Page 56 of All's Fair in Love & Chaos
“Hang on, baby.”
With Camden deep inside me, he takes off over the hill and into the night. I drop the blanket off to the side, no longer caring about modesty, when he’s clearly going in the opposite direction from the clubhouse. I ride him hard, careful where my feet and legs are so as not to burn myself, as one of Camden’s arms bounds around my lower back.
He’s so deep, and stays that way, our fucking a hard grind against my pussy, his pelvis rubbing against my clit in the most tantalizing way. He groans into my ear, barely audible against the wind and roar of his motorcycle. The head of his cock hits my G-spot, rubbing back and forth, over and over. Pressure builds and builds, a heady lust taking over all rational thought and senses.
“Come all over me, drench me with your sweet cum. Show mehow much you love riding my cock while on the front of my bike.” Oh god.
I use the strength in my thighs and arms to move against him, every bump from the bike pushing him in deeper, and deeper, shooting pain outward that mixes with the pleasure of my clit being strummed against him. Time seems to slow; all that exists is us, the rush of our heart rates, the surge of energy flowing between us.
My forehead drops against his shoulder as he takes a tight turn, his arm holding me close, my scream echoing out into the night as I come. My entire body quakes, wetness gushing from my core, spurt after spurt, as I ride the waves of my orgasm, screaming his name where no one can hear.
“Fuck! That’s it, so tight, so fucking wet.” Camden comes a moment later, his arm pulling me impossibly close, halting my movements as his big cock jerks inside me, filling me with his seed. I’ve never had unprotected sex before, and I love the feeling of Camden coming inside me, his wet cum seeping out of my body, a reminder of what we just did.
He pulls the bike to a stop, dropping the kickstand and lifting me to help me climb off. He hands me my shorts and panties that he stowed in his pocket, and I quickly slip them on as he looks down between his legs, stuffing himself back into very wet jeans.
“Damn, vixen. Look at the mess you made. You coated me and the front of my bike. Such a good fucking girl.”
“Careful, Camden, or I’ll make you lick it up next time.” His eyes take on a feral gleam as if he likes the sound of that. So do I.
I collapseinto Camden’s strong arms in his bed as he wraps me up close. “I had the best night with you. You’re perfect, Saige. So fucking strong, so beautiful and intelligent. I’m obsessed with you,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my hairline.
I nod, fearful that if I open my mouth, the raw truth will come out. That I’m petrified. Of losing him. Of having him. Of everything I’ve been feeling the last few weeks, and if I’m truthful, the feelings that have tried to spark over the last few years when I looked at his photo. I’m scared of the electricity that shoots through me when our bodies touch, the way he looks at me as if I’m the most important, precious thing in the world, the way my dad used to look at my mom. I’m scared of how I haven’t had a single nightmare any of the nights I’ve slept next to him, and how if they go away completely, I’ll never see their faces again. I’m scared of the overwhelming urge to consume every inch of him, to fuse him to me so innately, so closely, that I’d never have to feel what it’s like to be away from him again.I’m scared of never being able to look at his face and see how his actions, no matter how much I relate to them, took away my family.
The silence stretches between us, Camden’s hands relaxing, his breathing changing as he dips into slumber.Tonight was incredibly thoughtful, and he put so much effort into making it memorable for me. I’ve never been on a real date before, and he’s absolutely right, he did give me something new to hold onto, something to replace all the bad and ugly. I will remember this for as long as I live. And for the first time since I’ve been alone, I hope mydeath is a long time away.
Unable to turnmy mind off, I spent hours tossing and turning, replaying last night’s events in my head, until I finally gave in and rolled out of bed, finding a spot to sit in the large chair next to the window.
The sun has just barely started to rise, illuminating the fog kissing the ground. The temperatures are starting to cool off now that September is here, and I welcome the change in seasons. I was always a winter girl, while Willow loved the sun and warmth. I miss her so much it’s painful to think of her.
I turn to look at Camden, the restful features of his face, all smooth lines and calm. The opposite of him in the day.Camden has feelings for me, I repeatedly tell myself, as if each time I say it, the shock will subside. This isn’t just about attraction and a fuck; it’s the real deal. Camden wants more.
I just can’t imagine how he thinks we’d even work after everything we’ve been through. I always thought everyone would find their person and they’d fit together like two perfectly created puzzle pieces, each simply a ragged glimpse of a picture on their own, yet so beautifully wholesome and smooth together. Camden and I aren’t even puzzle pieces; we’re like two hard rocks with sharp edges, and there’s no way the two can go together.
But now? Now that I’ve had a taste of him, I can’t keep my mind from replaying every moment in question over and over. For so many years, I frantically pushed any dreams I may have once had out of my mind. So I carried on with my life, ignoringthe fact that someone could be out there waiting just for me. I’m just jaded enough not to believe in fate or soulmates, or that there’s some greater force at play to bring two people together. Our lives were brutally crossed, and nothing either one of us does can change it.But Camden seems to believe it was fate.
I should continue to carry on with my life, ignoring the fact that for the first time since I was eighteen, I feel whole again. I feel understood, and with that, my endless loneliness dissipates. Camden fills me with hope for a future I once could never envision, one with love, support, arguments, and intimacy, with understanding and respect.
I just don’t know how to let go of the heartbreak, the animosity, the hate I’ve held onto like a second skin. I don’t know how to look at him, someone who has brought so much involuntary pain and suffering, and reconcile that with the same man who lights me up from the inside out in the best ways, and makes me feel things I didn’t think were possible.
I feel as though the world is violently spinning around us, as we try like hell to move forward but remain motionless and grounded, anchored by the weight of our pasts. My brain has been desperately trying to digest such a wide array of emotions, leaving me utterly and completely confused. I can’t imagine how I’ve made Camden feel, pouring his heart out to me, trying so hard, left with no words or hope from me to grasp onto, except what I show him with my body.
My heart begins to crack open for him once more. Never in a million years did I think my family’s accident was caused because of his own heartbreak and the complete destruction of his life. Can we really move past all of this?
My conflicting thoughts are interrupted when I hear Camden’s phone buzzing with text notifications from across the room. I pinch the skin between my thumb and forefinger in a desperate attempt to ground myself while I wait for the other shoe to drop.
Chapter Twenty-Two
CAMDEN
Iwake to the irritating blare of notifications from my cellphone and a cold, empty bed. Panic rises in my chest as I bolt upright, looking around the room, finding Saige sitting in my chair, looking out at the rising sun through the window. She looks so beautiful, her long black hair hanging down her back, her bare legs pulled up to her chest, the soft curve of her hip and thigh on display.
“Think I ran again?” she says without turning around, as if she could feel my rising panic from over there.
“Do you blame me?”
“No, Camden, I don’t blame you.” She says the words softly, and I try not to read into the hidden meaning behind them. My phone buzzes again with two rapid-fire texts.
“No rest for the wicked,” she says as she continues to look out at the landscape, watching our little part of the world wake up.I pick up my phone, quickly opening it to textsfrom Sin.
