Facing Me (18 page)

Without a word,
I unbutton her jeans then slip my hand inside.  My fingers slowly part
her, before plunging deep into her warmth.  Cam angles her hips, gripping
my shirt so hard her knuckles change color. “Aiden, please,” she pants,
desperately grinding against my hand.  The need to possess her is so
strong.  I need to watch her explode against my hand, to come on my
fingers so hard that I have to kiss her to swallow her cries.  I need her
to give it all over to me; right now nothing else matters.  I can’t think
of anything I have ever wanted more.  I can’t deal with the jealousy, the
pain of knowing she tried to forget me; all I can do is push it deep down and
lock it away for as long as I can.  Touch her, to remind myself that she’s
real and that she’s here with me now.      

“Do you want to
come Camaron?” I ask, slowing my fingers.  My thumb brushing over her
clit, making her body jolt; burying her face in my chest, she just nods. “You
have to tell me, Cam.  Just think about it; if you scream everyone out
there eating will hear you and know it was me making you feel this way.” I whisper
against her ear, making her shudder.  Her arousal coats my fingers, only
making me ravenous for more.

Dropping to my
knees, I yank her jeans and panties down to her knees; exposing her to me
fully.  Cam looks down briefly before her eyes flutter closed. “Watch,” I
growl, “You’ll watch every second Cam, or I won’t let you come.  I want
you to see me plunge my tongue into that sweet pussy of yours and devour every
single inch of it.” Her eyes open, instantly meeting mine. “And, if I see fit,
you’ll scream the place down while I pull your orgasm from you.  They all
belong to me Camaron, every last fuckin’ one of them.” I bite out, my hands
sliding up her thighs, slowly inching higher. 

Leaning in, my
tongue runs up her inner thigh, just shy of where she really wants it.  My
dick is so hard it is pounding against my zipper, begging to sink into her and
give us both what we want.  Cam moves her hips, pleading silently for me
to give her my mouth, but she’s not quite frantic enough yet.  I move my
lips up along her pelvic bone, nipping with my teeth teasingly.  I push
her back against the wall then press kisses down the inside of her thigh.
“Aiden, please,” she pants urgently, “I can’t take anymore.”

My fingers part
her, my tongue grazing her clit.  Cam’s body jumps, her body shuddering
already with her approaching orgasm.  I circle lazily with my tongue, long
enough to let her stop trembling before plunging to fingers into her
heat.  My lips sucking her clit into my mouth; just as it pulses, I release
it only to repeat the process over again. “Ah, Aiden, please let me come.”
Camaron pants, her body clamping down on my fingers. 

“Now.” I roar
against her clit, sucking it into my mouth hard.  My fingers pumping and
twisting in her pussy as her climax slams through her body.  Camaron bites
her hand, to keep from screaming her release but I don’t let up.  I
rotate, licking and sucking, determined to drive her out of her mind.  To
remind her, without a doubt, who she belongs to, who deserves to claim every
inch of her for the rest of her life.  Determined to push her farther than
she ever has been before, by anyone else.  Jealousy eating at my gut, yet
I know no one has ever brought her to the heights that I have.  No one
ever will.  Cam and I were made for each other, we are perfectly
balanced.  I could almost come without her touching me right now, just
taking every last drop of her cum is better than any nameless chick I’ve ever
banged.  Her legs shake, knees buckling under the strain, but I hold her
against the wall until the only sounds in the room are her harsh breaths and
whimpering.  

*Camaron*

Coming down from
my orgasm, I stare blankly at Aiden.  He stands only to slam his mouth
over mine, it’s rough and demanding.  Whatever is going through his head
right now isn’t good.  He is feeling insecure for some reason; but all I
want to do is reassure him that everything is okay.  Aiden presses against
me, his tongue diving into my mouth so that I can taste myself on him. 
Breaking the kiss, Aiden just looks at me with a wicked grin. “It’s not every
day I get to eat dessert first.” He says, smacking his lips together.

