Path To Retaliation (Fighter's Den, #2)

Chapter 7 - Avery

I wake up practically grinning. Not because it's a Saturday. Not because I'm caught up on all my office work and am completely free for the day. But because of him.

Last night was a dream. Spending time with him, laughing with him, talking with him, all of it filled me with a burst of never-ending energy that made me feel so alive. So content. And the way he worked his mouth and hands on me, whispering the dirtiest of promises as he bought me to the edge? Jesus. I was already wet just recalling everything he'd done to me. He'd played me like his favourite instrument, quickly learning exactly what I liked and how I liked it. He was perfect.

"What am I going to do with you, Cameron West?" I say aloud and roll over to burrow in my pillow.

I almost laugh at myself. I can barely recognize who I am. Sure, I've had my fair share of fun dates and sexual escapades but it was nothing like this. I'd never departed from a date only to miss them the second they were out of sight or woken up recalling only them and how I couldn't wait to see them again. I'd usually have a pleasurable night, let them know it was fun while it lasted, and easily went my separate way. I can't at all imagine doing that with Cameron. The funniest part? We haven't even had sex yet. I've barely had a taste and I'm fucking hooked. This was bad.

Bad but so, so good.

As if sensing he's on my mind, my phone pings and lights up with his name. I'm smiling like an ass before I even read his message.

Cameron: Good morning, sweet cheeks. Sleep well?

Me: Morning, Hermoso. Had the best sleep of my life.

Cameron: Then you definitely dreamt of me.

Me: Dreamt? Not so much. More like recalled because I couldn't stop thinking about last night.

Cameron: That sounds promising ;) what part about last night specifically?

Me: Let's just say the part that had me all hot and bothered once you left. I had to go in for round two...

Cameron: Don't even fuck with me right now, Aves. Did you really make yourself come to the thought of me?

Me: Yes. Maybe twice.

Cameron: You're not doing any favours for my morning wood.

Cameron: Also, as long as we're on the same page, I totally jacked off to you when I got home. Thrice.

I suck in a large breath at the admission, my nipples standing at attention and a wave of heat pooling between my legs.

Me: That's hot.

Cameron: You're hot. What was I doing to you while your fingers were busy?

Me: We are so not sexting this early in the day.

Cameron: You disappoint me. Here I thought you were an adventurous spirit.

Me: I'll prove your doubts wrong later ;)

Me: If this continues, I'm going to be a frustrated mess for the rest of the day. We should only go there when we're there to relieve each other.

Cameron: So I'll come see you today. Are you free?

My heart rate picks up. I am way more excited than I should be at the promise that I get to see him again.

Me: Yes, I am. Is this a booty call?

Cameron: Maybe. Maybe not. I have a surprise for you. Can I stop by at 2?