Shamless

  When he settled his head between her thighs, it was with the promise of taking her to the edge of ecstasy and pitching her over. He’d arranged her legs over his shoulders and reached up to cover her breasts in his hands, letting her nipples peek between his fingers.

  Long, flat, broad stokes of his tongue. Quick, precise flutters. He could do it all, and she arched her body into his hands, encasing his thick wrists in her own grip. Her pussy tightened on aching emptiness. His lips encircled her throbbing clit and he sucked.

  Meri’s hips almost wrenched off the bed. He held her fast, squeezing her nipples between his fingers, causing sensation to rebound between the two most desperate parts of her. Stronger and stronger every time it made the journey. “Cameron, oh, God—”

  The words died in her throat as she realized how much she sounded like the girl from last night. Just last night.

  Just last fucking night, he’d been doing this to someone else.

  Oh, don’t think about it!

  There wasn’t anyone else, he’d said so. Only her. Only her. Only her.

  She’d wanted him, now she had him. Now fucking come for him.

  It was almost defiant, she climaxed so hard. It was a fuck-you to the women he’d had before, especially to the one last night, to the few men she’d let try and miserably fail to fill his shoes. It was almost painful, muscles contracting hard with releasing tension, and she shuddered and shuddered more and cried out. And cried, hoping to God it was too dark for him to see. When the passing storm of passion abated, she drew him up into her arms and let him absorb her trembles.

  He said her name. Kissed her along the line of her jaw, her cheek, her nose, her lips. Sweet and tender in the aftermath of such fury. But then he shifted his thighs, parting hers. “Need you,” he whispered. He’d slipped on the condom earlier in anticipation of this moment.

  Meri nodded, letting him close. Feeling him hard and demanding against her inner thigh. He held himself up easily on one arm as he positioned himself at her entrance. Pushed. Pushed. Jesus, she couldn’t… Her hand shot to his hip and she gasped as her body opened. So slick, so wet, so soft from his mouth, she couldn’t keep him out, didn’t want to, and as he claimed her inch by beautiful inch, she couldn’t get enough.

  “Ohhhh, fuck,” he groaned, dropping his face to her neck. “It’s what I was afraid of, too good. Too fucking good.”

  “Cameron,” she said desperately.

  “I’m here, baby.” God, didn’t she know it. He was here, he was everywhere. Every cell in her body consumed with him. “Are you okay?”

  “I don’t know,” she confided.

  “I don’t either. Just tell me if I’m hurting you.”

  “You’re not.”

  Yes, this was different. He’d shattered everything she thought she knew. An entirely different ball game; hell, to quote one of his favorite movies she’d watched with him a dozen times, it wasn’t even the same fucking sport.

  Carefully, he lowered himself over her, mindful not to crush her but putting every inch of them in sweet, warm contact as he began to move inside. Gentle, gliding strokes to start. Exactly what she needed to adjust to this overwhelming fullness. Mmm, so good. She licked her lips and, as if he couldn’t resist, he leaned down to taste the moisture her tongue had left. Once his mouth teased hers gently open, he didn’t leave. He kissed her with slow thorough possession, breath shuddering, muscles trembling. She stroked her hands down his back where a fine sheen of sweat had broken out. Delighted in squeezing the rock-hard muscles of his ass as they worked to pleasure her, pleasure himself.

  Nothing in her life had ever been as good as this.

  Meri slid one hand around to feel him entering her between the V of her fingers. Amazing, the way her body stretched around him. He slowed further to let her play, releasing her mouth to groan as her fingers brushed his cock. His eyes closed. “I won’t last much longer, baby.”

  Mmm, she couldn’t wait to see him lose control. Hear him. Especially hear him. Knowing it was her body that drove him there.

  “I want you to come with me,” he told her, pulling back slightly from her desperate, clinging heat. She nodded, unable to speak. She wanted that, too. He rose up on his knees, leaving himself buried shallowly inside her, and drew her hand over between her legs. “Touch yourself, baby. Let me watch you get there.”

