This. I deserve this and everything that comes with it. I deserve to be cherished the way Cam cherishes me. To be flaunted and loved.
I don’t know exactly how I’m going to get Trey out of my life yet, but I will find a way to keep my parents safe and myself safe, one way or another. I’m tired of living in fear of him. Maybe I could get in touch with my parents and tell them what happened and why they need to leave their home. If they come here, Chloe and her family could help protect them. My mind can’t stop trying to come up with a plan, but I do my best to push it away for the time being.
When I agreed to come here with Cam tonight, I still had a lot of reservations. Seeing him on the ice was incredible. Watching him pummel that player right in front of me was intimidating and a little scary, but I know that Cam wouldn’t hurt me. But the power he holds and the fact that, if he wanted to, he easily could hurt me, is a thought I had a hard time ignoring when that guy was lying on the ice after Cam’s hit. And that was a full-grown six-foot man, and he did that kind of damage from one hit. I wasn’t scared of Cam, just Cam’s strength.
But every time he’s with me, he is so soft and gentle and loving. He never makes me doubt his intentions. Even in the times where his intentions are PG-13, like right now. Granted, I am playing a large part in the reason he’s reacting this way.
When he sat me down on his lap, I saw flashes of the night he and I masturbated to each other. Feeling him beneath me for the first time is electrifying. And every time I shift or move, I can feel him get harder. It’s addictive.
I consider his comment about him playing with me here in front of everyone. I don’t necessarily want that, but the thought of it is erotic.
As I lean back, my back sits flush against him. Turning my head, I whisper into his ear, “So, when do you want to get out of here, hotshot?”
“Now,” he insists. “But, uh, I’m going to need you to walk in front of me.”
My face burns as I realize what he just said. “Okay. Hold on. Let me finish this quickly. I don’t want to waste it.”
He growls in my ear, “Hurry, Little Dove. The longer you’re on my lap, the harder I’m getting. It’s all for you, baby.”
I take three large drinks, draining the cup almost completely.
“We’re going to head out, guys. Brett, do you need a ride?” Cam asks him.
“That’d be great, man. Thanks,” he says and downs his entire glass of beer.
I finish my drink and set the glass down, feeling the buzz as tingles dance over my skin.
“Are you ready?” Cam asks me and lifts his hips, pressing into me.
I gulp as the tingles are replaced with overwhelming nerves for what is to come tonight. I know what I want, and I know what I’ll let him do, which are two very different things.
Until I sort Trey out, I’m not ready to tell him the truth about everything. Which also means that I’m not letting him fuck me and moan my fake name. It would feel so wrong. He doesn’t deserve to be lied to either. He said he wouldn’t fuck me until I could trust him without fear. Well, I won’t let him do the same until he knows the truth.
Standing up, I hook my purse over my shoulder. “It was nice meeting you all. Laura, it was great seeing you again!”
Laura smiles at me. “You too! I miss stopping in there with Jack! You’ll have to build a second location here.”
I laugh. “Yeah, I’ll get right on that.”
Nikki’s Coffee makes a good amount of money, but not enough to put up a second location that’s states away from the first.
“Good-bye, Cam’s girlfriend!” one of the guys in the back shouts. “Send your hot friends my way, please.”
I giggle and smile at him. He couldn’t handle Chloe. She would chew him up and spit him out.
Brett stands and turns to me, reaching for my hand. “Come on, babe. Let’s get going.”
“Funny,” Cam says as he slaps Brett’s hand away.
His lips press into the top of my head, and his fingers wrap around my waist before he gently guides me away.
“See you tomorrow, boys,” Cam announces.
“Use protection!” one of the guys shouts to him.
One of the players shouts embarrassingly loud, “Don’t be silly; wrap your willy!”
“Oh my God,” Cam groans as we pick up pace with Brett on our tails.
The cold air causes goose bumps to shoot up all over my arms. I should’ve grabbed a coat, but when we left for the game, Cam’s hoodie was warm enough.
