Chapter 8

EIGHT

Cameron

I steer my car out of my driveway and follow Ford through town towards the northern part of Wolf Valley. We turn onto a backroad, and I take a deep breath.

I want Ford. I always have, but tonight is my chance to finally be with him.

Is that a good idea, though? I mean, what are we even doing? Are we really fake dating? Are we really just friends?

I replay all of our interactions from the last few days and can’t deny how perfect its felt to be with him. It was so natural to be with him, to touch him, have him hold my hand or kiss me. It was so right.

But does he feel the same way, or is he just putting on a good show?

I need to figure that out and look for some kind of sign.

We pull into the driveway of a cute two-story house, and I park next to Ford’s truck. He climbs out and heads my way. My mouth waters at the sight of him and my body heats. I want to be with him. I want to finally lose my v-card and I want to do it with the man I’ve always loved. The only man that I’ve ever felt that way about.

He opens my door for me and I take a deep breath as I take his hand and climb out of my car.

“Is this what you expected?” Ford asks me as we start to head towards the front door.

“Not really. I pictured a log cabin in the middle of nowhere or something,” I admit.

I look around and see that his neighbor’s place is just a quarter mile away.

“That’s Ransom and Ruby’s place,” he says, nodding toward the house.

“It looks nice.”

He unlocks the front door and lets me step in first. His place is the typical bachelor pad with a leather couch and a huge flatscreen TV hanging on the wall above the fireplace. The rest of the living room is kind of bare.

“It’s, uh, not really decorated,” Ford says, and I turn to see that he looks self-conscious about that.

“It’s nice. I like the floors,” I say, tapping my shoe on the hardwood floors.

“I’ll show you around.”

I toe off my shoes by the front door, and then he takes my hand and leads me around. The kitchen is sparkling clean, and I wonder if he cooks here much. I guess there’s not much need since he’s almost always at the diner and he can just eat there.

There’s a door leading to the back porch, and I smile at the view of the forest and mountains. My fingers itch for my brushes and I wish I could paint this view.

“There’s a bedroom down here; it’s small,” he says as he leads me down a short hallway off the kitchen. “And a half bath here.”

I glance at the bathroom and smile as I see the navy blue hand towels. It seems like the typical décor for bachelors is in here, too.

“This is the bedroom,” he says and I peek in and see that the room really is small.

It has huge windows overlooking the mountains and all I can think is that it would make a great art room.

“I like the view,” I say, and he squeezes my hand as he leads me over to the staircase and upstairs.

“It’s just bedrooms and bathrooms up here,” he explains as we walk past one bedroom and then another.

My hand starts to sweat as we get closer to the master bedroom.

Is this it?

His hand tightens around mine, and I can tell that he’s just as on edge as I am.

Is that a sign?

I peek at him and he looks down at me.

“Cameron,” he whispers as we stop at the threshold of his room.

It feels like we’re balancing on the precipice of something huge, life-changing. I hold my breath, waiting to see what he’ll do.

“Cameron,” he whispers again, and I lick my lips.

I let out a shaky breath and he leans closer to me, eating up the small distance between us. His warm, minty breath fans across my face and my eyelids flutter closed as his mouth lands on mine.

His lips move over mine in a sensual kiss, and I sigh, melting against him. The hard planes of his body press me further against the wooden doorway behind me. The pressure feels exquisite, but it’s not what I need.

I slide my hands up his strong chest and wrap my arms around his neck. He’s so much taller than me and my legs start to cramp from standing on my tiptoes trying to get closer to him. He seems to realize it too because his hands slide down my sides to the back of my thighs.

He lifts me easily into his arms, and I gasp, breaking the kiss as I cling to him.

“I’m too heavy!” I protest, and he looks confused.

“For what?” He asks, his voice husky.

“For you to be lifting me.”

“You’re fine, or I’m fine. You’re not heavy.”

My legs wrap around his waist, and I can see his eyes grow hazy as my thighs tighten around his hips. I can feel his erection, and I bite my lip as it presses against my clit. My panties are soaked, and all I can think about is being with Ford.

“Fuck,” he hisses as I start to rub my center against the hard ridge behind the fly of his jeans.

I can’t control the action, and as his hands grip my ass, I start to grind against him, my hips rocking harder against his.

“Ford,” I gasp as I feel an orgasm start to form inside of me.

“God, you’re so damn sexy, Cameron.”

I tilt my head back, letting him kiss down my neck as I continue to rock against him. Maybe that’s why I don’t notice that we’re moving until he lays me down on his bed.

I groan as our bodies separate and blink my eyes open to stare up at him. He’s hovering over me, and I try to pull him down to me.

“Cameron,” he moans, his hands playing with the hem of my shirt.

I arch off the mattress, giving him silent permission to take it off of me, and he doesn’t waste any time doing just that. I lift up, helping him pull my shirt all of the way off.

I watch him as his eyes roam over my body. I’m self-conscious, anxious that he might not like what he sees, but then I notice the way his eyes heat with lust and how he licks his lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he reaches out, running a finger from my collarbone down and over the swell of my breasts.

I shiver as his finger dips into the cup of my bra, and he smirks, a cocky look that I love coming over his face.

“Take it off,” I tell him, and he reaches behind me, unhooking the clasp and drawing the straps down my arms.

He tosses it to the side, and I fight the urge to cover myself as Ford looks at me.

“Fuck,” he groans, his hands going to my breasts and he molds the soft, full mounds in his palms. “So perfect.”

I flush at his praise and then gasp, my eyes fluttering as his fingers find my nipples and he starts to play with them.