  Oh. My. God. He was the hottest thing she’d ever laid eyes on. As long as she had him to look at, right in front of her and completely naked with that big cock nestled inside her, she might go off in no time. But she was terribly sensitized and could hardly stand her own touch.

  “Easy,” he whispered, making tiny movements with his hips. “So fucking beautiful, Meri. Squeeze me.” She did so, and he growled something unintelligible. “Again.” He gave her a little more of himself. Meri circled her clit with one finger while he watched intently. The faster she went, the more of his cock she received. It was wonderful incentive, indeed. But he wouldn’t give her all of it, no matter how much she begged or whimpered. He might come too soon, he told her.

  Her orgasm built rapidly. “I feel it,” he told her. “Feel you shivering around me. Come on, baby. Come on. I’ll give you everything.”

  “Oh, Cam,” she moaned. “Please…”

  “Not there yet,” he murmured. “Not yet, not yet…”

  The ever-tightening coil of pleasure finally snapped, flinging her up and out. At her first shattering cry, he filled her completely, falling over her, and it was true, he gave her everything. Every powerful thrust she needed to drive her higher and higher. Every animalistic, primal male growl she needed to hear, enough to fuel her fantasies for the rest of her life. All for her, yes, all for her.

  And her name leaving his lips as she gave him everything in return, milked him of all restraint, all senseless vows, all the years of wanting. Gone in an instant. He pulsed inside her and she only wished she could feel the heat of his seed filling her, to complete this, to seal it.

  Meredith drew the first long, filling breath she’d taken all night as he collapsed over her. Cameron’s exhausted, sated weight atop her was enough. For now.

  He’d said she would never get him out, and she hoped he was right.

  They slept restlessly. Cam woke to Meredith’s warm little body crawling over him shortly after midnight. She took him silently into her mouth, licked him and kissed him to full, aching erection, sucked him to devastating climax. He’d thought that was all he was capable of until a little after two, when he woke again to her dozing naked on her stomach beside him, the round curve of her ass too much temptation to resist. He donned another condom—he’d only had the one, but thank God, Alyssa had a “just in case” stash—climbed over her, and nibbled at that firm, delectable butt until she stirred and giggled.

  Then he shoved a pillow under her hips, held her wrists at her back, and fucked her that way. She came on her own then, no help from her fingers, twice, holy fuck, gripping him with such strength and heat he thought she would flay him alive. Watching her ass he she received his thrusts was the hottest damn thing he’d ever seen, and as she came a miraculous third time, he leaned over and whispered in her ear.

  “You like this, don’t you? Being held down?”

  “Yes,” she huffed out.

  “I might tie you up when we get back home.”

  “Why not now?”

  Oh, he could fall in love with this girl. Or had he already?

  “I’ll let you,” she said, looking back at him with those big, trusting blue eyes. How was it that she could look even more innocent during dirty sex? Was it his guilty conscience fucking with him for fucking his best friend’s little sister? He was so going to hell.

  He totally tried to deny that his cock throbbed even bigger at the thought. So wrong, so fuckin’ wrong, but so damn right. Yep, he should go ahead and pack his bags now. Hellbound.

  After that energetic bout, both of them spent and running on empty, neither of them was in the mood for sl
eep. She lay draped over him for the longest time, tracing his tattoos. Tickling when she explored the dips and swells of his muscles. But he was content to lie there and let her tickle all night, if she wanted.

  “Is Alyssa not coming back?” he asked, wondering if he needed to get up and head back to his condo. Dane wasn’t a watchdog or anything—if he was even still awake it probably wouldn’t occur to him that his little sister was wrapped around Cameron right now and had been for the past several hours, but Cam didn’t really want to chance it. Dane had known they were “hanging out” together, after all.

  “Even if she does, it’s okay,” Meri said drowsily.

  “Really?”

  “Well…she, um…was kind of privy to this entire operation.” She lifted her head and propped it on her elbow. “You don’t want to keep us a secret or anything, do you?”

  “Do I want to? No. But something tells me it might be best, just for now. Can you understand that?”

