Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
"Greedy girl," he snarls against my breast. "Always wanting more."
"Cam!" I scream as an orgasm slams into me out of nowhere, making me buck and writhe in his lap.
He jerks me off him, putting me on my knees, my torso draped over the back of the couch.
"Come on my cock again," he demands, slamming back inside of me. His hand comes down on my ass hard once, and then again and again. He pounds into me over and over, impaling me on his cock as he spanks me, punishing me for trying to top him, and then he soothes the sting, palming my cheek to rub it away. "Fucking come, kitten." He presses his fingers into my ass again.
That's all it takes to send me over the edge. I come hard, my pussy convulsing around his cock.
"Yes," he shouts, holding me still as he drives into me without rhythm, chasing his own orgasm. His hand digs into my hip.
"Kitten," he roars, filling me so full of him that he leaks out, dripping down my thighs. He collapses against me, his head against my back as I lay sprawled over the back of the couch, gasping for breath.
"Cam," I whisper.
"Fucking hell, sweetheart," he groans, pressing kisses into my skin. "You okay?"
I can't find the words to answer him, so I just moan.
We stay just like that for a long moment before he pulls out. I immediately miss the feel of him inside me and the warmth of his body against mine.
"Come here." He picks me up, cuddling me to his chest. He carries me to the bed and sets me down before collapsing beside me.
I moan again, fighting to stay awake.
"I love you," he says against my forehead, pulling the blankets up over us and then tucking me against his big body.
I love you too, I think, and then I'm out cold.
"Everyone is staring at me," I whisper to Cam the next morning as we stand at the desk, trying to check out. There are a handful of people scattered around the foyer. Their eyes are on the two of us. They hurriedly look away when I glance up, but I'm not imagining their stares.
"So I've noticed," he murmurs, cocking a brow at an elderly couple who are whispering behind their hands. They stop whispering and drop their gazes, but only for a moment. Before we can even turn around, they're both casting furtive glances at me again.
The only person not staring is the clerk checking us out, and he's not looking at us at all, instead keeping his gaze glued to the computer screen in front of him.
Cam glances around again and then taps a hand on the counter. "Do you have a paper?" he asks.
"A paper?"
"Yeah, a newspaper."
"Oh. Uh…" The flustered clerk spins in a circle before snatching the paper off the counter beside the register. "Here you go."
Cam unfolds the paper, flipping right to the local section.
"Oh no," I mouth, horror washing through me when I see the headline. Arrest warrant issued for former plus-size fashion model in UCLA student's death reads the top of the page, followed by a picture of me they must have pulled from my Facebook page. There's one of Rory's family beside it. They're on the UCLA campus, holding up candles and photographs of him. My entire body begins to shake, fear pounding through me like a drum. I try to read the article beneath the photos, but I can't see through the tears swimming in my eyes.
"Fucking hell," Cam says and slams the paper down on the desk. He grabs me, pulling me into him. "We're leaving in two seconds," he snaps to the clerk. "I suggest you hurry up."
"Ah, y-yes, sir."
Cam buries my face in his shoulder, holding me against him. Silent tears drip down my cheeks, soaking into his shirt. I want to stop them, but I can't seem to manage it. I'm falling apart, and everyone in the lobby is here to witness it.
"Let's go," Cam whispers a moment later. He leans down to grab our bags with one hand, and steers me toward the doors, keeping me tucked into his side so I don't have to look at anyone.
I stumble along beside him until he pushes me up against his SUV, dropping our bags.
"Look at me," he murmurs, cupping my face between his palms.
I blink open my eyes. Tears blur my vision, making his face hazy.
"We knew this was coming. And we're going to beat it," he says firmly.
He's right. We are going to beat this. Still…
"It's too soon," I whisper, another tear slipping down my cheek. "I need more time." I need more time with him. Time to find the courage to tell him that I'm hopelessly in love with him too. That I have been for days. That he's wriggled his way into my heart and taken up permanent residence inside. That I don't want to be without him.