The Story of Me (36 page)

Oh, and no.

Just bring the other half of ur ‘us’…

And all of his 9 inches ;)

I smile and shake my head.

“She’s sorted. We’ll just take some alcohol.” I look up and find Cam staring at the tiles on the floor. He’s taken his shoes off and is tracing the line of the tile grout with his big toe.

“She also asked if we could not wear clothes as they’ll only get in the way later when we start to lick dessert off each other’s bodies.” He rakes his hand through his hair and swigs on his beer without looking up at me.

“Perhaps you should think about shaving your ball sack before we go. I wouldn’t want you getting trifle stuck in the hair around them… And yours are hairy, like really hairy. I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you about how hairy they are. It’s quite a turn off actually.”

His eyes fly up to mine. “What, what’s a turn off?” And he’s back. I knock back my drink, watching him over my wine glass.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or just carry on ignoring me?” I ask as I place my glass down on the bench top. It doesn’t seem to matter how many times I repeat to myself that I won’t argue with him over Tamara, it doesn’t work. I hate the misery she seems to cause him. I hate that she affects him, which in turn affects us, but most of all, I hate that I hate all of these things, that I allow myself to be bothered by her. She’s a pregnant junkie. She needs help. I should be the bigger person here, but I’m not. I’m just the same ol’ selfish George.

“I’d never ignore you, Kitten. Come here.” I look him over. He has one arm folded across his chest, his hand resting in the crook of the opposite arm while holding his beer bottle.

I toe off my Uggs, pull off my jeans and pull my hoodie over my head. He needs a distraction. Let’s see if I’ll do.

I pull my vest over my head and stand in front of him in my black lace thong and bra. A small smile plays across his lips.

“You’re wearing that bra again.” I frown, unsure as to when he would’ve seen me in this bra before. He answers my unspoken question. “You were wearing it the night I came to your dad’s house. When we drove back here and you fell asleep in the car, I could see your bra.” Funny that I now have his full attention and he’s suddenly become so talkative. “I wanted to touch you so badly.”

My internal muscles clench and a feeling of absolute pleasure rolls through me, making me feel a little lightheaded. He’s not touched me, just his words have me almost coming on the spot.

“It wasn’t just about sex either, watching you sleep, looking at you while you were at your most vulnerable. I wanted to make everything right in your world, Kitten, hold ya, keep ya safe.” He sighs and gives a little shrug. “Take away all the pain. But I knew if I touched ya, that would be it for me. I’d be done like a kipper.” I smile at his analogy and realise that what he wanted to do for me Monday is exactly what I want to do for him right now.

“You have no problem touching me now and it’s only five days later.”

“No, well, we’ve talked since then. We’re making a go of things and I’ve every faith in us making this work and I’m pretty sure you feel the same.”

“I told you in Australia how I felt.”

“You were drunk and an emotional mess when I saw you in Australia. Then your cousin opened her big gob and you pulled your usual little stunt and stormed off.”

I smile at him. “I do like a dramatic exit, don’t I.”

“Yes, you do,” he replies, trying and failing to stop his lips forming a smile.

“But then I’m a spoilt princess who likes to get everything her own way.”

“Yes, you are.” The light has returned to his eyes and I know that for now, I have my Cam back, the Cam not eating himself alive with the guilt a pregnant junkie is causing.

“Take your bra off, Kitten.” Whoa, whoa, whoa. I thought I was taking charge here?

“If you ask me nicely, Tiger, I might consider it.”

“I’m not asking at all, Kitten. I’m telling. Now take your fucking bra off and your knickers, then come here.”

“I’m not wearing knickers. It’s a thong.”

“Call them whatever the fuck you like, just take them off.”

I stand up straight and pull my shoulders back. I’m not going to fight him. He probably needs to feel a little in control right now, and truth be told, I like it when he takes charge. As much as I struggle with being told what to do, once I let go, I actually love shutting my brain off from the world and just enjoying whatever it is he wants to do to me, but just for a few seconds, I’m gonna let him think he’s got a battle on his hands.

