Page 81 of Hard Rock Sin

I shifted to press against him, cupping him through the thick material.

He shook his head and pushed my hand away.

"You don't want to…?" I trailed off.

"This was all for you," he murmured against my lips.

"Thank you," I said.

"No need to thank me. Getting to watch you squirm and writhe on the bed, blissed out in pleasure? It was beyond hot."

As we snuggled together, me catching my breath and Cameron caressing every inch of my skin, I began to formulate my own naughty plan.

Cameron wasn't the only one who could play games.

Chapter Twenty-Five

"It wascrazy hard trying to coordinate everyone's schedules," Jen told me over the phone one night. She had finally set a date for my welcome home party.

"Who's everyone?"

I had assumed it would be Jen, my brother's band, and me. I didn't know anyone else. I was friendly enough with my classmates, but I wouldn't have called them friends.

Cameron was the closest thing to a friend I had.

"That's sad," Jen said when I told her as much. "You need to get to know more people. That's why I've invited everyone."

"Again, I have to ask, who is everyone?"

"The guys, obviously, and Ian's girlfriend and her sister. And my friends and their boyfriends. And those boyfriend's friends, and their girlfriends. And my one friend's boyfriend's childhood friend and maybe some of her friends. That's all."

"Just how many people are going to be at this party?"

"Enough to have an awesome time."

I could hear her grin through the phone. It was almost enough to make me nervous. Was this going to get as wild as Cameron's parties? Still, I was excited and couldn't wait.

On the evening of the party, Cameron called us a taxi.

"So we can get wasted and not worry about driving home," he said.

"I've never been wasted in my life," I reminded him.

"No time like the present." He gave me a saucy wink.

"Can we talk about—" I hesitated to bring it up, but I had to make sure Cameron and I were on the same page, "—about how we're going to act at the party?"

His brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"When we're together," I clarified.

"Oh." His lips turned down into a frown. "You mean you want to make sure we only act like friends and not a couple. Right?"

I hated hearing that note of hurt in his voice. But no one knew about the two of us yet. And it had to stay that way. At least for now.

"I'm sorry," I said honestly. "It's not like I want to keep us a secret or anything."

"Except that's exactly what you want to do." The corners of his mouth twitched, threatened to curve down. He gave me a rueful smile instead. "I get it. No worries."