We hustle to the car, and Cam gets my door for me. The car is already surprisingly warm. He must’ve started it from inside. Brett dives into the backseat and sits in the middle with his arms across the backs of our seats.
Cam gets in and shivers. “I’m sorry, Nikki. They can be a lot to handle sometimes.”
“Oh, don’t be. They’re funny.” I smile at his worried face.
Brett laughs. “What did you expect, Costy? That’s the first time you’ve ever brought a girl to meet the team. Of course they weren’t going to go easy.”
First time?
“You’re saying he’s never brought a girlfriend to meet you guys?” I ask, shocked.
Brett shakes his head. “I’m saying he’s never kept someone around long enough to become his girlfriend to then bring to meet us.”
“Brett, shut up,” Cam begs him.
“What?” Brett shrugs. “Not my fault. I’m just speaking the truth. Clearly, you’re special to him, or you wouldn’t be here. I can tell you that. And he damn sure wouldn’t spend the few days off we get during the season to fly to you.”
My heart races, and my stomach flutters at his words. I knew Cam was a bit of a player. But I didn’t know I was the first girl he’d invited to meet everyone, let alone the first girlfriend they knew about.
Cam shoots Brett a glare through the rearview mirror, which seems to shut him up.
“Is that true?” I ask Cam as he pulls into a parking spot at what I’m guessing is their condo.
He throws the car into park and looks at me with such intensity. “Yes. Only you.”
He might have only said three words, but it felt like so much more. It’s only you who has met them. It’s only you who I have claimed as my girlfriend. It’s only you that I want.
“All right, I’m going to head inside before you guys start going at it right here,” Brett says, exiting the car.
I grab my purse and open my door, breaking the tension before Cam and I do just that.
As we walk toward the skyscraper of a building, I shoot Chloe a text.
Me: I’m staying at Cam’s tonight. See you in the morning?
She answers right away.
Chloe: YESSSSS!!! Oh, my pleas to the heavens have come true! Go have fun! Be safe! I want every detail tomorrow!!!
Me: OMG. You go have fun with your dad’s friend, LOL.
Chloe: Already on it! Don’t worry! Good night, babes! XOXO
Locking my phone, I drop it into my purse and focus on what’s right in front of me. Cam, Brett, and I make our way to the elevator and then their condo. When he opens the door, my jaw drops. It’s beautiful and surprisingly clean. I’ve seen almost every inch of this house on FaceTime, but it doesn’t come close to comparing to how it looks in person.
The floor is black marble with matching countertops. It’s modern and sleek, and it looks like the perfect bachelor pad. White cabinets line the kitchen with state-of-the-art appliances. I wonder how much cooking is actually done there.
“Your guys’ place is so nice,” I tell them as I kick my tennis shoes off.
“Thanks. I had it all to myself before Cam invited himself to live with me.” Brett chuckles.
“Shut the fuck up.” Cam laughs. “I did not. You practically begged me to.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Brett mocks as he walks off to some other part of the place.
“Do you want something to drink?” Cam asks.
“Water would be great.”
He nods and walks toward the stunning kitchen. When he reaches up to the top of a cabinet to grab a glass, his shirt and sweatshirt lift up, revealing a deep V carved in his hips and perfectly toned abs.
How can someone like him even exist?
He fills the glass from the fridge and hands it to me, grabbing my free hand and walking backward toward a closed door.
“I love you being here, in my place.” He bites his lip. “Do you have to leave?”
How did I even end up here in the first place? I think he hypnotized me and convinced me to put all of my guards down for him. There is no other logical answer for the way I feel for him. It’s overwhelming.
“I have to,” I say as he opens the door to his bedroom. “You know that.”
He smirks. “Doesn’t mean I can’t try to convince you to stay.” He closes it behind us.
“Hmm.” I roll my eyes. “And how do you plan on doing that?” I drop my purse to the ground by the door.
