Page 69 of Beg for It

Swallowing hard, I run my hand through my hair roughly, pulling at the strands. “Cam. Did something happen to you? Before the club.”

“What do you mean? No one has ever done something like that before. No.”

“Jamie made it seem like before recently, you were having a rough time. Cam, baby, be honest. Did what we do to you fuck with you? Your mind, your health.”

“N-no,” he shudders. “Not really.”

“What do you mean not really. Please, tell me what happened.”

“I hated the way you treated me, because I hated that I liked it so much,” he whispered.

I blink a few times, letting out a breath. “Oh,” I sigh, a smile forming on my lips. “That’s it? I mean, hey, we all have our kinks,” I chuckle.

He doesn’t say anything. “Cam?”

“That's not it,” he murmurs. “I… for a while, I wasn’t in a good place. Because of the fear of my dad and the life I left behind, and maybe my conflicting feelings about the pack, I… I couldn’t handle it anymore.”

My whole body goes rigid. “What do you mean? Cam, did you.” My throat feels like I’ve swallowed a damn baseball. “Did you do something to yourself?”

“Yes.”

My knees threaten to give out on me, my whole body vibrating. “What did you do?”

“I took pills.” His voice sounds like it’s on the verge of tears. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know what else to do. But it’s in the past. I’m better. Lee made sure I did what I had to do to get better. I don’t have those thoughts anymore. Because… because of you three.”

So many different things race through my mind. Anger at Lee for keeping this from us. Terrified that Cam tried to take his own fucking life and joy over the fact that because he’s with us, he doesn’t think that way anymore.

“Please don’t be mad,” his voice trembles.

“I’m not mad,” I rasp. Lie. I’m fucking mad, but not at him. At well, fuck I don’t even know. “I want you to listen to me, Cam, okay?”

“Okay,” he whispers.

“You are ours. No one is going to fuck with you. No one is going to hurt you. You are not alone. You are wanted. We want you. We fucking need you. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.” His voice cracks. Fuck, he’s crying.

I let out a heavy breath. “Fuck. Okay. I wanna come back home real bad and fucking show you just how much I want you.”

“Don’t,” he rushes to say. “You have football. We will see you tonight. Only two hours away, okay?”

“Yeah,” I nod my head. “Okay. You're mine tonight. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Put Lee back on the phone.”

A moment later, Lee talks. “Hey.”

“You’re in so much fucking trouble. You know that right?”

“I know,” he sighs.

“River is going to kill you.”

“I know.”

“I’m going to kill you.”