CHAPTER Twenty-Five
“Are we almost there?”
I looked over at Kami seated in the passenger seat of my truck and shook my head, giving her bare knee a squeeze. “Patience, baby.”
“Ugh, I don’t like surprises. The anticipation is killing me,” she whined, as she watched the trees zipping by. “I would have just let you blindfold me like you wanted to, if I wasn’t such a freak.”
I gently pulled her face back towards me, giving her a quick, pointed glare before returning my eyes to the road. “Hey, you are not a freak. Don’t say shit like that about yourself.”
Kami shrugged dismissively. “It’s true. Know any other grown-ass women that are afraid of the dark?”
“No, I don’t. But that’s just a tiny part of you. A small, insignificant detail. It doesn’t define who you are.”
“Now you sound like Dom.”
“Well, then…if two totally normal, sound men see you for the amazing, beautiful woman that you are, then it must be true,” I smiled.
“Hmph. Only one of you is actually normal…” she murmured under her breath.
“Huh?”
Kami shook her head before reaching for the knobs of the radio. “Nothing.”
“You ok, babe?”
Since I picked her up at her apartment, Kami had been noticeably preoccupied. A bit distant, and moody even. We had spent the entire weekend together, both at the bar and at my place, completely wrapped up in each other. But an imaginary switch had been flipped overnight; something was wrong.
“Yeah,” she answered, but shook her head in contradiction. “I don’t know.”
“Kam,” I said, pulling her hand out of the knot of her fingers in her lap. “You know you can talk to me. There’s nothing you can say that will make me feel differently about you. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
Kami took a deep breath, steeling herself for the words she obviously didn’t want to say. “Um...I just didn’t sleep well last night. And then I woke up to an email. From… him.”
“Him?”
Kami swallowed, before barely whispering the words, “My father.”
I nearly swerved off the road, narrowly missing a ditch just off the shoulder. “What? He’s contacted you?”
“He’s still around. I moved; I changed all my email info. Hell, I’m not even on Facebook. But somehow, he always finds me.” Her hand grew hot and clammy, prompting me to squeeze it.
“What the hell does he want from you? Shit, hasn’t he done enough?” I asked through a clenched jaw. Those weren’t the words I really wanted to use. If I had my way, I would have been busting a U-turn and hunting down that prick myself.
“Money.”
“Money? Why would he hit you up for money?”
“Because…” she sighed with resignation. “I have his money.”
My head snapped to her solemn expression before I forced myself to look back at the asphalt stretched out in front of us.
Kami pulled her hand away, and her fingers deftly began to work over an old receipt from my cup holder. “About five or six years ago, my paternal grandmother died in an accident involving a bus. Since it was the city’s fault, her family was left a hefty settlement. Being the eldest, and her administrator, most of the money went to my father. But, since he owed so much money in back child support, the state went after him and seized the funds, giving them to my mother.”
“As they should have,” I added. I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. If there was one thing that made me shake with anger, it was a deadbeat dad. I had never known mine, but considering what Kami was still going through with hers, I was relieved I never had the displeasure of knowing the spineless sonofabitch.
“My mom moved back to the Philippines with her family, as soon as I graduated high school. She didn’t even care where I ended up. Hell, she didn’t even ask what my plans for college were. She just gave me the money and left.”
I shook my head, feeling helpless. I wanted to erase all the bad that had ever happened to her. I wanted to give Kami the life she deserved. I wanted to love all the hurt away.
“Kam…baby…” was all I could coherently form.
“It’s ok. I’m over it.” She continued mindlessly folding, her glazed-over eyes hardly looking at the paper.
“So…he wants it back?”
“Yeah,” she nodded. “And I would give it to him if it meant he would be out of my life for good. Dom said that wouldn’t work. He’ll just keep coming back. It’s not really the money he wants; it’s the control. He knows that I still fear him, and once he knows where I am, he’ll never leave me alone. He’ll just keep tormenting me.”
I contemplated her words before nodding my agreement. “He’s right. Shit, Kam, he’s right. You need to get the police involved.”
“They already know. He’s violated every restraining order, but no one can pinpoint his whereabouts.” Kami sat the tiny paper heart on the dash before looking to me with misted green eyes. “There’s not much I can do, Blaine. Other than leave.”
“No,” I was growling before I could stop myself. “No. You’re not going anywhere. F*ck him, Kam. He doesn’t control you.”
