Ten Year Crush (21 page)

He slides his hands up my sides, dragging my hoodie and shirt up with them. The touch sends goose bumps and a shiver from my head to my toes. He pulls my shirt over my head and spins me around to face him.

“You’re so beautiful.” He runs his fingertips over my chest and uses his pointer finger to run the outline of my baby pink lace bra.

He drags his finger between my breasts, further to my stomach, and stops on the button of my jeans as a blazing inferno sets off in my body, spreading through my veins and settling in my core. Using two fingers, he snaps the button free, and then unzips my pants. Removing them slowly, kissing down my body as he moves lower. My breath hitches and my head falls back on a moan.

“You like that?” He drags his lips from hip to hip, right above my matching panties.

“Mmmhmm.”

“Raise your feet, one at a time, so I can get your shoes off.”

I place my hands on his shoulders and love the feel of his rippling muscles as he finishes undressing me.

He cups my calves and slowly runs his hands up the back of my legs, stopping when he reaches my ass. He leans his head on my stomach and groans. “Turn around for me.”

I do as he asks.

He sucks in a breath. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Oh god. Your ass is going to be the death of me.”

I turn back to face him and he stands.

“Good.” I pull his head down, and bite and lick his lips. “I’m crazy for you.”

He tangles his hands in my hair and attacks my mouth in a hot and needy kiss, grinding his erection into me. My panties dampen with my arousal and I let out a whimper, digging my nails into his back.

He growls and tackles me to the couch, taking my mouth in a hard passionate kiss. “Bend over the arm of the couch. I want to see that sexy ass while I fuck you.” He stands and starts unbuckling his jeans.

Chest heaving, I raise my hips to take my drenched panties off.

He shakes his head. “Leave them.” He pulls his pants and boxer briefs just low enough to release his erection.

I make a mental note to wear boy shorts more often. His cock is in his hand and with each stroke, my pussy clenches with anticipation. A drop of his arousal glistens on the tip. I lick my lips, wanting to taste him, feel him in my mouth.

“Not this time, baby. Get that ass in the air.”

I scramble to get on my knees, put my hands on the arm of the couch, hold myself up, and push my butt in the air.

“It’s going to be fast.”

“Uh huh.” I wiggle my hips, silently begging him to relieve the ache.

He smacks my behind just enough that it’s on the thin line of pleasure and pain, causing the ache to intensify and my core to pulse. “Ahh.” I yell out and my head drops forward.

“You like that, don’t you?” He rubs the sting out.

“Mmhmm.”

“My little Thumper likes it rough, does she?” He smacks the other cheek.

I moan and feel my arousal run down my thigh. “Yes!”

Bending one of his legs, he puts it between my leg and the couch and the other is on the floor. Pulling my panties to the side, he grabs my shoulder with the other hand and slams into me.

I scream out. My legs shake and I feel like I’ll collapse from the pleasure.

He lets out a roar and starts a maddening rhythm, pulling out slowly and slamming back into me. I move my hips trying to speed him up and he smacks my ass again.

“Greedy? What do you want, baby?” He pulls almost all the way out only leaving his tip in, and then slowly starts rocking his hips only giving me an inch of himself.

“Faster.” I whimper.

“You better hang on.” He pushes my chest down on the arm of the couch and turns my head to the side.

I bend my arms and grip the armrest, ready for him to slam into me. He continues his slow torture. “Please.” As soon as the word comes out of my mouth, he lets loose and starts thrusting his hips in a punishing rhythm. “Yes! Don’t. Stop.” He’s pounding into me so hard that his balls are slapping my clit, pushing me closer to the brink.

“Is this what you wanted?” He starts grinding his hips when he’s buried to the hilt, only to pull back out and ram back in.

My body is buzzing, I’m close. “Gonna. Come.” I pant out.

“Give it to me.” He reaches around my hip and presses on my bundle of nerves, making fast circle motions. That’s all it takes.

