The Sextet - Entanglements [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (21 page)

He rolled his eyes at the comment, so she continued. “Think about the photo that ran. There you are, hanging by the rigging, looking all buff and muscled. And from above, reaching to you, an obviously female hand. Nothing more of her shows, so the woman seeing the ad can imagine herself as the one offering you that final hand up to the top.”

He stared at her in slack-jawed disbelief before shaking his head. “You’re right. As much as I hate to admit it. But then, why take it out on me?”

“The smarmy sonofa—” She stopped herself short. “He told me that the whole thing was your idea. That you wanted the spotlight for yourself.”

He looked at her dumbfounded. “No, Rebecca. That wasn’t all. If it had been, you would’ve chewed me up one side and then the other. But I wouldn’t have gotten the silent treatment.”

Cam walked over to her and gathered her hard against him. “What’s the rest? The real reason you shut me out so hard.”

She swallowed hard. She’d never told anyone else this part. Not even Bryce or Trish. But if she didn’t say it now, she’d never have another chance at the whole truth.

“After I’d found out about the offer they’d made you, I called Jason. Reminding him about that little thing we had called a contract. I even threatened to sue.

“I couldn’t believe that the man I was all but living with would double cross me. I called Jason a liar. I told him you would never pull a stunt like that. But then he faxed me the whole plan, outlined just as he’d told me. On Fitzgerald House letterhead, with your signature.”

She felt Cam’s arms stiffen around her. “And yet somehow, now you believe me?”

“I’ll explain as we finish.”

* * * *

It was full dark when they got back to the motel. They’d talked for the rest of the afternoon, clearing the air. Rebecca felt lighter than she had in months.

Cam parked her aging VW Thing and shut the engine off. When he placed the keys in her outstretched hand, he covered it with his own. “I want you. Tonight. The way it used to be.”

When she tried to protest, he placed a finger against her lips. “My room or yours. It doesn’t matter.”

She might wake up in the morning sure this was the worst mistake she’d ever made. But then again, she’d spent the past few days discovering that Cam wasn’t the rat bastard she’d thought he was. If she didn’t at least give him the benefit of the doubt, she might be throwing their relationship away forever.

“Mine.”

They unloaded all the gear into her room. Rebecca had to smile when she saw him pull out several small lengths of what appeared to be soft cotton rope and put them on one of the bedside tables.

He looked up, catching her grin. “I did say the way it used to be. I meant everything, Rebecca.” He walked over and then wrapped her in an embrace. “Even these.” He dangled a last short piece of rope in front of her face, letting the end rest on her T-shirt–covered breasts.

Oh, damn how she wanted this part of her life back. And here was Cam, offering it to her on a naughty platter. Could she put her trust in this man again?

“Everything but one, Rebecca.”

She looked up, meeting the intense gaze of his blue eyes. “And that is?”

“No more not talking to one another. If I had told you about my Wentworth offer from the beginning, this wouldn’t have happened.”

She slid her touch down his back, to where his T-shirt tucked into his jeans, and began to tug. “That’s a very good idea.” She pulled harder until the shirt came loose, letting her slide both hands underneath, reminding herself just how good the solid warmth of Cam felt.

He dropped the cotton cord, letting it fall to rest on her cleavage. But before she could protest, he’d captured her wrists and held them pinned behind her.

“I’m serious, Rebecca. I want you back in my life. Not just this evening, or this week. For good.”

And heaven help her, she wanted the very same thing. “Yes.” She finally managed to respond.

A smile of pure masculine pleasure lifted the corners of his very sexy mouth. “Just stand there. I’m going to enjoy undressing you.”

“I like the way you think.”

Cam released her wrists and then gripped the hem of her shirt. With one fluid move, he had if off and tossed to the floor.

“You didn’t wear a bra that first night. Over at the bar.”

She dragged in a ragged breath. “You knew I was there?”

“I felt your eyes on me the minute I walked in.” Cam reached behind her and undid the hooks before pushing the bra off of her shoulders.

Rebecca felt her nipples pucker even tighter when Cam brushed his thumbs over them. As they responded to his strokes, he gripped them, giving each a gentle tug and twist.

“Your nipples always were incredibly responsive.”

“Harder, please, Cam.”

He did as she asked. Inching her back toward the bed at the same time, he tugged and teased her nipples, making them stand out from each creamy orb a bit more than usual.

Just as Rebecca felt the bed’s edge against the backs of her knees, he gave her a playful push, sending her toppling backward onto the king-size surface.

“The jeans and panties next.”

“I can do it.”

Cam glared down at her. “What did I say? Let me do it.” He walked around to the table where he laid the rope lengths earlier. “Guess I will just have to guarantee that you can’t help.”

He quickly secured one end of the cotton cording, and then held out a hand. “Give me this wrist, Rebecca.”

Rebecca offered her wrist. The familiar frisson of excitement coursed through her as Cam tied a loop around the proffered wrist. Her nipples, all flushed and hard, jutted up toward the ceiling.

“Now the other one, babe.”

After he’d finished, he took a step back from the bed. “You look so delicious. But very overdressed for tonight’s festivities.”

She gave a cursory wiggle against the bindings. Rebecca knew Cam’s knot style. Anytime she wanted, all she had to do was reach for the dangling end he always left within her reach. One sharp pull, and she’d be free. If she wanted. And tonight, she most definitely did not.

