The Stubborn Suitor, Complete Series (An Alpha Billionaire In Love BBW Romance) (14 page)

C
ami couldn’t help herself
. Even knowing that she shouldn’t get attached when it came to Drew, she was ecstatic at the idea of seeing him tonight. Madison was at her father’s all weekend, so Cami had ample time to get ready. She took a long hot bath and spent hours shaving and scrubbing herself all over. She wanted to look perfect for their date.

It wasn’t just the prospect of seeing Drew again that had her excited. The truth was, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the sex they’d had last time they were together. Yes, she’d been too busy this week to mope and pine after the man, but sometimes, in the wee hours of the night, she couldn’t help but think about the way he’d whispered commands softly into her ear, taunting and teasing her. The way he’d tied her hands, held her down, and pounded into her. Even now, her body shuddered at the thought.

Cami had never thought she’d be the kind of girl that liked “kinky” sex, but she was realizing now this may only have been because Ken was such a pathetic excuse for a lover. She couldn’t even picture her ex-husband holding the thrall over her that Drew did in the bedroom. She couldn’t help herself…she wanted more. What did Drew have planned for her tonight?

She had her hair blown out and curled to the pinnacle of sexiness and her makeup done up like a vixen, and she was just trying to decide what outfit to wear when her phone rang. She smiled to herself when she saw it was Drew. Perhaps he wanted to move the date up a little bit. She could be ready in just a few minutes, she reasoned.

“Hello there,” Cami answered in the most sensual voice she could muster.

“Hey,” Drew said in a subdued tone.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

“Not really,” Drew admitted. “I really hate to do this, but something came up, and I absolutely have to cancel our date tonight.”

“What happened?” Cami asked, suddenly worried.

“Nothing I can really talk about,” Drew said. “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I swear. I’m really sad to have to cancel but I have something I just can’t get out of. Again, I am so sorry.”

Cami was more than a little pissed that Drew wasn’t even willing to explain why he had to cancel. He’d gone out of his way to talk her into the date in the first place, only to cancel less than two hours before they were supposed to get together—it all made her even angrier. Any worry she’d had a few minutes ago had completely flown out the window.

“Whatever,” she replied. “Don’t even worry about it.” Then, without giving him the chance to reply, she hung up the phone.

Cami felt absolutely ridiculous. Her hair was done up to high heaven and she had way too much makeup on. She was exfoliated and waxed to perfection. And now she was going to sit around all night feeling sorry for herself.

Maybe not
, she thought. She knew it was last minute, but she decided to give Maggie a call and see if her best friend was available before completely collapsing in on herself.

“Hey girl, what’s up?” Maggie said as she answered the phone.

“Drew just canceled our date,” Cami replied angrily.

“Ouch,” Maggie said.

“Yeah…less than two hours before we were scheduled to get together.”

“That sucks, Cami…but I’m sure he had a good reason.”

“He wouldn’t even tell me why,” Cami snarled angrily. “He just said he was sorry and would make it up to me…like that made everything okay. I’m so over that asshole. He’s so hot and cold.”

“I’m really sorry, Cami. But I know Drew is a nice guy. I’m sure he has a good reason.”

“Honestly,” Cami replied. “I really don’t give a fuck at this point. He can shove his reasons up his ass. I’m over it.”

“Um…okay then,” Maggie said.

“But I’m not calling just to bitch. I’m all made up with nowhere to go. What are you doing tonight?”

“Oh…well…” Maggie paused for a second before continuing. “I actually have a date tonight. But it’s a casual thing. I can cancel.”

“Oh my God, of course you’re not going to cancel,” Cami cried. “But I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were going on a date. I want to know all about it. Who’s the guy? How’d you meet? Is this the first date? It better be, or I’ll be pissed that you’re holding out on me!”

“Listen, Cami,” Maggie began when Cami finally paused to breathe. “This thing is kind of new, and I’m not really sure about it yet, so I don’t really want to say.”

“Okay,” Cami replied, taken aback. Her best friend had never
not
wanted to spill about her love life. In fact, Maggie normally wouldn’t shut up about whatever guy she was seeing at the moment. “Okay, I guess.”

