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CHAPTER TWELVE

KAMRYN

I smile at Evan as I approach Cheetah’s building. I’ve been here a lot over the past few weeks, and Evan has become my buddy. He’s the sweetest man. He kind of reminds me of my father. With the holidays approaching, I’m really missing my dad. If our mother wasn’t in the picture, Bailey and I would get to spend the holidays with him, but the thought of spending time with her is triggering for me and, for reasons I will never understand, he won’t leave her alone.

I stop when I get to Evan. “Hey, buddy. How’s it hanging?”

In a polite tone, he answers, “A little to the left tonight, Ms. Hart. Thanks for asking.”

I love that Evan indulges my inappropriate questions. I think his years around Cheetah have desensitized him.

“Fantastic. I’ve heard that the right side is much trickier. Any big plans for Thanksgiving tomorrow?”

He nods. “I get off work at six. Then my wife and I will go to our daughter’s house for dinner with her and her family. Of course, we’ll also be watching the Camels game. ”

“Oh right, they play tomorrow night.” That’s why Vance and Daylen couldn’t come to Thanksgiving dinner.

“And your plans?” he asks.

“We’re all going to a friend’s house.” We’re going to Quincy’s. We’re only doing it for Arizona. He’s persona non-grata with our crew right now. “Have you seen the birthday boy today?”

Evan lifts his eyebrow. “He’s been wearing a crown and pink birthday girl sash all day, telling everyone he passes that it’s his birthday.”

I let out a laugh. “That sounds like him. He likes being the center of attention.”

Evan fights a smile. “I’ve indulged him by calling him Sir Cruz Gonzales, Knight of South Philly, all day. It’s the one day each year I call him that.”

“You’re so good to him. I’m sure he loved it.”

We hear Cheetah shout, “I sure did. I need to get more people to call me that.”

I feign shock. “Don’t you love it more when I call you kitten?”

He blows me a kiss. “Only when you make me purr like one.”

Evan smiles at our interaction. “Where are you two kids off to tonight?”

I clap my hands in excitement. “Our first stop will be for dinner.”

Cheetah’s eyes widen. “Is it Indian food? That’s my favorite.”

I make a look of disgust. “Ew. No. I’m introducing you to the greatest way to eat dinner ever. Fondue. I can’t believe you’ve never been to a fondue restaurant.”

Cheetah asks, “What’s our second stop?”

I wink. “It’s not PG enough for Evan’s virgin ears.”

Cheetah grins. “Let’s skip to stop two.”

I bop his nose. “All good things to those little boys who wait.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and softly kiss his big lips. “Happy birthday, Sir Cruz Gonzales, Knight of South Philly.”

He dips me and kisses me hard in return. When he pulls me back up, he says, “If you play your cards right, you could be the Dame of South Philly.”

“Why would I want to be dame when I’m already a queen?”

He shivers before adjusting himself. “Fuck, that made me hard.”

Evan shakes his head and points down the block. “Be gone before you scare your royal subjects, sir.”

We laugh as Cheetah takes my hand, and we begin our walk toward the restaurant.

He smiles down at me. “Can I get a hint about stop two?”

I shake my head. “Nope, kitten. It’s your present. Can’t open it too early. It’s one of those things you have to see to believe.”

I look at him for a reaction to the clue I just gave him, but he’s oblivious.

We arrive at the restaurant and are seated immediately. I had requested a dark corner because he’s often recognized and people hound him for photographs and autographs. It happens to me now and then too, though not nearly as often as it does to him.

We make it through the first course, cheese, and the second course, shrimp and steak, which we cook in a vegetable broth. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t love this, but he’s pretending to for my sake.

When it comes time for dessert, I naturally order dark chocolate. He smiles when it arrives along with a big plate of fruit and cakes for us to dip into the chocolate. “Does stop two entail me rubbing this chocolate all over your body and eating it off you?”

“No, but that’s not a terrible idea.” I sigh. “You don’t like this place, do you?”

“I like the company. And I’d like it more if you were to spread that chocolate across your lips and kiss me.”

“Hmm. I can do that for you.”

And I do.

