Happily

Chapter 9

A/N

I haven't updated in soooo long, sorry! But here's a shortish chapter. Hope you like it, please vote it lets me know if people like it.

Thanks Loves, read happily!

Joslyn’s POV

When we reach Cam’s room he drops me onto the bed and a yelp erupts from my mouth. A smirk is plastered on his face as he crawls over me, taking my wrists in one hand and bringing them above my head.

Sand still covers my body from sitting in the dunes, but Cam doesn’t seem to mind as he runs his fingers up the inside of my thigh.  He dips his head and presses a soft kiss to my lips before pulling my skirt down my legs.  He doesn’t break eye contact when he pushes his fingers up my shirt. His calloused hands brush across my belly button and make their way up to the wire of my bra.

“So fucking beautiful,” he says against my neck. Chill bumps rise on my skin and I feel his lips turn up as he sprinkles kisses over my collarbone. While one hand stays around my wrists, the other moves to my hip and presses my body deeper into the mattress.

“I would take your shirt off, but I’m kind of stuck,” I whisper with a smirk. Cam releases my hands and I bring them down to the bottom of his shirt. He helps me drag the fabric from his torso and my eyes linger on the shapes carved into his stomach.

He brings his hand to my stomach and pushes the cloth up until its peeled from my body and slung onto the floor. His lips come crashing back down to mine and I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Can I tell you something?” I mutter. He nods his head and pulls back just where our lips are brushing. “I’ve never gone past first base…” pink flags of embarrassment rise on my cheeks with my confession.

To my surprise, a smile appears on Cam’s face. “That’s okay,” he says and runs his thumb across the skin just below my bra. “Just tell me when to stop.”

The only thing that’s running through my mind is the fact that I don’t want him to stop. His careful touch roams to my back and unclips my bra. As soon as the piece of clothing is gone, Cam lowers his face and places a soft kiss to my lips. Gratefully, I kiss back as he brings his hand up to my chest. My breathing picks up and I swear he can feel my heart beating through my skin.

As if reading my mind, he presses his hand right where my heart is. He places a kiss where his hand now hovers and whispers, “It’s okay baby.” I tangle my fingers into his hair and pull his face up to mine.

“Can you just kiss me for now?” I ask, my voice trembling. He smiles sweetly and kisses me. No urgency is present and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

He relaxes into me and I let out a sigh of relief with the feeling of his body pressed against mine. Cams hands start to roam my body and my breathing picks up to a mile a minute. Just as his fingers dip into my underwear, we hear the door to his room swing open.

A gasp fills the air and I think I hear a slight choke, “Cameron? Joslyn?”

Cams head snaps to the door and I immediately unwrap my legs from his back. “Mom? What are you doing here?”

“I happen to live here and what might you be doing?” she says gruffly.

“Mom…” he says, still on top of me.

“Get dressed then come downstairs.” She says closing the door.

“Fucking hell,” Cam mumbles into my neck.

“What are we going to do?” I ask, my hands cupping his face.

“I’ll talk to her, you go home.”

“I don’t want to make you take all of the blame.”

“What blame? We did nothing wrong, my mom’s just shocked.”

“Are you sure?” I ask worriedly.

“I promise.”

Cameron’s POV

When we are both dressed, I slowly lead Jos down the stairs. She has her head down with her hair in a curtain around her face.

When we pass my mother, Jos looks over to her and waves quickly but keeps walking. When we reach the door she attempts to open it, but I stop her.

I reach my hand up and shut the door. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” I whisper. Her back is to me and she nods her head slightly. I spin her around and press my lips to hers. I manage to mutter a goodnight before she rushes out the door.

I make my way back to my mother and sit on the couch across from her.

“Hi,” I say casually.

There’s a brief moment of silent before she asks, “do you like her?”

“She wouldn’t have been in my room if I didn’t.” I say leaning forward, placing my elbows on my knees.

“Do you like her a lot?” my mother asks, meeting my gaze.

I don’t answer right away even though I know the answer. I’m afraid that if I say it out loud it will ruin everything. I’m nervous she doesn’t feel the same way; that she just thinks of me as a friend. Maybe she’s into that kind of thing, you know the hooking up and nothing more, although she did say she’s never gone past first.

Instead of over thinking it, I look at my mother and tell her the truth. “I do. I like her a lot mom.”

A small smile forms on her face and she stands up, extending her arms. I let her wrap her arms around me when she whispers something. I can just barely make out the words being spoken, “good, because I can tell she likes you too.”