“Thank you so much for understanding, Cami,” Maggie said, obviously relieved. “And I really will tell you eventually. I promise. I love you to death, but I have to go now ‘cuz he’ll be here soon. I’m really sorry about Drew.”

“That’s fine. Have a great night,” Cami said, trying to sound more cheerful than she felt. “Bye!”

“Bye!” Maggie called as she hung up the phone.

Cami tossed her cell on the couch cushion next to her and slumped over, feeling somehow even more dejected than she had before she’d called Maggie. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel happy for her best friend, because she did. She might’ve been slightly jealous that Maggie had a date when she didn’t, but not enough to hold it against her. And it wasn’t like Maggie didn’t deserve her privacy. She really did.

But, after all of Drew’s shadiness, Maggie’s secrecy just rubbed her the wrong way. Why was everyone being so weird all of a sudden? First Ken, with his ridiculous custody demands. Then Drew, with his weird hot-and-cold attentions. And now Maggie, and her secret boyfriend.

Cami got up and opened a bottle of wine, not even caring that it wasn’t yet five o’clock. It was a Saturday, she was off work, and she’d had a rough day…week…month, really. She deserved to get hammered while her daughter was at her scheming ex-husband’s house, probably cuddling up to his perfect Barbie doll of a new fiancée.

Cami was slumped over on the couch, three glasses of wine deep and watching
Sex and the City
reruns when the doorbell rang. She sat up, confused, then wandered towards the door. She opened it to find Drew standing in front of her. He had a bouquet of sunflowers in one hand while the other held a bag.

“Hi,” he said sheepishly. “Can I come in?”

“I don’t know,” Cami replied, hands on her hips. “I don’t know if you deserve to come inside.”

“Probably not, but I came to make amends for canceling so abruptly earlier. Look. I’m really sorry. And I brought flowers.” He held the sunflowers out, and Cami took them from him.

“They’re my favorite,” she admitted begrudgingly.

“I know,” he replied with a proud smile. “I also brought you a bottle of merlot and burgers from Downtown Grill.”

Cami eyed the bottle of wine—which just so happened to be her favorite brand. And, of course, Downtown Grill was her favorite place to eat.

“How did you—”

“Maggie,” Drew answered before Cami even had time to finish her question. “And I really owe her because she answered and talked me through everything, even though she was on a date.”

All the resentment Cami had been feeling towards Maggie immediately melted away, replaced by warmth. She felt guilty and promised herself that she’d do something nice for her best friend very soon. Reluctantly, Cami stepped away from the door and allowed Drew into the house.

Drew headed straight towards the dining room, where he began pulling delicious-smelling burgers out of the bag.

Cami came up behind him and slid into a seat, watching him work. He moved around her kitchen with ease, making himself at home as he searched out everything he needed. Eventually, they were both sitting across from each other, with plates stacked high with burgers and fries in front of them, two generous glasses of wine next to the food.

“So,” Drew started after they’d both begun eating. “I think I owe you an explanation about earlier.”

“You don’t have to explain,” Cami replied, though she really did want to know.

“My sister Elsie has been in a horrendous marriage. Her husband Robert is an abusive alcoholic. Well, she called me earlier today in tears because she’d seen Robert shake their four-year-old son, Robbie. She finally realized she needed to leave him and she was asking me for help. I really couldn’t say no to that. It took a lot longer than I expected, hence the canceled date. But they’re all set up in my apartment right now, and when I admitted to her that I’d canceled a date to help her, she insisted I go. And, since I’ve been waiting to see you for weeks, I could hardly put up a protest. So…a quick call to Maggie and here I am.”

Cami didn’t admit that she’d overheard Drew and his sister having a serious conversation about said marriage while at the beach house a few weeks ago. She didn’t want him to know that such a private moment had been witnessed. What she did do was offer him a large, sweet smile.

“You’re an amazing brother,” she told him. “I wish I’d had someone like you during my divorce.”

“Well,” he said with a smile of his own, “you have someone like me now.”

Cami smiled at that, feeling bold with the mixture of wine and Drew’s own confession.

“I’ve missed you too,” she admitted. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you…stop thinking about our last night together.”

