All for money, all for power. And maybe for survival, I couldn’t deny him that.
But the pure, raw need never went away, not in the two years I lived on the streets. I still felt it at night, closing my eyes, afraid, worried, but still felt it. Cam and his hands, his lips, his tongue and teeth, his body pinning me down, making me sweat.
Years waiting for this, long years for this, and it was exactly what I knew it would be.
My back arched. He teased my nipples then turned me, pushing me down onto the couch. I wrapped my legs around him and moaned as he kissed my collarbone, my neck, my breasts, then moved down, pulled off my jeans, peeling me apart like fresh fruit, then spread my legs and buried his mouth against my panties.
I gripped his hair as he pushed them aside then tongued my pussy from top to bottom.
Pleasure ripped through me in waves. I held his hair tight and closed my eyes, squeezing them shut as I moaned his name and writhed my hips. He was almost gentle at first, almost licking me lovingly, and I thought of all the hours we’d spent together, all the tension that grew and grew over the years, all those moments sitting in the park next to each other, our hands almost touching, and how this was what I’d really wanted, how this was what I needed.
He went faster, licking me, sucking me, and I gasped as sharp shooting bursts of ecstasy rolled through me each time his tongue hit my clit just right. Cam, my monster, Cam, my killer and my savior, I hated him and loved him. I’d needed him for so long and only found him by accident again, and now he was where I wanted him, between my legs, touching me in ways I only ever dreamed about, and I needed him, wanted him, as I whispered his name in gasping breaths, and god, I came against his tongue, in a wild explosion of intensity that rocked along my hips, down to my toes and back up again. My back arched, my eyes rolled back, and my skin flushed pink, but none of it mattered. He went and he went, and when I finally ended up a quivering mess on the couch, he pulled back and looked at me with these adoring eyes.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispered, and leaned down to kiss me. I tasted myself on his lips, and didn’t mind one bit.
He touched my cheek then pulled away. I felt his absence almost as sharply as his tongue between my legs. I wanted to reach out and pull him back, but I was suddenly very away of my body as he looked at me, eyes roaming down my skin.
I got dressed awkwardly. “That doesn’t get you out of our discussion,” I said finally, once I had my clothes on and I could put my shields back up, even though I knew my shields were permanently damaged, maybe completely destroyed.
“You think so?” he asked. “I don’t know. I think I just earned some good will.”
I glared at him. “Stop it,” I said. “I want that promise.”
“I promise,” he said with total sincerity.
I softened a bit and nodded. “Thank you.” I turned away from him, wishing his place was bigger so I could escape. “What just happened, uh—”
“You don’t have to talk about it yet,” he said and came closer again, one hand gently on my arm. “When was the last time someone touched you like that?”
“Like that?” I asked, looking back at him. “Never.”
His eyes widened, but he said nothing. “Then you’re in luck,” he said. “Because I feel like I need to make up for all the years we’ve been apart.”
I pushed him away gently, but smiled as I walked back toward his room. “How about you start by keeping your word?” I said, and hurried down the hall.
I shut the door and locked the handle, then leaned back against it as if he might force his way through. I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing, but I was an absolute wreck.
I shouldn’t have done that. I knew it now as clarity began to settle over me again and the orgasm fog started to lift. This situation with Cam, it’s temporary, even if he thinks he can pay me to stick around.
Even if he wants to take care of me.
I don’t need that. I ran away once and I survived.
I could do it again if I had to.
10
Cam
Kira’s first contact lived in a rundown house right on the edge of West Philly, just across the South Street Bridge. Linc and Omar sat in the back of my truck, and Irene sat up front with me, studiously trying to avoid my gaze like if we locked eyes she’d come all over again.