Chapter 5

“You’re the one still completely dressed,” she shot back at him, deliberately challenging his domination.

He stroked down her cheek to her neck and then on to her breast, before tracing lazy circles first around one hard nipple and then the other. “But my dear, please remember our own rules. The one being tied is completely subject to the whims of the one doing the tying.” He tugged at the hem of his shirt. “But being the good guy I am, I will compromise.” He pulled it off and tossed it aside.

Cam bent his head closer, until she felt the warmth of his breath on her skin. “And right now, my whim tells me I simply must have a taste of these luscious nipples.”

His tongue replaced his fingers, continuing the circles around one tightly puckered nub before he latched on to one, drawing it into the wet heat of his mouth. At first he kept the rhythm of his suckling very slow and easy, while he allowed his touch to slide down until it found the hot, wet slit of her pussy.

The feel of his roughened fingers brushing against the sensitive folds of her cunt drove Rebecca wild with desire. As Cam probed deeper, she found herself unable to stop her hips from arching up to meet his search.

“Anxious are we?” His probing stopped for a moment as if to pull his fingers away completely.

“No, Cam, don’t tease me like that. Please.” She managed just to gasp out the ragged words.

“You know I always deliver what I promise. And you’re going to come soon, just not this minute. I want it to be for my mouth, not my fingers, sweet thing.”

If she was this close from just a brush across her clit, how in hell would she withstand an erotic assault by Cam’s talented lips and tongue? He’d always reveled in pleasuring her with his mouth. And could have her thighs shaking as climax after climax would rip through her.

“Then consider yourself warned, Cameron Fitzgerald. I am on a very short fuse tonight.”

“The old purple passion not doin’ it for you anymore?” He left her nipples and let his licks and kisses trail down her belly toward the smooth pussy lips.

Damn him for remembering the nickname she’d given her vibrator.

“Hey, stop that,” she cried out as he nibbled right over one hip bone. “It tickles.”

Before she could protest further, Cam pressed a thumb against each pussy lip and spread her wide. Touched by the cool air of the room, her clit throbbed for release the instant he exposed it. But she had little time to dwell on that, because the very next instant, he’d covered it with his lips and suckled it just as he had her nipples.

Rebecca gripped tighter against the cotton cording restraints. “Oh, fuck, Cam. Yes, that feels so damned good.”

He increased both the tension he pulled with and then slid two fingers into her pussy, stroking in and out to the very same rhythm. His expert touch stroked across that extra sensitive little bundle of nerve endings just inside her.

Harder and faster Cam stroked and sucked, driving her closer to the edge. “That’s it. Let go and come for me,” he demanded.

The vibrations of his words against her open pussy started the internal muscle spasms deep inside all the way into her belly. Her body gripping his fingers over and over, her slickness easing the way for his deep strokes as she arched her hips.

Rebecca gasped, trying to get more air into her body. The climax tore through her in wave after wave, starting in her clit and zinging along every nerve to even her fingertips. But even that felt somehow inadequate. She wanted, no needed, more. She needed Cam, pumping hard and balls deep into her.

“I need.” Her plea uttered in gasping breaths.

“What, Rebecca? What do you need?” Cam levered himself up onto his hands, locking his gaze to hers.

“You. Fuck me. Take me. Now.”

“My pleasure.” He rolled off to the side and somehow shed his jeans and underwear and was back between her thighs almost before she missed him. The blunt, erotic pressure of the head of his cock at her opening nearly did her in again.

She arched to meet his thrust, opening and stretching to accommodate his thickness, using the pull on her restraints to give her more leverage. Cam drove hard, hitting her very depths.

“No, mine.” She managed to moan out as Cam buried his face against her exposed neck where he kissed, nipped, and sucked at her skin. Cam smelled of a mix of hot male and the aftershave that had haunted her during the months she’d shut him out of her life.

The pressure of his hips against her pelvis trapped her clit between them, sending her sensations soaring into the heights once again. Closer and closer to that wild, orgasmic release. The one she needed. And not alone this time.

Wanting him even deeper, she locked her thighs around his hips, pulling him in with her heels in the cheeks of his ass. “Cam, please. Come with me. I’m so fucking close.”

She forced her eyes open, looking up at him. This is what she wanted. This climax. This kind of wild surrendering sex. This man. Cam.

“Then come with me, my love.” Cam gave one final push against her, his entire body tightening at his own release.

* * * *

Somewhere in the moments that followed, Cam collapsed against her and tugged free the ropes restraining her wrists. Rebecca reached around and held him tight against her, reveling in the solid feel of him.

“I was wrong.”

Cam eased off, rolling to her side. Settling in beside her, he traced lazy circles around her wrists where the ropes had been not moments before. With one dark brow cocked up, he asked, “About what?”

“You. Us.”

“So, you’re willing to admit that there’s still an
us?
”

“Um-humm.”

“No, that’s not gonna work. I want to be abso-fucking-lutely sure that we both understand. Spell it out for me, Rebecca.” Cam tapped a fingertip between her breasts. “Do you want a relationship with me? The potential of a future together? Do you trust me?”

There is was, out in the open. The question she’d been wrestling with. Did she trust Cam?