Love Tap(51)

I turn away from them, the mirror throwing my reflection back at me. My hair is in a messy bun. I have no makeup on and I’m covered in sweat. I hate that I don’t feel comfortable in dresses, that I can’t wear makeup and feel flawless.

I never feel insecure, but I do now. Closing my eyes, I look away from the mirror and back at the horror show happening before me.

The woman’s eyes furrow with an unreadable look and she walks away, her arm outstretched like she just can’t let him go. I want to strike her in the face bad. Most importantly, I want to break Camden’s jaw for toying with my heart.

“Who was that?” I can’t help the anger dripping from the question.

“Nobody,” Camden replies turning toward me. “It’s about time to go, you want to hit the showers?”

“No, I don’t,” I quip, my eyebrows rising.

“Okay… let’s practice a few moves I taught you,” he suggests, getting in form.

I can’t believe this; he’s just going to act like his girlfriend didn’t just walk in here.

This is where slutty kitty and I differ. I won’t be a Camden Steel play toy. No matter how much I want to be with him again.

He gets into stance and I take a jab at him, my fist making a whoosh sound from the amount of anger behind it. The power in my strike doesn’t go unnoticed as his eyes flash with a look of concern.

“Easy,” he warns. I scoff.

I jab, this time hitting him in the gut. He lowers his fists, ready to scold me and I do a basic leg take down throwing him to the ground with a thud.

“What the hell Tate?” He glares at me pissed. He takes control, slipping from my hold and maneuvering on top of me with ease. His body straddling mine.

“Sorry, if you wanted it easy you should have asked your girlfriend to get in the ring with you!” My head rises off the floor, getting right in his face.

“That is what this is about?” He looks amused, and it makes me angry. Using my hips I buck them, trying to throw him off.

Sweat trickles down my back from the amount of rage pouring through me.

“Fuck you!” I spit with frustration.

He sits up, resting his hands on his knees. He opens his mouth to speak, and I grab his arm by the wrist, locking my left leg around his left shoulder, and squeezing his shoulder with my right leg.

“Damn it, Tate, don’t do it.” He knows I’m about to do an arm bar. He doesn’t try to stop me though, he’s testing me. Seeing if I’ll obey. I’ve never fully done one before, so hopefully I don’t screw this up.

I don’t listen, I flip my right leg next to my left, his arm positioned between the two, and lift my hips. The movement straining his arm to the point it feels like it will pull from its socket.

He groans and taps my thigh. He tapped out.

Being one to follow code, I release him. Reluctantly.

Quickly he recovers, climbing on top of me.

He slams his hands down next to my head, his nostrils flaring.

“Goddamnit!” His face inches from mine as he glares at me with frustration. He fists me by the hair, bringing my face inches from his.

“You want to be a f*cking brat?”

“Screw you! You’re such an *!” I struggle in his hold. His wild eyes stare daggers into mine, his grip tightening on my hair.

I can’t believe he thinks I would be okay with this. The suggestive comments, the flirting, I’m not a toy! My lips curl, nostrils flaring, I slap him in the face and his head whips to the side. Slowly he brings his eyes to mine, and his hand in my hair tightens into a whole other level. I wince and my body comes alive. His chest rises as his eyes flash with desire.

You want to know why I didn’t f*ck some surfer on a surfboard back in LA? Camden and I speak a language in the bedroom that nobody else would understand. I like it rough, and Camden takes as well as he delivers.

Nobody could replace what we have. I would have been torturing myself trying to find a second best.

Without a second thought he slams his mouth against mine hard. The impact bruising my lips. Finally the buildup and tension breaks from the skin contact, and I moan into his lips.

His tongue flicks my top lip, wanting me to open up and I part my mouth. His tongue eagerly sweeps in, tasting me. The fruity taste of red Gatorade fills my mouth, and I kiss him harder.

My lungs burn with the need to breathe, but I don’t pull back. I’ve waited so long for this, a kiss I never thought would happen again. His teeth suddenly clamp down on my bottom lip, and I whimper.

Opening my eyes I find Camden staring back at me with primal desires.

“I won’t be the girl you cheat with, or the girl on the side,” I whisper. My heart aches to say it, and my head screams at me to shut up and look the other way.

His tongue sweeps his bottom lip as he looks at at me deeply.

“Those f*ck buddies on my phone, and that girl that just walked in here… they’re Band-Aids. When I couldn’t get you out of my mind with whiskey and Coke, I went to women. Hoping having someone to lay next to would help forget you.”

He thumbs my bottom lip, the heat from his hand traveling through my body from the contact. Hearing he had it just as rough as I did when everything fell at our feet makes me want to weep. I lay in bed for days hoping to fall asleep before I fell apart.

“None of it worked though, because they’re not you,” he whispers.