Turning to the
sink, he yanks some paper towels from the holder before washing his face and
hands.  I straighten myself up and right my clothes just in time for him
to toss his towels in the trash.  Aiden steps up to me, searching my
eyes.  I’m unable to move, pinned by his stare. “If I knew no one would
come back here looking for us, I’d bend your sexy ass over that changing table
and claim you over and over again Camaron.” He says, toying with a strand of my
hair. “Too bad, we don’t have time for that.  Until then, remember who you
belong to.” He kisses me, softly on the lips confusing me all the more. 

“Of course I
know who I belong to Aiden.  What’s going on?” I ask, but all he does is
run his thumb over my lips.  His expression is unreadable, except
something almost sad lingering in his eyes. 

“You’ve let
someone else kiss these since you left me, haven’t you Camaron?” He asks, his
voice barely a whisper.

The shock hits
me like a slap across the face. That’s what this is all about?  He is
jealous of kisses when he expected me to be okay with him sticking his dick to
random sluts at every tour stop?  Oh hell no.  I shove at him, anger
coursing through my body. “Oh, so I kissed a guy to feel something, anything,
other than the pain of losing you.” I scream, in frustration. “I was trying to
move on Aiden, but I couldn’t!  You wouldn’t leave my head or my heart.”
Getting up in his face, I bite back my tears. “All it did was prove I couldn’t
feel this with anyone else but you, you asshole!” I blurt, gesturing between
us.

“Who was it?” He
growls, stepping back into my space. “Who did you run to thinking he could
soothe the ache I leave you with Cam?  No one will ever be enough for
either of us, that’s why we can’t be apart.” His mouth presses into a hard
line, while he watches my eyes. “I never gave any bitch my kiss Cam. 
Never.” He grounds out. “That is an intimacy I only give you.  I let you
in, but even if you didn’t sleep with anyone, they got something I wanted only
for myself.” Aiden’s thumb runs along my mouth, tracing my bottom lip. “Our
first kiss wasn’t your last first kiss, but it should’ve been.”

“Aiden, it was
just a kiss.  It only solidified you irreplaceable in my mind; in my
heart.” I whisper against his thumb.

He just shakes
his head, sadness invading his features. “You just don’t get it Cam.  I
never wanted to claim someone’s mouth the way that I did yours that first night
we met.  The moment I saw you I had to posses you; ruin you for everyone
else, just as you did me.  It hurts to know that you didn’t hold that as
sacred as I did.  Is being here to fix me part of your job too? 
Gotta take care of poor wounded Aiden?”

“You’re an ass
if you think that’s all this is.” I murmur, with a laugh. “Listen, I’m sorry
for my end of things.  I know now that I should have never left you, but I
wouldn’t be as sure of everything we can be together, now, if I hadn’t.  I
saw pictures of all the other women you flirted with, it only made me stronger
in myself.  Knowing that you weren’t giving them what you gave to
me.  They didn’t get Aiden in private like I did.” His eyes widen, while
he processes my words. “You can sulk and be pissy that I kissed Luke, but know
this, Aiden.  Both of us fucked up and parted ways.  We’ve both made
mistakes that we can’t change.  All we can do is move forward; either
together or apart.  You know what I want, now get your damn head on
straight and figure out what you want.  It should be enough to know that
I’m here now.  I sure as shit am not here just for the damn job, it was
never about just doing a JOB!” I shout and walk out of the bathroom leaving him
standing there.

In the hallway,
I close my eyes and lean against the wall.  Knowing that what I said was
an ultimatum.  I’ve left the choice of our future in Aiden’s hands. 
He can choose to end this right now between us, but could I just walk away if
he did?  Would I give him up again, this time for good?  I know Aiden
is hurt.  I understand what he is saying, but I got text messages from
Daisy.  Aiden kissing another woman not long after they left Vegas, then
more of him pouring on the charm to groupies.  At the time it had hurt,
more than I could describe.  Now, it just pisses me off.  Is this
Aiden’s way of playing a double standard?  It’s okay for him to do what he
wants, but I’m off limits to anyone but him. “I guess kisses from diner
waitresses don’t count.” I mutter sarcastically at the image of Aiden in my
head. “Forgot about that shit didn’t you?”

“I kissed her
cheek to make you jealous. I was so sure you would come back to me; when you
did, I just screwed it up.” Aiden’s words make me jump.  My eyes fly open
to see him standing just out of my reach in the hall, watching me with regret
etching his features. “Cam,” He starts, “There’s a lot of shit that I did
wrong.” Reaching out, he grabs my hand, “Way more than I can ever begin to
apologize for, but please don’t give up on me.”  

