Page 99 of Made to Be

As I proudly showed him the spoils of my success, he chose that moment to bring up what he had apparently overheard.

“So, what’s this about a shower incident?”

I choked and coughed, spluttering, “Uh, wh- what? What shower?”

Cam’s grin turned roguish, making my heart race. “That’s what I want to know.” He told me smugly, the arrogant bastard. Satan, I fucking loved him.

My face warmed as I realized he’d heard me talking to myself like some crazy person. Well, my shoulders slumped, no point in hiding it. I didn’t hide anything from Cam anymore. And after a year of being together, I could confidently say that he knew me better than anyone ever had in my whole life. I’d gotten better at the whole “opening up” thing. And I knew him just as intimately, which was why I wasn’t afraid of him judging me or anything.

And even though this was probably the most mortifying thing that had ever happened to me, I couldn’t lie to Cam.

I gave a long sigh, “It’s so bad, babe.”

Cam eyed me with interest.

“Worse than you singing your eyebrows off?” he asked and I nodded solemnly. “Worse than the three-day boner from the aphrodisiac tonic you made?” I nodded again. “Worse than-”

I silenced him with a finger to his lips. “Yes, love, worse.”

His lips twitched with amusement, blue eyes glittering with curiosity. And so, I told him of the ordealthat scarred me and Alice – and probably Sylvia – for life and afterlife, respectfully.

It was probably six months into living in my new house. I had been settling into my job well and even managed to befriend Alice during one of my attempts at “getting back out there.” We hadn’t been friends for very long, a few months at most, but we’d hit it off and had quickly become two peas in a pod.

One weekend, we were planning to party it up at a music bar outside of town. It was well known for its themed events with the niche music, drinks, and dress codes to match. And we were going all out for Emo Night. She had designated herself my wingwoman, hell bent on getting me laid after a lengthy dry spell.

With full confidence that I was going home with some handsome guy, I needed to loosen up. In more ways than one.

Since moving and leaving Ron, I hadn’t hooked up with anyone. I was pent up, wound tighter than a spring, and filled with anxious energy. I knew that a good orgasm or two would calm me down.

A few hours before meeting up with Alice had me fucking myself on my favorite suction cup dildo in the shower. I don’t even really remember how it happened, but one minute I was nearing one of the most intense climaxes I’d had in months to slipping and falling face first into the edge of the tub.

I woke up later that evening in the hospital with a moderate concussion, a severely bruised self-esteem, and a loss of any and all dignity.

“Apparently, Alice got worried when she couldn’t get ahold of me,” I finished. “Came over to find me unconscious with the shower still running. And...” I sighed, rubbing my forehead as I forced the words out. “My dildo still lodged up my ass. Don’t know how long I was out, but the water had gone cold. Not one of my finer moments in history.”

“I’m glad she was able to help you,” Cam said earnestly, not at all phased my utterly humiliating story. I left unspoken that Alice would certainly have had to remove said dildo from my ass, and if that wasn’t true friendship, I didn’t know what was. I couldn’t put into words how grateful I was for Cam’s unruffled reaction. He only sidled closer. “You could have been seriously hurt.”

He reached over and caressed the side of my face down to my neck. I closed my eyes and hummed with contentment. We’d scooted over to the nearest wall not cluttered with piles of wooden boards and were leaning back, shoulder to shoulder, with one of Sylvia’s moth-ball-smelling quilts draped over our laps.

“But, Alice is still my best friend,” I said with feigned defeat. “So, if the sight of me naked in the shower post suction cup dildo knockout or disposing of bodies for us hasn’t scared her off, I fear nothing will.”

The look Cam gave me could only have been described as heart-meltingly soft. “You have made a good life for yourself here, Vic. And the family you choose are who’s most important.”

I leaned up and kissed him soundly on the cheek. “Handsome, charming, funny, and wise. You’re the whole package, Camden Hawkins. How did I get so lucky?”

He gave me a shy smile in return, cheeks going pink. It warmed my heart, the tell-tale flutterings making me giddy. So, I shifted the blanket as I swung one leg over Cam’s to straddle his lap. Leaning down, I rubbed my nose against his and breathed in the sugary scent that seemed ingrained into his entire being.

“But I always wondered how she got in,” I continued thoughtfully, still rubbing our noses together. “You know me, Cautious Carl over here, so my house was always locked. Even when I was home. That’s what got me thinking,” I pulled back slightly, “what if Sylvia let Alice in when she came to check on me? Guess I’ll never know,” I shrugged.

At this moment, I was done re-living my traumatic abashed past. To show Cam this, I aimed for his neck and lazily licked along the lines of his spiderweb tattoo. He groaned and stretched his head to the side, baring himself to me, giving me his silent desires. I teased the long band of muscle with my teeth causing his breath to hitch sharply, but I quickly soothed away the bite with a wet, sucking kiss. I pulledback just enough to see the red mark I’d left and grinned with sinful satisfaction.

“I came up here to tell you something important,” Cam voice was hoarse as I worked my way up slowly to nibble at his earlobe, flicking his earrings with my tongue.

“Tell me later,” I growled as I rolled my hips into his. My already hard cock pressed insistently against his through the denim of our pants as pleasure rippled down my spine. He groaned roughly as I repeated the action, just to watch his eyes flutter and head tip back against the wall with a thud. His throat bobbed, and I dragged the flat of my tongue up that strong column.

“But, mmm,” he hummed in pleasure as I rocked my hips again. His ass jerked up, hips lifting from the floor and taking me with them. “Your proof came in the mail.”

I froze. As in completely froze in place with my tongue still mid-lick on his throat.