Kiss This (33 page)

Teague slowly shrugged his shoulders as he
turned the TV on and then he smiled. “Yeah, they are. She’s nothing
like I’m used to, Jay. God, it’s so nice to be with a strong,
independent girl for once. She lives her life and keeps truckin’,
you know? But despite her tough character, she’s so fucking
adorable. I sound like a total pussy, I know, but she’s sure a
beautiful piece of work.”

Jay smiled but shook his head with surprise.
“Yeah, normally I’d call you a pussy for a remark like that, but I
can see she makes you happy, man. That’s cool, Teague. I’m glad.
You deserve it. But if she breaks your heart, I might not be
accountable for my actions, pal.”

Just the thought of that almost gave Teague
a sick chill, but he shook it off. “No need to worry. She’s not
like that.”

“You haven’t known her for long,” Jay
pointed out bluntly.

“I didn’t say that I
trust
her
entirely,” Teague scowled, feeling a bit riled. “That’s a whole
other thing. But I’m just talking about her character. She’s sweet
to the core. Feisty as hell, but she’s got a heart.”

“And how does she feel about
you
?”

Teague took a moment to consider it. Camryn
had been scared to get close to him and he understood why, but the
fact that she’d given him as much as she had told him a lot. “We’re
on the same page. She’s overcome a lot in her life, which explains
why she’s so guarded. When she was a teenager her dad died in a
logging accident. Then she lost her fiancé overseas a few years
later. Her mom is kind of a flake, and now she’s going through a
lot with her sister.”

“Like what?”

Teague found some UFC to watch as he filled
Jay in on a little bit about Melanie. Both girls were expected to
show up sometime that night, so Teague figured he’d give Jay a
heads up.

“Is she hot?”

Teague looked at him to make sure he was
serious. “Melanie?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “Does she look like
Camryn?”

“Yeah, you can tell they’re sisters.
Melanie’s skinny, though. Wears more makeup.”

Jay thought about it for a moment. “But
she’s hot, right?”

Teague chuckled. “Yeah, she’s cute. She’s
way different than Camryn, though.”

“Different how?”

“Well, kind of a social butterfly, I guess.
She’s young, very flirtatious.”

“How old is she?”

“Umm…nineteen, I think. But her birthday’s
next month. Twenty.”

“Hmm,” Jay considered.

“What? You can’t be serious. And she’s
pregnant, Jay. Don’t get involved in that kind of stuff unless you
mean it.”

“Hey, I’m just thinking about being a good
friend to her.”

“Right. I’m warning you right now to back
off. She’s a very…persuadable girl. It’s what she and Camryn fight
about all the time.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll be the usual ass.”

Teague laughed. “Just don’t mess with her or
Camryn will castrate you.”

“Yeah, I don’t doubt that,” Jay
murmured.

***

“Why are there so many cars here?” Melanie
asked as Camryn pulled up to Teague’s house that evening.

Camryn recognized Kellie’s car, but there
were a few other vehicles there as well. “Hmm, I don’t know. Teague
said Jay was back, but I didn’t know anything about other
people.”

“Ooh, this will be fun!” Melanie squealed.
She hopped out of Camryn’s car and grabbed her bag from the
back.

But Camryn was a little skeptical as she
eyed the four-bedroom house. Teague had invited her to stay with
him for the week since she didn’t have any dance commitments, and
he included Melanie too, but he didn’t say anything about having a
houseful tonight.

“Don’t look so grumpy,” Melanie scolded,
looping her arm through Camryn’s.

“I’m not,” Camryn smiled. “I’m just…”

“Over thinking, as usual. Grab your bag,
let’s go!”

Camryn removed her bag from the trunk and
followed Melanie up the walkway. Her sister just walked right into
the house like it was her own.

“Hey everyone!” she announced cheerily.

Several heads craned their direction and
Camryn wanted to hide. But Melanie waved and said, “I’m Melanie.
This is Camryn.” Then she spotted Teague as he stuck his head out
of the kitchen and she said, “Teague, you didn’t have to surprise
us with a
party
! How sweet of you!”

All of the guys were already drooling over
Melanie, Camryn noticed. She shut the door behind her as her sister
dropped the bag she was carrying and went right into being adored
by a crowd of people.

