Gone for You (Sixth Street Band #1) (16 page)

The flush that crept into her cheeks rivaled the color of Lily’s burgundy dress. I didn’t bother waiting around to see if she burst into flames because of it.

Turning on my heel, I jogged for the door, scanning the area in front of the building when I stepped outside. Lily was seated on a stone bench under a tree, her gaze firmly planted on the ground. Her head snapped up when she heard my footsteps approaching.

“C-Cameron.” Jumping up, she flung herself into my arms. “W-what happened? Please tell me you didn’t hit him.”

I cringed. Hitting Craig was exactly what I had intended to do. From Lily’s reaction, she wasn’t down with the plan.

“Lily—”

“We’ve got to get out of here.” Pulling away, she grabbed my hand, dragging me toward the area where the limos where parked. “He’s going to call the police. He’s a fucking coward. You could go to jail.”

She turned to me when I stopped, her eyes wide with panic.

“C-Cameron, please, we have to go.” Tugging my arm again, her brow knit in consternation when I wouldn’t budge.

“I didn’t hit him, baby.” Seeing the relief that swept over her, I wrapped her in my arms. “I just talked to him. We came to an understanding. He keeps your name out of his mouth, and he gets to keep his teeth.”

It was a dick move. Marcus was the real hero, but I was taking the credit. I’d have to tell her what happened. Eventually. Right now, I needed all the help I could get.

“Thank God.” Sliding her hands underneath my jacket, she fisted my shirt, holding me tight. “I couldn’t handle it if you went to jail. B-because of me.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time.”

That had sounded better in my head. Lily was not the kind of girl to be impressed with my brawling skills.

“Well,” she said, lifting her face to me and pressing a kiss to my neck, “I’m glad I was the girl that got the benefit of your gallant behavior tonight.”

Girl?
I barked out a laugh. “Darlin’, I’ve never gotten in a fight over a girl.” Cupping her neck, I ran my thumb over her jaw. “I’ve only put the hurt on someone when they were fucking with someone I cared about. Logan and the guys, my brother…” I kissed her nose. “But never a chick. Although, I don’t think I’d be able to control myself if someone ever tried to hurt you. Luckily, I make enough money to hire a really good attorney.”

She melted in my arms, holding me so tight I could feel the rise and fall of her chest with every breath she took.

“Come on, baby.” Turning us toward the parking lot, I pulled her to my side. “I’m tired. And I’m dying to find out what you got hiding under that dress.”

Chapter 20

L
ily was sprawled on her stomach, the sheets tangled around her as she slept. Her burgundy dress was crumpled next to the bed. The little firecracker actually took me to the Dallas Ballet wearing nothing but that dress and a pair of heels. She was perfect for me in every way. So perfect, the thought of leaving after the show tomorrow tore a hole in my gut.

Stirring when I ran my hand over her ass, she turned over, her eyes fluttering open for a second before they drifted shut.

My fingers danced over her stomach, coming to rest on her breast. Her nipple pebbled under my touch, and her legs fell open. Yeah, she was perfect.

Snuggling next to her, I continued to explore her body. Soft hips. Delicate wrists. Taut stomach.

“What are you doing?” she said with a yawn.

“Looking at you.”

“Like what you see?”

“I love what I see.”

My breath hitched, and my heart skipped a beat. Labels. Commitments. Complications. I had gotten past the complications. And even the commitment. Lily was mine. Whatever that meant. But I’d never been in love. I wasn’t about to ruin this by slapping a useless label on it. Even though I wanted her—needed her—as much as my next breath.

“Come to Austin with me.” I didn’t look up, continuing to trace my finger across her stomach.

I L-O-V-E Y-O-U. Testing it out, I drew the letters on her stomach. My head snapped up when she giggled.

“That tickles.”

I ran my palm over her smooth skin, like I was erasing a chalkboard.

“What do you say, baby. Come to Austin with me?”

Rolling on my back, I grabbed her hand and stared at the predawn light that peaked through the curtains.

“I can’t.” She sighed. “I have to finish school. I’m done in May.”

“What happens then?”

“I don’t know,” she said softly.

“What do you mean, darlin’?”

Silence. Deafening silence.

“Come here.” I tugged her hand. “Talk to me.”

More silence. Lily hadn’t opened up to me about losing her job at The Mansion. Not yet. Mild discomfort crept into my chest as something tightened around my neck. The lump that formed in my throat was enough to choke me. She finally turned, draping herself across my chest.

“My mother is on the board of the Fine Arts League. They run the fundraisers for all the museums. Coordinate all the events.” A tear splashed on my chest. “I haven’t had any response to any of the letters I sent. Even from the small galleries. I finally sent some resumes out to other cities.”

“Do you think your mother would do that?” I stroked her hair, knowing the answer. I saw the look on the woman’s face last night. The contempt. “Why, Lily?”

“To prove a point, I guess. I didn’t follow the plan.” She sighed deeply, nuzzling her face into my neck. “It was all set. They wanted me to marry Craig, even though I didn’t love him. Even though he was cheating on me with Amber. I guess they thought, with my speech problem, I was lucky that he paid me any attention at all.”

Her speech was not a problem. Not to me. It was a part of her, like her expressive brow and the sky blue depths of her eyes. It was beautiful.

Lifting her chin, I bent to kiss her lips.

“Maybe the words don’t come because they don’t want to leave these beautiful lips any more than I do.” Pulling her forward, I bent to kiss her throat. “If I could live here—
right here
—I would.”

