Page 46 of The Story of Us
“Let it out Kitten, let it all out, it’s not good to keep it all in like that, believe me, I know, just let it out.” And I do, I thought I had cried all the tears I had in me at my Mum’s all week, but apparently not, this is different, I cried alone at my Mum’s, here, I was crying with someone and admitting to that someone, who my tears were for, I was facing up to my demons and not just brushing them aside.
“I love him Cam, I love him so much, and it hurts so bad, I just don’t know if I can live the rest of my life like this.”
He kisses my hair some more. “I know, I know but we’ll make it better, I promise, we’ll make it better.”
He stands without putting me down and carries me to his bed. He lays me down and starts to unbutton my jeans. “Cam,” I say on a whimper. “I’m a mess, I don’t want sex.”
“Shush, shush baby, I’m not gonna touch ya, I promise, I just want ya to be more comfortable… okay?” I nod, too exhausted now to speak; he pulls my jeans off, then takes off his own clothes and slides in beside me in just his boxers. He pulls me tight into his chest and we spoon, my brain doesn’t get the chance to even form any more thoughts before I am drifting off to sleep.
CHAPTER 14
Exactly like I did with Marley the night before, I slept soundly in Cam’s arms. I woke on Friday morning to the smell of coffee and opened my eyes to the delicious sight of Cam walking through the bedroom door wearing nothing but a pair of light blue boxers, he looked at me warily and I felt guilty and ashamed of my latest meltdown in front of him last night. He put the coffees down on the bedside table without saying a word, I sat myself up, taking in the sight of his bare arms, chest, abs, legs, every naked bit of him and I’ve got to say, there wasn’t a single bit of him that I didn’t like, he was just an absolute, perfect specimen of maleness.
He lent forward and tucked my hair behind my ear. “Good morning Kitten, please don’t lick your lips like that, otherwise I swear to God I will not be responsible for my actions.”
I blushed and smiled at him, I was actually amazed he was being so polite and hadn’t kicked me out on my arse considering my performance the night before. “Thank you for my coffee.”
He shrugged. “You’re welcome; I didn’t know how you took it.” He smirked at the double entendre then carried on. “So I made it the same way as mine, strong, dash of milk, a little sugar.”
“Perfect,” I replied.
“Gee thanks, you’re not so bad yourself Kitten.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me and I couldn’t help but laugh and wonder what it was exactly that my family thought was so scary about this man.
“So, I best make the walk of shame and get home.”
He threw his head back and I knew then I was going to be treated to his big booming laugh and he didn’t disappoint, when his eyes met mine he said, “Fuck Kitten, if we had been doing anything shameful here, you wouldn’t be capable of walking anywhere, I’d make sure of that.”
“Oh you are so sure of yourself.”
He shrugged his big shoulders, making my eyes flick from his face, down to his chest and back again. “What can I say, I’ve never had any complaints and they always come back begging for more from the Love King.”
For a split second jealousy flashes through me but I kick it’s arse till it leaves my head and say to him. “‘The Love King’, you seriously just called yourself ‘The Love King’? That’s almost as creepy as fancying twelve year old boys.”
He shakes his head. “Fuck, you’re never gonna let me forget that one are you?”
I smile and shake my head. “Hmmm, I’ll keep quiet, as long as you’re nice to me.”
He looks at me without saying a word for a few seconds, he reaches up and brushes his fingers gently over my left cheek, then leans in and kisses me very gently on the lips. I close my eyes and keep them closed even after he’s taken his mouth from mine. “I want to be more than nice to you Kitten, but we’ll get there.”
I open my eyes slowly as he speaks. “Are you going to work today?” he asks
“No, my Mum’s banned me from work till at least Monday, I was gonna get some washing done today.”
“Wow, life on the edge, dya fancy living dangerously and coming out for lunch with me? I want to have a drive out to a pub in Horndon, they get great reviews for their food and I want to see what all the fuss is about.”
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We have a lovely lunch together, Benny drives us in an old car, which I find out is a Jag XJ something, something, it’s all leather and walnut inside and very oldmanish, I keep this thought to myself, seeing as he seems to be a bit touchy about his age, or my age, or, is it the ten year age difference between us? I’m not really sure. Our lunch is delicious and we share a couple of bottles of wine and at no stage during the day does Cam mention my escapades of the night before, we discuss countries we have visited, countries we would like to visit. I learn that both his parents are dead, he lost his Dad when he was eighteen and his Mum when he was twenty five; this reminds me of what I’ve been told about his wife and child but he doesn’t mention them and I don’t pry. He’s eloquent and articulate but with a cockney accent, he’s well-travelled and seems to be well educated. He’s sexy, so fucking handsome and I enjoy every minute of his company and all of this terrifies me. The thought that finally, I might be able to move on with my life has my heart galloping like a race horse; I’m not saying that I’m falling in love with Cam, or anything remotely like that, but finally, I’ve found someone who has stirred an interest, someone I want to spend time with. He sets my skin on fire with just his words and I almost combust at his touch, finally I have met someone I want sex with for all the right reasons but I know I have to be very sure of this fact. I’ve spent the last six months being a serial user and abuser of men, I’ve slept with them for all the wrong reasons and with Cam, when it happens, I want to make sure that it’s for all the right ones.
I have no idea where Benny waits while we enjoy our lunch but the second Cam goes to use the gents he’s at my side. “We need to get him out of here as soon as possible, get your coat on and be ready to leave the minute he gets back out.”
I frown as I look at him and my heart rate picks up when I notice the beads of sweat on his top lip. “Why, what’s wrong Ben?”
“Just do it please Georgia, there’s a crowd just walked in here, that we really don’t want him bumping into, believe me.” He walks back out to the bar at the front of the pub, sits on a stool and turns to look at me, he gestures behind me with his chin and I assume that Cam is heading back; I stand and start to put on my jacket.
“You in hurry to get back and wash all those dirty knickers of yours Georgia? I was gonna suggest having a drink at the bar before we leave,” he speaks into my neck and the sensation of his breath on me makes me shudder; I remain facing away from him, I’m a shit liar and I don’t want him guessing that’s exactly what I’m doing when I reply.
“I’m absolutely stuffed Cam, I couldn’t eat or drink another thing but thank you, the food was amazing, you really should think about poaching the chef for Kings.” He turns me around to look at him, he has a frown on his face, which causes a little curve on his forehead, just above his eyebrows, almost like a smiley mouth, I want to reach out and touch it but something in his eyes tells me that he’s not impressed with my last comment.
