Fingers walk up my spine, as Camden lies next to me on his bed. The hairs on my neck raise from the tickle they leave behind.
“How do you feel?” he whispers in my ear. His breath warm and hot, my body pulses to be wrapped in nothing but sheets and him.
“Like a train wreck,” I mumble, “but better.”
His hands make work of my shoulder blades and a sigh escapes my mouth. Fuck that feels great.
“Don’t make noises like that, I want to fuck you so bad but I’m scared of hurting your cracked rib,” his voice comes out rough and promising. It does things to me.
I look over my shoulder and smirk.
“I can deal, I have pain meds.” After our fight I still feel like there’s tension between us. Sex would lay that to rest. Sex makes everything better.
He arches a brow, a primal grin crossing his face.
Leaning over he kisses my back, skipping over the wrap around my ribs and back he kisses my tailbone before biting my ass cheek hard.
“I know you think I forgot about you deceiving me, but I haven’t. You lied to me HellCat, and I plan on making you think twice before ever doing that again.” I was right about the tension, but am excited to relieve it with sex.
Fire burns in my chest that spreads down my abdomen and igniting between my legs from that threat.
Sitting up on his knees he pulls his jersey shorts down, and his erect cock pops free. My mouth salivates wanting to taste him. Holding the base of himself he slaps the mounds of my ass that peek out from under my panties with it.
“I was going to tell you about the fight as soon as I got back. I wasn’t lying, it was just an omission,” I justify.
He drops his cock and fists my hair in one quick move. Tugging back, his blue eyes find mine. They look so primal, but beautiful.
“They’re the same thing,” he growls.
Keeping his hold he uses his other hand to tug my panties down. Spreading my thighs, and lifting my body up I try and help, but the weight of myself causes me to wince and his hard demeanor falls.
“Easy baby,” he whispers.
I have to bite my cheek to keep from smiling. This man really loves me.
Spreading my ass cheeks gently he pushes the head of himself inside of me. A rush of passion surfs through me and out my mouth causing a mewl to tumble from my lips as he fills me fully.
My fingers clench the covers beneath me as he slowly starts pumping into me.
His hands lazily caressing my back before a loud slap echoes through the room and an overwhelming heat blossoms on my right ass cheek.
“Don’t ever lie to me again,” he grits, his pace picking up.
“I won’t,” I moan.
“You’re going to let me take care of you.” He slaps my other cheek and I clench around him in response.
“You’re going to trust me,” he whispers in my ear before biting the lobe so hard stars fire behind my eyelids. Wrapping his hand around my front he grasps one of my tits while his other hand anchors on my hip. Slowly he pushes himself in and out of me, the feeling of us together the remedy I’ve been seeking.
Letting go of my chest he slides his hand up, his fingers parting my lips. I part my mouth, and he inserts two fingers.
“Suck,” he demands breathy.
Obeying, I suck. I lick and nibble.
“Fuck yeah, you dirty little girl,” he groans as his fingers thrust into my mouth.
Pulling his fingers from my mouth I feel his body tense, and he swirls his hips. The tip of him hitting me just right I come, pleasure beading its way through me.
Two wet fingers glide between my cheeks and I tense but my orgasm heightens to heights I’ve never felt before and I relax into him.
Two of his fingers in my ass as I lose control. I moan and pant, and come completely undone around his cock and fingers.
He grunts and comes right behind me, falling on the bed next to me.
Out of breath, and feeling insanely dirty but satisfied, I eye him.
He smiles knowingly.
“Next time you want to lie to me, my dick is going in that ass.”
My eyes go wide before a sly grin takes over.
“Jokes on you, maybe I want your dick in my ass.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Tate
The next day I grab everything I have on The Underground, and shove it into an unmarked envelope. NDA, Rules, Plane ticket, all of it.
Stamping the dorm’s address on the front, I drop it off at the post office and wait for Keegan to get it.
I may not be able to say a word about The Underground but what is stopping some college student who is looking for her shot at a news anchor position from getting some anonymous tip?
The Underground hurt someone I love, and who knows how many people died after being put in the cage like savage animals.
It has to stop.
Camden
Lying in bed I stare up at the dark ceiling. Thoughts of trying to get back in the octagon keeping me awake.
I didn’t kill Chase, so maybe I can get back in the game.
The thought circles in my mind like a horror show on repeat.
Tate stirs next to me and I move my arm off of her, nervous I’m putting too much weight on her.