I fold my arms over my chest, cock my hip to the side and turn my foot out then just look at him. He rubs his hand over the weeks’ worth of stubble covering his jaw, and as usual when I look at it, I think about how much I love the feel of it up the inside of my thigh. I reach behind me and undo the clasp, letting my bra fall down my arms and off, not taking my eyes from his for a second. He nods his head towards my thong and I really want to tell him to hold his fucking horses. I’m getting to them, but I bite my tongue, then hook my thumbs either side of my hips and pull them down.

I stand up straight and watch him as he looks me over. My eyes can’t help but look at his crotch. I hope I’ve distracted him enough that he can get a hard on. The bulge in his jeans tells me I have.

“Come here,” he says quietly. “Now.” I walk towards him and he surprises me by lifting me up and sitting me down on the cold bench top. I wince as my bare arse hits the cold black granite. “Lay back, bend your knees and open your legs.” I look him square in the eye for a few seconds. He raises his eyebrows expectantly. Instead of doing as he’s asked, I reach out to pull his T- shirt. I want him to kiss me, or at least touch me, but he steps away before I reach him. “Nah ah, Kitten, hands off.”

I’m sitting naked on his bench top, my legs dangling over the side, desperate to make him happy, and for some reason, that thought suddenly makes me want to cry. The realisation that I want to make him happy, want to please him, has tears stinging the backs of my eyes and I’ve no idea why.

“Lay back, bend your knees and open your legs. I won’t tell you again.” I rake my teeth over my bottom lip and open my legs. His eyes move from my face to between my thighs and I feel a little surge of power. I lay back and pull my knees up. “Put your arms at your side and close your eyes.” I do exactly as he says. I feel completely exposed and extremely turned on. I hear him moving around and I think he’s taking off his clothes.

Laying here like this, eyes closed, legs open and doing exactly as he tells me to, goes so against my nature that I’m actually fighting with my eyes to keep them closed. I don’t know why I struggle so badly with taking orders but I do. I’ve had a defiant streak in me my entire life which has often led me to make bad choices, and I’m actually glad Cam challenges me like this.

I hear the fridge door open and I think the clink of a bottle. What the fuck? Is he getting himself another drink, while I lay here like this?

I suddenly feel movement near me, then the feel of something cold up the inside of my leg makes me jump and I give a girly squeal.

“Shush, Kitten,” he says quietly and drags what I think is the side of a cold beer bottle up the inside of my other thigh. The bottle disappears and I think he drinks from it as I hear him swallow, then suddenly his cold lips and tongue are on my clit and I jump again. He slides a cold finger inside me and I moan. Gripping the edge of the bench top, I use it for leverage to push myself onto his finger and grind against his face. His stubble hurts and I love the sensation.

“Fuck, Kitten, you taste good.”  He curls his finger inside me as he starts to kiss up my belly. His mouth is hot as it finds my nipples, moving from one to the other. Kissing, biting and sucking. My hands grip his hair as I drag his mouth up to mine but he holds back. “Open your eyes, baby.” I’m looking straight into his when I do and then his mouth is on mine and I get the kiss I’ve been waiting for. Gentle at first, then his tongue is in my mouth, tangling with mine. He breaks away and looks down at me.

“You taste of beer,” I say to him.

“I taste of you. Kitten’s cunt, and beer, best fucking taste ever.” I laugh.

“You told me once that your spunk in my mouth was the best taste ever.” He throws his head back and gives me his best Cam laugh. My heart feels like it’s going to burst with how happy it makes me to see and hear him laugh like this.

“You’ve got a memory like an elephant.”

“Well, you’ve got a dick like one.” He frowns and leans back, looking down at me.

“Kitten, that’s not nice.”

“Tiger, it’s better than nice; it’s fucking heaven.” His eyes widen, in shock I think. His mouth opens but no sound comes out. He shakes his head slightly, pulls me towards him across the bench and slides inside me. He holds me by my hips, pulls almost all the way out and then slides back in.