“But he does!” she shrieked. “He absolutely does. Do you know how small and disgusting I felt when I read the words in that email? Him calling me a whore? A slut? A stupid little thieving bitch? I wanted to run away, Blaine. I wanted to hide and never be found.”
“Babe…” I responded, my tone softer. “That’s a natural response. He hurt you deeply, and he’s still finding ways to hurt you. You can’t let him. You’re here…with me. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“He found me in Atlanta,” she deadpanned.
“What?”
“He found me. It started with emails. Then text messages and phone calls. Then he sent a letter to my address. My address, Blaine! He found me! That’s why Dom and I moved here.”
I ran a free hand over my face and cursed under my breath. “Shit, Kam, I…”
“Blaine, I failed my last semester of college two months from graduation. I was too afraid to go to class. I moved in with Dom and never left. For f*cking months, I hid in my bedroom, too terrified to even walk outside.”
I fought the urge to punch a hole through my own windshield. “I’m so sorry, Kam. F*ck! I am so f*cking sorry.”
Her small, delicate hand grasped the taut tendons in my forearm, squeezing away the rage coursing through my veins. “Hey…don’t be. It’s not your fault. I’m sorry for ruining the mood. I feel like such a jackass. You had something planned, and here I am being Debbie Downer again with all my bullshit.”
Glass and steel enclosed the heat of our combined tension as I sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. Beyond being pissed, I hurt for her. This girl had lived through so much, yet here she was, trying to soothe me. I wanted to pull over on the damn freeway, pull her into my lap, and kiss her senseless. Kiss away the anger, kiss away the pain. Kiss every part of her that that bastard had ever touched.
“Can we just drop it?” she asked in a small voice, prompting me to cover her hand with mine. “I don’t want to ruin this day. I know you planned something special, and I just want to enjoy it.”
I brushed her knuckles with my lips before nodding. “Yeah, babe, that sounds good. Because we’re here.”
The moment I pulled into the gravel pathway, Kami’s eyes grew twice in size and her jaw dropped. Although my attention was on maneuvering through the tall trees on either side of us, I could feel her confused glare burning into the side of my head.
“Here? Why would you bring me back here?” she shrieked.
I pulled into a parking space facing Lake Norman and killed the engine before turning to her, ready for the onslaught. “Because I don’t want your last memory of this place to be a negative one.”
She cringed as if being here physically pained her, making me feel like a total ass for thinking this was a good idea. Having Taylor perform for her had proven to be a great idea, so I assumed that theory would work here as well. Well, you know what they say when you assume…
“Just try, ok? If you don’t want to go in, we won’t. But at least let me try to make this better for you.”
She narrowed her eyes, the small space between her brows crinkling with question. “Why?”
“Why?”
“Yeah. Why do you want to make things better for me?”
Releasing her from her seatbelt, I pulled Kami’s body close to mine. “Because you deserve it. Because there is nothing on Earth more beautiful than seeing you smile.”
And because I love you.
Whoa. What?
As if hearing my internal confession, Kami’s lips spread into a knowing smile before connecting with mine for a swift kiss. “Ok, Blaine Jacobs. I’m all yours.”
Thirty minutes later, we had devoured the lunch I had packed and were laying side by side on a blanket, watching a group of kids splashing around a few yards away. Kami looked at them intently, small smiles twitching her lips and silent chuckles shaking her shoulders. I couldn’t help but be taken by her fascination.
“You want kids?” I heard myself ask before good manners stopped me.
Kami shrugged without taking her eyes off the children. “Would be nice, but I more than likely won’t.”
“Why not?”
She shuffled her bare feet against the sand and dropped her gaze. “Having children isn’t really ideal for someone like me.”
“Someone like you?”
Kami sighed heavily. “In my condition. My… sickness. My fears.” She turned so I could glimpse the severity in her expression. “We are all products of our pasts, Blaine. My father was a disgusting prick because his father was. Who’s to say that I won’t turn out just as bad? And I don’t know how to be a mother. My own mom was too broken to be one. I know she loved me, I truly do. But I can’t remember her telling me. And because of that, I can’t picture saying those words. Ever.”
I tried to digest the bitter pill of her words without letting it show on my face. But I had never been good at masking my emotions, especially when it came to Kami.
“Kinda f*cked up, huh?” she smiled, though I could feel the painful undertone in her words.
“Well…yeah. But you’re not f*cked up. Not at all.”
She shrugged, then looked back at the boisterous children. “What about you? Kids?”
I looked away before I grimaced as the memory of Amanda’s swollen belly came barging into the forefront of my mind. A belly that was swollen with another man’s child.
