticipating their landing. 

I look over at Cam and reach out for his hand to get his attention, “See, aren’t you glad we stopped?  It’s lunch
and
a show.”

Cam threads my fingers through his and shakes his head.

*****

“Wake up,” I feel a hand brush my cheek.  Opening my eyes, I see the sun is low and we’re on a country road.  I push up in my seat and lower my feet from the dash, turning to Cam.  Through his window, I see a high brick wall trimmed in limestone.  He looks at me, “Almost there.”

“Sorry, I fell asleep,” I say as I reach to my purse for my brush and lip gloss. 

“Jordy, Cara.  Wake up,” he calls.

“Are we there?” Jordy asks sleepy-like while I pull a brush through my hair.

“Just turning in, buddy,” Cam says as he slows down and takes a turn.

When we turn, the brick wall opens into a massive gate that has a “M” scrolled in the iron.  It’s plain to see the cameras pointed every which way.  Cam rolls down his window and pulls up to a speaker system with lots of buttons. 

He pushes a button and after a few rings, we hear a woman’s voice, “Hell-O.”

“Mom,” Cam says.  “We’re here.”

I jump when I hear a scream come over the speakers, “Ahhh!  Kipp!  They’re here!  They’re here!”

Cam tips his head and whispers so his mom can’t hear over the speakers, “I did not exaggerate.”

“I guess not,” I whisper back. 

The gates in front of us slowly open, the scrolling “M” separating in the middle.  Cam pulls through and the property is hilly with live oaks everywhere, the single lane winding in and out.  The trees finally open up and when we come around a bend, there’s a huge home dressed in limestone.  Cam said his parents lived on a ranch and I’ve never been to a ranch before, let alone a ranch in Texas.  I didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t this.  This hardly looks ranch-like.  Maybe upscale ranch, or even upper-upscale ranch.

The limestone is surrounded by heavy brown trim with shuttered windows.  The house is two stories with dormers extending out over a dark metal roof.  A porch lines the front, sneaking around the side, making me wonder if it surrounds the house.  Beyond, I see what looks to be an enormous barn, but it doesn’t look like most barns.  This one is painted a creamy off-white to match the limestone on the house with the same roof and trim.  The property goes on forever and it’s hard to believe Cam grew up here.  I’m excited to see the cowboy side of him.