  “Sure,” she said. “I guess it’s not something we want to rub everyone’s faces in without giving them fair warning.”

  He stroked her hair, twirling one dark lock around his finger. It was still damp from their earlier shower, but barely. “Exactly.” She shifted around so she could rest her chin on his chest, smiling at him. “I hope it was everything you thought it would be,” he told her, stroking her soft cheek with his thumb. “Worth the risk.”

  “It was more,” she said. “I hate that we wasted all these years on our silly fears.”

  “I don’t think they’re all that silly. But you’re right. Wasted time.” It was probably a possessive asshole thing to think, but if he’d gotten off his ass, he wouldn’t have had to watch her go out with other guys. Maybe he could’ve been her first and only. But it was okay. He would work hard to erase any bad experiences she’d had from her memory, so there was nothing left but him.

  As for Cameron, girls had come and gone. Some of them for a night, or two, or three. Some of them for a few months. Meredith had been friends with a couple of them, and a few of them had treated her like an annoyance—those hadn’t lasted long. But even of the ones that had, none of them had left much of an impression. He sure didn’t miss them.

  Not like he would miss her if the unthinkable should happen.

  How dangerous was this to either of them?

  Chapter Eight

  He spent the remainder of the night. She didn’t sleep a wink after their late-night conversation, but she felt like such a creeper staring at him that she’d gotten up, pulled on some pajamas, grabbed a beer, and walked out on the balcony.

  No moans to grab her attention tonight, by God. The man was in her bed. Had she ever dreamed that would happen?

  She was still out there when the sun came up, and she knew Cameron liked to take a morning run. So she went into the kitchen and started coffee brewing.

  Had Alyssa ever made it back? Cracking her friend’s bedroom door open, she saw a heap of blankets on the bed with a tanned foot sticking out. So at some point, Lys had come home. Ugh, hopefully she hadn’t dealt with her own sex serenade last night. Neither of them had exactly been quiet. Alyssa, at least, would have the courtesy to put her ear buds in or leave altogether. Unlike some people.

  They’d stocked the refrigerator shortly after arriving three days ago, so there was bacon and eggs. Cam would probably like a little protein. She gathered the items from the fridge, musing on what a difference a day could make. Yesterday morning, she’d barely been able to function, grunts and growls and shouts of ecstasy that weren’t hers echoing in her head. Today, they were all hers. She poured her coffee and sipped it black, then grinned like a fool at nothing in particular.

  A moment later, Alyssa’s messy blonde head popped from her bedroom door—Meri’s checking on her must have woke her up. “Is he still here?” she mouthed.

  Meredith nodded, still grinning.

  Alyssa gestured at her own body top to bottom. “Naked?” she asked soundlessly, then let her mouth fall open when Meredith nodded. She went back in her room and Meredith put her coffee down and followed her. Quietly, Alyssa shut the door behind them, then both of them did a pajama-clad happy dance.

  “I hope we didn’t disturb you,” Meredith whispered after they stopped, winded and giggling like schoolgirls.

  “Nah, I didn’t know a thing, except that your door was closed and that was weird. You did it, girl! I’m so damn proud of you. Here, let me touch you.” She pushed the tip of her finger into Meredith’s shoulder. “S-s-s-s. Still hot.”

  “Oh, please. And you know, I’m…rather proud of me too, actually.”

  “And you’re cooking. This is serious.”

  “Hey! I can cook.”

  Alyssa scoffed. “Whatever. So…verdict. I won’t ask for any more details, but one thing. Are we happy?”

  Meri drew a big breath and gave her friend a giddy smile. “We’re happy.”

  “Awesome. Love you, girl. You’re glowing.” Alyssa gave her a quick hug. “Now get out, so I can get ready and not scare him off on first sight.”

  “Oh, fat chance. Love you too. Thank you.”

  As she left Alyssa’s room and returned to her own, Meri was almost afraid to wake him. What if he had regrets in the light of day? She didn’t want to keep torturing herself, but she couldn’t help it.