Drew’s smile went from sweet to lascivious in a matter of moments.

“Oh, really?” he asked, his voice growing a little deeper. “And what couldn’t you stop thinking about?”

“You,” Cami replied. “You, holding me down, tying me up, telling me what to do.” She couldn’t believe she just said all this aloud.

Drew was looking at her with a gaze so intense that Cami thought she might explode. Her body was already responding, and she could feel desire beginning to build between her thighs. He licked his lips before standing and walking towards her side of the table. He offered her a hand, which she took, and he pulled her up and out of the kitchen. Their food was left half-eaten on the table as he directed her towards the bedroom.

Drew was the epitome of calm control as he led Cami to the bed.

“Strip,” he commanded as he stood next to her.

There was no hesitation in his tone, and Cami knew better than to question him. Instead, she slowly slipped off the t-shirt she’d donned when she’d realized that she’d be spending the night alone, then the unflattering sweatpants she’d also been wearing. Thankfully, Cami had forgone underwear of any kind out of laziness and she was soon standing in the middle of her bedroom completely bare. Drew stood still for a moment, silently devouring her body with his eyes, before he moved forward and pushed Cami until she fell against the mattress.

Like last time they had been together, Cami sprawled out against the comforter and watched Drew slowly undress himself. Once he was down to his boxer briefs, which were tented and wet with his excitement, Cami couldn’t control herself anymore. She rose to her knees and crawled to the foot of the bed, where she pressed her palm against his hard length through the thin fabric of his underwear.

“No,” he commanded her. “No touching. Just like last time. I want you to simply lay back and enjoy it while I take you apart. Let me take care of you.” He pressed her firmly against the mattress again, pulling her hands up over her head. “I’m not wearing a tie today, so I will need you to practice restraint and keep your hands right where I put them. But you don’t have to be quiet this time sweetheart. In fact, I want you to be loud. I want to hear you.”

Cami clutched the comforter above her head and nodded. Drew stepped back and pulled his underwear off. He was swollen and dripping—even more excited than the last time they’d been together. Cami moaned with desire as he crawled on top of her, rubbing his erection against her wet thigh, mixing his juices with her own as he began to suck and nip at her hard nipples.

Drew ground down against Cami’s thigh, but that wasn’t enough. She needed more friction. Without thinking, she reached down and grabbed his tight, muscled ass and pulled him towards her aching core. He immediately pulled back and crawled off her, pinning her hands to the bed above her head once again.

“Sorry,” Cami replied sheepishly. “I forgot.”

“I understand,” Drew said soothingly. “But it’s not going to happen again, do you hear me?”

“Yes, sir,” Cami answered, feeling herself shudder at her own response. She didn’t know where it had come from, but she’d loved the feeling of it slipping from her lips.

Leaving one hand on her wrists above her head, Drew used the other to flip Cami over in one fluid movement, so that she was sprawled out on her stomach. Cami let out a sharp, needy cry, thrusting her ass in the air in an attempt to find some sort of friction.

“You’ve been very naughty,” he said in her ear. “I know exactly what you need.”

With that, he brought his large, strong hand down roughly against her raised ass. The sharp sting of the contact caused an unexpected swell of pleasure within Cami, and she felt herself grow even more excited.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Drew asked with a chuckle. “I thought you would.”

Quickly, another slap was brought down on Cami’s ass, even harder than before. Cami moaned and pushed her buttocks higher into the air in encouragement. Then more smacks came down, one after the other, until Cami’s ass was stinging pleasantly, and she’d lost count of the number of time’s she’d been struck.

She’d never been spanked like this before and she would have never guessed that she would like it, but a thrill of pleasure shot through her with each point of contact. Soon, her ass felt like it was on fire, only matched by the burning heat between her legs. Cami closed her eyes and let go, allowing her insecurities and tendency to over-analyze to go as she let the sensations to wipe through her body and completely relinquished all control.

She lost track of time, and it wasn’t until Drew’s strong hands began to massage her hot, throbbing buttocks, that she realized the spanking was over. Drew squeezed and rubbed for a few minutes, stopping every few moments to bend down and kiss one cheek, then the other.