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“Nod, Cameron.”
Understanding registers on his face. It’s just a flicker of cognizance, but I know he received the message because he does what I asked.
I drag myself away from him and slip out the door. The sterile tone of the gray carpeting, the white walls, and the commercial lighting are a harsh contrast to the capsule of warmth I just left. This was my world before he crashed into it. Nothing feels the same anymore, nor will it ever again. Maybe Randy did me a favor. I’m going to need a lot of vacation to get Cam out of my system and find the Pete Carver who could tolerate this hellhole without him in my life.
CHAPTER 14
Cameron
‘The next time you look at me like that, this will be my cock.’
I shudder in my seat at my parents’ dinner table, replaying those erotic words again in my head. I’m not sure how long Pete wants me to wear his newest gift, but I know practice makes perfect, so I’ve been doing my best. I took it out to shower last night but put it back in before bed. Trying to fall asleep and not imagine that it was him inside of me was a challenge.
When Mom invited me to dinner tonight, the thought of removing the plug again made me sad. I like…imagining he’s there, so much so that I tried to beg off coming to my parents’. Mom’s persistence about how we needed to discuss Dad’s upcoming birthday bash, however, won me over with guilt. There was no way I’d survive a meal with my family while wearing Pete’s gift. I now feel empty in more ways than one.
So far, Dad has asked or insisted on knowing who each of my family members will invite from their circles, except me. I have no circle. Even if I did, I don’t imagine that he would deem anyone in it worthy enough to honor him on the celebration of his sixty-fifth year. I can’t see Brice and his level of snark going over well, even if he lived close enough to come.
I’d like to think of Pete as part of my circle now, but I know he’s not. I understand why he can’t be, but I wish things were different. Honestly, things do seem different from when I first pitched him my disaster plan.
Maybe I’m being naïve, but his warning yesterday in the broom closet about the way I look at him not being safe at work sounded like he was more concerned for me than himself. I didn’t even stop once to consider that Randy or anyone could have happened upon us. Not that it’s likely Randy has ever lifted a broom in his life. I was in a trance from the moment I saw Pete at the end of the hallway. He’s right. I would give us away in a heartbeat.
Except, the thing is… it felt like he was looking at me the same way. His gaze cut through my clothing all the way from the end of the hall. I’ve looked at attractive men before and been able to control myself. With Pete, it’s not the same. There’s a source there, calling me. It’s not just the way he looks or even our unfathomable chemistry. It feels like something more. He was handsome when I met him, but he gets more attractive each time I see him. Each time, I learn a little more about him and his personality. Each time, it spins a thread through my heart, tethering him there more securely.
My heart.
God, am I falling for Pete?
It’s dark outside the dining room window, but it’s as though a warm ray of sun is cascading in, washing my body from head to toe. Pete. Me and Pete.
A quiet sound of delight leaves my lips. Why didn’t I realize it sooner?
My stomach sinks when I hear the answer echo inside me. I didn’t notice sooner because he was never supposed to be an option. He’s never made himself an option either. Just the opposite, in fact, with his rules and his warnings.
This past weekend, though, when he asked to see me using that stimulator, he didn’t seem too insistent on distance. I was embarrassed about sending such an intimate image at first, but he’d already seen plenty of me. I wanted to make sure I was using it right, so I sent the picture.
Tendrils of heat rise on my cheeks. The expanded feeling in my ass from wearing the plug yesterday and today at work sets off little electric sparks in my groin. That’s a lie–I didn’t need feedback. The stimulator was pretty self-explanatory. I just wanted Pete to know I was using his gift. I wanted him to think about me using it.
He came. He came with me, and we weren’t even in the same room. Why would he do that? Was it that hot?
The thought of getting a picture of Pete pleasuring himself is definitely hot. But his request to wait for him to come with me made it seem like he was a little more invested than just helping me out.
Today, the way he traced my face, my mouth—it was so tender, reverent even. I’ve never felt so special. That was more than teaching. I don’t need to ask Brice or read an article to know that.
Is it possible, though? Do I have a chance now that I’ve blown my disaster plan by falling for my guide?
“Make sure Preston is on there,” Dad barks, tapping the table next to the notepad Mom is filling with invitee names for his party. “I want to see a good bit of ass kissing from Walter when I ask his boy how the job is going,” he adds with a dry laugh.
I haven’t said a single word since we sat down. There’s rarely a topic that I find interest in or have substantial knowledge of to contribute to a conversation. Preston, however, is someone I somewhat know and seems like a safe place to jump in.
“I’m sure he’ll appreciate the invite. He asked me a couple of weeks ago if we were having a party for you.”
“Ha! I bet he did,” Dad guffaws.
Randy shoots me a sour look from across the table. It’s the same look he used to give me whenever I asked if he would play with me when we were kids: perturbed. I don’t understand. Is he mad I talked to one of his friends? We’re not kids anymore. Is the territorial mentality ever going to cease?
“Ah, Preston’s a good kid,” Dad hums, in rare form tonight with all the extra focus on him. “He sold me that Saab at wholesale.”
“Are you inviting all the account managers?” I wonder aloud, thinking of one in particular.
