Ultimate Surrender: The Surrender Series, Book 2 (9 page)

“W-w-what? Pool boy. How dirty of you!”

“What can I say? It’s a gift.”

“The pool boy. Really? Oh my fuck, did you just say an hour and a half?”

She nodded.

“Well, that makes me look like a total loser.”

“It was awesome. He was a few years older. I’d been taunting him for at least two summers. In a bikini.”

“There it is. The murder weapon. Those little things can absolutely kill. You’re like one of those sirens, spinning your tail and then whammo.”

“Whammo,” she laughed. “Who even says stuff like that?”

“I do. ’Cause I’m awesome. An hour and a half.” He shook his head. “You totally win.”

“I sure did that day. Parents were gone. I was feeling unbelievably repressed by all of my parents’ rules and decided to get back at them in a way that only I would know about. I’ve never told anyone that story.” She glanced at the movie and he did the same.

Probably just to keep from staring at her. “A rule breaker. So awesome. I have one question and I have to ask it.”

“Shoot.” She looked back at him.

“Was it in your parents’ bed?”

Her smile said it all.

“So very dirty. Were you in any danger of being caught?”

She shrugged. “Of them walking in and finding us going at it in between their sheets? No. Of them discovering his cum on their pillows when they got home later that night? Absolutely.”

“You didn’t?”

“Of course not.” Her naughty grin made another appearance. “He did. I was tied to their bed. He might have been originally aiming for my face but missed. Then made it a thing. It was so hot.”

Momentarily, Campbell completely shut down. Her tied to a bed? Not sweet missionary sex in the dark. Not even her first time. He knew it. But faced with the reality of it? Fuck. Complete shutdown. “You never fail to surprise me, Natalie.”

She yawned. “Ditto.”

They fell into an easy silence and watched the rest of the movie.

Campbell had about a million questions to ask but seriously couldn’t find his voice. Fuck. Having the covers hide his dick was a blessing. Or a curse. He hadn’t figured which one yet.

A little while later he sat up against the headboard. Not for any particular reason other than the fact he was getting tired and he did not need to fall asleep in Natalie’s bed. Even if it was dark and warm and he liked the way she looked in the light from the television.

The baddie showed up on screen with Brad Pitt and Natalie gasped. Her hand latched on to his thigh beneath the comforter, which of course made his cock jerk as if he were standing at attention ready to be called into service at any time.

He chuckled a bit and hoped she believed he was laughing at her reaction instead of himself at not being able to control his dick.

Instead of letting go, or even holding on at the same spot, she focused on him then squeezed his leg higher and lower. Not a lot but enough to create goosebumps up his arms. “Can I help you?” He barely got the words out before he had to swallow.

Fuck, she made his mouth water.

“Good lord, Campbell, do you have any fat on you? Anywhere?”

“Sure. Seven percent is fat actually.”

She wrinkled her nose at him and shook her head. “You have seven percent body fat. Ugh.”

“Why is that a bad thing?”

She pointed at the comforter and he totally didn’t get it.

“Not following.”

Making a face, she sat up, and Campbell was a little shocked they were shoulder to shoulder. He’d only moved a tiny bit closer. He glanced at his side of the bed. Okay, maybe a few inches more than a tiny bit, but whatever.

Glancing at her side of the bed—damn—she’d moved closer to him as well. They sat in the middle of the bed with nothing much more than good intentions between them.

“Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“Obviously. I may have lost track of what we’re arguing about.”

“We aren’t arguing.” She raised her voice at the end, making him smile something hard-core. “Okay, maybe a tiny bit, but it’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?” He turned a few inches toward her because he actually cared why she was upset. Odd.

“You can probably work out a tiny bit a week, eat whatever you want, and you can achieve seven percent. I can eat like a bird, put hours into the gym each month, and these,” she gestured toward her perfect breasts, “will always put me in some crazy-ass high category like thirty-three percent.”

“That’s not crazy high and it’s different for everyone. Trust me. You’re healthy.”

“I had a doctor one time tell me I was considered overweight because of my breasts. Even tried to convince me getting a breast reduction surgery was the way to go. I was probably no more than twenty at the time. And people wonder why women of every body type have issues with themselves.”

