Perfect Submission (8 page)

No limits. No rules.

Just love.

I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life
with him.

“Wait,” I say suddenly. “Can we make a stop
first, before the airport?”

“Of course.” Cam looks over. “Where would
you like to go?”

“It’s not far from here. Back towards
town.”

I direct him down the old winding highways,
feeling the tension grow in my chest the closer we get. The
buildings get more and more familiar, until finally, we turn down
the street to the trailer park where I grew up.

Broken-down trailers line the lot, with old
cars and messy yards. A couple of kids run around and women look
suspiciously at the fancy car as we slowly drive past.

“Here,” I say, reaching the end of a row.
“Stop here.”

Cam shuts off the engine.

“This is where I’m from,” I say quietly.
“This is where I lived when I was little.”

I check his face for judgment, but of
course, there is none, only understanding.

I get out of the car. The lot where my mom’s
trailer sat is empty now, overgrown with weeds and brambles.

Cam stands behind me. He slips his arms
around my waist, and I lean back against his solid chest.

“Do you remember much?” he asks.

“Some.” I stare at the patch of grass. “My
memories are blurry, more flashes than anything concrete. The walls
were so thin at night, I could hear people fighting in the next
trailer, and the sirens whenever the cops came to break up a fight.
And my mom,” I add quietly. “I remember her, what she used to look
like, at least. She would let me play with her costume jewelry. And
when there were thunderstorms, we’d curl up together under the
covers in bed, and she’d tell me stories, about a princess who
lived in a beautiful house, with a white picket fence, and roses in
the yard.”

I feel tears come again, but they’re not
tears of sadness, just relief. “She tried,” I tell Cam, resting my
cheek against him. “She tried to be my mom, but she didn’t have any
help, and the drugs… She just wasn’t strong enough.”

He strokes my hair. “She loved you, I’m sure
of it.”

I nod. A strange peace is settling over me.
Coming here, facing my past, I think it’s what I’ve needed to
finally feel free.

Looking around, I don’t feel ashamed
anymore, just blessed that my life has taken me so far from this
desperate, scared beginning.

I can’t let this chapter in my life define
me anymore. I can finally lay these ghosts to rest.

“Let’s go.” I tell him. “I’m ready to move
on.”

* * *

We drive back to the airfield, and board the
waiting plane. Cam gets a phone call just before take-off.

“Yes… Are you sure? Good.”

He hangs up and turns back to me. “That was
the Sheriff. Britney called and recanted her statement. They’re
dropping all charges and closing the case.”

I gasp. “It’s really over?”

“Ancient history now.” But Cam doesn’t look
happy.

“What’s wrong?”

“Brent.” He scowls. “I can’t believe he’ll
get away with this.”

“He won’t.” I say confidently. “But right
now, let’s celebrate.”

“You know what else this plane has?” Cam
asks, his gaze turning dark and lustful.

My stomach twists with excitement.
“What?”

“A bedroom.”

Cam takes another casual sip of champagne.
My pulse is kicking hard. His eyes rake over me. “Unbuckle your
seatbelt, go to the back of the plane, and take off all your
clothes.” His voice is commanding, so freaking hot.

I fumble with my belt, eager to obey.

“And Isabelle?” Cam stops me. A dirty smile
quirks on his lips. “Start without me.”

I hurry toward the back of the cabin, almost
bumping into the hostess. “Sorry,” I mumble. “Just going to… take a
nap.”

I’m sure she knows exactly what we’re about
to do, but I don’t let it stop me. I quickly step into the small
bedroom and close the door behind me. My heart races in
anticipation.

It’s a small room, barely big enough for a
bed, but it’s luxuriously appointed with glossy wood paneling and
the finest linens. I strip off my clothes and climb onto the bed.
Already, my body aches for Cam’s touch. It’s been too long since he
was inside me, but even if he’d fucked me ten minutes ago, I would
still crave him like this.

I could never get enough of him.

Start without me.

His sexy words echo in my mind. I lay back,
totally naked, and slowly trace my hands over my body. I’ve spent
the past twenty-four hours caught up in anxious thoughts and fears,
my brain working overtime. Now, it’s amazing to just let that all
dissolve, and focus on nothing but my body.

How good it feels under my hands. How much
better it will feel under his.

