The slickness between my thighs can’t be ignored. It’s been at least four months since I’ve been fucked, and I don’t want to be stuck with the image of Cameron sweating and breathing heavily all day.
My fingers slide down my stomach, and I press my shoulder blades against the cold wall, letting a hiss out as I roll the pad of my finger over my clit.Don’t picture him doing this to you. Don’t picture Cameron with his fingers inside you,I berate myself, but it does nothing. I very much imagine him with his tattooed fingers knuckle-deep inside my pussy.
A hushed moan slips from my lips as I finger-fuck myself, picturing him flicking my clit with his tongue and rubbing my inner walls until I’m so close to coming that I?—
Someone coughs.
Fuck.
I snap off the wall and swiftly finish rinsing off, desperate to get to the bench where I left my clothes. My entire body freezes at the sight of Cameron leaning against the sink beside my things, arms crossed and his expression cold. It’s too dark to see the color of his cheeks and whether or not he saw what I was doing, but I’m not going to pretend like he didn’t. I’m notthatdelusional.
My cheeks burn. I can’t even think of words to say because I’m so utterly mortified at my predicament.
Erik’s words roll through my mind.He’s most unstable during and after exertion.
My legs shift back on their own as Cameron pushes off the sink and walks steadily toward me. I’m completely vulnerable,naked, and nervous. Please,please, don’t let me be murdered in the showers right after masturbating.
Cameron’s eyes don’t leave mine, which almost feels worse than if he’d actually just look my body over like every other guy. I’m almost certain he’s not himself at the moment. The muscles in his jaw are feathered, the veins prominent in his neck.
He stops an arm’s length away and leans down until his nose is an inch from mine.
“Why did you sneak out of bed and spy on me?” His voice is gravelly, but it’s his half-lidded, intimidating eyes that make my stomach flip. My thighs are still dripping from the unspent orgasm I’d built up.
I swallow the knot in my throat. “I wanted to know what you did this early… I’m sorry.” I barely get the words out. My shoulders tremble with a mix of fear and excitement.
He studies me before lifting his hand, the same one I saw obliterate the ballistic dummies not ten minutes ago, and draws his index finger down my cheek. My arms stiffen at my sides as I prepare for him to keep his promise and end my life.
His eyes flash down to my quivering lip before meeting my frightened gaze again. He takes a deep breath and then lets out a chilling laugh.
“I didn’t think you’d be able to do it. I’msofucking patient, but you did it.”
I tremble and stutter, “D-did what?”
“You made me angry, love,” he says with the darkest eyes I’ve ever known. His voice is sinister and coils around me. I can’t help that my thighs cling together and rub to stave off the hot slickness that’s leaking out. Do I like fear play? I don’t know. But this feels like the answer is yes.
Cameron doesn’t miss the motion of my needy legs. His eyes dart down and he takes me in before they widen, and his jaw sets like he wants to tear me to pieces.
“Get the fuck out,” he finally says before straightening and forcing his body past me toward a showerhead.
My body feels frozen to the spot, but I force myself to walk to the sink and gather my clothes. The shower turns on behind me, and I hear him toss his clothes to the middle of the floor. I pull my hoodie on and slip into my underwear.
I need to get the fuck out of here while I still?—
A loud thud reverberates through the room. I whirl, eyes wide and heart hammering, fully expecting Cameron to attack me. But when I don’t see his tall stature, I look down and find him collapsed on the ground in the stream of water.
It’s dim in here, but his blood is apparent against the white tiles. There’s so much of it that I forget myself, and him, and who we are, where we are.
He’s hurt.
I quickly close the distance between us and kneel beside him. His arm is braced against the ground as he struggles to pick himself back up.
“Cameron!” I try to keep my voice down, but it comes out louder than a whisper. The last thing we need is for someone to wake up and take advantage of us while our guard is down. My clothes are instantly soaked from the running water.
“I’m fine.” He coughs and more blood sputters out of his mouth. There’s so much of it. Panic starts to set into my bones. “I don’t feel any of it,” he mutters, teeth gritting together as he tries to continue glaring at me.
“You’renotfine.” I wrap an arm around his torso and carefully flip him so he’s not facing the tile anymore. The cold water from the shower still pelts down on us, but wearing a soaked hoodie is the last of my concerns right now.
I slowly guide him until his spine is pressed against the wall for stability. He rests his head back and coughs again.
