Carnage: Book #1 The Story Of Us (Volume 1)(82)

“Fuckin’ tell me.” he suddenly roars and I don’t know why, despite his size, his strength and his absolute maleness, I’m not in the least bit afraid of him, all I feel right now is anger, anger and sadness at the fact that the boy I love so much is still f*cking up my life so badly.

“Sean!” I scream back at him. “Sean,” I sob as I drop down to my knees. “It’s Sean, it’s all Sean.”

I sob harder, big heaving, out of control sobs; he’s on the floor with me and pulls me into his lap. “Thank f*ck.” he says into my hair, he kisses me, my head, my hair, my cheeks, my tears.

“Let it out Kitten, let it all out, it’s not good to keep it all in like that, believe me, I know, just let it out.” And I do, I thought I had cried all the tears I had in me at my Mum’s all week, but apparently not, this is different, I cried alone at my Mum’s, here, I was crying with someone and admitting to that someone, who my tears were for, I was facing up to my demons and not just brushing them aside.

“I love him Cam, I love him so much, and it hurts so bad, I just don’t know if I can live the rest of my life like this.”

He kisses my hair some more. “I know, I know but we’ll make it better, I promise, we’ll make it better.”

He stands without putting me down and carries me to his bed. He lays me down and starts to unbutton my jeans. “Cam,” I say on a whimper. “I’m a mess, I don’t want sex.”

“Shush, shush baby, I’m not gonna touch ya, I promise, I just want ya to be more comfortable… okay?” I nod, too exhausted now to speak; he pulls my jeans off, then takes off his own clothes and slides in beside me in just his boxers. He pulls me tight into his chest and we spoon, my brain doesn’t get the chance to even form any more thoughts before I am drifting off to sleep.




CHAPTER 14

Exactly like I did with Marley the night before, I slept soundly in Cam’s arms. I woke on Friday morning to the smell of coffee and opened my eyes to the delicious sight of Cam walking through the bedroom door wearing nothing but a pair of light blue boxers, he looked at me warily and I felt guilty and ashamed of my latest meltdown in front of him last night. He put the coffees down on the bedside table without saying a word, I sat myself up, taking in the sight of his bare arms, chest, abs, legs, every naked bit of him and I’ve got to say, there wasn’t a single bit of him that I didn’t like, he was just an absolute, perfect specimen of maleness.

He lent forward and tucked my hair behind my ear. “Good morning Kitten, please don’t lick your lips like that, otherwise I swear to God I will not be responsible for my actions.”

I blushed and smiled at him, I was actually amazed he was being so polite and hadn’t kicked me out on my arse considering my performance the night before. “Thank you for my coffee.”

He shrugged. “You’re welcome; I didn’t know how you took it.” He smirked at the double entendre then carried on. “So I made it the same way as mine, strong, dash of milk, a little sugar.”

“Perfect,” I replied.

“Gee thanks, you’re not so bad yourself Kitten.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me and I couldn’t help but laugh and wonder what it was exactly that my family thought was so scary about this man.

“So, I best make the walk of shame and get home.”

He threw his head back and I knew then I was going to be treated to his big booming laugh and he didn’t disappoint, when his eyes met mine he said, “Fuck Kitten, if we had been doing anything shameful here, you wouldn’t be capable of walking anywhere, I’d make sure of that.”