Tainted Desire (Desire Series, #1) (19 page)

     He chuckles a little and then pouts. “You’re going to make me sleep alone tonight. No modeling the sexy stuff I bought”

     “Not tonight Cameron but soon. Very soon!” I smile at him.

     We go back to his place and change into our swimwear. The beach is packed with locals and tourists. Thankfully, we have the advantage of our own private section with lounge chairs. We pick two chairs that are together, drop our towels, and head for the water. We swim for about an hour and by the time we get back to our chairs; we are exhausted from fighting the waves. We lay in the sun drying ourselves, relishing the warmth, and watching the other beachgoers. After an hour or so, I feel as if my skin is frying. “I think maybe we should go in before I end up being a lobster and miserable.” 

     “Yeah, it wouldn’t be good if I can’t touch you.”

     We get back to Cameron’s and shower, surprisingly keeping our hands to ourselves. What’s up with that? Did I wear him out last night and this morning? We decide to order pizza in and watch a movie on pay-per-view. This time we pick a more action packed movie to keep us interested. He lets his hands wander under my
shirt; he’s casually rubbing the skin on my belly but doesn’t go higher or lower. After the movie is over, I get up and clean up the pizza leftovers stowing them in the fridge and throwing out our fine china, paper plates. I start for the door and he grabs my arm.

     “Not so fast, if I can’t have you in my bed tonight, I at least need to get my fill of you
.” He crushes me to him, lifting my chin in his huge hand, and kissing me as if he is never going to see me again. After we pull apart, I can only say, “Wow.”

     “You sure you have to go? Since I’m going with you tomorrow it would make more sense if you just stayed the night,” he pleads.

     “I will never get any sleep if I stay here. I really think I should go to Courtney’s tonight.” 

     “Alright, but for the record I don’t like being away from you. You sure?” He tries with those dark eyes to persuade me once again.

     “I’m sure; I will see you at nine tomorrow morning,” turning to leave before those eyes can work their magic.

    I enter Courtney’s condo and all appears to be quiet, I’m not sure if they are even here. I walk down the hall and Courtney’s bedroom door is closed but that doesn’t mean anything because she always closes it. I go to my bathroom and wash my face, use the toilet, and change into a long t-shirt, my favorite sleepwear. Just as I’m about to pull back the
covers, I hear a loud moan. Oh lord, here we go again, Looks like I won’t get any sleep tonight.

     I toss and turn for a half
an hour, trying to drown out the sounds of Courtney and Blake’s lovemaking, wondering if Cameron and I are that loud. I put the pillow over my head, if I hear one more, “OH BLAKE,” I’m going to go nuts. Jesus, now she’s screaming “MAKE ME COME.” I hear a distinct ding of my phone signaling a text message.

     
Are you asleep? I miss you. The bed is so lonely without your body next to mine.

Love You, Cameron.

Aww, he’s the sweetest man on the planet. I text him back,

    
Nope, wide-awake! Courtney and Blake are having a sex marathon and all I hear is your sister yelling his name and asking him to make her come.

Love you too.

     I think he’s done because he doesn’t text me back for a few minutes. Then I hear my phone again
.

    
Opening my door, you have two minutes to run across the hall and into my quiet bed. I will behave myself. I promise.

     I leap out of my bed, slamming my door closed behind me, and am out of the condo sprinting across the foyer in just my t-shirt and panties, while Cameron stands in his doorway laughing. I leap up, wrap my hands around his neck, my legs around his waist, and say, “Take me to your bed.” He takes a second to close and lock his door before carrying me to his bed and gently laying me down. 

     “I said you could sleep here and I will behave but rules are rules; please take off that t-shirt and those panties.” He demands seriously.

     “If I do, are you going to behave?
” I ask, while pulling my t-shirt over my head.

     With sad eyes he asks, “To the best of my abilities, I can still fondle a
little, right?” 

     “Umm, I suppose a little can’t hurt.” I motion him to his side of the bed.

