Page 15 of Reckless Youth
“Can I touch you here?” Cam’s hoarse voice was reminiscent of how it was last winter when he had strep throat.Deep and husky.
All I could do was mumble an invitation into Sage’s mouth for Cam to continue, as he pressed a finger into the damp cotton covering my sex.
This is all uncharted territory for us. Despite the kiss Cam and I had shared at the river, he’d never touched me so intimately. I knew it wasn’t his first rodeo, though, as he’d made out with many girls since hitting puberty. He’d had his pick of any girl in school. It had just never been me before, except for that one kiss.
A moan escaped my mouth when Cam’s thumb slid over my core at the same time Sage’s fingertip found my sensitive nipple, flicking at it over the material of my shirt. My legs parted wantonly on their own accord, as I leaned back against the seat of the truck to give both boys more access to my hungry, needy body.
Could this be any hotter?
Craving everything and more, I became theirs to do whatever they want with me. In that moment I wasn’t worried about my grades, or my upcoming dance recital, or my college applications.
All that fell to the back burner because in their arms I became an incendiary device, with no other goal but to burn eternal.
Unfortunately, the loud slam on the hood of Cam’s truck threw a bucket of ice-cold water over our steamy make-out session, as Booker Holden, one of Cam’s football buddies, yelled out his warrior cry.
“Let’s go get some pussy, dawgs!”
Chapter 8
“Oh my God, do you think Booker saw us? Does he know what we were doing?” I practically screeched like a siren.
Flinging the boys’ hands off me, I tugged my skirt back into place, brushing at the strands of mussed hair. I took a quick glance at my image in the rearview mirror.
My lips were a nice swollen pink and my neck had a dark, angry red hickey at my collarbone. What the heck? How in the world did that get there?
I snapped my head to where Cam sat, a naughty smirk across his face, as is finger outlined the mark.
“Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed,” I mumbled, with my hand covering my face, wishing away the fact that I was just caught making out with two boys.
When neither Cam nor Sage said anything, I looked between them, their cat-that-ate-the-canary smiles telling me they did not share the same sentiment.
Cam cleared his throat and spoke first. “Booker is clearly drunk and probably didn’t see a thing. Plus, it’s dark and the windows are fogged up.”
Sage chuckled next to me and I elbowed him in the ribs.
I glared at him until the smile left his face in a contrite apology. “You…zip it.”
Cam, always the sensible one, cupped my cheeks in his hands.
“Don’t worry, London. Booker won’t even remember his own name in an hour if he even does now.” Cam pointed out the window where Booker stumbled down a ravine across the field toward the bonfire. “It’ll be okay. I promise. And if anyone says anything, I’ll handle it. I won’t let anyone say shit when they don’t know a damn thing about it.”
Always my guardian.
Sage rubbed my back and I purred at the sensation, leaning against his hand. Cam knew how to calm me with his words of assurance, and Sage simply had to touch me with a reassuring gesture and I was calmed.
“Okay. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
Cam jumped back into action-mode. “Sage, grab your guitar. I’ll bring the blanket and the cooler. Let’s go have some fun.”
He winked at us both and the doors flew open, but I stopped them both in their tracks.
“Guys, should we talk about what just happened?”
I could feel my face flaming red under the yellow interior light of the cab. I knew boys, in general, didn’t like to “talk about feelings” or whatever, but I felt it was important to determine if that was a one-time thing or something we might do again.
Because I knew I wanted that.
“Uh…” Sage rasped, unable to complete the sentence.