When we messily break apart, he takes my hand. “I have to ask you something. You’re going to be reluctant at first, but listen all the way through because I’m throwing in a big incentive at the end.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “I’m listening.”

“I told you that I go home for Christmas every year, right?”

“Yes.”

“And that my mother is relentless about me marrying that woman from my hometown.”

“I remember. Mariana, the hot yet boring woman.”

He nods. "That's right. My younger brother mentioned that our mother has been looking for an engagement ring for Mariana, as if I would ever let her buy one for my future wife. As if I’m ever going to propose to Mariana.”

I cross my arms. I’m not sure what he wants from me. “Where is this going?”

He fidgets nervously. “Is there any chance you’d be willing to come home with me and pretend to be my full-fledged girlfriend?” He holds up his hands. “It’s just pretend. I know we’re only in a flingationship. We would fly there on Christmas Eve morning and we’d be there for about five nights.”

My shoulders fall. “I want to help you, I really do, but I can’t just leave my sister for Christmas. It’s not like we have other family in the area. Arizona is gone and Ripley is leaving in two days. We have no idea when she’s coming back.”

“What about Tanner?”

“What about him?”

“I’m pretty sure your sister is secretly banging him.”

I raise an eyebrow. “How do you know about that?”

“Tanner is my agent and my friend.”

“He talks about my sister with you?” I find that hard to believe.

“Umm, no. Tanner could have twenty-five children in an apartment nearby and we wouldn’t know. He doesn’t share at all, but we may have given him the nudge he needed to seal the deal with Bailey. He was pining after her for a long time. It was obvious. ”

“Hmm, we’ll get back to that.” I shake my head. “I’m sorry. I won’t leave her alone on Christmas.”

“She can spend it with Tanner and Harper. I know Tanner wouldn’t mind.”

I take a few deep breaths as anxiety begins to kick in. “Cruz, I’ve never been away from her for more than one night. And I’ve certainly never been in a different state than her.”

His eyes widen in shock. “For real?”

I nod.

He thinks for a moment before placing his napkin on the table. “I’m not done. I was prepared for some resistance. I have a counteroffer.”

I smile. “I didn’t realize that this was a negotiation. Let’s hear it.”

“We’ll spend a few days with my family with you being the doting girlfriend, and then I’ll take you on an all-expenses paid trip to Jamaica for the New Year. Four days and nights in paradise. You and me. Beautiful scenery, perfect weather, great food, new adventures, and lots of fucking. All the fucking you want, any way you want it.”

I steeple my fingers. “You drive a hard bargain, counselor. I understand why you want me to come home with you. Can you give me a few days to talk to my sister about it? I need to make sure she’s taken care of, and I need to wrap my mind around being apart from her for that long.”

I chew my lip, and he notices. “What else? What am I missing?” he asks.

“Well…I’m a nervous flyer. Like crazy, pacing, doomsday, disruptive-to-the-flight kind of nervous. My sister has to calm me on every plane ride. I’ve never flown without her.”

He lets out a laugh. “You fly for your job. All the time.”

I blow out a breath. “I know. I hate it. My poor teammates suffer through it every damn time.”

“It’s kind of ironic that you chose a college across the country from your hometown. One where you had to fly far away. ”

“That should show you how much I needed to get away from my mother.”

“Got it. I appreciate you considering it. I may have already told my mother that my girlfriend was coming home with me, but I can always call one of my regulars if you can’t make it.”

I’m calling his bluff. “Give me the name of one of your regulars.”

“Umm…Tami.”

“Tami who?”

“Tami Maida.”

I let out a laugh. “You’re the worst liar ever. That’s Gemma’s pen name.”

“Shit. How do you know that?”

“My sister reads her books. And you have them all on your bookshelf, dipshit.”

He twists his lips. “Okay, I’ll wait for your answer.” His lower lip protrudes out. “Please come with me.”

“Just give me a few days. In the meantime, are you ready for your birthday gift?”

CHEETAH

We have to take a cab to the address Kam gave the driver. It’s in an area of town I’ve never been to. I wouldn’t call it the high-rent district.