     After listening to Courtney and Blake go at it, I have to admit I could use a little something to get me off and get me tired. He’s lying behind me and I can feel his erection pressing into my ass while he caresses my breast and nibbles on my neck. I feel my juices flowing and need him inside me. I reach behind me and stroke him a few times then lift my leg and insert his tip into my wet throbbing pussy. He pushes himself deep inside and I grind my ass against him wanting it all. With a hand on my hip, he slowly pulls back out until the tip is just inside me then pushes in slow again. He keeps up this slow pace until I beg to be fucked.

     Keeping himself inside me
, he rolls on top of me then leans back on his knees forcing me to raise my ass in the air doggy style. He fucks me hard, slamming into me so deep, hitting that perfect spot that I say his name repeatedly, begging him to make me come just as Courtney did with Blake. He hardens and pushes into me as deep as he can go while reaching down and rubbing my clit. I fall apart, scream, and collapse on the bed.

     “If that was behaving, I would love to see what you are like when you are bad.” I mumble before drifting off to sleep.

     We wake up the next morning and I’m running around like a mad woman rushing Cameron through a shower and urging him to hurry, so we can get out the door and to the airport. I didn’t realize how excited I was to see my parents until we got to the airport and we’re sitting there waiting for the plane to come in. I sit for a while then get up and pace, constantly checking the arrival board to see if they have landed.

     “Kylie, sit down. It isn’t even time for their flight to land yet, you have about twenty minutes,” he insists.

     I sit down and try to watch the local news, but it is too depressing, nothing except murder, rape, and robbery. I get up and go to a kiosk selling coffee and sweet rolls; I buy one for each of us. I get back to Cameron and hand him his coffee and sweet roll, we eat and drink our coffee in silence. By the time we are finished eating, I get up again and check the board. Cameron shakes his head and just laughs at me. The arrival board says their flight has landed and is at the gate. Now I just have to wait for them to get off the plane. 

     I see my mom first and rush to her; she drops her carry-on bag and wraps her arms around me. I inhale the sweet scent of her hair missing her so much. When we finally part, I see my dad standing there and he opens his arms. When I step into his arms, feel the strength of his hug, and smell his Old Spice cologne, I start to cry. I miss home and my parents.

     “Hey, Baby girl, what’s wrong?” He asks, wiping my tears as if I was a little girl.

     “I just missed you both so much.” I turn and see Cameron standing off to the side. I motion for him to come over. “Mom and Dad, do you remember Cameron?” 

     Mom steps towards him and gives him a great big hug. “My goodness, you turned out to be one good looking man. I always knew you were going to be though, you were the cutest kid in the neighborhood,” Mom teases him.

     Cameron is fully blushing beet red. “It’s great to see you again Mrs. Jenkins. Do you still make those fabulous chocolate chip cookies? I think you should teach Kylie how to make those.” He jokes, while I swat his arm.

     Cameron and my dad shake hands, “It’s good to see you again, son. I hope you are taking good care of my baby girl.”

     “I’m certainly trying to, sir.” Cameron says politely.

     We go to the luggage claim area and wait for their luggage. It only takes a few minutes; their luggage is one of the first bags to come through. I sit in the back of the car with my mom so we can talk, while I let my dad take the front seat so he can have more legroom. Mom leans into me, “Good Lord, Cameron turned out to be good looking.” Mom acknowledges again, checking him out in the rearview mirror.

     “Yeah, I think so too. Not only is he gorgeous, but he’s absolutely the sweetest and
kindest man I have ever known, except daddy of course.”

     “Sounds like our little girl has fallen in love with the right guy this time. I never cared for
Dylan; he seemed too rough around the edges. Now I know my feelings were valid,” she harshly states.