  God, he made the most gorgeous sight she’d ever beheld, sprawled across her bed, black hair and sun-tanned skin and black tattoos against her pristine white sheets. He made her want to crawl on top of him and get dirty again. She went around to the other side of the bed and slipped under the covers, snuggling up next to him. Without even waking, he groped for her and drew her closer before sighing contentedly and settling back down. It made her jealous that he could sleep so heavily.

  Awww. She hated to wake him, to ruin this. But she’d rather have him talking to her, reassuring her. So she leaned over and brushed kisses across his soft lips until his eyes fluttered open.

  “Good morning,” she whispered.

  His arms squeezed her tight, and her heart sang. “Good morning,” he murmured, and his sleepy voice was almost sexier than his sex voice. Almost. His hand slid up and down her back. “Aw, you’re dressed,” he said in mock childish disappointment.

  Meredith giggled. “Oh, I’m so sorry. But at least you’re not. Wait…let me make sure.” He laughed as her fingers trailed down and closed around his half-hard cock. “Nope, not dressed.”

  “Keep that up and you won’t be for long.”

  “I can live with that,” she said, “but Alyssa’s here.”

  “Hey, you said she was privy to this entire operation, so…”

  She gasped as he pulled her up over him so that she straddled him. “Cam, we can’t.”

  “I can be quiet,” he whispered. “But can you?”

  Her mouth went dry. Other parts of her went wet. Holy Christ, she wasn’t sure if she could or not. “I guess we can find out.”

  She would never think he could get her so weak after everything they’d done last night. But as he worked her pajama pants off, she trembled all over. Her shaking hands fumbled with the condom wrapper when he silently indicated for her to get it off the nightstand, and he had to help her open it and sheathe him with it. He lifted her hips, settled her gently over his thick head, and let her ease down over him.

  She was sore and aching, but receptive. Biting her lips, closing her eyes, she took him deeper and deeper, the only sound their quickening breath. He pulled the blankets around them so that she wouldn’t be cold, then his fingers clenched on her hips. She opened her eyes to see him staring up at her, his own eyelids heavy with desire.

  God, yes, now she could see. See her fingers digging into his pecs, her digits paler than his skin. See the pleasure cross his face with every one of her movements, no matter how small. She’d only thought the sight of him sleeping had been the most gorgeous thing she’d ever beheld. This, this was true beauty. All of his focus on her and what she did to
his body.

  He whispered her name. She whispered his in return. Silently, she raised and lowered her body, biting down on the moan that threatened to escape, holding it to a whimper.

  He smiled at her, that killer grin higher on one corner of his mouth than the other, a wicked sardonic twist that made her heart skip a beat. “Shhh,” he said softly.

  Oh, God, she would never make it. He’d taught her body how to come on his cock last night and now it was fucking gung-ho. “Oh, no,” she muttered, distressed.

  “No?”

  “Oh, God.” She collapsed over him as liquid, aching need pooled in her lower belly, where he impaled her with what felt like steel. Sinking her teeth into the muscle of his shoulder, she let him take over, gently thrusting under her. Need turned to desperation. Desperation to wildness.

  “Yes, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “So wet, so tight, so soft, Christ, you got me so hard it hurts.”

  She tried to meet him, give back to him, prolong it, but she was lost, and then the first contraction of climax hit her and she was an arrhythmic mess on top of him. He caught her, holding her to his steady thrusts, taking her where he wanted her to go. Drawing it out for her, making it last where she hadn’t been able to. Saying sweet, dirty things in her ear she wouldn’t remember later. And, somehow, she managed not to scream. Or at least she hoped she managed it.

  Then it was his turn, and she didn’t miss a moment of it, watching the muscles stand out in his neck as his head sank further into his pillow and he gritted his teeth with the effort not to make a sound. He succeeded except for one tiny grunt, emptying into the condom between them. She loved to feel him come. Now she knew she loved to see it, too.

  They showered together again, this time only kissing under the hot spray. She made him breakfast, which was edible, but he acted like it was a culinary masterpiece. Then he kissed her at the front door of her condo, gave her one last devastating grin over his shoulder, and the best date of her entire life was over.