Precious Consequences (17 page)

** ** ** ** **

“Did you have fun?” Cameron asks, wrapping his arm around my waist. He kisses my shoulder and I shiver.

I turn to face him. “I did, thank you. It was perfect.”

“Before or after Ari threw the flour at you?” He chuckles.

I shake my hair out laughing at the memory. We ended up making a bigger mess after that, and needless to say, I had no idea rolling pizza dough could be such a turn on. I licked my lips several times while Cameron’s hands worked and kneaded the dough until it was pliable. It made me wonder if he could do the same to me and bend me to his will.

“You were amazing with her,” I say. “I’m glad she seems to like you.”

He smirks. “It’s my charm, even the little ones can’t resist me.”

“There’s that cockiness I’m so fond of,” I tease.

“Nah, as long as
you
like me, I’m happy.”

He dips his head until our lips touch. I hold my breath and when both his arms snake around my waist I sink into him. He moves his lips across mine in a gentle caress that leaves me craving more.

“Do you need to change?” he asks quietly. I’m so caught up with his lips that I forgot about my overnight bag.

I nod, feeling shy and nervous all over again. Cameron goes to close his bedroom door while I take my time changing into my lingerie. I eye myself in the mirror. My eyes are bright, my cheeks rosy and my hair hangs down in soft ringlets just below my breasts. The black baby doll dress is almost see-through with a bow that ties it between my breasts and flows down to my thighs, covering the matching black panties.

Taking a deep breath, I open the door. Cameron is sitting on the edge of his bed, shirtless, with his elbows on his knees. He looks up when he hears the door, and we stare at each other for what feels like hours. I notice that he’s lit some candles and turned off the lights. It’s romantic, and not what I was expecting. He stays seated, and watches me approach, his eyes appraising me, appraising my body.

I come to stand between his legs. “Wow,” he breathes. He reaches for me, his hands wrapping around the back of my naked thighs and pulling me until I straddle him.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he says quietly.

I touch his lips. “I want…” I pause. I’m not sure how to tell him what I want. Cameron tips my chin so that we’re nose to nose.

“Tell me,” he presses. “I want to give you what you want.”

My hands slide up his arms and I lean closer. My voice is nothing but a whisper, mixing in the air around us. “You, Cameron. I just want
you
.”

“You already have me.”

Our lips crash, our mouths seeking each other out. Our tongues slide together, lapping and tasting each other, discovering each other. He lifts me up and turns us around. His arm tightens around my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck as he lowers us onto his bed.

He settles himself between my legs and I wrap them around his waist. Our mouths pull apart and our eyes collide.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. His fingers trail down my face and around my neck. “You’re sure?”

I rest my palms on Cameron’s chest and feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat increase. I have no doubt that this is what I want.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

I grip the back of his neck and pull his lips down to mine, urging him on, encouraging him. I feel him loosen the bow between my breasts and I arch my back when he palms one. He massages slowly, moving his mouth down my throat until it wraps around my other nipple. He sucks hard and I moan, threading my fingers through his hair.

“Ohhhh,” I moan again and writhe under Cameron’s touch. His mouth moves to the other one, paying it equal attention until I’m a quivering, needy mess beneath him. His tongue travels down, circling my navel. When he kisses my C-section scar I suck in a breath. Something about it feels more intimate than anything else we could possibly do tonight. I lift myself onto my elbows and watch him move lower. His fingers slip under my panties and he kneels back to slide them down my legs. I try to hide myself, my nakedness, but Cameron stops me by putting his hands on the inside of my thighs and pushing my legs open.

He groans, staring down at me. I’m wet and I know he can see it. 

“Oh my God,” I moan when he presses his thumb down on my clit.

“Watch me,” he instructs, his eyes dark and dangerous. I swallow, my breath faltering when my feet are lifted and placed over Cameron’s shoulders. His mouth lowers, his eyes boring into mine, and his tongue slips out. At first I think he’s going to lick his lips but instead, he slides it over my clit, between my slick folds until I
feel
it dip inside me. My whole body is ablaze for him, his touch.

