Back in the present, I know it’s me, but imagining it’s her is so fucking good.
“How do you like it?” She asks.
“Fast.” I never have time to enjoy this. There’s always something for me to do. Whether it be a project for work or attending to Trinity. “Fast and dirty. I just like to get off.”
“Do you?” Her breath brushes my ear as her tongue sticks out to lick at the lobe. “Yeah.” My chest goes up and down as if I’ve run a marathon. “How do you know about my ear?”
It’s one of my hottest spots. My first girlfriend could get me to come on cue if she touched my cock and sucked my earlobe at the same time. She wouldn’t even have to be moving her hand.
“You told me.” She moans, pulling my free hand in between her thighs.
Still can’t see anything, but I gently press two fingers into her, clenching my teeth as the wetness washes over my flesh. “Goddamn you’re wet, Nat.”
“Only for you, Cam. This is what you do to me. This is what I’ve wanted.” She whispers in my ear before circling the lobe with her tongue and sucking it in between her teeth.
It’s then that I’m a goner.
Shouting loudly, my body wrenches almost in half as I come against the flat ridges of my stomach. Popping my eyes open, I look down and see another spurt come from the head as my ear tingles.
Wiping my thumb on a clean area of my abdomen, I grunt and lay my head back against the pillow.
“Fuck,” I whisper, trying to regulate my breathing. Wiping my palm over my face, I realize I’m in deep shit. “You gotta stop this Cam or one day you’re gonna go too far.”
A little voice in the back of my head is taunting.
It knows that’s exactly what I want.
CHAPTERFIVE
Natalie
“Hey!”I announce my arrival at my parents’ house. “Is anybody home?”
“Out here.”
My dad’s voice is coming from the back porch. Sighing, I take my shoes off and kick them into the corner with everyone else’s. Judging by the shoes lying there, the family’s all here. Tossing my purse on the couch, I head toward the back. Seeing a frosty can of Coke on the counter, I grab it and quickly get a glass of ice.
As I get closer to the porch, I can smell Dad’s pipe. It’s the scent of home, and will always be a comfort for me.
“About time you got here,” Dad says as he waves from where he’s sitting inhischair. There’s the pipe, sticking out the side of his mouth. “I thought we were gonna have to get started without you.”
“You’re never gonna get started without your favorite.” I smirk, leaning down to give him a kiss on the cheek.
“Shut up.” Gauge smacks my leg. “After what the hell’s happened to me, you’re still going to call yourself the favorite?”
“Listen, Smokey the Bear. When ya got it, ya got it.”
He chuckles before taking a drink from the glass sitting next to him. “Anybody ever told you you’re funny?” The way we deal with what’s happened to him is joking. For some, they may not get it, but it’s how we’re handling it.
“Yeah, when I was cooking a s’more over your arm.”
“You’re on fire tonight,” he scoffs.
“Nope, big bro. That was you.”
“Okay, okay!” Mom stops us, holding up her hands. It’s as if she thinks the gesture will top the avalanche of our words. “I don’t know how you can do that to one another after what this family has gone through.”
“She’s the only one who treats me normal.” Gauge winks over at me, taking another drink from his can.