His voice is deep and raspy as he speaks. “I might not be your boyfriend.” He pulls my face closer to his. “That still doesn’t mean I like seeing not one, but two people looking like they want to devour you right in front of me.” He crumples up the napkin, tosses it to the ground, and steps on it.
My eyes widen. “You were watching the entire time?”
He lets out a low, humorless laugh that makes my blood boil.
“You are unbelievable. The fact that you think you’re entitled to claim me as yours?—”
“You might not be able to admit it to yourself right now, but from the first moment I made you come around my cock, you’ve been mine. Mine to touch. Mine to fuck. Mine to please.”
I’m stunned, yet his words make me wet and weak at the knees. I muster all my strength to speak because I am still fucking pissed.
“I am not someone or something to be claimed.”
The dead look in his eyes fades for a moment as if he just realized what he’s said to me. When I go to open my mouth, he shuts me up by crashing our lips together, letting out a tortured groan. I try to find the strength to fight back but fail. His tongue licks my lips, a request and demand. I open myself fully to him, giving into the pleasure. Our tongues lash angrily, and his handspull in my ass to rub myself against his growing erection. He bites my bottom lip, making me moan. A group of people whistle behind us, and we break our kiss.
His brown eyes meet mine, and all I see is lust and frustration.
“Let’s go.” He moves to the driver’s seat like a man on a mission, leaving me confused, horny, and with another pair of soaked panties.
Chapter Twenty-Six
CAMERON
The car ride has been silent since we left the Old Brick Pub. I don’t know if it’s because my words might’ve been too much for her or if it’s because of the anger radiating off her mixed with our mutual horniness.
There was no hiding how turned on she was when I slammed her against my car, but then again, that seems to be our dynamic.
Fight equals sex. Jealousy equals sex. Frustration equals sex.
We were finally on somewhat stable ground today, and I let whatever feelings I had get in the way. It’s so damn frustrating. One second, I can’t stand her, the next, I want to be inside of her, and after that, I feel this weird extreme jealousy when I see another man or woman lust after her. I can’t bring myself to say those thoughts aloud. I already partially admitted to them at the pub, and it clearly freaked her out.
What if I scare her off? What if she ends what we’ve built, even if it is just sex? Who am I kidding? This shit is way too fucking complicated to bejustsex.
I tighten my hands around the steering wheel until my knuckles are white. A sign comes into view that points towards a hiking trail to our right. Driscoll is still twenty minutes away. That little devil that has been quiet lately makes an appearanceand any rational thoughts I had left disappear. I take a sharp right turn and hear Kamila gasp.
“What the hell are you doing?” She latches onto the handle at the top of the passenger seat.
“Parking.” I drive up the trail a bit, put the car in park, and turn the key. The sun has almost completely set and there’s no one around here at night. We’ll have plenty of privacy.
“What are we doing here, Cameron?” Kamila asks, clearly growing impatient. “You couldn’t wait twenty more minutes till we got to campus to fight or whatever it is that you want to do?”
My jaw clenches. “The last thing I want to do right now is talk.”
Her face changes to one that I’ve gotten very familiar with. Her breathing quickens, and I can tell she needs this just as badly as I do.
Okay, so I didn’t royally fuck up.
“Get in the back.”
She scrambles to the backseat, and I let out a grin at her eagerness.
Once Kamila is settled in the back, I jump out of the car and walk around it, too tall to wiggle in like she did.
I open the door and she rolls her eyes. “I could’ve done that.”
My eyes sweep up her body. “Are you not coming in?” she asks impatiently.
“Not just yet.” I wiggle my finger. “Come closer.” She inches forward and stops when she’s face to face with my crotch, still sitting in the backseat. I lower myself and give her a slow, closed mouth kiss. Her red lipstick is still in perfect condition. We’ll see if I can finally ruin it tonight.