“Fuck that.” He wrinkled his nose at her instead of saying anything else.

She smiled with an eye roll and that one made him
grrr
.

“Listen up. You are perfect. Your breasts? Works of art I’m sure. No, I haven’t seen them naked but thinking about seeing them has kept me hard for most of the movie.”

“Most of?”

“Okay. Fine. All of. I’m a tit guy and I like ’em large. And natural? Hell yeah. I’m not looking to feel a pair of knockers and get a handful of tennis ball. That does nothing for me. Fake tits might look good in magazines but in the bedroom, natural all the way. And as for whatever schmuck told you—”

“Did you just say schmuck?”

“Yes, I did. You Yankees are rubbing off on me. And don’t distract me. I’m on my soapbox.”

She snorted. “By all means keep going if you’re on a roll.”

“And to the schmuck who told you big boobs made you overweight, he’s a complete nut bag who doesn’t know his dick from a hole in the ground.”

“But thirty whatever percent is way up there.”

“So?”

“What do you mean so? I don’t want to be unhealthy.”

“And you think if you have some ungodly low twelve percent body fat and wander around like a body builder and don’t have enough calories to support yourself because all you eat is salad and air makes you healthy? All of that shit is relative. All of it. Every body,” he gestured from her head to her toes, “is different. Fat on a woman makes her feminine and delicious. Curves on a woman are sexy. Yes there’s a line you can cross into unhealthy territory, but guess what? You’re not anywhere near that line. You’re thin with big boobs. Any man should be so lucky to get to lick every inch of you.”

She still looked skeptical.

“I’ve been hard the entire movie because of you. Your body. Fantasizing about what you look like naked.”

“It could be completely awful and you’re never gonna know.”

He shrugged. “True. But you know what I have going for me that you seem to have failed to remember?”

She looked a bit horrified. “Oh gawd. What?”

“I pulled you out from under the bed. All you got covering that pretty pussy of yours is a tiny pair of low-rise Irish rainbow panties. So I saw from your toes up to your mid back minus the unmentionables in the middle.”

Rolling her eyes should not have turned him on any more. “But you just mentioned them.”

He didn’t let her derail him. “And I’ve seen your arms and chest in tank tops. You work out. Not to the point of being manly. Just hot. So I’ve seen about ninety percent of your body and I’m ninety-nine percent certain the bits I haven’t seen are going to keep me up quite a few nights. No clue how many nights I’ll have to take care of myself in the shower just so I can sleep and keep my hands to myself.”

Her teeth in her bottom lip distracted the fuck out of him. “You’re worried about not keeping your hands to yourself?” Her soft question distracted him even more.

“Hell yes.”

And that’s when it happened.

A genuine smile.

Her eyes twinkled and her pretty white teeth made an appearance and she even tilted her head to the side.

“Fuck, I love it when you smile at me like that. I mean seriously. A real smile for you? Fuck.” Talk about intoxicating.

Which would be his defense later when asked why he palmed her cheek and rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip.

Her smile turned into something more. It heated his blood and caused his dick to raise his hand in the air.

“You say it like it’s an anomaly,” she whispered. Her breath hit his moist thumb and he wanted nothing more than to taste her mouth.

Total lie. He wanted to taste every inch of her, but if lying to himself kept his dick in his pants, then he could live with that.

It took him only a moment to remember what the fuck he said a few seconds ago. “You tend to sneer in my direction more than smile I do believe.”

Her sigh in response made his heart squeeze in his chest again. “Sorry.”

“Oh Jesus. Did you just apologize to me? Twice in one day? I think I might need mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. I’m going to lie down now so I don’t faint.” He willed his hand to let her go and moved down in the covers until his head was on one of her pillows again. “Quick. Come snuggle me before I pass out.” He held his arm closest to her open and lay there as if he were on the verge of needing life support.

“But what about your celibacy?”

He peeled one eyelid open and gawked at her. “Are you saying you’d take advantage of me in my weakened state? How dare you!”

