MILF {COMPLETED}

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Chapter Twenty Two: Erotes

Houston, Texas
November 30th
Ebony 'Black' Riek

Oh how I've missed this man. My fingers were tingling, ready to get my hands on him. In the crowd of meaningless faces, I scanned for Cameron.

When Cameron left, it always jarred me in some way. Conversation over the phone was nice, but sitting next to him, watching him watch me as I read was what I really wanted. I wanted to kiss him, wanted to hold him, wanted to rub that big head of his like he was my personal genie.

When I saw his face, my feet wouldn't listen to my brain. He saw me coming. He threw his messenger bag over his shoulder and opened his arms to hug me. We stood in the middle of this irritated, moving crowd, hugging and rocking side to side. I didn't care about the grunts and moans of the rushing people around us.

He tugged my locs and pulled away, "Missed you too."

"I got so damn tired of calling you. There's only so much you can say to a person over the phone."

Cameron's job and I were in competition for his time. Sometimes I got so crazy without him here, I wanted to go wherever he was and crash the events he coordinated.

"Come on. I gotta get my bag."

"That shit always takes too long."

"Hush."

He intertwined our fingers then we walked over to a large crowd of people who were also waiting for their bags. He was patient, I was not. I tried to push my way in front of people, but Cameron pulled me back to his side, told me to relax.

I remembered this side of him vividly. Didn't know if I missed it or if it pissed me off and I wanted to put him back on that plane.

I clung to him closer until he went to get his bag, still holding onto my hand. I reached for it, but he looked at me like I was crazy.

"Just got back and you're already insulting me."

I mushed his head as we walked out to my car, "Red's driving."

"Call her by her name."

"Nadine's driving. Is that better?"

"Much," He leaned to me and kissed my cheek.

Cameron liked Nadine a lot more than Red, the same way he liked Ebony a lot more than Black. Just like a man. Always had to be difficult.

I had to stop that guilt, somehow. Though Cameron wasn't my boyfriend, we both knew damn well that we felt something for one another.

When I heard his name, my ears perked up. When his hands touched me, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. When he rubbed his fingers over my tattoo, I melted. It was obvious that I felt for him.

So I told him about what Nadine and I had done more than once. I told him in great detail the confusion of my heart, how I felt so guilty about it the first time, how deeply they both meant to me, in so many different ways, yet in the same way.

He reminded me that we weren't in a relationship so there was no reason for me to feel guilty, but he appreciated the revelation. He told me he could see my love for Nadine, especially when I had him out there with Sterling while I went crazy for him to leave her alone.

And damn I wanted to jump his bones, bad. He didn't know how badly I wanted to teleport through that phone.

Nadine was leaning up against my car, her eyes lighting up when she saw the two of us, her smile spreading.