Unspoken Words (Unspoken #1) (7 page)

My body is now against Camryn’s back and my hands are on her waist moving her to the beat. Camryn hasn’t attempted to turn around, and I want to keep it that way. I don’t want her to know it’s me . . . not yet. Camryn continues to dance, her hips moving to the beat and her ass is grinding against my straining dick.
Heel, boy . . . Down.
I move back a little, trying to adjust myself, but it’s not working. Screw it, moving closer to Camryn I pull her ass into me and move my hips. I know she can feel how hard I am for her, but she doesn’t pull away, so I move my hands so they are around her waist and rub her stomach. I can feel her muscles tense up under my touch, but she is enjoying this as much as I am.

Morgan laughs while she dances. She moves away from Camryn to Karsen and Lindsey, leaving Camryn with me. I lean down and gently move Camryn’s hair away from her neck. The smell of her lavender vanilla body spray makes my mouth water.

Whispering, “Are you enjoying yourself?” I can feel her laugh as my hands glide across her stomach. She simply nods her head and continues to push against me. Camryn’s body relaxes, so my hands continue to roam up and down her lean body. She knew it was me the entire time. Camryn would have never allowed a stranger to dance with her the way I am. When Morgan gave her the okay, she knew it was me. Camryn knows my body, this isn’t the first time we’ve danced like this. Leaning into her ear again, I ask “Do you feel what you’re doing to me, Camryn?”

I know I am being bold. Putting myself out there, but I am tired of fighting my feelings for her.

She quickly spins around and throws her arms around my neck. Now we’re facing each other and she has a wicked smile on her face. That grin tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. She tippy toes so she’s next to my ear and says with a seductive voice, “Were you jealous that those boys were close to me? Did you think I didn’t know the minute you walked up behind me? I felt you, Jamie. I know when you’re near me, I can sense it deep inside my body.”

My words catch in my throat. This is not what I was expecting tonight when I came out. I know we flirt all the time, but I have never rubbed my hard-on up against Camryn’s back. She gives me an evil grin, telling me she knows exactly what she is doing to me. I don’t pull away, but continue to dance. I’m all in now. I’m crossing that line. There’s no going back for me. She’ll have to be the one to pull away.

The song ends and Camryn grabs my hand, leading us off of the dance floor toward the bathroom. “Wait here, I need to pee and wet my face.”

All I can do is laugh at her. I lean against the wall and wait for her to come out of the bathroom. I can’t believe she just pulled me off the dance floor. For a moment, I thought she was going to kiss me after she asked me if I was jealous.

Dancing with her was definitely a work out. Any little bit of buzz I may have had from the few shots I did is gone. The only buzz I have is the one that Camryn induced. When she walks out, she’s glowing, I put my arms around her tiny waist, pulling her close to me. With me being six-two, and Cami being the size of a ‘Polly Pocket’, even with her heels, she’s just shy of my chin.

My heart pounds against my chest. This isn’t just from dancing. When she is close, she makes my pulse race. I can still smell her scent on my clothes. Having her body pressed against me felt so natural.

Looking at me with her wide, hazel eyes, she asks, “Are you attracted to me, Jamie?” She looks away nervously before continuing. “I mean . . . not just that you think I’m pretty. Like . . . you want to kiss me . . . maybe you’d want to be with me?”

Her questions catch me off guard. I never expected her to be so straightforward. I figured I would be the one who would have to ask her those questions. When I don’t answer immediately, she pulls away from me, leaving me feeling empty, as she rushes past me to find our group.

I immediately reach for her, grabbing her arm. “Cami, stop,” I plead.

She pulls her arm free, then turns and walks away before I can even try to explain myself.

Screaming “FUCK!” in the hallway draws a few curious eyes.
What the hell did I just do?

I walk up to the bar and grab another beer then head back to the table, since the one Lincoln got me before I went to the dance floor is probably piss warm by now. When I grab a stool, Morgan glares at me from across the table. Camryn must have told her what just happened in the hallway by the bathroom. Not being able to keep eye contact with Morgan, I look at Lincoln and he has the same sour look on his face.
What the fuck
? Does everyone at the table know what just happened?

Taking a long swig of my beer, Parker nudges me. “Don’t sweat it, dude. Camryn told Morgan and Lincoln but no one else was paying attention. They were all wrapped up in their own conversation talking about heading to Redemption tomorrow night. There’s a band playing that Morgan said was pretty good.”

I stand from the table, walk over to stand behind Camryn and place my hands on her shoulders. Immediately, her body stiffens from my touch. Leaning down, I speak in her ear, so only she can hear me. “Can I talk to you? Away from all these prying eyes.”

She pushes my hands from her shoulders. When she turns to look at me, her eyes speak a thousand different emotions. Hurt, anger, rejection, embarrassment. I hate that I made her feel that way.

“No.” She sneers at me through gritted teeth. “There is nothing that needs to be said.”

I lean in closer, placing my finger under her chin, so she looks at me. Knowing that I have her full attention, I plead, “Don’t do this. Please. Hear me out.”

Her eyes are sad and it’s all because of me. I feel like shit that I put it there.

“There is nothing to explain. I got the message. Just . . . go away. Please . . .”