She’s wearing her signature mischievous look throughout the entire ride. I can’t imagine what we’re doing.

The past few weeks with Kamryn have been amazing. She’s let her carefully constructed walls come down a bit. Not a lot, but I get tidbits of the real her now and then in the forts she’s come to love. And the sex? It’s mind-blowing. We’ve been going at it like rabbits. I’ve never had this kind of connection with a woman before.

We arrive at a building with no signage and minimal lighting. “Are you planning to murder me, Kam bam?”

Her lips curl in amusement. “No, but a little choking might be involved.”

“Color me intrigued.”

She lets out a laugh. “I bet.”

She knocks on the big metal front door of the building. A giant muscular man in a suit opens it and she gives him her name. He scrolls through his iPad until he seems satisfied, after which he allows us to enter.

Once in the small lobby, there’s a sign leading into a better-lit area. It reads Club Yeur . “We’re going to a club? Not what I was expecting but I do love dancing with you.”

She shakes her head. “It’s not that kind of club, and I can’t believe you’ve never been here. It’s right up your twisted alley.”

“What kind of club is it?”

We emerge from the darkness into the lights. They’re not bright, but brighter than the dark area of the entryway. There’s music, but it’s not loud. It’s in the background and very sultry. There’s a giant bar, several sofas, and a handful of tables and chairs. There are also multiple hallways that look like they lead to other rooms. The patrons, all dressed unusually nicely, aren’t just talking. Several of them are full-blown getting it on. More so than what you’d expect at a bar that looks like this.

I look at her. “What is this place?”

“Club Yeur as in vo yeur . For lack of a better term, it’s a sex club. It’s about making your fantasies come true.”

My mouth starts to water. Holy fuck. How do I not know about this place ?

A different man approaches us with an iPad. “Ms. Hart?”

She nods. “Yes.”

“Everything is set up for you and your friend. Follow me.”

I turn to her. “What does Kamryn Hart have up her sexy sleeve?”

She takes my hand, and we follow the man to what appears to be a private room. Before we go in, he gives her a few safety instructions that I don’t listen to because the throb in my dick has suddenly become so damn loud.

When we eventually walk into the room, we see a huge wooden bed along with a sitting area set up as though whoever is sitting will be watching whatever is going on in the bed. The room's colors are darker reds and greens, like a Ralph Lauren vibe. The lights are low, but not low enough that you can’t see everything.

Kam instructs the man to give her two minutes to explain before showtime. What is showtime? Dear god, I feel like I’m at Disneyland.

He leaves, and Kam tells me to sit on the sofa before asking me, “Have you ever read one of those choose-your-own-adventure books?”

I nod. “When I was a kid.”

“This is a little like that. You get to choose what you want tonight. In a minute, a blonde woman and a brunette woman are going to walk in here. You, birthday boy, get to choose what goes down.”

Fucking hell. I have to rub my cock through my pants. “What are my options? Be very specific.”

“Anything you want except you can only pick one of them to stay. I already blew my budget on this evening. I know you prefer brunettes, and you know I prefer blonde women. What you choose will determine which will stay. I can sit and watch you with the brunette. You can sit and watch me with the blonde.” She visibly swallows. “Or you can pick one and the three of us can do whatever you want. I met both girls earlier today when I came down to deal with all the paperwork and make a few selections. They’re both beautiful and sexy.”

“I feel like this is a test.”

She lets out a laugh. “I promise it’s not. I genuinely want you to have a good time. I want you to get whatever it is that you want. A little fantasy fulfillment. It’s my gift to you…and me.”

The thing is, I don’t actually want another woman. I know she wants me to want other women to prove that we’re not headed for anything real, but I don’t. I haven’t since I met her. Why would I ever want sardines when caviar is on the menu?

Watching her with a woman is a whole other story though. I can’t imagine anything hotter.

Without any hesitation, I respond, “I want to watch you.”

She tilts her head to the side. “Are you sure you don’t want to join?”

I shake my head. “I want to sit here and touch myself while I watch you do your thing.”

She slowly nods. “Okay, but you’re still in charge. You get to direct us.”

