Not So Broken (West Coast College Book 3)

Chapter 35

‼️this chapter contains an extremely small amount of sexual content. readers discretion is advised‼️

Ava

"Who the fuck is calling you at this ungodly hour?" Cameron groans, his voice raspy with sleep as he buries his head deeper into my neck.

I smile, running my fingers through his hair until his soft snores fill the room again. I glance at the digital clock on his nightstand and see it's quarter to eight. Neither of us train till noon today.

My period started only a couple days ago but if you were to ask Cameron about it, he would make it seem like I'm dying.

After I bled through his sheets and had a tiny meltdown over it, he's been doing everything he can to make sure I'm comfortable and relaxed when he's around.

He's made me dinner the last few nights along with massaging my back and using his big hands as a heating pads but after he forced the confession out of me that I never get cramps and the pain is all in my back, he went out and bought a small heated back massager that I use all the time.

My phone rings again and I cringe when Cameron groans again.

He's an extremely light sleeper and guilt eats at me every time he wakes since he's probably exhausted.

"Sorry. It's probably just Connor." But since he's laying completely on top of me, I can't exactly reach over and turn the damn thing off.

"What the fuck does that asshole want?" He's definitely awake now, his hand tightening on my waist like he thinks my brother will magically appear and swoop me away.

"He's been calling non stop since the book store but I thought I muted him. He's also sent me all these apology texts, wondering if we can meet up sometime during July when he's back in Vancouver." I say, playing with the hair on his neck.

"I hate your brother so fucking much." He sighs, his lips caressing my cheek. I hum. "I wish I could have met Atlas."

I smile sadly. "Yeah. Me too. You would have loved him."

"Noah met him a couple times at training camps, you know that? I asked Noah about him and he said that Atlas was exactly like you," His fingers tickle my stomach, "Extremely nice and welcomed everybody in. Cared about others even though they were all trying to beat him."

Tears spring to my eyes and I swallow. "That sounds exactly like him."

Cameron continues to stroke my stomach absently, kissing my collarbone as he starts to inch lower. I arch against him and his hand holds my hip down and he continues to peck at my skin.

"I don't like you very much right now," I whine, gasping when his hot mouth sucks at my nipple through my thin camisole. My hand snakes around his head, pushing his face down more.

"You'll like me a lot more when I make you come." He releases my nipple before moving to my right one, pinching and palming at my left as he does.

Pleasure like nothing before hits me suddenly, especially when he nudges my legs apart and uses his knee to find my clit, rubbing in small and hurried circles.

"Cameron...I-I'm about to come." Gasping, I throw my head back and concentrate only on him and his voice when he leans in close to my ear.

"I heard orgasms help with period pain. Should we test out the theory?" He whispers, and when his knee digs even harder in my clit, I come faster and harder than I ever have with him.

He groans from above me before locking my cries and whimpers with his mouth, tugging at my lower lip with his teeth. A smile spans on my face as I peek up at him, only to find him already staring at-

"God, your brother is so fucking annoying." My phone rings again but I'm too out of breath to reach over and retrieve it.

Cam grabs it for me and frowns. "It's Brayden. Want me to answer?"

"Sure."

"Hey, Brayden. How's it going? Ava's right here if you want-" Cameron breaks off, frowning before complete horror spreads over his face. I grab his hand, sitting up and staring at him with creased brows.

Pale and shaking, Cameron glances at me before hanging up, dropping the phone in his lap. I swallow a lump the size of Mars in my throat. "Cameron? What did Brayden need?"

He just blinks repeatedly at me before a sob racks through his body. Frozen, I wrap my arms around him, his tears setting off my own. "What did Brayden need?" I repeat softly.

My eyes are hot and stingy as I watch my boyfriend drift away, the light in his eyes dying rapidly. I swipe a hand across his forehead. "Please tell me. Is he okay?"

His puffy eyes drag up my body with what looks like disgust written on his face before he backs away like he doesn't even know who I am. My chest squeezes and a soft sob slips out. "Wh-what? Cameron?"

He drops the bomb so nonchalantly, so calmly. And I know in that painful moment, I've lost my boyfriend.

The person who feels like home. The person I think about constantly until I'm wrapped up in his arms. The person who's become my favourite feeling, my favourite everything.

For him, a thousand times over. Without a doubt or thought in mind.

But in a split second, that man disappears right in front of me.

"Tyler. Is. Dead." Eyes hollow and gleaming darkly, he walks out of the room, leaving me with my heart only slightly broken for now.