I slam my eyes shut and lights burst behind my eyelids. Arching my back, I cry out, “Oh god! Mmmmm”

“Your,” Cam pants, “pussy is squeezing my dick.”

He speeds up his pace, working towards his own release. I move one of my arms under my body and cup his balls in my hand, gently tugging and rolling them in my hand.

His thrusts become irregular, so I know he’s close. When he pushes in, I grind my hips back on him. “Oh fuck! Gabby!” His body locks up tight and his warm seed fills me.

“Holy Mary, Mother of God. Are you fucking kidding me?”

I scream and jump at the sound of Tiffany’s voice, causing Cam to pull out of me and bend his shaft.
Oh sweet Jesus, just kill me now!

“Ow. Shit.”

“Sorry. Oh god. I’m sorry.” I grab him and hold it, no clue what I’m doing. Like holding it is going to make it better? Then, I realize that Tiff is just standing there staring at us.

She doubles over laughing. “I don’t want to see that shit again, but Gabby you should see your face. I bet we could fry an egg on it. And you’re sitting there holding his dick.”

Cam sits back on his knees, shaking with silent laughter.

“You both can kiss my ass.” I get up off the couch. “I’m going to go drown myself now.”

“You have a bedroom! Use it.” Tiff shouts after me.

“I’m never having sex again, so don’t worry about it,” I shout back to her.

“Hey! I veto that.” Cam shouts and starts to run after me. I hope he at least tucked himself back in his pants.

How many people are going to get front row seats to our love life? And can someone really die from mortification?

Chapter Twenty-Seven

*Cam*

Tonight is the Florida Georgia Line concert. I’m going to surprise Gabby with a hotel room in Lexington. It’s been a couple of weeks since we got together and it’s been amazing. Tiffany is always at the house so it makes it harder for us to spend time with just the two of us, other than going out to dinner or something like that. There are still people around, so it will be nice to have a place to ourselves. Plus, Gabby can be as loud as she wants and won’t have to bury her head in a pillow, biting the sheets, or me, trying to muffle her screams. Not that I mind, I like it when she gets wild, sinking her nails and teeth into me.

I shake my head and chuckle. I never would have thought Gabby could be such a sex kitten. I wonder what else she’s hiding that I’ve yet to uncover. I love the way she screams my name when she’s bent over. My dick throbs, cutting into the fly of my pants.
Think about something else or it’s going to be a long night.
I quickly adjust myself. Name NFL teams
…
Bengals, Seahawks, Jets, Rams.
I’d like to ram
—
Shut it
. Jets, Colts, Buccaneers, Cowboys.
She likes ridin’ this cowboy
. Shit, not working. Puppies. They have
got
to be safe. Labs, Chows, Poodle, Boxer, Akita, Pit, Golden Retriever...

My body temperature starts to cool and my pants loosen.
Will I always lose all control around Gabby?
I’m like a man out in a desert and Gabby is my own personal glass of water. I crave her non-stop now that I’ve had a drink.

I pull up to Gabby’s and shut the truck off, jumping out and jogging up the steps. After our first weekend together, we didn’t want to be apart, so I’ve pretty much moved in. Turning the knob, the door opens.
She’ll hear about that later.
Walking in, I don’t see her anywhere.
Still upstairs getting dressed.
“Hey, baby, you about ready?”

“You’re here!” There’s some shuffling and a bang. “Give me a minute and I’ll be down. Just have to grab my shoes.”

I make my way up the stairs, not wanting to wait another minute to lay my eyes on her. Gabby was always on my mind before, but now she is all that I think about. With all the Brandon shit, I worry about her. He sent her another text telling her he’s sorry, but other than that he’s left her alone. Smart choice.

“Don’t you dare come up here.” Gabby stops me half way up. “We’ll never leave.”