I bite my lip and whimper as his pressure increases, stoking the fire burning low in my belly. My toes curl and my hands grip his duvet. I moan between pants, struggling to keep my head from dropping. Cameron’s pace becomes faster, with more fervor, and when I think he’s going to give me the earth-shattering explosion my body is reaching for, he stops and lowers my feet onto the bed.

“Cam,” I pant. “What - ”

“Ssshhh,” he cuts me off.

My mouth goes dry when he starts unbuckling his belt, sliding the zip down. His cock springs free after being trapped behind his jeans. I swallow hard when Cameron’s fist wrapped around his length and starts moving up and down. I’m so turned on and I decide to tease Cameron the same way he’s teasing me. I sit up and spread my legs, catching his attention. My hand slides down and I start stroking my over-sensitive nub. Without warning, Cameron stops, and crawls over to me, grabbing my wrist and halting my fingers.

“Lie down,” he growls.

As I lie down and scoot further back, Cameron leans over and pulls out a condom from his bedside table. I’m grateful that he was the one to think about it, because I’m so hot and bothered that it slipped my mind. The last thing I want is a repeat of the last time … -

My thoughts come to a standstill at the feel of Cameron at my entrance. He lowers himself onto me, devouring my mouth with a devastating kiss. I rest my feet on his butt and press down, breathing out on a whimper when he slides in.

“Fuck me,” Cameron breathes out against my mouth. “So tight. God.”

I slide my hands through his hair, over his damp shoulders and down his back. “Cameron,” I try to catch my breath and adjust to his size. He’s stretching me, filling me completely. “Please, I need you to move, I need - ”

Cameron swallows my words with another kiss and starts rocking his hips. Slow, torturous strokes. I don’t want slow. My body is too hot for him, and too frenzied. The tip of his cock rubs my walls and the fire in my belly intensifies. Our bodies slip and slide, finding a frantic rhythm that causes my muscles to tighten with delicious pleasure. He pulls out, almost all the way, and I yelp when he grabs my ankles and puts my knees under his arms. Somehow it makes the feel of him sliding back in excruciatingly intense. I grip his forearms and he pushes into me harder and harder.

Our moans and grunts fill the room as our bodies climb higher and higher in search of ecstasy, and I feel it coming with every thrust. Cameron drops my knees and lifts my butt, driving us both crazier as he deepens his strokes and drives into me faster and faster.

“So. Close,” he sighs, his face sweaty. I tilt my hips and the simple movement makes the tip of his cock hit my sweet spot. I clench around him.

“Oh, sweet fuck.”

I cry out and scream his name, shaking, my body giving in to a pleasure I’ve never experienced before. Cameron follows, dropping his body onto mine, and biting my shoulder to silence his grunt.

“Wow,” I pant. An aftershock of pleasure ripples through me when Cameron tries to move. He lifts onto his forearms and looks into my eyes as he wipes my hair from my damp forehead.

“You are amazing,” he says, smiling lazily at me. I stroke his back, enjoying the feel of his chest pressing against mine.

“Hmmm,” is all I can manage. He chuckles and I feel it between my legs, where he’s still connected to me.

He kisses me, long and slow, before pulling out of me. I wince. “You okay?” he asks.

“I’m perfect,” I tell him honestly. I’m going to feel it tomorrow but I have no regrets. Cameron walks into the bathroom to discard of the condom, and I take the chance to put his shirt on. He comes back out, a washcloth in his hands.

“Lie back down.”

I frown at him. After
that,
there’s no way I can go again so soon. My legs are barely standing as it is.

He brings the warm washcloth between my legs and cleans me. Nothing about it feels awkward. In fact, it’s… sweet. He throws the cloth to the side, blows out the few candles, and slips into a pair of briefs before climbing into bed. I give him a sleepy smile and he pulls me into him. I kiss his chest. I’m exhausted, but I wouldn’t change a single second of our tryst. Instead of going slow, we gave into our most primal needs and it makes me feel
connected
to him in the most visceral way.