I turn away, knowing that my absolute shock and lack of response to Camryn is the cause of this. I thought I was finally crossing the line with her and now I feel like I’ve jumped backwards twenty feet. I’ve got to figure out how to fix this and fix it fast before some asshole has the chance to steal her away from me while she’s in New York.

After a few more beers I’m ready to head out. Christian said he and Camryn were heading to the diner down the street to get something to eat. Rather than sit through an awkward meal, I opt to catch my own cab home. I’ll text Camryn in the morning and tell her we need to talk. I can only pray that she will listen to me and not brush me off again. She can be a little stubborn—hell, a lot stubborn—when she wants to be.

CAMRYN

I WAKE UP
to the sunlight shining in through the blinds. You would think after living here for three years, my brother would have curtains up in his room rather than just blinds. My head is throbbing with pain. It feels like someone is beating drumsticks against my temples. I attempt to open my eyes, squinting to look at the clock. It only reads a little after nine and I let out a groan. The lack of sleep, the effects of the alcohol and the light are only making my headache worse.

Christian and I got back to his place sometime after three a.m. My brother, being the gentlemen that he is, told me to take his room, he would sleep on the couch. Even after me arguing that I’d take the couch, Christian wouldn’t allow it. When Jamie was single, I used to stay there sometimes. We even slept in the same bed, but nothing happened besides a little cuddling. We usually spend hours talking, catching up on things. Jamie makes me feel safe, and at home when I am with him. Especially when I am wrapped in his strong arms.

Something has changed between us over the last year. Our flirting has surely picked up a notch. The two of us are a little more open with touching each other. There are things that Jamie knows about me that my brother or even Morgan don’t know. I have always felt comfortable telling Jamie anything.

Jamie was dating a girl named Tabitha for the past year. She was a really nice girl, they met their senior year at NYU. We all hung out a few times when I was home, but Jamie never brought her with him when he came to visit me in California. They broke up sometime in the winter, and from what Jamie says, it was mutual. He really never went into details about the break-up, he just said things weren’t working out between the two of them. They wanted different things in life, and when the relationship ended, they remained friendly.

I liked Tabitha. I really did. She was funny, energetic, and easy going. She was perfect for Jamie, if only I didn’t have feelings for him. I’ve always wanted Jamie to be happy, but seeing them together made my heart ache. Being in their presence sometimes made me feel uncomfortable, especially when she showed him affection in front of me. My stomach would clench when I would see her kiss him and that’s when I realized I wanted
him
to be kissing
me
.

I keep replaying last night over and over, trying to see if I misread the signals that Jamie was giving me. After the way we were dancing and the way I felt with his body molded into mine, I don’t know how I could have misconstrued what was happening. In all the times we’ve danced together, I’ve never felt him aroused before. To know that I had that effect on him brings a smile to my lips. This is why I’m still shocked by his reaction when I asked if he was attracted to me.

I know he thinks I’m beautiful. He tells me all the time, but I wanted to know if he saw me differently. If he was attracted to me enough that he would want to pursue something more physical. If he was attracted to me where he may want to see if we could have a relationship together. When Jamie didn’t respond, my heart stopped beating right then. I felt as if he took a sledgehammer and shattered my heart into pieces. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t speak. I’m not sure if I was upset with him for not answering my questions or mad at myself for being foolish enough to think that he wanted me.

The previous evening, when I left Jamie standing there in the hallway, I made my way back to the table where everyone was sitting. Morgan and Lincoln seemingly picked up on the change in my demeanor. My body language must have clearly shown it. My gaze bounced around from place to place as I prayed that the tears would not come. I pulled deep breaths in to help calm myself down. I couldn’t even look at Morgan when I got back to the table.

I grabbed the shot glass in front of me and tossed it back. I wasn’t even sure whose it was, but it didn’t ease the pain that I felt. There was another shot in front of Lincoln, so I grabbed that one as well. That shot burned like hell as it went down my throat. I took a deep breath trying to ease the burn, but that only made it worse. Wincing from the shot, Morgan handed me her drink. I took a large mouthful of it before sliding it back to her.

Lincoln pulled me close to him by putting his arm around my shoulder, where he gently squeezed it. I ignored him. I tried to look anywhere but at him. I couldn’t look at him. I knew I was going to lose it if I did. He didn’t give up though. He pulled my stool closer and turned it so I faced him. I had no option but to look at him.

“What’s up, baby girl? Spill it.” Morgan got up from her stool and moved it next to mine, so we both faced Lincoln. After filling Morgan and Lincoln in, they both just shook their heads back and forth. I sat there and watched Lincoln’s jaw clench with his frustration. He just told me, “Don’t dwell on this, Cami, everything will work itself out. Trust me.”

Could I trust Lincoln? Would everything work itself out? Was coming home a mistake? When Shelby offered me the opportunity to head home for a few months, I jumped at the chance to be closer to my favorite people on the planet, now I was beginning to think I made a huge mistake.

When I walked down the hall last night and met Christian and Jamie in the kitchen before we left for Aces, there was something different in Jamie’s eyes when he looked at me. It was as if we had a conversation with our eyes as we stared at each other. So many unspoken words were being conveyed. I could have sworn that he wanted me the way I wanted him.
Rejection sucks.

Ugh, I am exhausted. It’s only nine o’clock, I should still be sleeping. My mind refused to shut off last night when I laid in bed. Now here I am, with only a few hours of sleep and a raging hangover.