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And I haven’t shared those memories with the guys yet. Honestly, I’m still trying to sort them out. The dreams still don’t make sense, and the images and visions I have in them still have not surfaced as actual memories.
A sigh from the man who wants to see me pushed off a building interrupts my thoughts, and my eyes dart toward him.
“I’m sorry, is my silence annoying you?” I narrow my eyes.
“No, me babysitting an adult who is capable of taking care of herself is,” Cameron sneers.
“Please leave if I am keeping you from your anger management meetings,” I fire back.
“Anger manag— Listen, I am only doing this because the guys are my life. You are an inconvenience. For some reason, Drew has a boner for you. Though, I’m sure once he fucks your whore pussy, he will quickly realize the error of his ways.”
Setting the Kindle down, I slowly stand up and saunter over to where Cam is lying on the other couch. I lean over him, his eyes watching every move I make.
“Aw, is that why you hate me? Because you play for the other team and are secretly in love with Drew? Or because I won’t let your shrimp dick near my pussy, ever?”
Before I can pull away, Cam grabs me and has me flipped onto the couch with him now hovering over me. He lets out a growl as he grabs my hands and places them above my head.
“Let me ask you something, princess.” He grinds his hips into me, and I suddenly realize my error. He leans his head down, his lips grazing my ear. “Does this cock feel like a shrimp dick?”
No. No, it absolutely doesn’t. Fuck.
I shake my head, still in shock at his dick rubbing against my very sensitive core, my brain malfunctioning with each movement.
Why am I letting him do this to me?
A small fear starts to build in me, and my heart starts to race.
He immediately stops. “And just so we’re clear, I don’t fuck guys. And the only reason my dick won’t ever be inside you making you scream my name, is because it doesn’t like used, slut pussy.”
“Hm, and yet you will fuck any little thing screaming your name after your game. Maybe you’re the whore. Man-whore,” I sneer back.
“I can get all the pussy I need. Yours is not one I want or need.”
I let out a laugh. “And yet here you are with me, grinding your cock against me. And let’s not lie. That thing’s as hard as stone. So, I’ll ask, who’s needy?”
With a frustrated groan, Cam pushes off me and stomps away to the game room.
Good. Fuck off, asshole.
I close my eyes for a moment, and my body won’t stop vibrating from his touch. And at the same time, his body on mine made me sick to my stomach.
Why? Why is my body torn on how to react? Why is it even reacting like it wants more of it?
I can’t stand the ass!
Grabbing my Kindle and the phone Asher bought me, I head toward my bedroom. I need to cool off. My interaction with Cam has my body feeling like it’s ready to combust.
Out of anger or sexual tension, I’m not sure.
With my phone in hand, I scroll through the music app Asher put on it. I find one of my favorite bands, In This Moment, and set it to play from its playlist of songs.
The grey tile is cool to the touch as I walk across it, and it’s a hard contrast to the fluffy black bathmats that are strategically placed by the sink and in front of the shower. The white countertop jumps out against the dark cabinets.
There’s beautiful blue irises in a glass vase next to the sink, adding a pop of color. On the other side of the sink are a couple of blue candles that I can tell have never been lit before, sitting on a black tray.
I reach into the large tiled shower and press the buttons on the side to start the water. I turn it up, making sure it’s super hot, because I like my skin to practically melt off. I need to wash away my interaction with Cam.
He confuses me so much. I don’t understand his hatred for me. I mean, I get it, he wants me gone. And as soon as I can leave, I’m out of here.