The door opens. I stroke down my belly,
knowing the effect it will have on Cam. With a low groan, he steps
inside and closes the door behind him. Then he leans back against
the wall, still staring hotly at my naked body.

I stretch for him, displaying myself.
Arching my back and letting my thighs drop open.

“Don’t stop,” he orders me. “Keep
going.”

I catch my breath, then start to touch
myself again, more intimate this time. I cup my breasts, gently
squeezing my nipples into stiff peaks.

Cam makes a growl of approval.

“More,” he commands.

I move my hands lower, skimming past my
belly and down to my pussy. I slowly circle my clit with one
finger, moaning aloud as the pleasure ripples sweetly through me.
Thank God the engines are roaring, because it’s about to get a lot
louder in here.

Cam clenches his jaw, and quickly strips off
his shirt and tie.

“How does it feel?” he asks, his voice
ragged.

“So good,” I murmur, sinking my finger
inside me. “Oh,” I moan. “I’m so wet. Cam…”

Cam yanks his pants and underwear off, and
then he’s naked. His cock juts proudly, thick and ready.

I moan again, moving my fingers deeper
inside, but imagining it’s him, splitting me wide open.

Cam kneels on the bed, straddling me. “Come
here,” he growls. “Suck me, now.”

I sit up, eager to obey. I lick my tongue
over the head of him, tasting salt and precum. I moan in
appreciation, then move my hands to cup his ass.

“No.” Cam stops me. “Don’t stop touching
yourself. I want to feel those juicy lips take every inch of me as
you rub that sweet little clit.”

Wetness pools around my fingers. Fuck, I’m
already so turned on I can’t think straight.

I move my hand back between my legs, keeping
up the pressure on my clit as Cam thrusts his cock towards my
mouth. I open wide, licking down the length of his shaft and back
before finally taking him deep, all the way to the back of my
throat.

“Fuck,” Cam curses with a groan. He fists my
hair in one hand, controlling my motion as he pulls back, and then
sinks between my lips again, harder. Deeper.

Yes.

I moan in pleasure, sucking eagerly, licking
around the head as he pulls back and thrusts again. He yanks on my
hair, totally controlling the pace and speed, increasing his tempo
as he fucks my mouth in long, delicious strokes.

Oh God, I can’t get enough.

I whimper against him, sucking hungrily. I
love the taste of him, the scent, the overwhelming demands of his
cock as he plunges into me, taking mercilessly but leaving me
begging for more with every stroke. I lose track of everything
except his pleasure, surrendering totally to his command.

“I told you to touch yourself,” Cam growls.
Suddenly, his hand joins mine between my legs, stroking with me,
faster and harder. Oh God, now I’m so close to the edge, his thick
fingers pressing between mine, deep inside me. He rubs my clit with
his thumb, finger-fucking me in time with his thrusts, so that I’m
totally lost to the wild frenzy of his cock and fingers and deep
domination.

The pressure builds inside me, so fast I
can’t hold back. Cam curls his fingers up high and shoves his cock
deep down my throat, and then I’m coming, my cries muffled by his
thick shaft. I’m still gasping in the throes of my climax when Cam
suddenly pulls out and pushes me back on the bed.

He grabs my ankles in each hand and lifts
them up around his neck, folding me back so my clenching pussy is
totally exposed and open to him. In one swift thrust, he spears his
cock inside me.

“Oh!”

I moan from the incredible sensation, fuck,
so thick, so deep. He thrusts hard, riding my orgasm, pushing me to
an unbelievable intensity. I arch against him, it feels too good,
and Cam doesn’t stop. He pins me down with his strong body,
pounding into me again until my cries of pleasure are mingled with
his fierce animal grunts. I grab his ass now, pulling him into me,
forcing him even deeper. I’m beyond everything I’ve felt before,
and from the wild look in Cam’s eyes, he’s right here with me. He
withdraws almost all the way, and then slams into me in a deep
thrust I feel all the way through my body.

“Yes!” I cry. “Cam! Oh my God!”

He thrusts again, rubbing deep inside me,
filling me up with his thick, demanding cock.

“Come for me!” he orders, with another
savage thrust that fills me completely and sets my blood on fire.
“Come right now!”

