Page 99 of Stolen Bases

Has he really been watching me all day? How did I not notice?

“Fanculo.”Fuck.My aunt throws her hands in the air, muttering in Italian under her breath. “It’s worse than I thought.” She points to the restroom and nudges me forward. “Go. Clean up. I need to check on your mom and brother. He’s going to be in a mood. And I need a drink.”

Nico will be in a bad mood. For once, I couldn’t care less. Even if I didn’t have feelings for Cam, what he did was beyond inappropriate. His unprovoked actions have me seeing my brother in a new light—one I don’t like.

A few women and their children slip past me as I enter the bathroom and make my way out of view to the back side of double sinks in the center of the room. I breathe deep as I stare at myself in the mirror. My eyes are red, and my cheeks are flushed. I look like an emotional mess. Turning on the tap, I splash some cool water on my hot cheeks and neck. I need to pull myself together and be the calm, dependable Lia my family needs as we handle what just happened.

I really wanted things to go well today, maybe have a positive interaction with Cam and my family. Get them to see the side I’ve gotten to know—the sweet, kind Cam who adores his family, not the entitled jerk they’ve heard so much about from my brother.

But no. Nico had to ruin that with his immature attitude. He’s probably destroyed any chance I had at making a good impression on Cam’s family. They are going to lump me in by association.

I shove the dark thoughts making my insides ache as far down as I can and dab my face dry with a paper towel. I just have to get through the rest of the day with no more trouble. I don’t know if my heart could take any more disappointment.

Walking out of the bathroom, I’m taken by surprise when a hand covers my mouth and an arm wraps around my waist. My instinct is to kick and scream until the homey scent of bergamot and orange floods my nostrils. I’d know that masculine smell anywhere.

Cameron.

“Hold on, itty bitty.” My fingers dig into Cam’s arm as he lifts me off the ground like I weigh nothing. He pulls me into the men’s restroom and into an empty stall, then spins me around and pushes me up against the door.

My heart does a little hop as I tilt my chin up and stare at my sexy kidnapper. Cam’s hair curls around his ears from under his backwards hat, and his jaw is covered in a day’s worth of scruff. He looks good.

“Are you okay?” he asks, concern lacing his tone. The corners of his worried eyes crinkle as he searches my face.

He came to comfort me. I should be the one consoling him. He’s the one who was hurt and embarrassed in front of his family. But that’s not Cam. He’s a protector at heart. My protector.

He cups my cheek, running his thumb over my lips.

I lean into his hand, absorbing his safe touch. “No, but I will be. I’m sorry. I—”

“Don’t apologize for something you didn’t do.”

“But—”

Cam places his index finger over my mouth, silencing me. “Don’t worry about what you heard. In fact, just forget it. Never happened.”

“It did, though.”

He shakes his head. “Nope. All I’ve seen today is my girl looking hot as fuck in cutoff shorts and an Evaders’ jersey. The only thing hotter would be you wearing my name on your back.”

His sweet, possessive growl sends butterflies rippling through my stomach.

Focus, Talia.

“Don’t change the subject.”

“I’ve been dying to get my hands on you all day. Now, do you want to waste our time arguing, or can I kiss you already?” he asks, leaning in.

I want to argue with him, but his proposal sounds better. He takes my silence as an answer. My brain short circuits as he presses his mouth to mine.

Cam grabs my ass and lifts me off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. My lips part for him. He curls his tongue around mine, and fireworks go off in my heart, turning my blood hot and tingly. My clit pulses, and my panties flood with arousal as his body flattens me against the cold metal stall door. His mouth slides down my jaw and neck, licking and nipping.

“Cam,” I whimper, arching my back. My nipples harden to pebbles under my shirt, sensitive and needy for attention.

His cock is a lead pipe in his jeans. I grind my pussy against his hard length. The friction is hot and electric.

“Fuck, baby. Don’t do that.” Cam grips my ass hard, stopping me.

“Please,” I beg. My body screams for release. “You did this. Don’t stop.”

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