Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
My desire boiling over, I kiss Cami hard. There’s something about hearing somebody like Cami, who looks so sweet and innocent, talk so dirty that makes me blind with lust. I grip her ass and press her against the wall even harder, plunging into her over and over again.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I grunt. “Tell me you belong to me.”
“I belong to you. I’m yours. All yours.”
Her entire body grows taut as her mouth falls open and her eyes flutter. Cami leans her head back against the shower wall and lets out a long, loud cry that rings in my ears. Her fingernails dig even harder into my shoulders, and she shakes wildly as she comes.
“Come for me, Daddy,” she gasps.
And that’s all it takes. Cami’s filthy mouth pushes me over the edge. My hips are flush with hers, and I hold myself there. I’m shaking as hard as she is, and a low grunt passes my lips as my cock twitches and throbs. A moment later, I explode, shooting thick ropes of my seed into her. I lean my forehead against hers, our eyes still locked together.
In the moment of silence that follows, I’m overcome again by a wave of tenderness, growing more solid and tangible. I've never had these sorts of feelings for anybody before, and there’s still a lot I need to sort through and figure out. But the one certain thing is that my life is better for having Cami in. On the surface, she makes me a better quarterback. On a deeper level, she makes me a better man. She makes me want to be better not just for her, but for myself.
“You are incredible,” I say, my voice soft. “You make my world a better place.”
Her eyes shimmer and her full lips curl upward in a gentle smile.
“I’m yours, Carter. I belong to you.”
“Good girl,” I reply and kiss her again.
13
CAMI
I look up at the sound of my office door opening, expecting to see my father walking in without knocking yet again. But when I see who it is, my blood turns to ice. Ryder Simmons leans against the doorjamb with that smarmy smile on his face that I hate so much.
“If you need treatment, go see Jordan and he’ll set you up with somebody who can take care of you,” I tell him.
He chuckles and steps inside, closing the door behind him. Appalled by his smug boldness, all I can do is watch as he walks in, drops into the chair on the other side of my desk, and sets his backpack down on the ground at his feet. My stomach feels rock hard, but I swallow the fear down, doing my best to sit up straight and look unaffected by his presence.
“What do you want, Ryder?”
He just keeps smiling at me. Without a word, he leans forward and unzips his bag. When he sits up again, I see a manila envelope in his hands. He looks at it for a moment then tosses it across the desk to me. The blood growing even colder in my veins, I stare at it like it's a snake that’s coiled and ready to strike.
“Open it,” Ryder says.
“No.”
“Oh, I think you should.”
“I think you should get out of my office.”
That grating chuckle drifts from his mouth again, and he shakes his head. “If I walk out of this office, my next stop will be to see your dad. And I really don’t think you want him to see what’s in that envelope, Cami. I think you should open it.”
His words raise goosebumps on my skin and make me even more hesitant to open the envelope and see what’s inside. I have no idea what it could be. Whatever it is, Ryder thinks it gives him some sort of leverage on me with my dad. That alone is enough to send my anxiety through the roof.
“Open it, Cami,” he repeats, his voice cold.
I pick up the envelope with my hands shaking so hard, I almost drop it. I manage to get it open and pull out a stack of pictures. When I see the subject of the photos, the thick, greasy taste of bile coats the back of my throat, and I want to throw up. I shuffle through the pictures and drop them on the desk in front of me.
“What is this, Ryder?”
"That, my dear, looks like you disobeying Daddy's orders," he says with a grin. "That looks like you're fucking Carter Cole."
The pictures are from the restaurant Carter and I went to last night. There are shots of us sitting at our table, holding hands, and looking into each other's eyes. Other shots of us standing at the valet stand and kissing. Other shots show us making out in his truck. And the last set of shots shows us going into Carter's place.