I have no choice but to obey. I come again,
sobbing with pleasure, and then Cam surges into me again, spurting
deep inside of me as his body convulses and we ride out our epic
climaxes together, our eyes locked.

We lay there, panting for breath. Suddenly,
the intercom sounds. “We’ll shortly be making out descent into New
York City. Please return to your seats and prepare for
landing.”

I giggle. “You think we should get dressed
first?”

Cam chuckles. “Only for now. I promise you,
once I get you home, you’re not leaving my bed for days. Weeks.
Months!”

“That sounds just fine to me.” I smile,
blissful. A hot man, great sex, and total freedom? Sign me up.

My future starts right now.

It’s late by the time we arrive back in the
city. Isabelle looks sleepy, but I have one last surprise for her
in store.

“Where are we?” she yawns, looking around as
the car comes to a stop. “Are we home yet?”

“Not just yet. First, I thought we’d stop
for some dinner,” I tell her.

“Can’t we order in?” She slides a hand up my
thigh with a tousled, sexy smile. “Clothing optional.”

Any other time, I would have her tied to the
bed with chocolate smeared over her pert breasts, but I know that
after everything she’s been through, Isabelle needs to know her new
life is starting now.

I want to show her how loved she is, and I
won’t do it alone.

“I promise, I’ll make it worth your while
later,” I tell her, already thinking of all the things I’m going to
do. “Starting with a few new toys I picked up…”

Isabelle’s eyes brighten with excitement. I
love how she responds to me: not just my body, but my words, too.
Seeing desire written all over her face is the biggest turn on in
the world, and I have to pause to adjust my pants before I follow
her out of the car.

“The Gramercy Tavern,” she claps her hands
together, looking more awake when she realizes where we are. “My
favorite.” Then her face falls. “But Cam… People still think…
Shouldn’t I stay home, just until news that the charges have been
dropped spreads, and people don’t look at me like I’m a
murderer?”

“You’re not waiting a single moment longer
to live your life,” I tell her. I take her hand, and lead her
inside. “We’re going to show everyone that their gossip and lies
can’t hurt you anymore. I’m here for you,” I add, as every head
turns to watch us walk in. I squeeze her hand. “And your friends
are, too.”

“My friends?” Isabelle repeats. Then she
sees the table across the room and gasps.

“Surprise!” Keely exclaims, moving to greet
us. “Well, second time’s a charm,” she grins. She kisses Isabelle
warmly on both cheeks. “Since your birthday got cut short, we
thought we’d celebrate twice over. After all, you have plenty of
good news now that the charges have been dropped!”

Isabelle turns to me, laughing. “How did you
have time to call them?” she asks, as we move through the crowd to
the table.

“I found a moment, while you were occupying
yourself on the flight.” I wink, and she blushes.

At the table, Keely and Vaughn, Justine and
Ash, and Olivia are all gathered. Isabelle looks overwhelmed as she
hugs them all in turn.

“Let’s get some champagne,” Ash announces.
“To toast your freedom.”

Justine shudders. “I can’t imagine being
locked up like that. I don’t know what I’d do.”

“Let’s not talk about it,” I say quickly,
worried.

But Isabelle just smiles. “It’s OK. I made
it through, that’s the important thing. And now I have the rest of
my life to enjoy.”

We all get champagne and appetizers, and
soon everyone’s having a great time. I love to see Isabelle like
this: her face lit up with happiness as she chats with the other
women. I remember the snooty ice queen I first met, so used to
locking all her feelings inside. Now, there’s nothing detached
about her. Her emotions are written all over her face. She looks
joyful and free.

“To Isabelle,” I raise my glass in a toast.
“And the future.”

“To Isabelle,” everyone choruses.

She beams. “And I want to toast you guys,
too. Your friendship means everything to me. You all stepped up to
help me through this in different ways. You finding the lawyer,
Justine, and you giving me advice and support,” she says, nodding
to Olivia and Keely. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Her eyes meet mine. ‘Thank you’ she mouths
silently, and I know her gratitude is to me too.

But I’m the lucky one. This woman has opened
my heart, and my life. She wasn’t the only one who was closed off.
Before her, I was so focused on keeping total control in my life
that I sacrificed the discovery of new relationships. I thought my
life at the Underground was something to keep hidden, not to
celebrate.