I groan. Why do I have to have morals? Surely no one would see us if we just slipped in between two buildings…
“Fuck it,” Camden comments, veering a hard right and taking us between a tourist shop full of T-shirts and trinkets and the local deli.
He leads us deep into the alley, roughly pushing me against the brick wall when he places me on my feet.
“What are you doing?” I ask, already knowing exactly what he’s got planned by the way he shoves the fabric of the dress I’d changed into up my thighs.
“Eating your pussy,” he states casually, as if the words aren’t naughty and dirty and anybody could be walking along the sidewalk a few feet away from us.
“My house isn’t too far from here.” I anxiously look toward the street. It’s illuminated by the streetlights, the occasional car passing by. So far, no one walks along it, but that doesn’t mean someone won’t.
“It’s too far. The cafe is too far. Everything is too far. I need you right now.”
I’m getting far too used to seeing this man drop to his knees for me. The gravel underneath him can’t be comfortable, but he doesn’t act like it’s uncomfortable. He’s too busy pulling my panties down, hungrily looking between my legs.
“What if someone catches us?”
“Then they catch us,” he answers, placing his palms inside my thighs to spread my legs.
I shouldn’t be doing this. I’d be horrified if someone were to see. But I need him more than anything. That fit of jealousy has me desperate for him. And I can’t lie that the thrill of him eating me out right here, where anyone could find us, turns me on even more.
“I’ll make it quick but fucking phenomenal, baby. Just please, let me taste you.”
My head falls against the brick after hearing the desperation in his voice. “Did you just beg to eat me out?” I tease, gripping the skirt of my dress so it doesn’t cover me for him.
“I did.” He doesn’t look at me, his focus staying between my thighs. Before him, I hated being eaten out—not that it happened often. Now I think I could get used to feeling his mouth against my clit and having him tease me with his tongue while his fingers push in and out of me. “Now can I make you come? Please?”
“Yes,” I pant because holy shit, that please might’ve been the sexiest word that’s ever come from his mouth.
He doesn’t warm me up or tease me. He seals his mouth to my tender flesh, his tongue flicking against my clit immediately. He must not be satisfied with my position because he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, allowing him to bury his face deeper between my thighs.
One of my hands finds his defined shoulder, feeling his sculpted muscles even below his fancy jacket and shirt. The other tangles through his hair, gripping it so tight, making sure he doesn’t come up for air until I’ve come against his tongue.
He moans as I pin him to me, which in return has me moaning along with him. It’s how much he gets off on getting me off. It doesn’t take long at all for him to make good on his word. I don’t know if he ever comes up for a breath before I’m moaning his name up to the night sky, my fingers fisting his hair as I grind against his mouth.
My moans are amplified by the two brick buildings on either side of us. They echo off them, making my moans of pleasure seem way louder than they are.
Camden doesn’t move his mouth until he’s made sure I’ve gotten everything possible out of the orgasm. He pulls away, his mouth wet with me. It’s even hotter when his lips, coated in my arousal, spread into a grin.
“You’re so fucking sexy, shortcake,” he muses, picking up my panties and tucking them into his pocket. He’d tossed them onto the ground—there was no way I was going to put them back on. I make a mental note to make sure I get them back from him. They’re one of my nicest pairs.
I brace myself on his shoulders as he fixes my dress before he stands to his full height. I just came, but I want more of him. More of that, but not with the adrenaline of getting caught.
“Take me home,” I whisper, biting my lip playfully. He tugs my lips from between my teeth, replacing them with his lips.
“Gladly.” He kisses me, slowly and deliberately. His hands find my hips. I’m about to remind him we need to hurry when a bright light illuminates both of us.
“Kids!” someone barks. “This is not the place to fool around. Get on with it.”
I squint, holding my hand up to try and see past the light shining in my face. The figure comes into view right as I step away from Camden.
“Pippa?” a voice asks in shock. “Is that you?”
I groan, plastering a fake smile on my face. “Hi, Sheriff Phillips.”
He frowns underneath his handlebar mustache. “What are you doing?” His words are careful but accusing as he looks between Camden and me.
Shit. Between Rosemary, the little show at Pop’s, Chase, and being caught by Sheriff Phillips, I’m bound to be the talk of the town tomorrow.
Great.
“I had, uh—” I look around to try and think of a good enough excuse to give the man whose wife used to teach my bible school. “A splinter,” I rush out to say, closing my eyes the moment the words leave my mouth because they’re not believable in the slightest.
“A splinter?” He narrows his already small eyes on me.
I risk an anxious glance in Camden’s direction, finding an eyebrow raised as he looks at me.
“Yep,” I say, committing to this story because I don’t have any other choice.
“In your mouth?”
“A terrible accident,” Camden offers before trying to hide a laugh with a cough.
Sheriff Phillips doesn’t seem to believe me. I try to give him an innocent smile as he looks between the two of us.
“I heard moans. I thought someone was injured.”
I close my eyes, trying to fight the smile wanting to bloom on my face. This shouldn’t be funny at all, but I’ve always laughed in uncomfortable situations—something I got from my mom—and right now, I can’t help myself.
“All good. Just a deep splinter,” I answer, my voice tight because I’m trying so damn hard not to laugh. There’s no way I can tell this man that instead of Camden helping me with a splinter, he was eating me out and no one was injured. The orgasm was just that good.
Sheriff Phillips doesn’t seem to believe me, but he doesn’t say anything. He just holds his flashlight between Camden and me and takes a step back.
“Well, fix your splinter in the privacy of your own home,” he scolds.
“Yes, sir,” I answer, my cheeks hurting from trying to fight the smile.
He turns around and walks away. I’m able to hold the laugh in for two more seconds before it bubbles from deep inside my chest.
I double over, laughing so hard because I was just moments away from the sheriff catching me with Camden between my thighs.
“Glad you find this hilarious. I just had to talk to that man with a goddamn boner,” Camden gripes.
43
PIPPA
My phone vibrating against my nightstand wakes me up. I groan, scolding myself for not putting it on do not disturb last night. I swore I had before Camden and I went in for round three for the night, but he might’ve distracted me before I could do it.
I ignore my phone, letting one eye pop open to find Camden fast asleep next to me. He lies on his back, the sheet barely shielding his naked body. It drapes low on his hips, giving me a perfect view of his chiseled abs. I remember paying close attention to them last night, tracing the crevices with my tongue between the muscles he must work hard to maintain.
Well, now that I’m awake…
I do have the day off. I could technically start the morning with Camden’s cock down my throat, seeing how long I could touch him until he woke up. I’m licking my lips, getting ready to slide my hand down his muscles, when my phone rings again.
I pull it from the nightstand, finding my brother’s name on the screen. I swipe to answer, trying to keep my voice down so as not to wake Camden.