Lord Have Mercy (The Southern Gentleman #2)(38)

She flushed red and covered her eyes with her hands.

When I went up on my elbows, loosening my weight on her, I fell right into her trap.

When I became worried that I’d hurt her feelings, she used my feelings against me and twisted, once again tearing herself out of my arms.

This time she actually made it off the bed before I caught her again.

However, fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, shame on you.

Because she wouldn’t be getting away a third time. Why? Because this time I lifted her up by her ass and slammed her back into the wall. Moments later I used the strength in one arm to hold her up while the other I used to guide my cock back to her entrance.

This time when I slid inside, it was like coming home.

She was hot, silky, and all fucking mine.

“Shit,” she breathed. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to fight you when this feels so freakin’ right.”

I agreed.

But my brain was focused on not coming, so I didn’t reply.

Instead I used the hand that was free to rub circles around her distended clit.

Her pussy responded almost at once, and soon she was writhing against me, looking for something only I could give her.

“More,” she breathed.

I pulled out of her and slammed back inside, over and over again, hoping that she was as close to coming as I was.

Luckily, she was closer.

With less than four thrusts she was coming apart in my arms, and I was following in her wake.

Only after my orgasm and hers had finished did I look back up into her eyes. “You drive me insane.”

She snickered. “Right back at you, Flintstone.”

I stepped back until the backs of my legs met the bed only to fall backward a lot harder than I’d intended. My cock dislodged and we both laughed.

Eventually, both of us lay replete on the bed, trying to catch our breath.

“Now, how about those pancakes?” she asked.

I snorted. “I’ll get on them once I can feel my feet again.”

***

It was only much later, as Camryn was practically scraping her plate clean of syrup with the last pancake, that I remembered that I was supposed to check the anonymous forum for the school.

“Hey, do you have a laptop I can use?” I asked.

Camryn stood up and froze at Dooley who was lying at her back, then took a deep breath and stepped over his prone body.

When she came back moments later with her laptop in hand, she took the step back over my dog a lot faster than she had the previous time.

“You’re getting better,” I told her, happy to see the change in her.

Camryn sighed. “I didn’t have a reason to get better before.”

I floundered on whether or not to say what I had on the tip of my tongue but decided that I didn’t really want that secret between us.

“When you told me about your attack, I looked into the incident,” I said softly.

She held out the computer to me and smiled. “I had a feeling that you would. What did you find?”

“Nothing.” I paused. “Other than what you’d already told me. Unless you count the K-9 officer in charge getting fired, and about half of the team that entered your house.”

Camryn winced. “It was bad. My parents went freakin’ nuts. The dog caused a lot of damage, luckily in spots that were easily concealed with plastic surgery. Lucky for me the department felt so bad about what happened that they paid a shit ton of money for me to have the surgery done. I had scars everywhere.” She paused. “The officer came to apologize to me in the hospital.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I forgave him. I also fought hard to ensure that the K-9 wasn’t put down. He got to stay with the officer after he was let go from the department.”

That was actually something that I would expect from the woman standing in front of me, now brushing her foot over Dooley’s chest.

I placed the computer down in front of me and opened it, grinning when I saw the picture of the two of us, me helping her stretch, as her background.

“I’m going to have to frame this picture,” I said.

“Yeah,” Camryn looked up. “I was already considering that.”

Chuckling, I went to the internet browser and fired it up, frowning when I saw Nivea’s name instantly pop up when Facebook opened up.

“Uhhh,” I hesitated as my eyes read the words almost reflexively. “What the fuck is this?”

Camryn frowned and walked around the table, her eyes rolling as she saw what I was looking at.

“Don’t y’all just look cute,” Camryn read Nivea’s comment aloud. “And who posted that picture?”

“My sister, I assume,” I admitted. “It’s the gym’s page. I wasn’t aware that she got one of us.”

“It’s cute as can be,” Camryn snickered. “You look like you’re instructing me on how to do a workout instead of feeling up my ass.”

“She tagged you,” she murmured. “You have Facebook?”

I shrugged. “I have Facebook…kind of. I don’t ever get on it. But you needed a Facebook to start up the business page, so I had to suck it up and get one. I haven’t been on it in weeks.”

She pulled her phone out and started typing away. While she did that, I pulled up the anonymous tips, relieved to see that there was a tip from just this morning, about an hour before.