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“Cam?”
“Yeah?”
“What are we doing?”
He’s quiet for a moment, the air heavy when he says…
“I don’t really know.”
EIGHTEEN
CAM
I wakeup with a sweet little bundle wrapped up in my arms.
Blair.
It’s still dark out. Quiet. I can hear the steady rhythm of her breathing, slow and deep. Her face is pressed against my chest, one long leg thrown over mine, her arm draped around my waist. Mine is around her, holding her lightly, my hand on her ass.
She has a nice one. I’ve always had a thing for it. And it feels perfect against my palm. Even through the fabric of her dress she wouldn’t remove before she dove under the comforter.
This fucking dress.
No, this fucking girl.Woman.
She drives me out of my damn mind.
Kissing her felt like coming home, and if that isn’t some sappy shit, I don’t know what is. But it’s true. The moment my lips touched hers, it felt good. More than that, it feltright. Like kissing Blair Maguire is what I was made to do. That and football.
And that’s fucked up. I can’t go around continuing to kiss my best friend’s sister. Kissing will lead to other things and I can’t do any of those other things with her. Unless I want to get my ass kicked and lose my best friend forever.
Despite everything, I don’t regret what happened last night. Does that mean I’m willing to take the chance on possibly losing my friendship with Knox?
A little murmur sounds, Blair’s lips moving against my chest as she snuggles even closer, and I close my eyes, bracing myself. She’s practically lying on top of me, her hand sliding up my rib cage, lightly tickling my skin.
I give her ass a light tap as a warning and she does it again. Tickles me.
This time on purpose.
So I tap her ass again. Harder this time.
“Pull my hair and call me baby, and I’ll be yours forever,” she whispers.
The fuck?
Without hesitation, I grab her hair at the base of her neck, wrapping my fingers around it like they’re a frickin’ scrunchie and tug on it slightly. She tips her head back at the same time I look down at her, her eyes cracking open, a sly smile curling her lips.
“I wondered when you’d finally get around to it,” she murmurs.
“You want me to slap your ass and pull your hair?” I am incredulous. She seems like such a sweet little thing.
“I want you to do whatever you want to me.”
That is an open invitation I don’t think she’s aware she’s giving me.
I still have a handful of her ass in my palm and I give it a squeeze, which makes her snuggle even closer. My dick—which has been in a perpetual erect state since I started kissing her in my car last night—surges against the front of my boxer briefs, letting me know he’s perfectly open to being sprung free.
“You can’t say shit like that,” I croak, clearing my throat. “I still need to figure out how to get you home.”
