Kam
LANEY IS THEone person who can make me forget.
She’s the one person who can make me feel normal.
She’s the one person I never want to let go of again.
The last three days have been surreal. Not that the situation is ideal, but being isolated with her has made me realize just how important she is to me. Just how important it is to have her in my life. Sex whenever—and however—I want it doesn’t suck either.
She’s always been bold, but she has most definitely come into her own. Lucky me.
It’s early Monday morning, and the house smells like pancakes. I had offered to cook, but Laney insisted. So, at the moment, I’m leaning against the doorframe watching her stir batter with her dark hair in a messy bun, wearing only my practice jersey and a pair of knee socks. A man could get used to this.
If I’m being honest, he already is.
With no restraint, I walk up behind her as she sets the bowl down on the counter. It doesn’t matter that we made love all night and once this morning. My appetite seems insatiable when it comes to Laney. I press her back to my front and tilt her face up so I can deliver a kiss so hot it could fry bacon.
She moans into my mouth and softens against me. When we separate, I keep my hand on her throat and stare down into her twinkling blue eyes. “What’s my name?” I ask her.
“Kam,” she replies with an impish smirk.
“What’s my full name?” I press.
“Kamdyn,” she says, the insinuation in her tone is unmistakable. She belongs to me.
“That’s right, baby.” I toy with her. “Kamdyn. Fucking. Ellis.” I steal another kiss, running my hand down the center of her torso. This shirt isn’t going to be covering her body much longer. I wonder how she’ll feel about cooking naked?
Just as my wild thoughts tear free, we hear a car door slam outside.
Laney’s eyes widen as I release her and look out the window.
“What the . . . ?” I hurry outside to greet Sam, who is decked out to the nines in an expensive suit, dark sunglasses, and large, gold, pinky rings.
“What the hell are you doing here?” The surprise is evident in my voice. He’s supposed to be in LA.
“I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for the past twenty-four hours,” his deep, baritone voice rumbles.
“Oh, I shut my phone off,” I explain. “Trying to steer clear of all the craziness.”
Sam slides his glasses down his nose and gazes at the house. “Mmm-hmm. Is that what you call it?”
I turn to see Laney leaning against the doorframe watching us. She doesn’t look happy.
“Yes, that is what I call it.” I address Sam sternly. Laney and Sam have never been fond of each other, and I want to avoid making either of them uncomfortable. “What are you doing here, anyway?” I cut to the chase.
“Well, since you fell off the face of the freaking Earth, I had to come retrieve you in person and deliver the news.” He pushes his glasses back up his nose, concealing his black eyes.
“What news?”
“The charges have been dropped.”
“WHAT!”I nearly jump out of my skin. “How? Why?”
“When the police investigated your accuser, they found a shrine to you in her dorm room. Seems she was your number-one stalker.”
“You’re joking?” I almost feel sick.
“Afraid not. Welcome to stardom, kid. Additionally, when they examined her, there was no evidence of rape. From what I have gathered, the girl was mentally unstable and not taking her medication.”