“How come
you
still don’t make
yourself at home like that?” Teague joked as he joined Camryn in
the entryway.

“Because I’m not an obnoxious teenager?” she
replied.

He smiled as he gathered her in his arms and
held her tight. “Did your drive go okay? Last I heard you were a
half-hour away, and now it’s seven.”

“Someone claimed her baby was craving Taco
Bell.” She pulled away to look at him as she wrapped her arms
around his neck. “And I told her I needed to see my man, but she
promised I could name her firstborn if I stopped. Sorry, hon.”

“Well hell, how could you pass
that
up?” he chuckled.

“I know, right? I mean she’s gonna resent
choosing Taco Bell over her little Bartholomew, but what can I say?
A deal’s a deal.”

“You’re gonna name it
Bart
? What if
it’s a girl?”

“Even better.”

“You’re wicked,” he smiled. “But can I be
there when you tell her?”

“Of course.”

Teague pulled her closer to give her a
proper hello. During their lip lock Jay patted them both on the
back and said, “Is this the new guest greeting policy? I’m
next.”

“Back off, fucker,” Teague smiled, shoving
him away.

Jay grinned and said, “Hey, Camryn. Nice to
see you again.”

“You too. You have more hair now?” she
observed. The dark hair looked good on him with his sapphire blue
eyes and charming McCallan smile.

He rubbed the inch of hair that had grown
out. “Yeah, got tired of the old ladies up north thinking I was a
cancer patient. But I might shave it again. Dunno which I like
better.”

She shrugged. “I think you look good either
way, so it doesn’t matter.”

Jay smiled and slapped Teague on the back.
“Your girl just said I’m hot.”

As Jay walked away, Camryn laughed and said,
“Whatever gets him through the day.” But another face caught her
attention and the guy saw her at the same time. She narrowed her
eyes at his baby blues when he smiled. “Ken doll?”

Teague was visibly confused as Kenton walked
over to them.

“Hello again, Camryn,” Ken greeted her.

“Ken doll?” Teague asked, looking between
the two of them.

Understanding was finally setting in as
Camryn looked from Teague to Ken and back to Teague again. “You
sent him over to do some recon?” she accused with a half-smile. She
lightly shoved Teague as he chuckled. “On New Year’s Eve? That’s
low, Teague,” she teased, shaking her head.

“Hey, had to do what I had to do,” he
argued. “So what if I took a buddy with me for moral support? It
was mainly so I’d have someone to drive my crying ass home if you
rejected me.”

“I call bullshit!” she laughed. “You sent
him over to test the waters. I’m not sure if I should be upset
about that or not.”

“You think I invited him here thinking you’d
forget a face? I know you were totally ready to go home with Kenton
if he hadn’t pushed you away.”

She smiled at Ken, who seemed unsure if they
were joking or not. “Hell yeah I would’ve,” she answered. “Who
would pass up that face?”

“Hey, I’m just a pawn, here,” Ken protested,
holding up his hands. “I was asked a favor, and then I sent the
text. Mission accomplished.”

“Oh? And what text would that be?” Camryn
asked sweetly.

Ken fumbled for an answer until Teague said,
“Don’t look into her eyes,” and pulled her away from him. He picked
up her bag and headed for the hallway, taking her with him. “Don’t
use your charm to get information from my friends,” he warned
playfully.

“Ooh, or what?” she smiled as he pushed her
into his room.

“Or I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” He
dropped her bag on the floor and locked the door behind them.

“No, please don’t do that,” she replied,
trying not to laugh.

He shut all the curtains and switched a lamp
on, watching Camryn the entire time. She was turned on by the
hungry look in his eye, and as he stalked a predatory circle around
her, she slowly licked her lips to entice him. He stopped and
tilted his head to study her, and the way his eyes undressed her
like that, she felt a hot reaction between her legs.

“Didn’t you say you wanted me to show you
what I did to myself during our phone sex?” she finally asked him.
She held in a laugh when his eyes went big and he swallowed. But he
only stood there and stared at her. “Is that huge boner affecting
your speech?” she smiled.

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Something
like that.”

