Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
“Give me that.”
“No, it’s mine.”
“But that’s my…stuff on there.”
The low, deep rumble of my chest surprises me as I lean forward, our eyes locking. “You mean your juices all over my handkerchief? Yeah, I know, they’re mine now.”
Her eyes widen, her lips parting as she gazes up at me. “That’s disgusting.”
“I beg to differ,” I throw back at her, holding out my hand. “Ready?”
“Please don’t tell anyone.”
Fuck, I want to kiss her. My eyes search hers as I lean in. “You know good and well what happens between us stays between us.”
She swallows. “Still, I don’t need it getting out that you were cleaning…stuff off my thighs.”
“No one will know you pissed yourself, Cam.” She hesitates for only a moment before placing her hand in mine. “Your secrets are safe with me.”
I squeeze her hand with mine as she says, “Thank you.”
“My honor.”
Her breath catches as I guide her back around the corner and into the line. I move her in front of me and take her hips in mine before bringing her back into my chest, her sweet ass nestling right against me in all the right ways. I clench her hips in my hands, and by her quick intake of breath, I know she feels the rock-hard bulge in my pants. I move my lips to her ear, and ever so softly, I whisper, “But just so we’re on the same page, you caused this.”
She goes rigid in my arms, and all I can do is chuckle against her ear.
Her name is called, and thankfully, I remember how to walk, despite the pure lust swirling around us. We walk together, my hand on her hip as cameras go off and students cheer her—or I guess, us—on. Soon, it’s time for her to stand alone, so I move to the side, stunned and in awe of her. The lights of the cameras beam off her dress. And those eyes of hers…well, they sparkle way brighter than I’ve ever seen. Her lips purse, glossed to the nines, as her cheeks still reflect the aftereffects of her release.
I guess those nerves did her well.
I take out my phone, videoing her from every angle, and when she sees what I’m doing, her grin grows. I stand when she couples up with the other seniors, Callie included, and the cameras shoot off like mad.
I turn the camera to myself, and with a grin, I say, “Tell me she isn’t the most gorgeous girl ever.”
Beside me, Evan chuckles. “Well, this has escalated quickly.”
I glance at him as I turn off the camera. “I’m not complaining.”
“I’m just glad you don’t have to pine over her. Now I need Emery to come to her senses and put my poor brother out of his misery.”
I realize two things in that moment—he thinks Cameron and I are for real, which means Callie may not know, and he doesn’t know that Quinn is getting married. I press my lips together so I don’t tell him the truth. Evan is just as much a brother to me as Quinn is, and I love the dude. I don’t want to lie to him, but I also don’t know what the hell Cameron has told people. I swallow, nodding. “Same, dude. Same.”
We share a grin before the girls break apart and go back to their dates. Cameron hasn’t really looked me in the eye since our intimate moment around the corner, but thankfully, her eyes meet mine now, that sneaky little grin on her face. I wrap my arm around her, pulling her to my chest, and without thinking, I graze my lips along her temple before inhaling her deeply.
I feel her tense against me, but then just as she starts to lean into me, someone yells, “Cameron, Benson!” That grabs our attention, and we find one of the student bloggers with a microphone in her hand. “Tell us, did you give him your number?”
Cameron laughs as her hand comes to rest on my ribs, and I know she feels my heart pounding. “I did.” I give her a look, and she shoots me a promising grin. “Or I will, once this is over.”
I chuckle. “Good to know, eh?”
Cameron grins as the girl squeals. I think her name is Brandy. I’ve seen her around campus. She’s done a lot of reporting for the lifestyle section of the Bullies newsletter. “So I can confirm, you two are together?”
Without hesitation, I reply, “You sure can.”
I feel Cameron’s gaze move to my profile, but I don’t meet her gaze. I don’t know why, but I don’t want to know what’s swirling in those depths. I don’t want her to correct me, or even act like we aren’t.
Because we are.
She just isn’t aware of that yet.
Chapter Eighteen
Benson
Like Cameron did for me, I make an edit of the Teal Walk video as I wait for the paint on my chest to dry. Cameron used a trending song for my edit, but I have had one song in mind since the moment I watched her walk down the teal carpet. “Shape of You” by Ed Sheeran. Though, I don’t use the original. I use a version of me playing it on my guitar, and man, it’s hot. When I rewatch the video with the song as she walks and grins like she belongs nowhere else but on display for everyone to drink in, I’m grinning from ear to ear. No matter how crazy it drives me to know people look at her, even I can appreciate how gorgeous she is.