He releases my hand and pulls his sweatshirt over his head, taking the shirt with it. “I can’t tell you my secrets. You’ll have to wait and find out for yourself.”
“Hmm,” I hum, at a loss for words. “Okay. Good luck.”
He throws his clothes on the ground and grabs the TV remote, turning the TV on. “I don’t need luck.”
“You’re pretty cocky for someone who hasn’t even truly touched me yet,” I say, snarky.
He’s in front of me in the blink of an eye, towering over me. He steps toward me and pushes me back until I’m leaning against his closed door with his arms caging my head in.
“You think I haven’t wanted to?” He leans down and breathes me in. “It’s all I think about. I dream of it every night—what you will feel like when I fill you with my cock, what your moans will sound like when you’re begging for more. Touching you is all I have wanted to do, Little Dove.”
My breaths are panting in and out as his face is inches near mine. “Me too.”
He smirks and brushes his lips against my cheek. “Me too what? What do you think about?”
Fucking hell.
“Say it,” he orders.
Huffing, I whisper, “I think about what your tongue will feel like between my legs. I think about what your kinks are and if I would like them too. I think about what it’s going to be like the first time we fuck because—let’s face it—you’re huge and it’s probably going to hurt.”
He moans, and the vibrations tickle my cheek. “Fuck.”
The fingers of his right hand trail down my stomach and hook under the bottom of the sweatshirt, lifting slowly. His callous fingertips graze my soft skin as he lifts it higher and higher until my bra is exposed. He pulls it up and over my head until my arms are stretched up above me. He doesn’t take it off the rest of the way. Instead, he clasps my wrists in his hand and holds me there.
A deep and sexy chuckle leaves his lips. His hooded eyes explore me. “You are so beautiful.”
His free hand reaches out and trails across my skin, and I can tell without looking that it’s over one of my scars. He does it again to a different one. And another.
How can the touch of his fingertip feel so good?
He hooks his finger under my bralette. His darkened stare meets my eyes as he lifts it up, and my breasts bounce free.
“Fuck, baby,” he moans and cups my left breast in his hand, kneading it.
His thumb brushes over my nipple, and I gasp at the unexpected jolt of pleasure. My eyes flutter open and shut as he continues to flick my nipple over and over.
His forehead presses into mine, and the heavy breaths from our desperate need mix together.
“Tell me,” Cam groans into my mouth. “Tell me you’re mine.”
When I hesitate, he pinches my nipple between his fingers.
“Cam.”
“Tell me that no one else will ever touch you like this.” He rips the hoodie and bralette off of me and grabs my other breast, doubling the intensity. “Tell me you’re mine, like I’m yours.”
“Fuck, Cam. That feels so good,” I whimper, and he freezes.
As I slowly open my eyes, he is staring at me, waiting for me.
Nodding, I try to find words, find coherent thoughts, but my brain is mush. “Please.”
“Tsk, tsk.” Cam flicks my nipples at once, and I gasp. He leans down until our lips are just barely touching. “Tell me, baby.”
“I’m yours, Cam. Only yours. Now, please, don’t fucking stop,” I beg.
His lips crash into mine, and in one swift motion, he lifts me up and sets me on his hips, carrying me over to the bed.
His tongue tastes my lips, and I part mine, letting him in. He lays me down on the bed as his tongue explores mine, and we kiss with ferocity.
His fingertips grab my jaw, and he pulls away and runs his tongue up my stretched neck. “Lift your hips.”
I listen and lift them up as he grips my leggings and panties. He pulls them both down to my ankles, tossing them onto the floor.
“Fucking hell, baby. Look at you. You’re fucking perfection,” he growls.
Biting my lip, he runs his hand from the inside of my ankle and up my leg, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake, reaching higher and higher until he finds the apex of my thigh, bordering the spot I desperately need him to touch.
