Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
We were quiet as the car took us to Cam’s place. Quiet as we got out. Quiet as we went inside his house.
It wasn’t the first time I’d been there, but it suddenly felt like it, felt different.
Camden grabbed Melinda’s hand and went straight for the hallway. I followed, and then we were in his room, and it was the first time I’d been there.
A massive king-size bed was on the wall across from the door. It had a dark-wood headboard that looked almost gothic, but no footboard. There was a TV and video-game consoles, which I knew he also had in his living room.
“You watching or participating?” Cam asked, jerking me out of my thoughts.
“Watching,” just sort of fell out of my mouth.
“That get you off, Jude? You a dirty little voyeur?” His voice was deep, husky, and filled with sex, and damned if that didn’t make me tremble. No one had ever spoken to me like that before, and I was pretty sure I liked it.
“We’ll see.” I shrugged, trying to play it off.
“Oh, this is gonna be fun,” Melinda said.
“Sit down.” Camden nodded toward the armchair in the far-right corner of the room.
Without a thought, I found myself doing what he said. I was on a diagonal from the bed, but on the same wall. Cam and Melinda walked over to the side I was on, and then they were kissing.
It was all sort of a blur from then on out, like I was there but wasn’t. Participating, but not. Cam stripped her out of her clothes, then did the same for himself.
A shiver raced through me. My dick was hard, my whole body feeling jittery as I pushed against my shaft through my jeans.
Cam had a big cock, thicker than mine; long legs, hair on his chest, firm, sinewy muscles, and six-pack abs. The hair on my arms rose, my heart sped up, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him, couldn’t stop looking at Camden.
Melinda got on her knees and sucked his dick. His fingers tangled in her hair, and my eyes became riveted on his hands. He looked over at me and smiled the way he did, and damned if I didn’t find myself unbuttoning…unzipping…pulling myself out and stroking.
“Fuck yessss,” Cam hissed, and I knew he was talking about me just as much as he was talking about Melinda.
I had no idea what I was doing, what I had been thinking, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to.
He picked her up and set her on the bed, his muscles twisting and constricting as he did so, and my dick ached. His tongue traced around her nipples, and he sucked her.
“Fuck…you have such a talented mouth,” Melinda told him, and Cam chuckled against her. “Are you sure you don’t want to play?” she asked me, but I couldn’t find my voice.
I shook my head, ignoring the No…I’m not sure… floating around in my head.
“I hope you know what this is doing to me, Beautiful,” Cam said. “How long I’ve wanted you in my bed, and now you’re here, but you’re really not.” There was something so damn sincere, almost sad in his voice, and it stole my breath.
My voice was still gone. I was jerking myself with Cam’s hot stare on me, and Melinda’s. Part of me wanted to run, while another wanted to ask for his mouth on me too.
“Guess we’ll have to show him what he’s missing,” Melinda said, and they did just that.
Camden suited up and pushed inside her. I watched his back muscles and the tightness in his legs as he fucked into her beautiful body…and he was too, beautiful, I mean, and I’d never thought that about a man before. Not even Rush, and I’d loved him. I knew Rush was good-looking, but things had been different with us. It was as if I’d woken one morning and realized the reason everything felt wrong in my life was because I didn’t have him, but by then it had been too late.
Now it was a slower descent. Not that I was in love with Camden, because I wasn’t, but I was attracted to him. I knew that as much as I knew my own name. I just didn’t know if I planned to do anything about it. Or hell, how I even felt about it.
Cam pressed a kiss to Melinda’s lips, then cocked his head to the side and looked at me. She did the same as little noises pulled from the back of her throat. She told me how good it felt, how good Cam was, and somehow I knew it. I felt it as if I was with Cam too.
The whole time he was watching me, staring at me, but not in a way that made it feel like he was using Melinda. She was watching me as well, talking to me, pulling me into this. It was as if they were both making me a part of their sex, but Cam’s stare was hotter, deeper, like there was more behind it than Melinda’s.