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Camden smirks, dragging my thighs forward until I'm flush against him. "My day isn't over yet, girl Friday. Do I have to make you talk?" he asks gently, his tone making it clear that he wouldn't mind.
I'm too tired for another round of his idea of torture."It started in sixth grade."
"I didn't know you in sixth grade," Camden says.
I shrug. "I didn't know you either, or I wouldn't havedevelopeda crush on you."
"That's not all, is it?" he presses,scrutinizing myexpression. I try to keep it blank, but clearly, I fail.
I try to get up, but Camden keeps his hold on my hips firm.
"Tell me."
I blow out a frustrated breath. "Fine. You were nice to us, all right?"
He laughs out loud. "I was nice?" He sounds like that's the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard.
And no wonder. Camden Hunt is rarely nice to anyone. It's still true.
"It was a shitty summer—too hot at home with the AC off, before I started working, so we didn't have any spare cash. I used to take Willow with me to the library, just to have somewhere cool. Except it's closed on Sunday, so we went to the waterfall. Back then, there used to be a cart vendor who drove there on afternoons. Willow kept asking for ice cream, but I didn't have any money. I was telling her I'd get her some the next day, plotting how to swipe some cash from my parents to do just that, when you stopped—"
"And gave her my ice cream, yeah, I remember that. She's a carrot top, right? Wild copper curls and big eyes."
I'm too surprised he remembers to reply.
"She kept bitching at you, and you were blushing because she was so loud. You were clearly embarrassed not to have any cash. I went to get her some to shut the kid up." He shakes her head. "That was you guys? Wild."
I shrug. "Yeah, well, you can see how a kid would develop a crush on you after that. You totally saved the day."
"Me and my two dollars," he snorts. "I can't imagine I was the only person to help you over the years."
Except he's wrong.
Erica, Lola, and I have helped each other out, sure, and occasionally some neighbors and friends have stepped up, but it was the very first time we were ever given something for free, from someone we didn't have to pay back.
Willow shared the ice cream with me, and it was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted.
"Can I go now? I need to pee," I say, and all of a sudden, I realize it's true.
"As soon as you tell me what you're trying to hide, princess."
I exhale in frustration. He's just not going to let me evade the most embarrassing part, is he? "I didn't just have a crush when I was twelve—it lasted far longer. Until you coerced me into making that stupid porno last June, as a matter of fact."
I'm looking down, but Camden doesn't let me: he takes my chin and tilts it up until I look into his golden eyes. “Six years?” he checks. “You’ve liked me for six years?”
“Well, not exactly. I didn’t know anything about you. You were just a stranger…." I mumble, trailing off.
Thankfully, before I can rattle on, he brings his mouth to mine, crushing it in an intense, all-consuming kiss.
ChapterSixty-One
Camden is gentle this time around. I hadn't even thought him capable of being tender, but he proves me wrong. He carries me to the bed, pinning me down on the mattress without breaking the all-consuming kiss, lips fighting mine for dominance in a hungry dance. His knee presses right between my legs, and I moan into his mouth. Just like that, one kiss, one touch, and I'm burning all over, needing more.
I expect him to make me beg for it, to delay my gratification, to tease me until I can't take any more, but he doesn't. Camden grinds his crotch at the apex of my thighs. I didn't see him unzipping, but I feel the telltale velvety softness of his cock right against my skin, pressing directly at my entrance.
I arch my back upward to invite him in, and Camden grips my hips as he drives his cock inside me in a deep, slow thrust. My pussy practically spams around him, eager to be filled and fucked again. He doesn't disappoint, sinking inside me over and over again, though his kiss remains tender. He lowers the strappy sleeves of my dress to uncover my bare breasts and softly caresses my skin, my nipples, while he fucks me harder, slamming balls-deep on each relentless thrust.
This is a world away from the way he took me downstairs, with his cousins' cocks in my mouth. There's no lesson, no punishment, nopoint. He's fucking me for no other reason than he wants it. And I can't get enough. Camden angles his hips so his cock hits a spot that drives me insane, weightless, and I scream for mercy, but Camden keeps going, faster and faster, growing impossibly larger as my body catches fire. I explode in a puddle of helpless satisfaction, coming unabashedly, and he keeps railing me, his thrusts becoming restless, wilder, deeper. Pleasure turns to pain, and I lift my legs a little higher, changing the angle to give him better access. Camden's hand slides between us, his fingers digging at my bundle of nerves. The second orgasm catches me completely unaware, hitting me without so much as a warning, and Camden grunts with one last thrust, exploding inside me.