“Oh! Ford, I… Ford!” I cry out as he pinches the sensitive peaks.

“Seeing you like this, spread out for me, God, it’s enough to make me come from just one look,” he groans, and I moan, arching into him.

His head bows and his lips wrap around one nipple. I can feel my panties sticking to me and I try to shift, to rub against him again, but he has my hips pinned to the bed. I growl in frustration and I can feel him smirk against my skin.

“Horny girl,” he chides, and I nod.

“I need you,” I whine, and he just smiles, switching to my other breast.

He gives it the same careful attention as the first until I’m a soaked, needy mess.

“Please!” I scream as he lets go of one of my nipples with a wet pop.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs as he kisses down my round stomach and kneels at the edge of the bed between my thighs.

His hands reach for my black yoga pants, and I lift my hips, squirming out of them and my panties.

“Fuck, Cameron. These are drenched, baby,” he groans as he lifts my panties to his nose and breathes in. “You smell so damn good. Now, let’s see how you taste.”

That’s all the warning I get before he spreads my thighs and buries his face in my pussy.

“FORD!” I scream as his hands hold my legs open and pinned to the bed.

His tongue is everywhere, licking up my juices, rolling over my clit, and circling my tight opening. I’m not sure which action I like best. All of it is driving me wild, and soon, I’m coming so hard that I swear I see stars.

I scream his name, my voice growing hoarse as I come all over his face. He keeps licking me through my orgasm and I tremble under his touch.

“Ford,” I say hoarsely.

“I’ve got you, baby.”

He crawls up my body and scoots me into the center of the bed. Then he stands and starts to strip off his clothes. I watch him with rapt fascination as he pulls his shirt over his head and then undoes his belt, and pushes his jeans down, his boxers going with them.

His cock is huge and pointing right at me. I swallow as I take him in.

“Wow,” I whisper, and he grins.

He crawls onto the bed beside me and I lick my lips, reaching for him. My body is still primed after my last orgasm, and I’m ready for more.

He moves over me, kneeling between my legs, and I reach for his cock, my fingers wrapping around his length… or trying to anyway, but he’s too big for my fingers to touch.

Ford hisses, his muscles tensing as I give him a few experimental strokes. A pearl appears on the tip of his dick, and I lick my lips. I want to taste him, but when I try to sit up, he pushes me back down.

“I need you,” he says, his voice low and guttural.

“You have me,” I whisper.

He kisses me, and I can taste myself on his lips and tongue. I wrap my arms around his neck, and we both seem to hold our breaths as his cock nudges against my dripping-wet opening.

He pushes in the first inch, and we both moan, our mouths meeting in a scorching kiss. He sinks in another inch and bumps up against my virginity.

“Cameron, I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, pressing his forehead against mine.

“You won’t,” I promise him.

“I… you’re my first, too,” he admits, and I look at him in surprise.

He kisses me before I can say anything, and then he thrusts into me. I gasp at the feeling of fullness, and he freezes inside of me, letting me get used to the connection before he starts to move inside of me.

He starts slowly, his thrusts even and measured. My hips start to rise to meet his thrusts, and soon we’re moving together in perfect sync.

He starts to fuck me harder, his mouth kissing every inch of me that he can reach. He licks down my neck, kisses over my clavicle, and starts to suck on my tits again. His hands brace on either side of me, and all I can do is move with him as he takes over.

He consumes me, claiming me over and over again. Sweat coats our skin, letting us move together easily, and his mouth finds mine again.

He kisses me as he shifts on his knees, changing the angle as he slides into me easily. His shaft brushes over my clit, and I can feel my pussy tightening around him, clamping down on his length with every pass.

“Ford, I… I’m so close,” I pant, and he groans.

“Give it to me, baby. I want to feel you come all over me. Make a mess of my fucking cock. Mark me just like I’m marking you,” he growls, and I cry out as I do just that.

I come hard, so hard that I almost black out. My nails dig into his shoulders and I cling to him as my orgasm threatens to sweep me away.

“Cameron! Fuck, Cam,” he groans, and a second later, I feel his release inside of me as he comes too.

His arms shake slightly and he rolls us over to our sides, keeping our bodies joined as we both catch our breaths. My arm is draped over his side and his are wrapped around me as we smile at each other.

“I like your house,” I tell him, and that seems to catch him off guard.

“Thanks.”

“I think that your bedroom might be my favorite room,” I tell him, my fingers running through his chest hair as I stroke over his muscles.

“It’s mine now too,” he says, smiling as he leans forward and kisses my neck.

“The kitchen looked nice too,” I say huskily as he continues to kiss and nuzzle my neck.

“Let me show it to you again,” he says, and I gasp as he lifts me in his arms and carries me downstairs.

I moan as his cock hardens inside of me as we head into the kitchen. He sets me on the kitchen counter and kisses me, his hands gripping my hips as he starts to move inside of me once again.

By the time he’s done with me, I think it’s a toss up between which room I like best. When I tell Ford that, he just grins and kisses me deeply.

“Are you hungry?” He asks me, and I nod.

“I can make us some eggs. Or a sandwich?”

“Sandwich sounds good.”

He nods, dropping another kiss on my lips. He sits me on the counter and moves over to the fridge and I watch him as he makes us something to eat.

He’s so sexy, so perfect. I know that I should be thinking about us and asking him what this means for us, but I can’t. Not right now. I want to enjoy this bubble that we’re in for a little bit longer.

Tomorrow, I promise myself. I’ll figure everything out tomorrow.

I just hope that I’m brave enough then to keep that promise.