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Camille is mine. It doesn’t matter that she shouldn’t be because we’re graduating in a month and who knows where we’ll end up. Or that she could break my heart. Aurora’s words are finally making their way to my core, changing the roots that were wilted and needed to go. Filling me with new possibilities.
I shake my head. “I’m so fucking sorry. I should’ve been more careful.”
“We didn’t think anyone would be there, and even if someone was, we wouldn’t expect them to stop and record it. It’s gone now. Don’t blame yourself, please,” she pleads, stroking my beard in a comforting way.
“And that motherfucker. I’m going to lose it if I see him again. How dare he put his hands on you?”
“Ryker, don’t do that. He…he has something on you that he also threatened to expose if I didn’t follow his orders.” Her voice carries a twinge of worry as she bites on her lip.
“He told me a few weeks ago that he knew about it,” I admit as my hands begin to trace circles on her back, needing to feel her in order to keep me calm.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks.
“It’s not something I’m proud of. The whole thing was an accident. We were fighting because he wouldn’t leave Theo’s sister alone, and when we fell, I accidentally fell on his arm at the wrong angle.”
“You can share all the parts of you, Ryker. The good and bad ones. I want them all. Not that this was bad, because it’s not. It was an accident, but you get my point, right?” She looks at me for confirmation and I give it with a nod.
“My brother’s head of PI, Idris, whom I have a lot to tell you about, by the way, thinks you should talk to your agent and get ahead of this, in case Travis does tell people. His team is going to get rid of any articles about it, shall they arise, but the best course of action is for you to tell them, spin the story your way.”
I blow out a breath as tension forms behind my neck. This is going to be a shitstorm, but I’d rather be ahead of it than in the midst of it. “You’re right. Thank you for looking out for me. You didn’t need to do that. I could’ve handled this on my own,” I tell her.
Camille shakes her head, then rests her forehead against mine. “It’s okay to have someone in your corner too, you know.”
“I’m glad I have you, Rocky,” I tease, lightening the mood.
“What does that mean?” she asks, seemingly confused.
My mouth gapes at that. “You’ve never seen Rocky?”
“Nope. I didn’t grow up watching American television. I’ve been catching up the last four years, but I haven’t seen everything yet.”
“Rocky is a boxer, and since you kicked Travis’s ass tonight, it felt fitting.” I smirk, earning myself a wide smile from her.
It suddenly dawns on me that this was similar to what happened to her back home. “Are you okay?” I ask, and somehow she understands exactly what I’m asking.
“Yeah, I think it was healing for me in a way. To be able to protect myself when for so long I feared everyone around me. I’m sure I’ll still have nightmares from time to time, but it was liberating in a weird way.” She grins, looking pleased with herself.
“That’s my girl, but just know, I’m going to kick his ass too.”
“Ryker, don’t bother. He’s not worth getting suspended or ticking him off to share stories to the media,” she points out.
I groan, laying my head back on the couch. “I’ll agree, but I’m not happy about it.”
“Are we okay? I know we’re just friends with benefits and this caused a lot of issues you probably didn’t want to deal with,” she stammers, eyes filled with uncertainty.
I sit up straight as my hand strokes her cheek, my thumb rubbing gently under her eye. Fuck, I could get lost in those eyes and never look for directions back. While I want to tell her we’re far from just being friends with benefits, I don’t think it’s the right time after all that’s happened tonight.
We both need clearer headspaces and enough energy to have that conversation. It’s not something to breeze over. There’s too much to consider to do that.
“You and me, we’re always good, princess.” I nudge my nose against her, breathing in her cotton candy scent.
Camille takes the lead, her lips pressing against mine. Our kiss starts off sweet as we take our time. Her hands rest on my neck while mine tighten on her hips, grinding her against my growing erection.
“Ryker.” Her voice is breathy and needy, and it’s all for me. That fact alone makes me grow harder, and gone are the sweet kisses.
Our teeth clash as our kiss turns more heated. Her thin and barely there sleep shorts don’t do anything to hide how wet she is, and I can feel it on my sweats as she grinds that sweet little pussy all over me.
Our tongues enter a seductive dance as we suck and lavish each other’s mouths while our hips move, looking for any friction we can get.
