Page 72 of Dirty Little Mistake

I stormed through the living room, navigating around furniture, and took the stairs two at a time. The door banging against the wall echoed through the house. The scent of her perfume, floral and sweet, hung in the air as I leaned forward, dumping her onto the rumpled sheets of her bed.

Her hands connected with my chest in a forceful shove. "What is wrong with you? You don't want me, but no one else can have me either?" She slid off the bed and moved to step around me.

I moved to block her way, my body tensing as if bracing against a physical blow. Her hands connected with my chest, the force of her shove matching the hurt in her eyes. "Get out of my way," she growled, her voice trembling with a cocktail of anger and pain that cut straight to my core.

"You're not going back out there," I said. "You're going to bed."

"Move," she ordered, ducking around me.

I rolled my eyes as I looped my arm around her small waist, spun her, and shoved her into the wall, pinning her hands over her head. "No." The words clawed their way up my throat, each syllable laced with the bitterness of admission. "If you wanted to make me jealous," my face was inches from hers, close enough to see just how blue her eyes were, "you win. I'm fucking jealous." My fingers flexed against her wrists, pinned above her head as if I could transfer the burning ache in my chest through that single point of contact.

"I didn't..."

"Yes, you did, and I'm ready to rip their faces off, so can we call it a fucking night."

The space between us vibrated with the force of our breathing, our chests heaving in an erratic rhythm. I could tastethe salt of her breath and feel the warmth of it fanning across my face; each exhale a ghostly caress against my skin.

Her gaze dropped to my mouth, lingering for a long moment as my tongue swept out, wetting my dry lips. The energy shifted, and my cock twitched when her lips parted just inches from mine. Our heated breath mingled, charging the air between us.

"I don't want anyone else to have you because I want you," I breathed as her body arched into mine.

My mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was intense and all-consuming, quickly turning messy and needy as I pressed my body into hers, pinning her harder against the wall. Releasing her wrist, I filled my hands with her ass hiking her up to me. She wrapped her legs around my waist as her hands dove into my hair, tugging as our tongues tangled together, fighting for dominance neither of us was willing to give.

I shoved off the wall, twisting and walking until my knees hit the bed. Lifting my knee, I knelt on the bed, dropping Cam to her back and pressing her into the mattress with my weight.

She lifted her hips, pressing her core hard against my cock that was begging to come out and play.

"Fuck," I groaned, ripping my mouth from hers. "We can't." I pushed up to my knees.

"What?" she panted, lifting up on her elbows. "Why the fuck not?"

"You're drunk," I muttered, climbing off the bed. "And I'm not giving you another reason to hate me. You want this?" I waved my hand between us. "Come get me when you're sober."

"Seriously?"

I turned without saying anything because if I didn't go now, I would never have been able to walk away.

"Fine, I'll do it my fucking self."

My eyes closed. "Fuck," I whispered, dropping my head. I didn't want her to do it herself, but I didn't want her to hate meeven more tomorrow. My jaw clenched as I urged myself just to leave and let her do what she needed to do, but I didn't. I slowly turned.

Cam was on her knees on the bed. She reached back, tugging the string of her bikini, and her tits bounced free. She was so fucking beautiful. My eyes trailed over her perfect curves as she shifted, reaching into the nightstand and pulling out a pink vibrator before falling back onto the bed.

I should have left. I should have run and locked myself in my bedroom, but I didn't.

The buzz of the vibrator filled the quiet room, echoing over our labored breathing. Cam's eyes locked on mine as she slowly moved it down her body until it disappeared between her thighs. My cock strained so hard I thought it was going to burst through the denim of my shorts.

Her eyes closed, her head tipped back, and her lips parted as a moan escaped.

I turned to leave. I had to get out of there, or I wasn't going to let her finish herself. "She's drunk," I whispered. She wouldn't do this if she weren't.

It was hard to walk away because I wanted her so fucking bad, but this wasn't what I wanted.

I jerked open the door and froze. My brows pulled together as I listened to her moaning. She got louder and louder. I knew what it sounded like when she was getting close. I knew what it sounded like when she came. It was a sound I would never get out of my head, and that wasn't it.

I whipped around. "Are you faking an orgasm?"

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