That smile appeared again plus a huge eye roll. But he got what he wanted. Not what he needed but what he wanted. She wiggled down in bed and moved closer. Unwilling to be an inactive participant in the cuddle position, he pulled her close and wrapped her arm over him.

He’d wanted her pressed against him.

But needed?

He needed her naked, beneath him, hands cuffed to the headboard behind them.

If he couldn’t have that, with his vow of chastity and all, then this was a close second. And a heck of a lot closer than what he’d thought before her.

“Uh, Campbell?”

Something in her voice made him think he might have a chance at getting the rest of what he needed. “Yes?”

“Can you tell your cock to calm down? He’s tenting the comforter and I can’t see past him to view the rest of the movie.”

Opening his eyes, Campbell cursed. “Good God, man. Have some decency.” He thought about some options and only came up with one good one. Feeling down her body and along her thigh, he gripped her top leg behind the knee. Didn’t take him long to pull it up his thigh and settle her knee straight across his unruly dick. Trapping it against his stomach sounded like the best course of action.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Nope. Gotta do whatchu gotta do.”

“Just tell it to go down.”

“You’re shitting me, right? It’s not like an air balloon with a relief valve. I can’t push a button to get it to deflate. Fuck, and if you keep moving your knee against it, then it’s certainly not going to go down anytime soon.” He trapped her knee and held it firm. Fuck, her laughing at him shouldn’t have turned him on anymore.

“Okay, okay. I’m not moving anymore. See?” She went limp against him and fuck if it didn’t make his dick jerk.

“Good. Now watch the movie. And if you’re a good girl I’ll tuck you in before I take Killer back to the couch to sleep.”

Her sigh moved across his chest and he hugged her to him.

Several minutes went by and he really thought maybe she’d fallen asleep until she spoke. “Hey, Campbell?”

“Mmhmm?”

“Thanks for watching a movie with me. Talking.” She shrugged. “I don’t do this very often.”

He wondered what she meant by that. Watch movies? Cuddle? Talk with someone else of the opposite sex? He didn’t know. But whatever made her sound like that he was all for. Rubbing her arm, he kissed the top of her head as she fully relaxed against him once again. “Anytime, roomie. Any. Time.” And he meant it.

Spending time with her and not having sex had been nice actually.

No hidden agenda to get in her rainbow panties had allowed him to talk to her, even get to know her a little better.

They finished watching the movie and he would actually admit to being completely shocked that she fell asleep on him before the last scene.

The final gunshots didn’t even wake her up.

Her body curled into his and her breath across his skin totally turned him on. His cock, which hadn’t ever actually gone down, jerked again when she wiggled as he reached for the remote next to her.

Turning off the movie and television plunged the room into darkness, but only until his eyes could adjust to the lack of artificial light. Light from a full moon illuminated her bed and her beautiful face as she rolled over onto her back and kicked off the covers.

He was normally a furnace of heat on his own. Add a hot girl next to him and he turned into a nuclear reactor.

And fuck, was she a hot girl.

One of her arms raised up and rested next to her on her pillow. The other grasped the bottom of her t-shirt, which had risen up enough to expose the bottom of her ribs.

He should leave. He knew this. Accepted it as truth and knew it was what he needed to do. ’Cause he sure as hell wasn’t going to get any sleep with an almost naked chick pressed next to him. Especially not when she angled her head toward him as if asking for him even in her sleep. He normally followed the gnaw-his-arm-off philosophy when it came to things like this, because he’d rather chew his arm off than sleep next to a chick all night.

Reaching for her was like something out of every fantasy he’d ever had. His fingers skimmed the tight flesh on her abdomen and the tip of one finger fit perfectly in a gap her panties made off her hipbone.

Was he or was he not going to seduce her? That was the question.

She answered the question for him as she pulled her shirt a tiny bit higher, moved an ankle over his leg and then she whispered something.

One word. Two syllables. Two completely unrelated words except when they combined to be— “Camp…bell.”

Fuck. Not even he could resist that one.

Throwing caution to the wind, he decided to press on. He’d wake her up slowly and see what happened. Worst-case scenario was she kicked his ass to the couch where he was destined for anyway.