The breath
lodges in my throat.  Is that what he thinks, that I could just walk away
without another word? “A lot has happened, Aiden, neither of us was ready for a
relationship.” His breath hitches at my words, I know he wants to argue that
point, but he doesn’t.  It kills me to be the voice of reality, but it’s
true.  There has been so much left unsaid between us that I don’t want to
have any secrets between us anymore, the thoughts lingering in my head, have to
come out. “So much has happened and one, or both, of us could want out tomorrow. 
I don’t know what the future holds for us, Aiden; I do know that I’m not ready
to stop fighting for this.  Being apart from you hurt so badly, I can’t
even imagine feeling that way again and surviving it.  I don’t want to
look back on my life and ask ‘what if’.”

“I love you Cam,
and I know all of this isn’t easy.  Hell, I’m not easy; but God I want
this with you.  I want to wake up, wherever I am, knowing that it’s you
sleepin’ beside me.  Shaft is my career and up until one night in a bar,
it was my life.  I love it, but
you
are my dream.  That night
in New Orleans, everything changed but I didn’t really know how much at the
time.  You’re my future and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that to
you.” His lips brush over mine, softly.  My hands fist in his shirt,
kissing him back with everything I have.  Everything that he just said to
me, hits my heart, shattering it to the core.  Aiden doesn’t sugar coat
shit with pretty words; that first night he didn’t try to sweep me off my feet
with smooth lines or promises.  He is blunt and to the point, that’s why
this rocks me to my core.  What I want to do is pull back, tell him I love
him too.  I want to say that I’ll never leave him.  That no matter
what happens he is stuck with me because I wouldn’t be whole unless I was with
him, but a loud crash from the dining room makes both of us run toward the
table. 

“I know you took
it,” Hunter growls across the table waving his fork around like a knife. “I
have no problem going to jail over defending my bacon.”

“Hunter,” I
shriek, reaching the table. “What the hell are you doing?  We aren’t even
halfway to Macon and you’ve done nothing but cause trouble.  Can’t you sit
down and chill out for one damn day?” I huff, sitting in my chair where my food
sits next to Aiden’s untouched. 

Everyone looks
around at the scene before us; Hunter wielding a damn fork, Mack’s wide eyed
expression, but I keep calm.  I mean if everyone goes as crazy as Hunter
the world would be in chaos. “You’re being ridiculous, there’s more in the damn
kitchen.  If I order you more, will you sit your ass down and behave like
an adult please?” I ask, as if pleading with a rebellious child.

Just like I
figured, Hunter rights his chair before sitting down to dive into the rest of
his food. “More bacon is always the best way to end disputes.” He blurts around
a mouthful of fries. “You’re such a great problem solver,” pointing his fork at
me, he grins, “this is what we were missing when Tad-tastic was running
things.  Cam is so hands on.” He chuckles.

“No hands,
Cunter, but I’ve got a finger for ya.” I quip, flipping him off. “Henry can you
go see about getting him his weight in bacon before we leave?” I ask, “I have a
feeling we’re going to need it.”

“I don’t like
the pussy ridin’ along on this trip, Henry.  I say we text that tiny bitch
you’ve been puttin’ it to while we’ve been coolin’ our heels in Nashville and
get her to meet us in Macon.” Hunter teases, when Aiden sits down wrapping his
arm around the back of the chair.

Henry lifts his
shades to the top of his head, meeting him with an angry stare. “Listen very
carefully, Katheryn is not a bitch for you to mess around with.  Man, I
love you like a brother so I’ll lay this out straight for you,” leaning in
closely, he grins. “She thinks you’re gay.”

“You’re full of
shit!” He shouts, spitting fries onto the table. “Women would revolt if I
switched teams.”

Henry tosses his
hands up, with a shrug. “Hey, she just made an observation last night. 
I’ll give her this much, the lady can present a convincing case.  I better
get shit paid up if we’re ever gonna get to Macon by tonight.  You guys
all need a night out before the show tomorrow to unwind with all this stress
shit.”