We're Not Brothers

Chapter 5

Cameron's POV

"Cameron... I want you to kiss me." He says softly.

I blink at him. He wants me to... Kiss him? Does he realize what he's asking for? I ask myself. I couldn't ask Harlow, since I had him sequestered away so I could keep control of myself. "Charlie... Do you understand what you're asking for? While sitting naked in the bathtub?" I ask him quietly.

He smiles at me sweetly. "Yeah. I do." He takes a deep breath. "I understand what I'm asking for, Cammie. Papa and Dad talked to me about what the Heat is and how things will help... And if you're going to... touch me, I think I'd rather you kiss me beforehand. Before I lose my mind to it."

"If you're a thousand percent sure, Charlie. I don't want to push you." I whisper, looking at him seriously.

"I'm sure, Goose." He grins at me. "I want to have my first kiss while I'm still sane enough to realize what's going on."

"You saved your first kiss for me?" I ask, looking at him with adoration and awe.

"Of course." He giggles. "What else would I have done in our bedroom all alone for the last eight years?"

"I'm sorry I left you for so long." I whisper.

"Cammie..." He leans up. "Come here, please."

I lean toward him and he grabs my shirt.

"I'm not upset at you, Cam." He looks into my eyes. "I understand why you did. I'm not mad."

I can feel the heat starting to radiate from his hand. "Okay." I whisper, licking my lips. I see his eyes dart down to them. "I'm going to kiss you now, okay?"

He nods his head shyly, and I close the distance between us. The second his soft lips meet mine, I sigh happily. I stay still for a moment before I pull back to look at him. He has a giant grin on his face and his eyes sparkle with glee. I lean back in and gently grip the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

His lips open with a slight gasp, and I so desperately want to dive into his mouth, but I know he's not ready yet. So I just gently move my lips against his sweet ones. Somehow he tastes just like strawberries. He breathes through his nose, and his hands find their way into my hair and he grips tightly, making me groan.

I pull away slightly and look at him. His cheeks are flushed and he looks happy. "Good first kiss?" I ask softly.

He nods happily and pulls me back to him. His lips are back on mine before I can think. I do my best to not move too fast for him, but he's intent on getting the best kiss of his life.

I gently bite his lip, and he whimpers cutely. He's going to make this whole week so fucking hard. He decides to suck on my lip, dissolving my self control. I lick into his mouth gently, as I enjoy his little sounds.

I break away so he can breathe, and kiss down his jaw to his neck and suck on the spot I'll Mark him one day.

"Cam." He breathes. His hands tighten in my hair and his body arches in the bathtub.

"Why don't we get you dried off and we can put you in the bed?" I ask, nipping his earlobe.

"Okay." He breathes quietly.

I pick him up out of the bath and stand him on the bathmat. I try to keep my eyes on his face as I grab the towel. He hurriedly dries himself off, and I swallow heavily. His body, while slim, is absolute perfection.

"Cam?" His voice is soft, calling my attention back to his lips.

"Yeah?" I breathe heavily.

"Are you okay?" His hand lands on my cheek softly.