The Trouble with You (Rixon Raiders 1)

“I... Cameron,” she breathed, fighting a smile. “I can’t feel my legs.”

Untangling myself from her body, I backed up, giving her some space. She was all over me and I wanted nothing more than to bring my fingers to my lips and suck them clean, but Hailee was panicking. I saw it written all over her face.

“You okay?” I asked, not caring I had a raging hard on that was impossible to hide in my tight boxers.

“I... that was...”

I braced myself for her smart-assed reply, but instead she caught me completely off-guard.

“Amazing,” she sighed dreamily.

“Yeah?” Sounding far too pleased with myself, I cringed.

But it was her.

Hailee made some of the other shit disappear. The constant pressure. The worry over Mom. About picking a college. And although I enjoyed nothing more than the push and pull between us, I also just enjoyed her.

The quiet moments.

Being around Hailee was like a breath of fresh air, and I already craved another hit.

“I’ll let you get cleaned up.” My lip curved in a smirk. I couldn’t help it. Knowing I’d made her come apart did things to me. Serious things.

Things I hadn’t anticipated.

“Okay.” She gave me a small smile and I left the bathroom.

If we didn’t materialize soon, Xander would come looking. He had questions about my friend. Heaps of questions and I knew I couldn’t trust him to keep quiet in front of Mom and Dad, so when I’d delivered him to the kitchen, I’d given them a brief explanation as to why I had Jason’s step-sister in my bedroom on a Saturday morning.

Of course, they probably didn’t expect me to have my fingers deep inside her and my tongue down her throat.

When Hailee reappeared, she was dressed, if you called wearing my jersey over the top of her dress, dressed. “I, hmm, is this okay?” Her eyes lowered the floor. “I didn’t want to leave the house in just my dress.”

“It’s cool, you can borrow it, I have plenty more.” Hailee sucked in a harsh breath and I backtracked. “I didn’t mean... that came out wrong.”

“It’s okay.” She moved to sit on my bed. “So...”

“Listen Hailee, I—”

Xander’s screams pierced the air and my body tensed. “Shit.” My heart lurched into my throat. “I need to go. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

“O-okay.”

I left my room and ran downstairs, taking two steps at a time. “Mama, Mama.” Xander screamed and as I rounded the kitchen my world imploded. Mom was on the floor, pancake batter splattered up the cupboards, streaked across the tiles, and her blouse.

“Dad,” I yelled, rushing to her side. “Mom, Mom, can you hear me?” I gently shook her shoulders. She was out cold, but I saw the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She was breathing.

Thank fuck, she was breathing.

Rolling her onto her side, I glanced back at Xander. “Hey, Buddy, where’d Dad go?”

“The tore o get srup.”

“He left to get syrup?”

Xander nodded, his eyes wide and brimming with tears. “Mama kay?”

“Mom’s going to be fine, buddy. Just fine.” But as I said the words my stomach plummeted. Mom wasn’t fine.