19. Sloane

CHAPTER 19

SLOANE

C am Crawford’s very nearly naked in my dad’s backyard in broad daylight. Even better, he’s kissing me.

This would be a real bad time for Mrs. Humperdink to check on her zucchini. She’s a nice enough neighbor, but the woman’s nosy as hell and loves spilling tea to anyone close enough to listen.

“We should probably go inside,” I murmur against Cam’s lips. “The neighbors…”

“You have nine-foot neighbors?”

“No.” I giggle.

“Then they can’t see over the fence.”

“True. But don’t discount the possibility of peeping through the cracks or pulling up a ladder.”

“Guess they’ll have earned the show then, with that level of effort.”

I laugh, fizzy happiness bubbling inside me. “C’mon, let’s go inside—it’s hot out here. ”

“I can fix that.”

In one swift move, Cam sweeps me off the ground and into his strong arms. For a split second, I’m nestled up against his broad chest. Then next thing I know, I’m on top of his body in the cold pool.

“Ohmygod, Cam!” I slap at his pecs, the water still chilly enough to take my breath away. Well, that and lying on top of a gorgeous pro football player, every muscle in his body chiseled like a sculpture straight out of the Renaissance.

“What? You said you were hot and sweaty.” He smirks, playing innocent. “Thought I’d help you out.”

He glides a large hand down my back, resting his palm on my ass and pulling me up tight against his body. His hard cock twitches against my thigh and I love that I have this effect on him. Pressing my hips against him, I twine my legs with his, run my fingers through his damp hair. He smells clean, like some masculine shower gel as I lean in and kiss him.

Cupping my cheek with his palm, he opens his mouth to me. I slide my tongue in, running along the straight line of his teeth, tasting him. Minty and fresh, I could lay here and kiss Cam all day long.

He palms the back of my neck, winding my ponytail around his fist and tugging lightly. “You’re beautiful, you know that.” His marine eyes lock on mine, pupils dark. “So damn beautiful.”

Hearing these words from Cam sets my pulse racing. I’ve dreamed of this moment since I was fourteen years old. To think it’s happening—we’re happening—is surreal. I’ve wanted him so much, for so long.

Gazing up at him, nerves and desire commingle, stealing my words. Now that we’re here, finally together like I always dreamed, I’m freezing up .

Don’t blow this, Sloane.

“Thank you,” I squeak out, my voice barely above a whisper. Suddenly, I’m shy and self-conscious.

He pulls harder at my hair, forcing me to look at him.

“I mean it, Sloane. You’re absolutely stunning.”

My face flames and it’s not from the beating rays of the sun. Cam traces his calloused thumb across my cheekbone, down the side of my jaw, sending a shiver of pleasure zipping through me.

Cam thinks I’m beautiful.

A lightness fills my chest, my entire body relaxing beneath his touch as I melt into him. The water’s still cool but I’m not cold, heat radiating off Cam’s hard torso. He traces down my neck to my collarbone and I suck in a sharp breath as his fingers graze my breast. My nipple peaks under his touch, pebbling in the thin, wet satin of my bra. He circles the sharp point and my eyes flutter closed as I give into all the sensations. The warmth, the cold, his feathery touch, the tingle of desire dancing just beneath my skin. He brushes his lips against mine and I kiss him back softly, slowly. Cupping my breast, he squeezes.

“Cam—” I moan quietly, my core throbbing. Shimmying against him, hot need pulses through me. I’m fire and ice all at once and the feeling’s delicious.

He slips his fingers under my shirt, splaying his palm across my belly, and his hand’s so large it covers my entire midsection. Another moan falls from my lips as he kneads and pinches my breasts, moving between the right and the left. My thighs clench around his thick quad and the corners of his lips quirk.

“Eager beaver,” he teases, then brushes a hair from my eyes. “It’s cute—I dig the enthusiasm. ”

“In that case—” I inch away slightly before throwing one leg over his hips and straddling him. His eyes widen as he watches me try to peel my shirt off as sexily as possible—not an easy task, given the soaking wet, skintight fabric clinging to me.

“Let me help.” He strips the shirt over my shoulders without issue and flings it to the ground before reaching around and unhooking my bra. The straps slip down my shoulders and he slides the satin garment away, flipping it out of the pool before palming my breasts.

“Fucking gorgeous.” He flicks at my nipples with his thumbs, pinching and releasing the sharp points, and waves of pleasure roll through me.

“Ohh—” His hot tongue laves at my skin, teasing, and it’s quite possible I may come just from the swirl on my nipple. He alternates between my breasts, showering attention on both sides equally as I grind against him. His dick grows longer and harder by the second, meeting my greedy thrusts in perfect rhythm.

Pulling me down deeper into the water, closer to him, he buries his face between my breasts and I’m in heaven.

Lounging in an inflatable pool on a clear summer day, Cam’s breath warm on my bare skin.

Absolute bliss.

“I want you,” I murmur, reaching down and stroking his hardness over the briefs.

“I want you too. Obviously.” The words are muffled by my chest, his stubble rough against the tender flesh.

Lifting his head, he meets my gaze. “But we should probably take this inside. You were worried about the neighbors a few minutes ago.”

“What neighbors?” I tease, the corner of my lip tipping into a grin as I rub his cock through the cotton. He lets out a groan, pushing against my hand. With deft fingers, he unbuttons my shorts and slides them down over my hips.