“Fuck, that feels good, but you’re too far away. I need to feel your tits against me. Sit up.” I pull myself up into a sitting position and wrap my arms and legs around him just as his phone rings. “Shit,” he mumbles as he reaches for it beside me on the bench top. “King,” he says into the phone, sounding all authoritative and alpha. My muscles clench and he turns his narrowed eyed glare on me. I really don’t mean to do it again, but it happens. His mouth drops open slightly and his eyelids flutter. I can’t help but give a slight moan at the fact that he’s talking on the phone, totally hard, turned on and inside me. I wonder for a moment if that’s wrong.

“That’s fantastic.” He keeps his eyes on me as he continues, “We’ll call into the office tomorrow and deal with the formalities.” He reaches out and drags his pointy finger between the middle of my boobs, down my belly and dips it into my belly button. It’s a ticklish spot of mine and I giggle. His dick twitches inside me and an “oh, fuck,” just slips from my mouth.

A smile plays at the corner of his lips just for an instant and then he’s all business again. “We’re not entirely sure yet. We’ll talk about it tonight and discuss with you tomorrow.” He leans in and bites on my shoulder. It’s not quite painful, but it sends a shudder through me regardless. He licks and kisses where he just bit, and I swear to God, if he doesn’t get off that phone and fuck me soon, I will scream blue murder.

“Thanks, I will. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

He ends the call and without saying a word, kisses me fiercely. His hands pull at my hair, his teeth bite my lips and my tongue. He breaks away, puts his hands under my bum cheeks and lifts me, walking us both over to the rug. He pulls out as he lays me down and then slides back in, melding his body to mine. He hasn’t said a word, but his eyes seem to be trying to convey something.

“I love you,” he says very quietly and kisses me gently before I can reply. He crushes me to him and holds me tight. “Fuck, I love you, Kitten.” He keeps holding me tight, he doesn’t move, doesn’t let me go; he
just holds me. “We’re doing this. Me and you, we’re finally getting our story. It’s finally our time.” I push him away slightly so I can see his face.

“What are you talking about? Who was on the phone?”

He gives his head a little shake as he looks at me. “We just bought ourselves a house, Kitten, me and you, mine and yours.”

“Oh, my God, seriously, they accepted our offer?”

He nods. “Yeah, eventually.”

I frown as I ask, “What do you mean ‘eventually’? We only put in an offer at lunchtime.”

He looks to the side of me, avoiding my gaze. “Yeah, they came back with a ‘no’ while you were tasting wine so I made a few calls, put out some feelers.” He winks at me.

“What did you do?” He rolls his eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, Cameron King. What did you do?” I push him further away so I can get a good look at his face. He looks as guilty as my brothers when I used to walk into their bedrooms and find them with a wank mag.

“It wasn’t… I didn’t.”

“Cam?”

“I got your dad and Bailey to find out who owned the place.” He looks at me, then looks at whatever it is he’s suddenly found so interesting on the rug beside my head. “Turns out we know him.” His eyes meet mine again. “He owes
us
a few favours from way back
and
it turns out, a lot of money to a few people we know.”

“So what does that mean?” I’m covered in goose bumps now and it’s got nothing to do with the fact Cam’s inside me and I’m desperate for an orgasm.

“It means your dad and Bailey convinced him they could take care of his debts and he could let us have the house at the price we offered.”

“We offered the asking price. Why would he suddenly want more?” His eyes move to what I can only imagine to be a miniature stripper with her legs wide open or a game of football between ants going on beside my head; sex and football are generally the only two things that ever capture Cam’s attention like this. Unless, of course he’s just trying to avoid my gaze.

“Well, no, we didn’t, exactly.” His eyes are back on mine. “When you used the toilet at the house, I told Vera to offer two hundred and fifty grand less than the asking price. I thought it would be worth a try.” Well, this is news to me and I’m not sure how I feel about it. This is our house, our home, a joint venture and already he’s making decisions without me.