“Hurry up then.” I suck in a sharp breath. Holy fucking shit! Her hair is lying in loose, wavy curls around her shoulders. She has on a cropped blue-jean jacket that ends right beneath her round breasts that are on full display in a cream-colored dress that cuts off right above her knees. And to top the outfit off, and make my mouth water, she’s wearing brown cowboy boots.

“I’m right here, cowboy,” Gabby says with an exaggerated southern drawl, standing at the top landing.

“You
—
” I croak out and clear my throat.

“See something you like?” Gabby tosses out before I can try speaking again.

“More than
like
. I’m two seconds away from taking you back upstairs and saying to hell with the concert.”

“I don’t think so, stud. What is it you always say?” She taps her finger on her chin and cocks out a hip. Her eyes sparkle with mischief. “Oh, yeah. Anticipation. It’ll make it better later.” She winks and pats my chest as she struts past me on the steps.

Watching her ass and hips sway as the dress swishes across her thighs, I groan and reach down to rearrange myself in my now uncomfortable jeans. “You’ll pay for that later.”

“I’m counting on it,” she says with a sly smile. “Maybe I’ll be extra bad so you can spank me.”

“Gabby,” I growl and lunge for her.

She squeals and darts out of my reach. “Okay. I’m sorry; I’ll be good. I really don’t want to miss this concert.” She holds her hands in the air and pouts.

“Then stop torturing me.” I reach for her again and this time she doesn’t pull away. I softly kiss her lips, savoring the taste of her cherry lip gloss. “I missed you today.”

She runs her fingers through my hair. “Missed you too.”

I kiss her forehead and inhale her vanilla and sugar body spray. “Let’s go. We have dinner reservations at six.”

*
Gabby
*

After dinner at my favorite steak place, we head off for the Rupp Arena. Sometimes it still feels like a dream, being with Cam, and him loving me is the best feeling in the world. I feel like everything is too perfect and that one day he’s going to wake up and not want me anymore. My chest burns and I push the thoughts away, focusing on the scenery on the side of the highway instead.

“This song came on the other day. Listen.” He plugs his phone into the stereo and a piano starts to play. Cam starts to sing along, placing his hand on my thigh rubbing his thumb back and forth. He can’t sing and he’s always off key, but I could listen to him all night. I close my eyes and lay my head back on the headrest, soaking up the smooth rasp of his voice, the feel of his hand on me. I hold in an audible swoon.

“I’ve been thinking of you…and me,” he sings.

“Who is this?” I ask during a pause.

“It’s “Thinking of You” by Love and Theft. The words are exactly how I felt before you became mine.”

I listen to the words pouring out of the stereo and being sang to me by Cam. My eyes burn with the urge to cry and my heart swells with love. How can a big, tough guy be so sweet and romantic? I thought that I couldn’t love this man any more than I already did, but each day he proves me wrong. I’m falling harder and deeper for him each and every day. “I love you, Camron Taylor.” I lean over the console and kiss his cheek.

“I love you too, baby.” He grabs my hand, pulling it into his lap and strokes the top of it with his thumb.

We spend the rest of the drive taking turns singing to each other and before I know it, we’re parking and getting ready to head into the arena.

I pull my phone, ID, and the tickets out of my purse and tuck them in my jacket pocket. I’m leaving my purse in the truck so that I don’t have to keep up with it once we get inside.

Walking in, Cam grabs my hand and pulls me over to a merchandise table. “What are you doing?”

“It’s one of your favorite bands. We have to get you a shirt.” A huge smile spreads across his face deepening his dimple.

He’s so damn sexy with his messy black hair and wearing his tight jeans, cowboy boots, and a blue plaid shirt, making his blue eyes pop even more.
I’m one lucky bitch.

I grin up at him and lift up on my tiptoes, kissing his dimple. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He pays for the shirt and takes the bag.

Cam takes my hand again and walks me over to the lines. I pull the tickets out of my pocket and hand them to him. “I have no clue where we’re sitting, too many codes and numbers.”

He looks down at the tickets. “We’re on the floor.”