I let out a moan. “Fuck, Kam. I might come before this even starts.”

She points at me and commands, “Don’t you dare. My only request is that you wait until I’m done and then blow in my mouth and only my mouth. Are you good with that?”

My cock leaks but I rasp out, “Yes, ma’am.”

Kam opens the door and whispers into the hallway while I take my spot on the couch. A sexy blonde walks in wearing lingerie in a cheetah pattern. I wonder if it’s a coincidence. She’s got bright blue eyes and full tits. She resembles Tanner’s ex-wife, Fallon, who’s even more beautiful than the blonde woman in here with us.

But I’m not interested in the blonde. It’s the brunette I want to watch.

“Kitten, this is Bambi.” Kam and I both smirk, knowing that it’s not her real name. At least I hope it’s not. “You tell us what you want us to do. We’re entirely at your command. Every single movement. Every single touch.”

I lick my lips as I rub my cock through my pants again. This is stupid hot. “Position yourselves so I can see both of you. I want you to simply kiss for a bit.”

Standing next to the bed, Kam runs her fingers through the woman’s hair. As their lips are about to meet, I yell out, “Stop. Bambi, take Kamryn’s clothes off first. Strip her to her bra and panties like you.”

Bambi nods before lifting Kam’s tight little sweater over her head. Kam is wearing the same cheetah print bra as Bambi. She planned the undergarments. She’s a goddess. This might be every fantasy I’ve ever had rolled into one.

Bambi then gets on her knees and pulls down Kam’s skirt until it pools on the floor. Fuuuuck. She’s wearing a matching silk thong.

Kam is tall, probably about five feet, eight inches. Her legs are toned and go on for miles. They might be my favorite thing about her, but it’s hard to pick one because she’s so damn beautiful.

She’s a professional athlete and built like one with defined muscles everywhere, but none more perfect than her ass. She’s got an ass that women undoubtedly pay for or spend thousands of dollars at the gym to try to earn but can never quite get there. Her arms are sculpted but not bulky. And her tits? They fit perfectly in my hands and practically melt in my mouth.

Kam clears her throat, bringing me back to the present. Yep, I was busted ogling her .

“Now I want you two to kiss at your own pace. Let your hands roam free, but make sure they roam.”

Bambi’s eyes happily take in Kam’s body. “You’re beautiful.”

Bambi is shorter and curvier than Kam. Sexy in a totally different kind of way. She’s softer, with bigger hips and less muscle.

Bambi’s hands run up Kam’s body while Kam’s fingers thread through Bambi’s hair again as their lips meet for the first time. I swear to god, I almost come in my pants for the first time since I was thirteen.

I’ve watched more than my fair share of woman-on-woman porn, but watching someone you know, someone you’re into, kiss another woman? It’s off-the-charts hot.

I can’t help but let out a moan. This might be over before it even starts.

Kam is definitely in charge of the kiss. Her tongue is very clearly moving around Bambi’s mouth while Bambi simply follows suit. It’s very different from our kisses. I suppose it makes sense for Kam to be the more dominant partner in her same-sex encounters, but she likes to be dominated when she’s with me.

“Touch her tits, Kam.”

Kam’s hands immediately move down to Bambi’s massive tits that are overflowing out of her bra. Unlike Kam’s, Bambi’s tits are obviously fake. Such a turnoff for me, but Kamryn doesn’t seem to mind in the least as she pulls the cups of the flimsy bra down and runs her fingers over Bambi’s nipples.

“Bambi, take Kam’s bra off.”

Bambi does as I instructed. I watch Kam’s full tits bounce free from the confines of her bra as if it’s in slow motion. Unlike Bambi’s, they move in a natural way. She’s objectively the sexiest woman in existence.

Their kiss turns even more passionate. Kam’s hands move down to Bambi’s panties as if she’s preparing to remove them. “No, no, no. I’m in charge, Kam bam. Leave those in place.” I don’t want to see Bambi. I want to see Kam. “Bambi, remove Kamryn’s panties. Slowly. Very slowly. Kiss down her body as you do.”

