“The way Chase went after her at the party, he knows she saw him, but has no idea he was captured on camera.”
“Still, you should be careful when you get back to school.” Colt suggested. “This photo is enough to give that police department direction. I’m sure they’ll find stronger evidence to use.”
“You mean Cammie’s photo won’t even be used against him?” I asked. I didn’t want the Trouts to knowit was my girl who brought him down. Chase might go to jail, but he had siblings, a dick cousin who lived in Idaho and a cunning father.
I didn’t want them to know shit about Cammie.
“Like I said. Cookies. They’ll find something better. Hopefully. In the meantime–”
“Don’t worry, I’m not letting her out of my sight.”
We’d have to go to class, but I’d figure out how to drop her off and pick her up. Even if Chase Trout wasn’t threatening her, I’d still do it.
“There’s nothing else to do now,” Colt said.
“For the next few days, we’ll be here,” I told him.
“Right. Here.” He tossed me his keys and I caught them mid-air.
“What’s this?”
“Molly’s working tonight,” Colt said. “I’ll stay here in my old room. You get our house.”
I frowned and eyed the keys. “You’re giving us your house for the night?”
“You’re welcome,” he said.
Ma put Cammie in Lainey’s old room and I’d planned to sneak down the hall after she and Pops went to sleep. No way was I kissing her goodnight and sending her down the hall after making her mine for the first time the night before. I’d learned that Cammie was loud when she came, so I wasn’tsure how that was gonna work when I got inside her here.
No way in hell was I turning down my brother’s offer to have my girl make all the sounds she wanted as I fucked her… and in a few new ways I’d been imagining but hadn’t tried.
I took Cammie’s hand and tugged her from the bed. I slapped Colt’s shoulder on the way by.
“Guest room!” he called. “Fuck in the guest room.”
Oh, we would. We sure as hell would.
25
CAMMIE
Three days later,we were back at school and in Zeb’s room at his house.
“Fuck, you make my dick so hard,” he said, looking at me through the screen of his phone. He was taking photos as I touched myself.
Yeah, me, the virgin tutor was sprawled on his bed, legs spread, and my hand was in my cotton panties. My other hand had my shirt pushed up and cupping a bare breast.
I’d had zero idea,less than zero, that I’d be into this kind of thing, but the way Zeb looked at me as he took my picture was all I needed.
I didn’t feel brave or bold or even kinky. I felt treasured and adored and really sexy.
Zeb liked what he saw and after he had the pictures he wanted, he got his hands on me.
That was what I was hoping as I circled my clit with my fingers.
“Yes. Show me how you like it.”
My eyes slipped closed.
