The Story of Me (Carnage #2)(60)
“I’ve already admitted that I think I was in love with you.”
“Not good enough, Kitten. I want you to know for sure that you are in love with me. Then and only then will I consider getting more involved. I can’t allow it to be any other way.” He sits forward on the edge of the sofa but turns his head towards me. “Being here with you tonight and not touching you has nearly killed me. I’m aching for ya, Kitten. I wanna kiss ya, lick ya, taste and f*ck ya. I wanna bury myself inside ya, feel that tight little cunt of yours throb and pulse around my cock when you come. I want to hear those little noises you make when I flick my tongue over your clit, but I know, if I so much as kiss you, we won’t be making it out of this room for at least a week. And I know, that I will be wanting you by my side and in my bed every morning and every night till the day I die. Until you decide that’s what you want too, I’ve got to keep my hands off you.” My mouth is dry. I want to say so much. I want to promise him that I’m his; that I’ll be his forever; that I’ve done nothing but think about what I feel for him for years, especially in the last few weeks. But I don’t think he’s ready to believe me, and if it’s proof that he wants, if he wants me to show him what he means to him, then that’s what I’ll do. I’ll find a way to show him, I’ll find a way to make him understand, that’s the very least I owe him.
Chapter Thirteen
Kitten
Cam carries my bags down to the hotel lobby and waits with me for my car. There’s no sign of Jackson or Brooke ten minutes later when it pulls up, and I’m so tired; I just want to get in and get to the airport. As the driver puts my bags in the boot, Cam pulls me into him. He grabs my arse cheeks and grinds himself against me.
“I can do this now.” He bites along my jaw and I let out a little moan. “Now you’re leaving and I know we can’t take this further. I can do this.” He wraps his arm around my back and grabs at my hair with his hand, his lips move to mine, gently at first and then it just explodes, lips, tongues, teeth. I grab a handful of his hair and force his mouth down harder on mine. I hear a car pull up and we separate our mouths, standing with our foreheads pressed together. “Fuck, Kitten, you have the power to ruin me, never forget that.”
“You have got to be f*cking kidding me!” We both turn and look as Jodie, Brooke and Jackson pile out of a taxi. I’m a little confused at Jodie’s comment.
“You made it. I didn’t think you would…” I start to say.
“This is where you vanished to. You left the club last night with her?” What? I look from Jodie to Cam, totally confused.
“Have you no f*cking shame? It’s the one year anniversary of the death of your husband and child, and you choose to spend the night whoring around with another man.” I shake my head.
“No, no, I’ve known Cam for years. It wasn’t like that,” I try to plead my case. I look at Brooke and Jackson, who are trying to hold each other up, without much success.
“Poor Princess Georgia, whatever she wants, she just f*cking takes. I don’t believe this. You and him, I just don’t believe it.”
Realisation smacks me right between the eyes as I work out that Cam is the bloke that Jodie works with and has been on a few dates with. I look up at Cam as he starts to speak.
“Jodie, we went for dinner a couple of times. There was never anything between us and Georgia’s telling you the truth. We’ve been friends for years.” She puts her hands on her hips and looks between us.
“You know what, f*ck the pair of ya. You’re welcome to each other, but just so you know, she’s spent the last month f*cking my ex in Byron, so if it’s sloppy seconds you’re into, you’re welcome.” I feel Cam squeeze my shoulder but he doesn’t say anything. Jodie then gestures with her head towards Cam, but sneers as she says to me, “And he, sweet spoilt Georgia, is having something you never will, you spoilt little bitch. Cameron here is having a baby with his girlfriend back in England.” Everything sways and spins around me, then slows down, sound becomes distorted and I can’t decide if I’m too hot or freezing cold. Somehow, I manage to make my legs move and turn towards the car. Cam grabs my arm and pulls me back towards him.
“She’s not my girlfriend. It’s not like that, Kitten. Listen to me.” He holds my face in his big hands and makes me look at him. “She’s not my girlfriend. I’m not with her. It’s… you need to let me explain. We need to talk about this.” He looks past me to Jodie I assume. “You have no idea what you’ve done. You spiteful bitch, f*ck off out of here. You’re sacked. I don’t want you near my club again.” I break free from his hold as he talks. “Georgia, wait, I’ll come to the airport with you. Let me just explain.”
I shake my head and smack his hands off me. “Stay the f*ck away from me,” I scream at him. I need to get away. I need to get in the car and get away from both of them. He grabs me by the shoulders.
“Fucking listen to me,” he roars, but in a split second, he’s gone, yanked backward. I seize the opportunity and jump in the car as quickly as I can and tell the driver to get us to the airport. We drive away as I watch Cam and Jackson swinging punches at each other.
Chapter Fourteen