Pure Will (12 page)

My phone rang again and he picked it up…laughing. I giggled and didn’t stop him from answering my phone. But when he looked at the screen his jaw tightened and a low growl reverberated through him. He flashed the screen at me. Max…

He handed me the phone. I wasn’t sure what he wanted. The phone stopped ringing.

“Did you want me to answer?”

“What did you want to do?”

I shrugged. “My guess is he knows about the storm and is just checking on me. But I don’t want to talk to him.”

He kissed my forehead and got off the bed.

Will carried my bags and helped Kate too as we loaded up in his truck. For tonight, Kate and I were staying with Will.  When we left the area, the police took our names and numbers so that we were accounted for.  So far, most everyone had been.

The first thing I saw when I walked into Will’s was Kate’s shirt in the kitchen. He spotted it too and handed it to Kate.

“OK girls,” he said. “I only have two bedrooms because the other two have been turned into a training room. So…Cam and I will stay in one and Kate, you can have the other,” he chuckled.

Kate laughed…a wicked laugh, which made me laugh too.

Will spun around and lifted me. “So, you think that I’m kidding?”

I pecked his nose and Kate moaned out loud. “Shoot me now! You two lovebirds are going to make me go crazy! Point me to my room in this luxurious place. What the hell do you do Will? Maybe I should have kept you after all!”

Unaware that my brow lowered and I frowned, with two fingers, Will pushed up the sides of my mouth and then my brows. He shook his head from side to side.

“Don’t go there in that little mind of yours. It isn’t Kate that I want nor is it Kate that I want to watch use that little toy of yours,” he whispered.

“Holy bat shit, this place is awesome. Look at these pictures of you, Will.”

Will gritted his teeth and made a funny face.  “First thing tomorrow, I’m putting that girl up in a hotel.” He winked and threw me over his shoulder when the back door that we had just come through flew open.

“Will!” A woman’s shrill scream came from the doorway and his mother’s wide eyes held a fear I’d never known until she saw us…him and then the tears came. The fire in his father’s eyes scared me. Will set me down and took his mother gently into his arms.

“You didn’t answer your phone. We came by and you weren’t here. You didn’t answer. I didn’t know Will!  I didn’t know!” she wept.

“Don’t you ever do that to your mother again! Do you understand me, Son?”

Even his father’s eyes glistened with tears.

Will held her against him. “I’m sorry Mom. I was looking for Camden. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

She shook her head and smiled at me. “Cam. We are so happy you are okay too. Forgive us for barging in,” she said, her voice still shaky.  She looked up at Will and he wiped her face with his palms. “Does she know about Matty?”

A grimace flashed across Will’s face. “A little.”

“Where’s your phone?” His father was clearly still angry.

Will patted his pockets and looked at me.

“Maybe in the truck,” he said.

“Find it and you answer your mother’s calls, got it?”

Will nodded and hugged her again.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I am.  I wasn’t thinking about that for once. I’m sorry.”

“William. Look at me. You should be moving on. You have a life to live and he would want that. Don’t get lost in the past. I’m glad you were thinking about Cam.” She smiled at me then opened her arms to me.

Kate’s mom is the only mother I’d hugged in a long time. Without hesitation, my arms slid perfectly beneath hers.

It was obvious; she was a mother foremost before anything. She’d lost her son, Matty, somehow and the thought of losing Will crushed her. It would destroy her. I made a mental note to make sure he checked in with her so that she didn’t worry. I envied that she worried about him.

I opened my eyes as she released me and Will’s father had that shit-eating grin again. Will took my hand.

“You all want to stay for dinner?” Will asked.

His mother shook her head. “No, we are going by Dwayne and Carol’s house to check on them.  They are fine but they had some damage.”

“OK. Tell them hi.”

“We will.  Love you sweetheart.”

“Love you too Mom.”

Will was serious about wanting me to stay in his room.  He offered to sleep in the recliner near the bed and even on the floor next to my side of the bed. I had told him he was being silly that we could sleep on the same bed. This decision seemed to thrill him, and he promised he would be good, but there was a huge piece of me that hoped he wasn’t. Since Max, I’d never wanted a guy to even touch me. I held some secret obligation to him in my head but Will had changed that for me. His kiss…his lips…his tongue…even his breath, were like…perfect.