     Cameron interrupts our conversation to invite my mom and dad to his parents’ house for a cook out tonight. They are thrilled at the idea of seeing his parents once again. They asked to be dropped off at the hotel so they can
be settled in and take a nap for a couple hours. Mom said they had to be up at four o’clock in the morning in order to get to the airport on time. Cameron pulls into the semi-circle drive of the Hilton Hotel and my mom whistles as she gets out. “This is going to be a nice vacation. This is where you will be working?” 

     I answer proudly, “Yep, I start the day after you two leave.” 

     “We will be back about four-thirty to pick you up if that is okay with you.  It’s about a fifteen-minute ride to my parents’ house, but they won’t care if we’re a little early,” Cameron explains.

     We go back to Cameron’s place and I help him do a little light cleaning. We dust, vacuum, do the dishes, and strip the bed to wash the linens. I have to admit, I feel right at home when I’m with him doing household chores, maybe we would be compatible living together, and he’s definitely neater than his sister is. We have a little time before picking up my parents, so I suggest we stop at Publix to pick up dessert for after dinner. I saw this amazing chocolate cake there the other day and I’m hoping to get one.

     “Why don’t you just pull up to the entrance and I will hop out and go get the cake. The bakery is right in front, it should only take me a couple minutes.” 

     “Okay with me! I hate grocery stores with all those old farts in my way walking around at a snail’s pace.”

     “Yeah well someday you will be one of those old farts, so careful what you say.” I smack him in the arm as I get out of the car.

     The grocery store is quite busy, I forgot today was Saturday. I make my way to the bakery and do a little happy dance as I see the cake I was hoping for in the case. The girl behind the counter boxes it up and gives me a cake cutter. I hit the express lane and I’m out of the store in less than five minutes. Cameron pulls back up to the entrance to pick me up. His eyes about pop out of his head when he sees the cake I have. 

     “Geez, you like chocolate a bit?” He jokes.

     “Yep, and I sure hope everybody else does too. It would be a shame to have to eat all this cake myself,” I say smiling.

     “I’ll help you work it off.” He smiles and squeezes my knee.

     I lean over to plant a kiss on his cheek, “Umm, I bet.” 

     As we pull into the turnaround in front of the hotel, I see my mom come out with a bounce in her step. She looks very pleased with my hotel choice. She opens the back door and jumps
in, while I get out of the passenger side and slide in back with my mom. Dad takes over the passenger seat from me. I lean over, give mom a big hug, and ask how she likes the hotel.

    
“Oh my God Kylie, this hotel is just fabulous. I even booked a massage for myself tomorrow morning. Then after my massage, your dad and I are going to go down on the beach for a swim. Maybe at some point during the day, you and Cameron could join us. Later that night, we are going to go to Bubba Gump’s for dinner. The following day we are going to go to Disney World. We’re not sure what we are going to do on Tuesday. I would like to get some shopping in at some point too.” Mom rambles on as fast as she can get the words out of her mouth.

     “That’s a terrific plan, but on your last night
, I would love to take you two out to eat. Therefore, you will have to let me know what kind of food you want to eat. Anything except Chinese, Mr. Fussy up there doesn’t eat Chinese food,” I explain, smiling to Cameron in the rear view mirror.

     He’s having a conversation with my dad and not paying attention to our conversation, “What did you say about me?” He asks.

    “Nothing, don’t worry about it, just women talk back here.” I assure him.

     “Yeah, that’s what I am worried about.” He states, causing him and my dad to laugh.

     We start to slow down and I realize we are in a very upscale neighborhood; the houses in this area are huge. I don’t know why I never bothered to drive in this direction; it’s still on the same road in which we live, just farther south. Cameron slows down and puts on his blinker to turn into a driveway of a house I would consider a mansion. 

     “Holy shit Cameron, is this where you grew up? This house is massive,” I exclaim, completely impressed.

     “Actually my mom and dad moved us here a few years after we came down. The first house they bought through a real estate company by looking at pictures online. When we actually got down here the house wasn’t what was depicted in the online photos. My dad began searching for a new house and found this one as a foreclosure; he didn’t want to pass it up at the listed price. He loved the fact that it was right on the water.”