“You’re fucking soaked for me, aren’t you, Little Dove?” Cam’s husky voice asks.
I nod as my head leans back, anticipating his next move, which comes instantly. I moan as he runs his fingers between my legs.
“Cam …” I beg him for more as I look at him.
He lifts his wet fingers to his lips and sucks his fingers clean with the sexiest gleam in his stare. “Mmm. I just knew you would taste so sweet.”
Fuck. Fucking hell. Screw everything. I want him to fuck me now. I need him to fuck me now.
“Put your head on the pillows,” he says as he kneels on the bed.
I sit up and inch backward until my head is on his black silk pillows.
“Open those pretty legs for me, baby. I want to see all of you,” he says as he pushes his joggers and boxers down his hips, his massive erection springing free.
My mouth starts watering.
Forcing my legs open, he squints at me and whispers, “More.”
He takes his pants and boxers off and throws them off of the bed before he moves closer. I push my knees further apart, completely exposing myself to him.
“No one else is ever looking at your perfect pussy. No one else will ever taste it and feel it stretch around their cock. Your pussy is mine. You’re mine, Little Dove. Do you understand?” He grabs his length and pumps it slowly.
I’ve never wanted to be claimed so badly before, to be obsessed over, to be owned. But I want to be his more than I’ve ever wanted anything else. Him being possessive yet respectful like this is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“I understand,” I whisper, on the verge of pouncing on him if he doesn’t hurry up.
He releases himself and grabs my knees, placing them over his shoulders as he lies down on the bed in front of me. “I want to hear every moan and scream. Don’t hold back. I don’t care if Brett and the entire building hear you. At least they’ll know exactly who you belong to.”
My nerves explode as he runs his tongue up my center, savoring me. He moans, and my legs flinch from the vibrations. He latches on to me and tastes every inch of me, lapping me up. His fingers graze my entrance, and I throw my head back. His finger plunges inside of me and thrusts, quickly joined by a second finger. They pump in and out of me as his mouth suctions on to my clit, his tongue flicking rapidly against it.
“Ahh, fuck,” I moan and grip the sheets as he picks up pace from my praise.
A third finger slides into me, and I gasp at the new sensations and pressure. He pumps faster, and his tongue flicks over me harder and harder. I’m not going to last much longer like this. A shiver runs down the length of my body, and I know my climax is coming, faster than I’d like.
Looking at Cam, I’m hit with a new wave of pleasure at the sight in front of me. His dark blue eyes are locked on to mine. His dark hair falls over his forehead, and his arms are flexed. The vision is enough to send me over the edge. I hold his stare, and he releases my clit, only to suck on it again harder, tugging slightly.
“Fuck, Cam,” I scream as I plummet over the edge.
His assault doesn’t slow as every nerve in my body explodes, waves of never-ending pleasure pulsing through me over and over.
“Give me one more, Little Dove,” Cam demands as he devours me again, the sensations more intense than before.
His fingers continue to thrust in and out of me as he sits up and hovers over me. His thumb presses my clit, matching the rhythm of his fingers.
His long cock rubs against my stomach as he leans his head down to mine, our foreheads rolling together. Reaching down, I grip him in my hand, which can’t even wrap around his hardened shaft, and pump him, feeling a drop of pre-cum fall onto me.
“Fuck, baby. Just like that,” he moans, and his eyes roll back.
I can’t help but stare at him, at how he reacts to every move I make. As I pump him, base to tip, I run my thumb over the tip, and his thumb works me harder and faster.
“Keep going. Don’t come yet. I’m almost there,” he growls as his breathing picks up.
I cup his balls with my other hand, massaging him as I continue to work his full length.
“Your pussy is so tight. I can’t wait to feel you stretch around my cock,” he groans, and I feel the second orgasm approaching.
He circles his fingers inside of me without missing a beat, his thumb changing direction. And that’s all it takes.
