Margaret narrows her eyes and raises her chin defiantly.
I fold my arms in front of me and smirk. “You misunderstand me, Margaret. I’m a lot of things, but weak isn’t one of them.”
“How dare you? This is my son’s house.”
I smile sarcastically. “Oh, I dare. This is Owen’s family time, and I will stay with my son while he’s here. If you don’t like it, that’s just too bad.”
Our eyes are locked.
“You don’t have to like me, Margaret,” I say calmly. “But, as my son’s grandmother, I will try my best to like you……. although you are making that increasingly difficult.” I glance over and Natasha smirks.
“Now, if you don’t mind cutting down on your dramatics, I’m here for Jordana’s birthday. Go and make a scene somewhere else.”
The room falls silent and I turn to Cameron and kiss him on the lips quickly. “I’ll be out the back, baby.” Then I turn and head out the door.
“Hell, yeah,” I hear Joshua mutter as Natasha giggles.
I smirk and head outside without looking back.
Fuck off, you old mole. I’m not taking your shit and I’m not backing down.
I do things my way.
I read the text from Cameron and smirk.
It’s Thursday lunchtime now. We’ve been flirting all week and, other than the quick kisses he gave me when he dropped Owen off, we haven’t been alone at all. The Sunday family dinner at Natasha’s cemented that we are officially trying again. We went back to his house and had a big talk after dinner and I agreed to try and give things a go. We snuggled on the couch while Owen watched television. Cameron didn’t push for anything because he knew I wasn’t ready. Things are good between us and I think I’m finally ready to move on. He can sense it.
I missed you last night.
I glance up at him across the cafeteria table and our eyes lock. He’s sitting with Amber, listening to her babble, yet he’s messaging me. I text back.
You getting soppy on me, Stanton?
He smirks and texts back.
Totally.
What are you going to do about it?
I text back.
That depends.
An answer fires straight back.
On what?
I read his reply and write back.
On what you want me to do
about it?
He glances at me and texts back.
Since we both know I’m about to die from a massive s
perm overload, I think you
already know what I need.
I bite my bottom lip to stifle my smile. Jeez, this is highly inappropriate cafeteria behaviour, but he’s just so fun to sext. I write back.
Tell me what you want?
I want the details. All the sordid details.
He raises an eyebrow and his dark eyes drop to my lips before he replies.
I want to start with you on your back, n
aked, your legs wide open for me.
I want to inhale every inch of you with my tongue.
You have no idea h
ow badly I need to taste you.
How badly I need to be inside of you…
That will do. I look up to see the desire dancing like fire in his eyes, and my body starts to tingle with arousal. When he looks at me this way, it’s like I can already feel his touch on my skin. Another text bounces back.
Get Jenna to mind Owen tonight
Come over.
Spend the night with me.
I smirk and write back.
Come over or come under?
He smiles sexily.
You will come under a
nd then you will come over.
I need you.
Good God. I get a vision of riding that beautiful, big cock. God, it’s been so long.
Nine weeks.
Nine weeks without him touching me feels like a lifetime. I text back.
I will see what I can do.
xoxo
It’s after nine when I knock on Cameron’s door.
I waited until I got Owen to bed before I came over. If he knew I was coming here without him, there would have been hell to pay. Cameron answers the door in his boxer shorts and nothing else. He smiles down on me. I didn’t tell him I was definitely coming, but I’m pretty sure he’s happy that I did. My eyes drop to his broad, muscular chest and the chiselled abs.
My heart somersaults in my chest. He’s just so perfect.
“Miss Tucker,” he breathes as he steps forward and takes my face between his hands. His eyes hold mine as he bends and kisses me. He’s all suction and domination.
I smile against his lips as his hips grind against me, and I feel my sex clench in appreciation of his hard body. He grabs my hand and rips me roughly into the house, slamming the door shut behind us.
He walks through to the kitchen and sits me up on the counter. He spreads my legs in my dress and runs his hands up my bare thighs.
Goosebumps scatter my skin as he looks at me. “Do you have any idea how badly I need you?” he whispers.
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. For the first time in nine weeks, we’re alone. This could be dangerous.
He grabs my hair in his hand, pulls my head back, and kisses me. His tongue slides through my open mouth and I sigh against his lips.
My eyes shut and I moan. Oh God, I need this.
I need him.
His mouth drops to my neck where he bites and sucks me so hard I think I’ll be marked tomorrow, but I don’t care. I want him to mark me.
I want him to claim me.
His mouth drops to my breast and he bites my nipple through my dress. I cry out. “Ouch, Cam,” I whisper as I hold the back of his head.
“Don’t touch me, Bloss. Not tonight,” he whispers against my breast. “I need it hard and deep. There is no ouch tonight.”
Bloody hell. Let’s get straight to it then.
My stomach flutters with fear because I know he means it. Just as he said, he kisses me hard and deep. His lips run feverishly over my collarbone and chest. He pushes me back over the counter and the things go flying. Ah, shit. Can we have a glass of wine first, at least?
I lay back as he lifts my dress and removes my panties. He can’t wait one second longer. I hold my breath as I stare up at the ceiling. This seems so damn intimate when he looks at me like this. He parts me with his fingers, slowly bending so his tongue sweeps through my flesh.
Holy shit. “Ohh,” I cry
His eyes close and he starts to eat me for dear life-long, hard sucks and nibbles. All I can do is hold onto his broad shoulders. “Jesus Christ, Cameron, can we not get to the bed first?”
He moans a guttural sound and… Oh shit, I’m going to come already.
He holds me apart as his tongue tears down the last of my defences. I cry out as I shudder and come in his mouth.
His eyes darken as he licks up my cream, and my back arches off the kitchen counter.
Holy fuck. Holy fucking fuck.
He bites my inner thigh and I nearly jump off the counter. “I need my cock in your mouth, Bloss.” He growls.
“Bloody hell, Cam, get us to the bedroom. You’re a sex maniac. Hello, by the way,” I breathe.
“You knew this all along.” He smirks. “And hello.” He grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. Before I know it, he is dragging me up the stairs and into his bedroom.
He pulls my dress over my shoulders, and his eyes drop to my body. He smiles in appreciation. “You are just so fucking beautiful.”
I smile because he makes me feel beautiful.
He slowly removes my bra and then pushes me down onto my knees on the carpet. “Spread your legs.” He growls.
I spread my legs as I kneel in front of him, and he smiles as he slides his boxer shorts down.
His huge cock springs free and I gasp as I see the size of him. Bloody hell, how the fuck does he hide that thing?
He grabs the back of my head. “Open,” he whispers.
I open my mouth as my eyes search his and he feeds himself into it. He slides deep, and I gag and he throws his head back in pleasure at the feel of my tongue around him. He holds the back of my head as I struggle to take him.