“I’m not in pain,” he says and then chuckles grimly. His sage eyes are barely open. I can’t focus on the way they soften when he looks at me or I’ll lose my mind.
“You’re fucking delusional, Cameron. Just because you’re not in pain doesn’t mean you’re invincible.” I bite back the words I really want to say.Youarehurting. You just won’t acknowledge it.
The blood won’t stop running from his nose and the corners of his lips. It makes my heart ache to see him this way. To see another human being who cares so little about himself. I don’t know how to stop the bleeding when it’s coming from inside.
I push my fear of him to the side and reach up with my sleeve to pinch his nose. We need to get a clot forming, that’s all I can think to do. Astonishment flashes across his eyes at the gesture. With my hand still on his nose, I reach up and turn off the shower.
The cold water stops, and it’s as if a hush falls over us. I listen for any footsteps that would indicate that someone is awake.
“Don’t worry, no one’s coming,” Cameron mumbles, sounding a little nasally because I’m pinching his nose. His brows knit together and he looks away from me. His wet hair is pressed to his forehead. He’s completely soaked. With water dotting his lashes, his eyes flick up to gaze into my soul. “How long are you going to do this?”
I didn’t realize how ragged my breaths were until now, and my heart is still racing from the adrenaline. “Until you…stop bleeding.” I take a deep breath and force my legs to relax against the cold floor on either side of his hips.
We sit like this for a few minutes before I release his nose to see if it worked. Only a few trickles leak out. I wipe them away with my drenched sleeve and let out a breath of relief when no more blood comes out.
Cameron has both his palms against the ground, and the veins in his hands are bulging. He’s avoiding eye contact with me as much as I am with him.
“There, I think that should do it.” I offer him a weak smile, pressing my cold fingers against his cheek and hoping he won’t have another episode of whatever the fuck that was. My guess would be that the black blood is another side effect of the death pills. How long does he have left until it kills him?
Don’t go there.
He finally drags his eyes to mine. Something different flickers there I haven’t seen before. A wanton lull to his expression. That’s when I see the flush in his cheeks.
I become hyperaware of my body. And his naked body. And the fact that I’m sitting in his lap in nothing but soaked underwear and a hoodie.
9
CAMERON
It takeseverything in my willpower to keep my hands where they are, firmly planted on the ground and not buried in her hips where I want them and finishing what she started.
The way she was pleasuring herself with her head thrown back like that was more than I could take. I wanted to fist my hand around her hair and pull her head back so she could scream into my mouth. Devour her and give her what she was desperately trying to do herself. I wanted to be eight inches deep inside of her and making her weep with my name on her tongue.
It’s a shame she didn’t finish.
God, this isn’t a good situation.
I could snap. I can feel it ebbing in the back of my head. I grind my jaw. It doesn’t help when the realization finally lights up her eyes, and she no doubt feels my hard dick against her soaked panties.
Her face pales and she looks down between us at my naked body. At least she can’t see my cock with her hoodie pooling over our privates, but I know she feels it tucked perfectly beneath her hot pussy.
I internally groan when her cheeks flush red and she tries standing too fast. She’s been squatting on my hips for at leastfive minutes, so I’m not surprised that her legs give out and she falls back into my lap, wrenching a groan from my chest.
My cock springs up with the motion, going straight up the front of her panties and curving along her stomach beneath her hoodie. Our eyes lock as a small gasp escapes her lips.
Fuck it.
I raise a brow and let my hands land on her hips. “You didn’t finish earlier, did you, love?” I whisper, keeping my eyes on those luscious lips of hers. I want to kiss her, and that’s not a good thing. Kissing is too intimate. Too caring…and that’s just not me.
So instead, I rock her forward, sending her hands flying to my shoulders. She holds on for dear life.
“Cameron!” she gasps, but her hips continue to softly sway on my cock shamelessly.
I grin and sink my fingers further into her ass. “Go ahead, you’ve got me all worked up.” I dip my head down and stroke her neck with my tongue. She inhales sharply and continues to dry hump the shit out of my cock.
Her cute whimpers build my orgasm more than her fingernails digging into my shoulders do. I can’t tell if she’s trying to hurt me or not with them. I half wish I could feel the pain of it. There’s no doubt in my mind that we’re both leaving this shower with bruises.
My dick throbs as I get closer to coming. “Fuck, Emery,” I groan as I bite down on her shoulder, holding her down so there’s more friction between us.