“Make me come for you,” he orders, and I grab his shaft with both hands, pumping him in long, hard strokes.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck. Yes,” he moans deeply.
His thumb twitches, and I’m hit with an explosion of pleasure. My head digs into the pillow as I come around his fingers.
“Fuuuck,” Cam calls out as he comes over my breasts and stomach.
We quiver as our orgasms tear through us and our breaths pant against each other’s lips.
“Cam,” I whimper. “That was …” I trail off. “The best.”
His breathing slows, and without a word, he kisses me gently and passionately. He kisses me until I only know myself as Cam’s girl. Not someone in hiding. Not someone with a fake name. But as someone who is undoubtedly his.
He pulls away and pushes off of the bed, turning to walk to the bathroom. And I see them—every mark on his back. Every inch is covered in scars, long marks stretching across his skin. His dad did that, hurt him. I can’t imagine having a father like that. The person he was supposed to be able to trust broke him. I can’t imagine the physical pain he felt, let alone the loss of any trust of a loved one. To him, anyone can hurt anyone. No one is assumed to be safe. He lives with that fear—that anyone can turn on him at any point.
A lot of which I can understand and relate to. He understands my darkness so well because he has a very similar darkness of his own.
He walks out of the bathroom with a towel in hand and cleans me up, wiping the wetness from between my legs before cleaning up the cum he decorated my skin with.
He throws the towel in the bathroom and grabs the shirt he had on earlier. “Here.”
Taking the shirt from him, I slide it over my head and envelop myself in the scent of Cam. “Thank you.”
He gathers his clothes on the floor and tosses them into the hamper, followed by my panties and clothes. I guess I’m sleeping commando tonight.
He grabs boxers and wiggles them over his hips before grabbing the TV remote and asking me, “What do you want to watch? Movie? Show?”
“Movie,” I say as he hits the lights and joins me in bed.
He pulls the covers back, and I crawl underneath them with him. I lay my head down on his chest, and he grabs a few strands of my hair, twirling them between his fingers as he searches for a movie to watch.
“You’re the first person, aside from Kos and Brett, who have seen my back fully. In showers after games, my back is always kept to the wall and is draped with a towel the second I’m done. No other girl ever has. I would blindfold them or keep my shirt on. But I wanted you to see me, every part of me,” he says casually, as if it wasn’t the most vulnerable statement in the world.
“Thank you,” I say, kissing his chest.
“For what?” he asks as he clicks on a Marvel movie.
Laying my arm over his waist, I pull myself in tighter against him. “For trusting me enough to show me.”
“Always, Little Dove. I meant everything I said tonight. It wasn’t just sex talk,” he says as the movie starts, and he sets the remote on the nightstand.
Gulping, I say what I shouldn’t, something forcing me to acknowledge that I’m falling harder and harder. “Me too.”
“I’m glad you’re coming to tomorrow’s game.” Cam says quietly.
“Of course. There’s no where else I would rather be,” I confess.
He smiles. “Good.”
“Try not to get into any fights over me tomorrow.” I laugh.
“As long as everyone’s mouth stays shut about you, that won’t be a problem,” he says. “But it’s hockey, so someone is bound to chirp and get their ass kicked. Just the way it works.”
“It’s kind of exciting,” I say, remembering the adrenaline I felt when Cam smashed that guy.
“Oh, so you like the fighting then?” He chuckles.
I nuzzle into him. “It’s beautiful in a way. The way the game works. It’s an eye-for-an-eye balance. If someone hurts your guy, you hurt them back. The violence is expected and, in a sense, controlled. And if anyone gets out of hand, they are punished for it. Retribution and justice are demanded. I wish that would apply in other aspects of life sometimes. If you hurt someone, you get hurt back.”
He rubs my back, and I relax in his arms.
“I am your retribution.” He kisses the top of my head. “If someone dares to hurt you, they will answer to me.”
My eyes well up with tears, and a lump forms in my throat. “Thank you.”