Though she admitted to being unfaithful, it wasn’t until months after the discovery of her pregnancy. She led me on to believe that I was about to be a father, filling me with pride only to steal it with the ugly truth. I hated her, and for a while, I hated the thought of fatherhood.
But that was then. Now… now I had a reason to want that feeling back.
“Yeah, one day. A whole basketball team of ‘em.”
“Oh God!” she laughed. “Little tattooed, pierced baby Blaines, wreaking havoc on the poor citizens of Charlotte!”
Her smile was infectious, wiping away the foul taste of painful memories. All I could see was Kami. She made everything better. She made me want to be better.
“Living up to the stereotype again? Southern guy with a pick up truck full of wild kids?” I asked, nudging her with my arm.
“Oh, God, yes! I wouldn’t be surprised if you already had their names picked out. Let me guess: Cash, Cage, Gage…”
“Nah. I don’t. But you’re right about one thing.”
Kami turned to me and narrowed her eyes with question, but didn’t say a word.
“We are products of our pasts.”
Kami inched closer. “Elaborate.”
I nodded, diverting my eyes to the blue, cloudless sky. “After my mom passed, I was out of control. It was hard enough to be 13 with raging hormones and the bullshit of peer pressure. Losing her sent me into a really dark place. I was angry all the time. I didn’t listen to anyone, I didn’t care about anything. The fights, the mood swings… no one knew how to reach me. So, they ran some tests to see if I could be suffering from the same thing that killed my mom. To see if I had schizophrenia too.”
A beat passed before Kami released a slow breath. “And?”
I turned and smiled before pressing her to my side. “Only crazy as hell over you.”
Her body relaxed in my arms, giving me the opportunity to pin her body with mine. My tongue darted out and sampled her bottom lip, tasting her strawberry lipgloss and the delectable flavor that was uniquely Kami. I couldn’t help myself. I needed all of her. I was addicted to this woman, and I needed a fix badly.
“Ummm, I think we have an audience,” she murmured against my lips.
I turned my head to spy the group of kids snickering at us and pointing. I smiled and winked at them before planting a quick peck on Kami’s lips and sitting up. The girls giggled and blushed while the boys made gagging gestures.
“Ready to change?” I asked, swiping the light sheen of sweat on my brow. It was warm out, and feeling Kami’s body under mine had taken the temperature up a few notches.
“Change?” She looked down at her denim shorts and tank top. “Into what?”
I fished out the gift bag I had stowed with the supplies for our picnic and handed it to her. Kami took the pink and white striped bag and raised a brow. “Victoria’s Secret? A little presumptuous, aren’t we, Mr. Jacobs?”
“Just open it, Pervy Pervison. It’s not what you think. Besides, lingerie is overrated. Just an unnecessary obstacle keeping me from what I really want,” I replied, waggling my eyebrows playfully.
She rolled her eyes before tearing into the bag, pulling out a teal, jeweled bikini.
“The sales girl helped me pick it out, so if you don’t like it, blame her,” I shrugged, when she didn’t say anything.
“No. I love it. It’s beautiful, Blaine. Thank you.” She rewarded my shopping efforts with a soft kiss. “But how’d you know my size?” she asked checking the tag.
“Kami, I’m pretty sure I have seen every inch of you naked. And that’s not an image I could ever forget easily. The taste of your lips, your scent, the silkiness of your skin, the little sounds you make when you come…” I tapped my forehead with a single finger. “All committed to memory. Detailed memory.”
She blushed bright red before slapping my arm. “Creeper.”
“Only a semi-creeper where you’re concerned.”
Kami fingered the soft fabric nervously before meeting my gaze. “I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if I can get in, Blaine. You shouldn’t waste this on me.”
I shook my head. “Nothing is wasted on you, Kam. And you don’t have to get in if you don’t want to. Just put it on and see how you feel, ok? We’ll take this slow. Together.”
“Ok,” she nodded. “I’ll try.”
I knew Kami was gorgeous, but seeing her in that bikini had me wanting to say “F*ck the lake,” so I could drag her back to the car and rip it off her with my teeth. Luckily, I had changed into my board shorts after cleaning up and could somewhat hide my enthusiasm under the looser fabric. Down boy!
“Well, you got me all but naked,” she said, after returning from the bathroom clad in the skimpy teal fabric adorned with faux jewels. “Now what?”
I grasped her hand and pulled her body flush into mine. “You know you’re safe with me, right? That you can trust me?”
Kami looked up at me with clear, unblinking eyes. “Yes.”