I roll off him, water spilling over the side as I lay back and shimmy out of the denim. Poor choice of outfit, but to be fair, I had no idea I’d end up making out in a kiddie pool this afternoon.

With much effort, I finally kick out of the restrictive clothing and chuck the sopping wet shorts onto the grass. Cam levers up on one elbow and my breath hitches as I take him all in. Thick veins pop from his forearm, every muscle pronounced, long, sharp lines beneath his tanned skin. He exudes power. Strength. Virility.

I reach out, swiping at a water droplet dripping down his pec. Tiptoe my fingers across his smooth chest, then follow the ridge of abs all the way down to the waistband of his briefs.

“Ladies first.” He winks, gripping my shoulders and sliding my body down so my head’s resting on the edge of the pool. Water laps at my bare breasts as Cam inches closer to me, spreading my thighs with his hand. With a shuddery breath, I hollow out my stomach like I’m in Pilates.

Cam doesn’t swoop in or rush.

No, he takes his time, smoothing his palm over my thigh, his eyes serious. The water’s not freezing cold anymore—the hot sun warmed it right up, melting all the ice. Yet a shiver races through me as he caresses the inside of my leg. Moving higher, inch by inch, until he comes to the apex. I hold my breath as he cups me, his thumb circling my clit through my panties.

Eyes fixed on mine, he presses down and I writhe with pleasure .

“So good…” I mumble, barely able to form a cohesive thought. I’m drunk on Cam—his body, his scent, his touch.

He drops his lips next to the shell of my ear, his breath tickling my skin.

“I’ve been thinking about this pussy all night and all day. How you’ll taste, how tight you’ll be around my cock.”

The vibrations of his voice give rise to chill bumps on my skin and I want him.

Want him to taste me, touch me, fuck me.

Arching up, I crave more contact. His full lips curve into a smile, like he’s stealing a cookie from the cookie jar and can’t wait to take that first forbidden bite.

“I love how responsive you are.” He nuzzles my neck with his nose, still caressing my pussy, and I think I might die of overstimulation. From the sun, the cool water, the teasing of his fingers on my most sensitive area.

Easing my panties to the side, he slides his fingers over my pussy and I squirm, aching for more. More friction, more pressure, more Cam.

He slips one finger, then another inside and my muscles contract around him. The fullness feels fantastic as he scissors his fingers, stretching me. Pushing in and out, I ride his hand sending water splashing over the sides of the pool.

“Such a tight little pussy.”

Pressure builds, all buzzy energy, my body tensing.

“I’m close—” The words come out in a breathy rasp and Cam picks up the pace.

“That’s good, baby.” He thrusts harder, crooking his finger to hit my G-spot and I rocket over the edge.

“Ohmygod, Cam—” I cry out, a hot flush sweeping through me as I unravel beneath his touch .

“Such a good girl. So fucking sexy.” He kisses me slow and deep, caressing my bare breasts, my belly, running his hands up and down my thighs. Touching me lightly, delicately. It’s rare to see this softer side of Cam, but I love it.

“Thank you,” I murmur against his lips. “That was amazing.”

“Happy to deliver.” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “I do think we should take it inside, though. Don’t want to get sunburned before practice.”

“Right.” The mention of football rockets me back to reality and I’m suddenly self-conscious. I fold my arms over my bare chest and sit up, trying to grab my wet tank top.

“I should have thought about towels, I guess.” I cover my breasts with the black strip of fabric, holding the shirt against me like a bandeau.

“No biggie.” Cam stands up, water sluicing down his legs, his bulge prominent in his wet briefs. He holds his hand out and I take it, still clutching the tank top tight to my chest. With little effort, he lifts me to standing and I tumble forward against him. Sliding his hands around my waist, he pulls me in tight and kisses me again. After a long minute, he pulls away.

“I’m gonna shower. You wanna come?”

The idea of showering with Cam in the tiny bathroom, steam billowing around us as I lather him up with yummy shower gel, does appeal.

“Sure.”

We gather our discarded clothing and head into the house, Cam unfazed by his near-nakedness. I let him lead because I don’t really want him staring at my ass in broad daylight, no matter how much he says he loves it .

As soon as we step into the kitchen, the front screen door screeches open.

“Ohmygod! It’s probably my dad!” I whisper to Cam, hot panic seizing me.

Standing in the kitchen with Cam, dripping wet and practically naked, does not look good. There’s no plausible explanation. So I do the only logical thing.

“Run!” I hiss, darting down the hall to the bathroom as fast as I can. The front door groans open, then slams shut as I duck into the hall bath.

But I’m alone. Cam didn’t follow me.

Shitballs.

Pressing my ear to the door, I listen to the deep murmurs of conversation, barely able to hear over the pounding of my heart. Water drips down my legs and puddles on the floor, but I don’t dare move.

What’s my dad doing here in the middle of the day? He never comes home.

I hold my breath and wait. For my dad to leave, for him to discover me hiding in the bathroom, naked. Seconds tick by and I begin to wonder if I’ll be waiting in here until football practice.

An eternity passes and then the front door slams again. Two seconds later, there’s a rap on the bathroom door.

Opening it a tiny crack, I peer out.

Cam’s standing in the hall, fully clothed, my wet lacy bra dangling from his finger.