The Story of Me (Carnage #2)(109)
“Fuck, that feels good, but you’re too far away. I need to feel your tits against me. Sit up.” I pull myself up into a sitting position and wrap my arms and legs around him just as his phone rings. “Shit,” he mumbles as he reaches for it beside me on the bench top. “King,” he says into the phone, sounding all authoritative and alpha. My muscles clench and he turns his narrowed eyed glare on me. I really don’t mean to do it again, but it happens. His mouth drops open slightly and his eyelids flutter. I can’t help but give a slight moan at the fact that he’s talking on the phone, totally hard, turned on and inside me. I wonder for a moment if that’s wrong.
“That’s fantastic.” He keeps his eyes on me as he continues, “We’ll call into the office tomorrow and deal with the formalities.” He reaches out and drags his pointy finger between the middle of my boobs, down my belly and dips it into my belly button. It’s a ticklish spot of mine and I giggle. His dick twitches inside me and an “oh, f*ck,” just slips from my mouth.
A smile plays at the corner of his lips just for an instant and then he’s all business again. “We’re not entirely sure yet. We’ll talk about it tonight and discuss with you tomorrow.” He leans in and bites on my shoulder. It’s not quite painful, but it sends a shudder through me regardless. He licks and kisses where he just bit, and I swear to God, if he doesn’t get off that phone and f*ck me soon, I will scream blue murder.
“Thanks, I will. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
He ends the call and without saying a word, kisses me fiercely. His hands pull at my hair, his teeth bite my lips and my tongue. He breaks away, puts his hands under my bum cheeks and lifts me, walking us both over to the rug. He pulls out as he lays me down and then slides back in, melding his body to mine. He hasn’t said a word, but his eyes seem to be trying to convey something.
“I love you,” he says very quietly and kisses me gently before I can reply. He crushes me to him and holds me tight. “Fuck, I love you, Kitten.” He keeps holding me tight, he doesn’t move, doesn’t let me go; he just holds me. “We’re doing this. Me and you, we’re finally getting our story. It’s finally our time.” I push him away slightly so I can see his face.
“What are you talking about? Who was on the phone?”
He gives his head a little shake as he looks at me. “We just bought ourselves a house, Kitten, me and you, mine and yours.”
“Oh, my God, seriously, they accepted our offer?”
He nods. “Yeah, eventually.”
I frown as I ask, “What do you mean ‘eventually’? We only put in an offer at lunchtime.”
He looks to the side of me, avoiding my gaze. “Yeah, they came back with a ‘no’ while you were tasting wine so I made a few calls, put out some feelers.” He winks at me.
“What did you do?” He rolls his eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, Cameron King. What did you do?” I push him further away so I can get a good look at his face. He looks as guilty as my brothers when I used to walk into their bedrooms and find them with a wank mag.
“It wasn’t… I didn’t.”
“Cam?”
“I got your dad and Bailey to find out who owned the place.” He looks at me, then looks at whatever it is he’s suddenly found so interesting on the rug beside my head. “Turns out we know him.” His eyes meet mine again. “He owes us a few favours from way back and it turns out, a lot of money to a few people we know.”
“So what does that mean?” I’m covered in goose bumps now and it’s got nothing to do with the fact Cam’s inside me and I’m desperate for an orgasm.
“It means your dad and Bailey convinced him they could take care of his debts and he could let us have the house at the price we offered.”
“We offered the asking price. Why would he suddenly want more?” His eyes move to what I can only imagine to be a miniature stripper with her legs wide open or a game of football between ants going on beside my head; sex and football are generally the only two things that ever capture Cam’s attention like this. Unless, of course he’s just trying to avoid my gaze.
“Well, no, we didn’t, exactly.” His eyes are back on mine. “When you used the toilet at the house, I told Vera to offer two hundred and fifty grand less than the asking price. I thought it would be worth a try.” Well, this is news to me and I’m not sure how I feel about it. This is our house, our home, a joint venture and already he’s making decisions without me.
“You never told me that.”
“No, I know I didn’t. I thought it would be worth a try, and if it saved us some money then I could surprise you with the news later. If they said yes… accepted the offer…” he trails off. He knows full well I’m not buying into his bullshit.
Cam is like Dad. He wheels and deals at any opportunity. I’ve seen my dad in action first hand and I’ve heard Cam on the phone all week. It’s in their nature. It’s just the way they do business and I really don’t have a problem with that. I did it myself when I was hands on at Posh Frocks and I’ve used what I learnt from Dad when I’ve been trying to get individuals and businesses to donate to my charity work. What I don’t like, though, is the fact he went behind my back.