With my gaze still trained on her, and my arms wrapped around her waist, I slowly led Kami to the edge of the water. “Just look at me. Don’t think about anything else. Just me and you. The second you say the words, we’ll stop. I just want to show you what you’re capable of, how strong you really are.”
“I’m not a total spaz, Blaine,” Kami remarked, rolling her eyes though her hands clutched my back tightly as the water met our feet. “I’m not afraid of water. I just don’t want to be submerged in it.”
Inch by inch, I walked our bodies into the water, my arms still wrapped around her protectively. Every few seconds she would tense or gasp, yet Kami didn’t resist. She let me take her in deeper until we stood waist-deep in the lake.
“This is nice, right?” I asked smiling down at her.
“Nice?” She raised a slender brow and narrowed her eyes. “Yeah sure. About as nice as a colonoscopy.”
“Aw, come on. There are advantages to being in the water, you know.”
Kami tilted her head to one side and asked, “Like what?”
“Well,” I replied with a lustful grin, picking her up and pulling her thighs around my hips. “We can do this.”
“Hmmm,” she smiled, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I guess this is nice.”
“And we can also do this.” I drew her closer to the hardness under my shorts and discreetly grinded into the soft flesh that was covered only by a thin strip of nylon.
“Mmmm, yeah,” she murmured breathlessly, pressing her face into my shoulder to hide the flush of her cheeks. “Nice.”
Still moving, I walked us deeper into the water, leaving kisses along her shoulders and neck. Kami reciprocated with little whimpers and sighs, too caught up in what our lower halves were doing to notice. I stopped just before the water hit our chests. I didn’t want to alarm her, plus I was damn near too hard to even walk.
“Blaine,” she whispered against my shoulder.
I let my hands slip under her bottoms and palmed her bare ass. “Yeah, babe?”
“Ah,” she moaned at the contact. “I know what you’re doing. I know you’re trying to distract me.”
“Is it working?”
She sucked my neck lightly before nipping my skin with her teeth, causing me to push myself into her softness even harder. “What do you think?”
“Shit,” I hissed. “Why does it feel like you’re the one trying to distract me?”
“Maybe I am,” she replied, looking up at me and smiling. “Maybe I really just want to get you home and show my gratitude.”
“Gratitude?”
“For this. For believing in me despite all my crazy. You’re a good man, Blaine. And I really am thankful for you, even if it doesn’t always seem like it.”
I flashed a crooked grin. “Are you trying to tell me that you’re falling for me, Miss Duvall?”
Kami rolled her eyes and shook her head, her pouty lips curved into a smile. I couldn’t help myself. Before she could protest, I was devouring those lips with uncontrollable hunger, kneading handfuls of her backside. Still, I couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t kiss her deep enough. I needed her. And by the way her nipples strained against her bikini top as she moaned into my mouth, she needed me too.
“As much as I want to get out of here at this very second,” I mumbled, between pecks. “If I don’t put you down, I’ll probably get arrested for concealing a deadly weapon.”
She giggled, though I could see the seriousness creep onto her face. “Hey,” I said, grasping her chin to look into her eyes. “I’m right here. I’m not gonna let you go, ok?”
“Ok,” she said just above a whisper.
I kissed her deeply before letting her body slide down mine. With the height difference, the water was at her breasts. Panic flashed across her face just as I wound my arms around her tightly.
“Blaine…” she panted.
“I got you, baby. I got you, and I’m not letting go. You’re safe. I’m never letting go, Kami.”
The feel of her heart hammering in her chest vibrated through mine as I squeezed her even tighter, hoping to still her trembling. Minutes ticked by before the tremors began to cease, and I slowly pulled her away to access her face. Even through terror stricken eyes, I could see the strength in Kami clawing to the surface. She was so incredibly resilient that I couldn’t help but be amazed by her.
“What I wouldn’t give to let you see yourself through my eyes. To see what I see. There is so much beauty and courage in you, Kam. See, your fears don’t own you. They don’t define who you are. You just made this lake your bitch. Do you see how f*cking crazy that is? You’re a fighter, babe. You aren’t afraid. You aren’t crazy. You. Are. A. Fighter.”
Her eyes misted, making me believe that I had crossed some unseen line, but before I could console her, she crushed her lips to mine. “Thank you for giving me something to fight for,” she said when she pulled away, claiming my next breath. “Now about that show of gratitude... Take me home.”
More than just my chest swelled when I looked down into those gorgeous green eyes. “Yes, ma’am.”