When I had been with Max, I was young. Five years had passed and to think of all that time I had gone without touch…without feeling…without a guy. Suddenly, I wanted it all. I wanted all of Will. When I was with Kobe in the library, it was Kobe that sheltered me and all I could do is think about Will.  I wanted him by my side.  He was the first person I thought of when the sirens sounded and the first person I wanted to know was OK.

The thing is…I still felt like a sexual cripple. Frozen in time by a man I allowed to hold me hostage.  Now that I had experienced the gentleness of Will’s touch, his kiss, his kindness, his patience…I hated Max for the things he’d done. It wasn’t fair to compare Will to Max, but already Will had him beat without a doubt.  I wanted to know if he was that gentle with everything…I’d never had gentle.

Will walked out of his bathroom brushing his teeth. I sat on one side of the bed.

“You OK?” he asked.

I nodded. “I have a goofy question.”

“OK,” he said with toothpaste foam gathering around his mouth.

“Don’t laugh.”

He pulled the toothbrush from his mouth and his face turned to stone with such a serious look.

I giggled and he started to brush again.

“I’ve never worn a guys shirt to sleep in. I know that sounds dumb. But I was thinking maybe I could wear one of yours.”

He held up his index finger and darted back into the bathroom. After about thirty seconds, he returned.

“You can wear ten of my shirts.” He winked. “And Cam, no girl has ever worn my shirt either so we are both virgins to shirt wearing.”

That wasn’t true. As far as I knew, Kate was sleeping in his shirt right now as well.

“Look at me,” he said lifting my chin. “Kate is your friend. I only did what I did because she is YOUR friend. I will go rip that shirt off her right now, if that’s what you want.”

THAT was most certainly NOT what I wanted. I shook my head. “If shirts are getting ripped, it’ll be mine or yours,” I threatened.

His eyes darkened and a slow lopsided grin crossed his face. “I tell you what Slick…if you can rip my shirt off…you get to call the shots tonight?” he said as he swaggered toward me.

I bit down on my lower lip and squirmed at the thought of what I would request.  My head spun between the idea of him going down on me, to me going down on him, to at least three positions I wanted to try. His thumb freeing my lip from the grip of my teeth brought me out of my multi-fantasy stupor.

“Where’d you go?” he asked with a hint of concern coloring his features.

In about the same time that thought flitted over my brain, I lunged for him gripping wads of his T-shirt in each hand and pulling in opposite directions.  No sound of ripping cotton. Will chuckled. I adjusted my hands and thought of the possibility of what tonight could hold. With every ounce of whatever I had, I yanked on the cotton. NOTHING!

Will laughed out loud and pressed his lips to mine twice.

“You are so cute,” he said softly.

“Cute?” I asked. “Kittens are cute.” I grabbed the neck of his shirt and tried there but the thickness of the cotton burned my hands when I pulled and exasperation settled over me. “Don’t you want me?” I asked and regretted the words coming out of my mouth. Pathetic.

He lifted my hands and pried open my fingers then kissed my palms where the reddened skin burned.

“What would make you think I don’t want you?” he whispered. “Because my shirt didn’t rip at your failed attempt with your tiny little hands?”

I smiled but it was hard given that my body had already begun to react at the thoughts in my head from earlier.  Did he think that I couldn’t beat him at his game?

“My hands might be tiny but they pack a big punch,” I said standing on the bed grazing over the crotch of his jeans. He was as excited as I was.

His mouth parted and his eyelids became heavy. Cam 1 Will 0.

Then he scared me when he grabbed his shirt by the neck where I had just failed at ripping it, and he tore it straight down the center exposing his beautiful chest and freakishly awesome abs. Damn. Will 1 Cam 1.

“Camden...” he said in a rough whisper and I didn’t answer, I just stared at him waiting for more words. “Remember that first night when we kissed and you wanted more and I said no, we needed to take it slow?”

I nodded feeling heat build in the pit of my abdomen.

“I promise you that tonight you will want more again. At some point, you will beg me for more,” he teased.

“That confident are you, Slick?” I cocked one eyebrow up.