Kam smiles as the kiss breaks. Bambi slowly runs her lips down Kam’s chest and stomach. Her fingertips surround Kam’s waist before reaching the sides of her panties. She achingly slowly draws them down her long legs while her tongue glides down Kam’s leg.

My pants can no longer contain my dick. I unbutton and unzip them before pulling my boxer briefs down enough for my cock to spring free. I squeeze it, needing some amount of relief. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life. I can feel every vein in my dick pulsating against my hand.

Bambi runs her eyes and fingertips back up Kamryn’s entire body. I can tell how turned on she is by Kam. Who wouldn’t be?

Kam looks at me waiting for instruction. “Lie down on the bed, Kam. Spread your legs so I can see your pussy.”

Kam does as I said, before again waiting for more instructions. How did this become my life? Best. Birthday. Ever.

“Touch yourself. Bambi, play with Kam’s tits while I watch her touch herself. Take note of how she likes it. Her g-spot is shallow on the front left side.”

Bambi’s panties are still on. So is her bra, but the cups are pulled down. I’m half tempted to tell her to pull them up, but I don’t. I’m not even paying attention to her anyway.

With her eyes locked on mine, Kam’s hand slowly runs down her own body. She puts on a show for me by starting at her tits, running through her cleavage, down her muscular belly, over her pelvic bone, and eventually her fingers run through her slit. I can hear how wet she is .

I start to stroke myself, unable to wait any longer. I tried to slow-play it, but a man can only handle so much.

Kam’s eyes move down to my cock as she first dips two fingers inside herself and then rubs her wetness all over her pussy.

“Taste yourself, Kam.”

She lifts her fingers and slides them into her mouth, letting out a small moan.

“Tastes good, right?”

She nods.

“Now move them back down and touch your clit.”

She begins to circle her clit as her half-lidded eyes fixate on me stroking my cock. It’s turning her on. I love seeing her so turned on.

I think Bambi is pinching Kam’s nipples, but I don’t care. I’m watching the sexiest woman alive touch herself for my pleasure.

I have no idea how long we’re there, but I know I need to move this along or I’m going to come. “Bambi, make Kamryn come with your mouth. Angle yourself so I can see what you’re doing to her.”

Kam pinches her eyebrows together. She clearly expected me to want the opposite. Kam loves to boast about how quickly she can make a woman come. She probably assumed I’d want to see it in action. Bambi’s pleasure is inconsequential to me. It’s Kam’s I treasure.

Bambi crawls onto the bed and kisses her way down Kam’s body until her face is buried between Kam’s legs. Bambi’s tongue takes its first sweep through her and I watch the bliss rush over Kam’s face. That’s the money shot for me.

“Kamryn, use your words. Big words. Tell me what you’re feeling.”

“It feels sublime.”

I smile. “Give me more. ”

She fists the sheets as her breathing picks up, but still manages to say, “I’m enraptured by Bambi tonguing my fandango.”

I can’t help but chuckle. I love her mind.

For a bit, my eyes toggle between what Bambi is doing and Kam’s face. Surprisingly, I prefer her face. It’s hard for me to see her face when my tongue is in her pussy. I love having the opportunity to see what it does to her from a different angle.

With mine and Kam’s eyes locked on each other, I watch until Bambi makes her come undone. Kam’s back arches, and she bites her lip. I ache to be that lip. Her hands squeeze her own breasts in a way that I wonder if it’s hurting her.

I have to stop stroking myself and squeeze my dick to the point of pain to make sure I don’t come. Having a bird’s eye view of Kam’s explosive orgasm will now forever be my Roman Empire.

“Thanks, Bambi. Can you please head out?”

A moment of shock and then clear disappointment splashes across Bambi’s face before she fixes her bra and walks out of the room.

Kam is still on the bed breathing heavily. With labored breaths, she asks, “You don’t want more than that?”

“ That was the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life. There’s no topping it. And if I don’t come in the next minute, I might actually die.”

Realization hits her as she immediately pops out of the bed and stalks toward me like the naked goddess she is. She immediately drops to her knees between my legs and runs her hands up my thighs before pulling my pants and boxer briefs down to my ankles. My whole fucking body shivers at her touch.

