Page 24 of Reckless Youth
“Cam? Will you come here? I need to tell you something. Please,” I begged, unfolding my legs, my panties still wet from his mouth.
Cam sighed, an obvious war going on in his head again about what to do with me and Sage.
I patted the couch beside me and he sat down with an insolentplop.
His voice was gruff and impatient. “What do you want, London? I need to get home.”
My smile contained a silent understanding of his uneasiness and confusion over what we’d done together, and I wanted to leave him with a reminder for later reference. To ensure he wouldn’t doubt what we did and what it meant.
With the speed of a gazelle, I straddled his lap, bending my knees at the sides of his hips and placing my hands on his shoulders to hold him in place. I instantly felt the heat that gathered between us.
Cupping his cheeks, I leaned in so our foreheads connected.
“Promise me you won’t overthink what we did tonight.”
“I won’t,” he argued, rolling his eyes like a willful child.
I snickered. “Yes, you will. You already are. I know you, Cameron. And right now, you’re worried that you shouldn’t have enjoyed this experience. That what we did together is wrong.”
My eyes bore holes in his head, hoping I could manifest some sort of brainwashing tactic to change his mind and ease his worry. He’d always been the worrier in the group. Wanting to be perfect and always aiming to please everyone. His parents. His coaches. His leaders and teachers. And me and Sage.
“Oh yeah?” he snipped at my lips, pretending to bite me with achomp. I laughed and wiggled on his lap, which only had him leaning back to avoid any further contact.
“Just tell me one thing before you go, Cam. Did you like it?”
I cocked my head to the side, my fingers interlaced behind his neck to massage the ropey, strained muscle there. He groaned in my touch, or maybe as a result of the question. Dropping his head back, he shut his eyes to the sensation.
“God, London. Of course, I liked it. Kissing you. Being with you like that. Tasting you was the hottest thing ever. I’m going to dream about it for the rest of my life.”
I noticed he was careful not to mention Sage’s involvement tonight. Which from the sad look in Sage’s maple-glazed eyes, suggested he was disappointed in that omission, as well. But it was one step at a time with Cam and there was no sense pushing it.
When Cam’s eyes reopened, our connection grew heated, all the memories of our childhood swirling away like liquid being poured through a syphon, sucked through a drain. Those moments now replaced with the carnal knowledge of one another.
I bit my lip, swallowing the lump in my throat and strummed my fingers down the front of his chest, smiling coyly as I say, “Do you know that I’ve fantasized about being with both of you? I want to do that again sometime. Do you?
Something dark flashed in Cam’s eyes as he sucked in a breath, jostling me on his lap. His head snapped toward Sage, who had stopped playing to listen intently to our conversation. I followed the direction of his gaze, Sage now the center of our attention.
Sage shrugged, leaning back against the couch in a sexy, relaxed fashion as if to say, “You’re on your own here, dude.I’m with her.”
Cam’s voice was low and raspy, his conflicted emotions evident in his dubious response. “Yeah.”
“Okay then. If I’m fine with it, and we all enjoyed it, then there is nothing to feel weird about. And it’s nobody else’s business how we feel about each other and what we do together. Just us. You, me and Sage. Got it?”
I pulled him into my chest and kissed him until we were both breathing hard once again. When the kiss ended, I turned back to Sage, confirming he was on board as well. A warm, daring smile tugged at his lips, his skin flushed and the way his jeans were tented said it all.
Pointing my finger in his direction, I crooked it, beckoning him to join us.
“Come ‘ere, Sage. Come say goodbye to Cam.”
He carefully placed his beloved guitar next to the chair and stalked over to join us, sitting down next to Cam.
I knew Sage held an unrequited longing for Cam in his sullen and wary aventurine gaze. Sage wasn’t one who was quick to trust or love because of his hellish home life. But when he did, it was deep and beautiful, just like the inside of Sage’s heart.
Sage had never openly discussed his sexuality with Cam and we’d never talked about his interests outside of that one time in our early teens. But over the last two years, he’d shown aspects of his sexual interest in Cam through longing looks and glances that others may not have noticed, but I did.
Cam was oblivious, which may have been a good thing. He’d likely have a problem with Sage’s desire for him. Cam was raised in an ultra-conservative, Southern Baptist home, with a father who’d been in the military and a mother who went to her prayer group every week to pray for the “souls of those who lost their way.” As in, theentireLGBTQ community.
I wasn’t sure if Cam shared their views on homosexuality, but he never said otherwise. Although to be fair, he also never put anyone down or slung arrows of righteousness at those different from him. In fact, Cam stood up for those weaker than him. Aside from the incident in kindergarten where he fought with Sage over the toy (which they eventually shared), Cam was heroic in his convictions to help others. To stand up for me and Sage when it was called for.