“You bet your sweet ass I am.”

I took two steps away from him, still standing on the bed.

“Well, Mr. Confident, you care to make a wager on that?”

He knelt on the bed and made his way toward me on his knees as I back-stepped.

“Abso-fuckin-lutely…” he said grabbing me since my next step would have been falling off the bed. His hands gripped my thighs from behind, lifting me into the air then gently crashing to the bed on my back. “Name the bet,” he said.

“If I win tonight, you give me what I want tomorrow.”

He closed one eye. “What is it you want?”

“Stop! It makes me sound like a desperate little skank.”

“Baby…you can be my skank any day.” He grinned.

“What’s your bet?”

“That’s easy. You have to use your toy in front of me.”

Shit! Not what I was expecting.  Did I feel confident enough to make that bet? I could hold out. Hell, I’d held out for five years now. What was one more night? I could do this.

“Deal,” I whispered.

Within a short second, he flew off the bed and ducked into his closet returning with a T-shirt.

“Put this on,” he ordered holding out a grey shirt to me that read Johnny’s on the front.

“Turn around.”

“No,” he said. “I saw your bra the night we played strip poker. Now…take your shirt off.”

There was something about his sexy little smile that made every part of me melt. Having him tell me what to do was similar to Max, but when Will said it, he made me feel like a woman. The only woman on earth.

I did what he said, took my shirt off and put his on.

“Do you sleep in your bra?” he asked with a twinkle in his radiant blue eyes.

I shook my head.

“Well,” he said. “We are going to bed so I don’t think you will be needing it.”

I rotated around and lifted the back of his shirt that I wore silently requesting his assistance. His fingers grazed over my skin and he easily unfastened the clasp of my bra as goose bumps spread over my skin.  In that moment, I knew I was toast. I knew that tomorrow I would possibly be getting off with my toy in front of him.  What had I done?

Chapter—Will

The moment goose bumps popped up across her back, I knew that I was going to win this little bet.  Watching her get off was going to be way easier though than giving her what she wanted. God did I want to be with her. Fully and completely.  There was nothing I wanted more than to fuck Max out of her head.  And believe me, I’d nailed plenty of girls, but I never wanted any of them to stay. That is what scared me most. I was freaking crazy about Camden. Having her with me, by my side, was all I wanted. I wasn’t ready for that to go away.  I didn’t want to lose what we had.

Sex was sex to me. The fear of me not being what she wanted and what he had been was a predominant thought in giving her what she wanted, but worse yet—was the thought of me being done when…well…we were done.  That scared the shit out of me.  I didn’t want to be done with Cam. If we did the deed then that had always been the next step.   

Cam was still facing away from me as she slid the straps of her bra down her arms then tossed it onto the floor. With my hands flush to her skin, I moved them around her waist and along her smooth skin until they met by her belly button. She gasped.

“I’m feeling more confident by the second,” I whispered into her hair and she shivered.

“Ball’s in my court,” she said with a conviction of her own.

So…what did I do? I upped the ante. My hands skidded up the softest skin I’d ever felt and stopped shy of her breasts. Then with my thumbs, I outlined beneath the swells. I expected the slight puff of air or soft whimper that made me even harder, but what I didn’t expect was her body to go slack at my touch. Was limp good? Not to a guy!

“Baby…let’s volley,” I chuckled. One arm held her around the waist now to keep her upright, and I leaned her back against my body as my thumb continued to trace beneath her breast. Her head rested on my shoulder, which was perfect because it gave me access to her neck. She moved her hair for me. She wanted me to kiss her neck. So I started with a small nibble on her ear lobe, then lightly left a trail of kisses down her neck till I reached her shoulder. When I felt her hands touch my thighs, my eyes opened shocked.  I wasn’t prepared for her touch to make my head spin.

Tennis was never really my sport, but I’d watched enough to know that they volleyed the ball back and forth over the net and right now, Cam was winning.  My control issues had really only been my problem so far, but she was about to become a victim and I loved the thought of her being under my control.  I raised the stakes and grazed over her breast. Her head fell forward. Laughing would be totally inappropriate, but a chuckle rumbled through my chest at how easy this was going to be.