Her delicate pink tongue slips out of her mouth, and she licks her way up my thigh, all over my length, and eventually to my balls which are feeling particularly heavy right about now. She’s learned quickly how sensitive my balls are and how much I enjoy her giving them attention.

She sucks them into her mouth and twirls her tongue in circles as she pumps my shaft with her hand. I grit out, “Joder, Kam, no puedo durar. Estas demasiado caliente.” Fuck, Kam, I can’t last. You’re too hot.

She moans with a mouth full of my balls. She fucking loves the Spanish dirty talk even though she doesn’t know what I’m saying.

While gripping my balls, her tongue glides up my already slickened length, where she laps against the severely engorged veins. Kam savors sucking my dick like no one I’ve ever met. She gets off on giving me pleasure nearly as much as I get off giving her pleasure.

She moans as she licks through the moisture pooling at my tip. I’m gripping the sofa for dear life. I’m about to go off like a geyser, but I want to enjoy this a little longer. She hasn’t even put my full dick into her hot little mouth yet.

After what feels like the slowest seduction to ever take place, she finally feeds my cock into her mouth until my tip hits the back of her throat. “Fuuuuuck.”

I grip her hair because I know how much she loves when I do. I can pull her hair as hard as I want. It only serves to turn her on that much more.

She mumbles, “Harder,” around my cock. Yep, she loves when I roughly fuck her mouth. Did I mention that she’s the perfect woman?

With her hair in my hand, I begin to thrust up into her mouth and push her head down at the same time. She takes it all. The woman has no gag reflex.

One hand works my shaft and with the other she scratches her fingernails over my balls. That’s it for me. I swear I partially black out as I come harder than I’ve ever come before in my life. And long. It keeps going and going until I see some dripping down her chin. That’s an image that will forever live in my mind.

She sits up on her knees and licks around her lips until it’s clean of my semen. “That was like another full fondue course, kitten.”

I chuckle. “Did it taste good?”

She looks down at her finger which has a few drops on it and then feeds it into my mouth. I’ve never tasted my semen before. As soon as it hits my tongue, I harden again, and she notices. She shakes her head. “I told you that you were bi.”

I tickle her and she giggles. I make a show of licking around my mouth. “Hmm. I think the pineapples are working. I’m delicious.” Pulling her to sit across my lap, I hold her naked body in my arms. “Thanks for my present. Do you have a receipt in case I want to exchange it?”

“Are you already looking to trade me in?”

“Maybe I’ll take Barbie home with me.”

She playfully smacks my chest. “It’s Bambi, not Barbie.”

“Ahh, right. I’m sure that was her birth name,” I sarcastically quip.

“No doubt.” She runs her fingers through my hair as her smile fades a bit. “Why didn’t you want me to do anything to her? I was hoping to show off my mad skills.” She flicks her tongue suggestively.

I glance down at my cock. “You did show off your mad skills.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I do. I don’t know. I like your face when you come. That does it for me more than anything. Fuck, just watching you kiss her was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. So hot that I’m ready to put my sour cream in your burrito.” I thrust my boner against her for added effect.

She wiggles her eyebrows. “Will this gland-to-gland combat be happening here or back at one of our places? They have private rooms where you can watch other people have sex. You can caulk the tub while we do that. We’ll call it birthday gift number two.”

I aimlessly rub her nipples with my fingers just because I can. “Tempting, and I’d like to come back here one day soon, but I want to get you home and have my wicked way with you all night.” I tap my head. “What happened here tonight will forever live rent-free in my mind. Besides, Evan will worry if we’re out too late.”

She lets out a laugh. “I think we’ve scarred Evan for life.”

I nod. Kam loves pushing his buttons as much as I do.

I grab her chin. “Thanks for tonight. It’s the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

“Watching Bambi go down on me made it your best birthday?” she asks.

I blow out a breath. “No. Being with you and you unashamedly feeding my inner freak made it my best birthday.”

“Takes one to know one.”

That’s why we’re perfect together. It’s now my mission to get her to see that too.