Page 16 of Beyond the Cage
He smacks a wet kiss on my lips, setting me on my feet before re-tying my bikini bottom.
“Thank you.”
He smirks, arrogance radiating from his pores.
“Not for the orgasm!” I clarify. “Well, for that, too…but mostly for understanding that I’m not ready for more.”
Grasping my chin, he tips my face up to his and plants a gentle kiss on my lips. With a contented sigh, I break away from him.
“I’m gonna go dry my hair.”
I leave him and head for the shore, inconspicuously checking to make sure my bikini bottom isn’t skewed. When I drop down on the towel, two women begin setting up not too far from me. I pay them no mind until one of them makes a remark that brings my gaze back to the water.
“Holy shit! Look at that sexy piece of man-candy!”
Cameron is making his way back to shore, too, splashing water on his chest.
“I’d happily endure diabetes for a regular serving of that,” the other woman says, and they both giggle.
I smirk to myself, knowing that giant Kit Kat bar is making his way tome. The other women start primping, realizing he’s heading this way.
“How do I look?” the first one asks eagerly.
“Fuck you. How doIlook?”
I almost laugh out loud but hold it in. As Cameron gets closer, he grins, revealing those pearly whites of his. I keep drying my hair, not giving anything away. The women have lowered their voices now so I can’t hear what they’re saying. Standing at the edge of the towel, Cameron pulls me to my feet and kisses me. He kisses me like there’s no tomorrow then, just as abruptly, he breaks away and grabs his towel. Once I recover, I glance at the women and their eyes are glued to me, mouths gaping in a mixture of shock and jealousy. I smile to myself, grabbing my cover-up when I see Cameron getting dressed.
All packed, we head back to where we parked. Before we ride out, I notice a truck selling soft-serve ice cream and ask him to stop. Again, he takes my hand as we walk over to the truck. I’m starting to get quite optimistic about where this relationship is going. It’s just holding hands but still, it’s something from a man who’s accustomed to fucking groupies after his fights.
When the ice cream man asks what flavor I want, I turn to Cameron with a smirk, licking my lips as my gaze travels from head to toe.
“Vanilla.”
“And for you, sir?” he asks as he hands me mine.
Playing along, he points to the chocolate and vanilla swirl with a smirk of his own.
“Good choice.” I laugh, confusing the ice cream man.
He pays, and I slip my hand in his as we make our way back to his bike. This has been the best hooky day ever. He may be a distraction, but I’ll take his brand of distraction any day.
CHAPTER 5
Strike with the soul and you will never miss. – Kelly Bates
I smile as I make my way to my car. It’s a textbook case of classical conditioning. For the last two weeks, every time I hear a motorcycle, I get giddy and start grinning like an idiot. However, I’m smiling now because I know it’shismotorcycle. He always seems to catch me on my way out. I turn in his direction, and before he turns off the ignition, I’m on him like white on rice. He removes his helmet and grins down at me.
“Hi.” I climb on and straddle him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Where’s my kiss?”
His hands slide over my ass and he pulls me closer. I like this part. The ‘lead up’…it’s just as good as the actual kiss, and he’s a master at it. His smile is gone and he’s staring at my lips. My heart rate increases and my breathing becomes rapid. I lick my lips, anticipating the greatness to come. He curls his finger beneath my chin and tilts my head up. Slowly, he leans in and brushes his lips against mine. The Reaction…it’s gotten even stronger. He takes my bottom lip between his and gently pulls. Just as I’m about to kiss him back, he breaks away. What’s wrong now? I gaze into his eyes, looking for a hint. He wants to know where I’m going. Oh, yeah…I’m an expert at reading him now. If anyone overhears our ‘conversations’, they’ll think I’m a crazy person talking to myself.
“I’m volunteering today, remember? Won’t be back ‘til around seven.” A bell goes off in my head and I smile up at him. “Come with me.”
The raised eyebrow. I’ve seen it so many times, but it has many different meanings. This one means ‘what are you up to?’ I give him an innocent smile, and he shrugs and places his helmet on my head. I climb down then up behind him and give him the address.
When we arrive, he looks up at the Little Sisters building in curiosity.
“Come on. You’ll like it. Trust me.”