She walked over to him, and since he was
standing next to the bed, she shoved him backwards onto it.
Climbing over him and straddling his lap she smiled seductively and
said, “Well we don’t need words anyways, do we big guy?”

She attacked his lips like she couldn’t get
enough of them. Which she couldn’t, since it’d been two days since
she last saw him. After the whole ordeal with Melanie and Jordan,
Teague stayed two nights instead of one, and makeup sex was
phenomenal. Whatever appointment he had to get back to LA for got
blown off, and he spent a second day with her instead. Last night
she called him just as he was getting in from the gym, and all it
took was to whisper, “What do you think I’m wearing?” and she had
his full participation.

“This is getting in my way,” she now said,
impatiently tugging his shirt up. She sat back on his thighs as he
removed it, and then Teague gripped her hips and pulled her
forward.

“Take yours off too,” he told her.

With a smile she shimmied her shirt up,
revealing a black and green bra that was trimmed in lace.

Teague wet his lips and exhaled. “Okay, here
are the terms. You wanna play?”

She slowly smiled. “Of course.”

He continued to move against her as he said,
“If your panties match your bra, we sixty-nine it right off the
bat. Deal?”

She tried not to laugh. He was so betting
that she was wearing a matching set. “And if they don’t?”

“You striptease for me.”

She gave him a questionable look. “So
there’s no downside for you with these terms.”

“Uh, no?” he smiled at her. “We just let a
silly fact decide our fun.”

“Silly, huh. You think my panties are
silly?”

He grunted. “Hell no. But take off your
pants before I rip them off you.”

“I thought if my underwear doesn’t match, I
striptease for you.”

“You’re saying they don’t match?”

“I’m saying you ripping off my pants defeats
the purpose of a striptease.”

“Then you’ll start from your bra and
underwear. And you’ll dance for me like the other night.”

She raised an eyebrow. He was beginning to
think she didn’t have matching underwear now and was trying to get
more out of the deal. This was too fun. “But wait,” she smiled.
“What if I’m not wearing
any
underwear?”

His eyes went huge. “Holy shit. Well, um,
then I tie you to the bed and fuck you like mad.”

“So there really isn’t a downside to
this?”

“Jesus Christ, woman. I’m gonna jack myself
off if you don’t get with it.”

She covered her mouth so she didn’t laugh
out loud. “You’d really deprive yourself of—”

Teague flung her onto her back and knelt
beside her. “You’re making me upset, Camryn,” he playfully growled.
“Fucking hell, you and your smartass remarks…”

She couldn’t help but laugh that time as he
yanked her pants open. Just watching how desperate he was to
discover what was underneath was priceless, and when he pulled her
jeans off her legs, he just stared at her for a second, looking her
over as she lay across his bed.

“What the hell were the terms again?” he
licked his lips with confusion.

“Striptease,” she informed him with a
chuckle.

He looked over her barely-there black
panties and blinked. “But wait, isn’t this a matching set?”

She shook her head, but now she was the one
getting a little desperate for some action. “No, they’re just a
pair of black underwear but I didn’t buy them together. Teague, do
you want me or not?”

He yanked his pants and underwear off in one
motion and then literally tore her skimpy panties right off of her.
Camryn wasn’t sure which Teague she had tonight—the one that would
insist on extra protection, or the one that got too caught up in
the moment to second guess her.

Caught up in the moment.

He stripped off her bra, pinned her hands
above her head, and was inside of her within seconds, balls deep as
he assaulted her lips with his. She braced her feet on the bed and
worked with him, moaning into his mouth with nearly every thrust.
After a minute he reached back and pulled her leg up over his
shoulder, told her how beautiful she was and how good she felt, and
then pushed into her harder.

Camryn climaxed, and then Teague—who had to
bury his face into the bed in case he decided to yell something
out. He muttered something about putting on loud music next
time.

“Good thing you have a king-sized bed,”
Camryn noted, glancing around as she caught her breath.

Teague smiled and dropped next to her as he
exhaled. “I kinda screwed you from one end to the other, huh?”

“Yeah pretty much. I was about to do a back
bend onto the floor if you slid me any further.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You can do stuff
like that? You’ve been holding out on me?”