Goosebumps appeared along my arms as an electric current zapped throughout my body. I haven’t seen nor heard from this man in well over a year and he made me feel like a schoolgirl who saw her crush first thing in the morning. “What we’re doing here,” I admitted.
“Well, let’s talk about it.” His voice was soft, yet full of intent. “What’s on your mind, angel?”
Oh shit…I let out a breath. Cameron was laying it on thick, but he didn’t suffocate me. He knew exactly how much pressure to put on and when to back off. It was why I could never read him. Just when I thought I knew him, Cameron flipped the switch and introduced a new side.
“I’m wondering why this phone call so late?” I wondered aloud. “The reasoning behind it.”
“I miss you.” Poignant. He never beat around the bush and always gave it to me straight, no chaser. “And I’m tired of these games. I don’t need to do any of that. I want to see where this goes.”
“I can’t afford to see where this goes,” I countered, “not with what you do.”
There was a low groan followed by a pause. “I promised I would protect you at all costs and I started doing just that.” He answered.
“What if the cost is something you can’t afford?” I countered. “Then what?”
“You have round-the-clock security. Your place is being watched at all times. It’s tougher than Fort Knox.” There was a ubiquitous pause. “If you feel too uncomfortable, I want you to come to stay with me.”
Of course, Cameron wanted me to come live with him. I don’t know why I’m surprised by his admission. “Oh, you’re smoking your own supply.” I rolled my eyes. “No.”
“No strings attached. You can leave whenever you want.” He was met with silence by me. “There won’t be any more distractions.” More silence. “We can go on a date alone, somewhere safe. Everyone’s wearing a mask nowadays so I doubt anyone would recognize us.” More silence. “I want you here so we can give this a shot.”
I knew the silence was killing him, but what was there for me to say? Was this the final conversation, after all?
“I need more than promises, Page.” I finally replied. “Give me a reason to go.”
“I just gave you like five.” He replied with a chuckle. “What else do you need, angel?”
I groaned underneath my breath. There he went again with calling meangelagain. He had many nicknames for me. He called mebaby girlas if it was on my birth certificate.Honeywas a favorite when he was a little drunk and in a jovial mood.
Angel, however, made me want to crave his dick in my throat. “I don’t know. Some reassurance? Something that’ll make me stay.” I couldn’t believe what I was saying. Stay? I was contemplating packing up and moving away without thinking twice about it? The hell was I on?
“Like what?” He finally replied. “What else do you need from me?”
“You’re the one that called me at midnight, Page.” I replied. “You’re promising me a free trip to Chaste Land.”
“Oh.” He growled again and I swore my thighs naturally opened. “You want that? My tongue licking your pussy until you come all over my mouth?”
I’d never heard him talk dirty. Talk shit, yes. Talk dirty, though, took his hotness to a whole new level. His Southern accent came through and the baritone just made my heart race. “I want to pull on your hair as I ride your face.”
“You want to ride my face, angel?” He whispered. “I want you to ride my dick and come all over it.”
I gasped. My panties had soft thumping within them and I crossed my legs to stop it. “Are you promising me a good time or are you just talking shit?”
“You have to come here and see.” He promised me. “And I want to keep you coming.” He paused briefly. “Is your pussy wet for me?”
“Um…” I talked so much shit and now I’m caught. “…I don’t think it is.”
“I need to fix that.” He paused briefly. “I just sent you something to change your mind.”
“You sent me something?” I saw the text message come through. I opened the photo and my eyes widened. I was impressed. I was also wracked with giggles. “Did you really just send me a dick pic?”
“Why not?” His raspy baritone caressed my ears. “You were talking about Chaste Land and I politely told you it doesn’t have to be that way.”
Memories flooded my brain on how thick and juicy his cock was. How he taught me how to suck his dick. How he guided me as I rode him. How he turned me into a dick-hungry fiend. “I hope you’re not expecting a pussy pic in exchange.”
“No. I wouldn’t disrespect you like that.” My heart warmed upon hearing his confession. It was an obvious conflict of interest on Cameron’s part – he was a ruthless drug lord to everyone else but with me, he was the most respectful man ever.
“Good to know.” I glanced over at my Alexa just to see the clock glaring back at me. “It’s late, Page. I need to go to sleep.”