“Goodnight, Hayls.” He kisses my forehead and I mumble something unintelligible before slipping into a peaceful slumber. 

Chapter 14

~ Cameron ~

Inhaling deeply, I slowly open my eyes and find Hayley curled into my side. Her legs are tangled in mine and the closeness of our bodies makes me feel hot. She’s wearing my shirt and the top buttons have come undone, giving me a glimpse of the swell of her breast. I think back to last night. It was more than perfect. I was nervous, but when I saw her, the nerves changed to excitement. And then there’s Arianna. Her hair is the same color as Hayley’s and she has these big chocolate brown eyes that swallow you up when she looks at you. She’s beautiful. Just like her mother. I’ve often thought about her father, and where he could possibly fit into the picture, or if he’s even
in
the picture. Looking down at Hayley, I wonder who in their right mind would ever walk away from her and leave her alone to raise a baby? She’s never mentioned him and I can’t deny that I’m curious about Hayley’s life before
‘us’.

Hayley’s eyes open as if she can
hear
me thinking about her. “Hey sleepyhead,” I murmur, turning onto my side and resting my head in my palm. She smiles up at me with bright green eyes.

“G’morning.”

I lean down, licking my lips in anticipation of our lips touching, when her hand shoots up to cover her mouth. I frown. “What are you doing?” 

“I have to brush my teeth first,” she mumbles from behind her hand.

Chuckling, I pull her hand away and grasp her nape gently. “I don’t care about that. Just kiss me.”

My mouth finds hers and I roll over so that she’s tucked beneath me. My tongue slips into her mouth, devouring her moan and exploring. Her hands slide down my back and dip into my boxer briefs. She squeezes my butt, digging her nails into my flesh. I shiver and feel her lips tilt into a knowing smile against mine. Minx. Two can play at that game.

My hand trails up, under my shirt that she’s wearing, and I cup her breast. They’re the perfect size and fit into my palm like they were made just for my hands. Her hips start grinding and she rubs against my morning hard-on. Her teeth sink into my bottom lip and she bites down.

“You drive me crazy, baby girl,” I mumble into Hayley’s mouth.

“Right back at you,” she throws back. All my blood has rushed south and while I’m eager to have a repeat, or several, of last night, there’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to her about. It’s important, and I’d rather get it out of the way now than have it pop up later.

I roll onto my back and pull Hayley on top of me.

“Oh, I think I’m liking this.” She grins, straddling my hips. Her head dips and her lips start peppering kisses all over my chest.

“I was hoping we could talk,” I tell her.

She tenses. “About what?”

“It’s nothing bad,” I reassure her. I thread my fingers through her long, gorgeous brown hair and gently tug until her chin comes to rest on my sternum. She bites her lip nervously. “But it’s important.”

“Is this the part where you tell me the sex sucked and it’s time to leave?” She only half teases. I can hear the apprehension in her voice. “Because if that’s the case then I’d rather leave without you saying it.” She tries to push herself away from me but I trap her with my arms.

“Hey, it’s nothing like that, I promise.” Did she really think I’d leave her after one night? Given my track record, I don’t blame her. All the more reason for us to have this conversation, so that she can see that I’m serious about her and about us. “Will you just trust me? Please.”

Hayley nods and settles her head on my chest again, her eyes on me. I shift back a little and rest my head against the headboard.

“I wanted to ask you about Ari,” I start, gauging her reaction carefully.

“What did you want to know?”

“Well for starters, is her father in the picture?” I ask. She looks away from me and I know it’s a sensitive topic, but if we’re going to do this, I need to know what I’m going into. Throwing a toddler into the mix does complicate things and I’d be lying if I said I had a clue what I’m doing.

Hayley lets out a breath, and replies, “No, he isn’t and I don’t think he ever will be.”

“What made you decide to keep her?”

Hayley’s eyes glaze over and I feel guilty for bringing it up. “It’s okay,” I tell her. “You don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to.”