Cameron POV
Fuck she's so sexy. I should have jerked off before coming here. I should have. Because it's taking everything in me not to touch her. To not pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist, and push her up the wall, grinding my erection against that tight little pussy, while I'm gripping that thick juicy ass.
Fuck.
I could feel myself growing hard. And I'm in sweats so she's for sure going to see what's happening down south. There will be a fucking tent in there in a matter of seconds. I drink her in with my eyes one more time. She's wearing the tiniest nightie I've ever seen, just barely covering her ass. Those sexy cheeks kept peeking out as she walked up those stairs in front of me. Her hips swayed back and forth and I swear I was hypnotized.
I need to tear the roof off our ranch and add a second story. No idea what will go up there yet. But I do know, I want to see that view. Every. Fucking. Day.
All day.
"I'm going to go for a ride so I can try to kill this erection you gave me. I love you. I'm sorry for this," Pointing at the hardware in my pants, "it's just what you do to me. And thanks again for letting me see Grey. Meet you tomorrow at the park? Or maybe at the science place downtown?"
She nodded, biting her lip. I reached out my right hand, pulling her lip out with my thumb, my other fingers weaving across her face and into her hair. My body instinctively leaned against hers. Staring at her lips, checking to make sure they weren't bleeding, "I can't kiss these better, until I show you, I can be better. So please don't get hurt until I can kiss every pain away," I flicked my gaze up to hers and I saw she was watching my lips. I waited until she looked up at me, "Okay, baby girl?" My voice husky with need and lust for this woman. This absolutely perfect woman. I hadn't had a boner this fucking hard in months. Eighteen of them to be precise. Eighteen, long, torturous months of not seeing her, talking to her, knowing where she was, if she was safe, who she was with other than Kai or Parker. You could be reading this story for free on wattpad, but this copyrighted work has been stolen. Go check it out. Now she was in front of me. Now I could see her, smell her, almost touch her...my cock had sprang to life tonight like he hasn't before. He knew where he wanted to buried.
"I'll call you tomorrow. Please answer." I pushed off the wall, walking away from her. I walked away, needing to get on my bike so I could feel that rumble underneath me and feel the wind whipping past me. I needed that freeing feeling riding gives you. I need some kind of a release and since I wasn't getting the sexual one for a while, I needed to head out on a ride.
"I love you, too" I barely heard her, but I kept walking, acting like I didn't. I wanted her to say it loud enough when she was ready for all that came with that. But it gave me hope that I hadn't completely lost her. That I still affected her like she affected me. It was all the hope I needed. I just needed to not fuck this up.
After a four-hour ride, I was still no closer to getting rid of my raging boner, than I was when I started. I couldn't risk going back to the club house with this monster. I decided to head to a hotel downtown. Tucking my boner, I head in to get a room for the night. Once my bike is parked near the front entrance, I start walking inside to my room and shoot a text, with location, to Becca.
Bullet: Hey, I wanted you to know, I decided to check into the hotel downtown. I...still have that problem from earlier and I'd rather not invite any girl scout other than you to see under my tent.
Becs: HAHA I'm sorry. I was fine. I'm going to bed. See you around two, right?
Bullet: Yes. See you then. Do you two need anything?
I saw the dots appear, and disappear. Then appear, again, and disappear. Again. The elevator opened on my floor as her next text came in.
Becs: You don't need to get us anything.
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