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)
I didn’t know what to think, so I tried not to. I just watched. Studied the way he moved, his muscles, groaned at the noises he made as they burrowed inside me. He was…fuck, he was sexy, and tonight was the first time I’d let myself really acknowledge that.
Then Melinda cried out that she was coming, and the muscles in Cam’s neck tightened, his eyes blazing on me. When he dropped his head back, my orgasm slammed into me the second I could tell he was coming too.
We were quiet after that, and I couldn’t look away. I wanted to run. To hide. To ask him to touch me.
Melinda said, “Good thing I don’t have feelings for you outside of friendship and a good fuck, Cam. Otherwise, I might have my feelings hurt because I’m positive it wasn’t me you were fucking just now.” She looked over at me. “Are you sure you don’t wanna come over here with us? He can usually go again pretty quickly.”
My head spun, and my face warmed with heat. My skin was too tight again, my whole body jittery.
“No…I gotta…I should go.”
“Jude,” Camden said simply, something in his voice I couldn’t explain, but I shook my head. I wiped my come up with my shirt, tucked myself away, and walked out.
CHAPTER TWO
Camden
From the first time I saw you, it was hard to keep my eyes off you. ~ Letter from Henry
I was pretty sure I’d just made a big-ass mistake.
I hadn’t planned on asking Jude to go home with us. Really, I’d just wanted to get laid, and Melinda had called, so I’d decided to go for it. Well, that, coupled with the fact that I was worried I was getting too wrapped up in Jude—in someone who was straight. I’d been down a similar road in the past, with my ex-boyfriend, Henry. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I’d noticed Jude’s eyes on me all night, that I’d seen the way he’d looked at me with Mel, and that I liked it.
It was no secret I was attracted to Jude. It had started as sort of a game. I mean, he was beautiful, with his sun-kissed skin, plump, kissable lips, bright-blue eyes that always looked so curious, and that hair…fuck that hair, with its soft waves. I liked it even better now that it was his natural brown. There was no denying he was gorgeous, but it had been mostly just for fun in the beginning. To see him blush. I was pretty sure, at least.
Jude wasn’t the kind of guy I usually went for. If I were going to describe my perfect man, it would typically be someone like Lincoln. Twinks had always done it for me, and Jude wasn’t that. He was six feet of long, lean muscles. But again, really fucking beautiful.
Then we’d become friends, and I realized I really did want to fuck him, but I also wasn’t sure I ever would, because I valued his friendship. Not that I didn’t think people could fuck and be friends. I did it all the time. My friends did it. Sex didn’t have to make things awkward unless you let it, but I’d known Jude would. Plus, he’d always insisted he was straight, and I would never deny someone’s sexuality. We were who we were, and if Jude said he was straight, he was straight, even if he had been in love with Rush Alexander.
But I also believed sexuality could be fluid, and when I’d been with Mel and he’d looked at me with fire in his eyes, I’d seen the shift in him. He’d wanted me tonight, which only made my desire for him skyrocket, and yep, that led to said big-ass mistake.
“So…that was awkward. Was it me?” Melinda asked.
“Nah, he’s just going through some stuff. It’ll be fine.”
“You want him.”
“Yeah,” I replied simply, because I did. “You did too.”
“Who wouldn’t? But you want him in a different way.”
I shrugged because talking about it wasn’t going to change anything. Yes, I wanted Jude. I’d wanted him for a long time, and that was that.
It had also killed me to tell him he didn’t have to touch me if we all three hooked up. I’d never been insecure about my sexuality, but saying that to him made me feel strange.
“You know he wants you too, right?” she asked, and this weird-ass thing happened. I exhaled a breath, like I sort of relaxed, like I’d needed to hear that, and in no way was that normal for me.
“Obviously. Who doesn’t?”
Melinda laughed and swatted my arm, then climbed out of bed and went for the bathroom. “I hate to leave so soon, but I have to be up early in the morning. I’ll grab a car service.”
I rolled my eyes. “You know I’m taking you home.” What kind of asshole watched some dude while he fucked a beautiful woman and then sent her home in a random car?