She looked down at me. Like she didn’t believe me. Like she couldn’t.

“My parents don’t see it that way. They kicked me out, and my dad hired Craig.” She sniffed, her chin quivering with defiance. “They took my car and left me without a penny. I rode the bus until I saved enough money waitressing to buy a car. I slept on Tessa’s couch until I could afford to pitch in for rent, and we got a two bedroom. Now I’m graduating, and Tessa wants to move in with her boyfriend. I talked to the manager at the bar. I can pick up enough shifts to swing a one bedroom until someone hires me at a gallery.”

Lily was strong. As strong as anyone I’d ever met. She’d done what few people could. She’d had it all, and she walked away. Rather than sell her soul.

“Come to Austin.” Running my hands to her hips, I folded her in my arms. Protecting her. I would always protect her. “After you graduate. Lily, I want to be with you.”

“I can’t let you support me.” She dropped her forehead to my chest. “We barely know each other. I want to be with you…please believe me.”

“I do.” Resting my chin on the top of her head, I tightened my grip. “But I wouldn’t be supporting you, baby. Just taking care of things until you find something in Austin. I want us to be together; I don’t care what it takes.”

Sliding under my arm, she scooted to the side of the bed and felt around on the floor. She crawling back to me and hiked her leg over mine, straddling me. She bent down and kissed my stomach, working her way up to my chest, my neck, and finally my mouth. Fumbling around for my hand, she pressed the foil packet in my palm.

She pressed her forehead to mine, her sweet honey taste lingering on my lips. Blue eyes, clouded with sorrow, looked deep into mine. Pressing a kiss to my bottom lip, her eyes drifted shut.

“Love me, Cameron.”

Turning her over, I ripped open the packet and rolled the condom on, settling on top of her. I slid inside and surrendered. She asked me to love her. And I did.

“Wake up.”

Lily pressed a kiss to my brow and placed a cup of coffee on the nightstand. Reaching inside the pocket of the oversized robe that The Mansion provided, she handed me my phone.

“This thing has been vibrating nonstop. They’re going to send a search party if you don’t answer your calls.”

Throwing it on the bed, I reached inside the robe, warming my hands on her silky skin.

“What time is it?”

“Nine thirty.” She sat on the edge of the bed. “Do you have rehearsal today?”

Groaning, I threw an arm over my forehead.

“This afternoon.” I peeked at her. “Go with me?”

She chuckled. “Talk to Logan first. See what’s going on. I’m not going to be the Yoko Ono to your John Lennon.”

“Hm. Beatles references. You’re getting the hang of this quick. You’ll make a perfect rock star girlfriend. All you need is a few miniskirts and some knee-high boots.” Sitting up, I grabbed the coffee. “I’m buying.”

“I have enough people trying to buy me, Cameron,” she said quietly. “I don’t need anything from you.”

Standing, she reached for her tote bag and headed for the bathroom. “I’m grabbing a shower.”

I threw my legs over the side of the bed. She glanced at me over her shoulder.

“Alone,” she said.

Dropping the robe, she shook her ass, scampering into the bathroom when I jumped off the bed and gave chase. The lock clicked into place before I could reach her.

“Not fair.” I slapped the door. “Tease!”

Smiling, I sauntered over to the nightstand and snagged the coffee. I felt around until I found my phone and walked into the living room. Lily had ordered breakfast. Piling a plate with fruit and a couple of pastries, I walked over to the desk and sank into the chair, flipping through the long list of texts. I tapped out a message to Logan, assuring him I would be at rehearsal. Deleting all of Lindsey’s texts, I took a bite of the pastry and wiped my hands.

Bringing up the email program on my computer, I typed a long message to Chase. I chewed my lip, trying to find the right words. I started and stopped, rewriting it several times. After reading it over, I shrugged and hit the send button.

The email program disappeared, leaving only a web page open. An email from Lily’s mother, time stamped this morning at 6:42 a.m. Lily must have used my computer to check her account when she woke up.

Don’t look.

My cursor hovered above the small “X” in the corner. After peeking at the bathroom door, I opened the email. Scanning the first paragraph, my chest constricted and my fists clenched with rage.

Lillian,

After the spectacle you made of yourself at the ballet, it has become apparent that your father and I have made some grave mistakes. Your dalliance with that musician is nothing more than a cry for help. Help that we are prepared to offer.

I would be remiss if I did not point out that I feel you have chosen a career path that is an utter waste of time and completely without merit. As you know, I am a supporter of the arts. After all, it was I who sought out the art-centered therapy to help you with your handicap when you were just a child. I couldn’t help but notice during our brief interaction that your speech impediment is more pronounced than ever. Are you taking steps to rectify the situation, Lillian, or have you chosen to embrace your disability and give up?

As I understand it, there is $24,800 that is due and payable before you will be eligible to graduate. It is unfortunate that your indiscretion with your musician friend cost you your job at The Mansion. Their $10,000 employee contribution would have gone a long way toward reducing your debt at the university. I dare say that your job as a barmaid will not go far in helping you meet your goal.

Your father and I have generously agreed to wipe this debt from your record. In addition, we will purchase a car for your graduation as a gesture of good will. As the recently appointed chair of the Fine Arts League, I will use all my resources to persuade the museum or gallery of your choice to hire you. From what I understand, you have been unsuccessful at securing a job in your field, such as it is.