Page 74 of Puppy Love

Cam lifts my leg over her shoulder, just like I had done to her in the storage closet. Her face settles between my thighs, hesitating for just a moment before she licks a hot, wet stripe up the center of me. I groan, gripping the sidebar to steady myself. Cam looks up at me with a soft smile, then does it again. My veins tingle from the sensation, my fingers curling desperately. It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone touch me like this. All tongue and hands, warmth and care.

Cam pulls back slightly and then slides two fingers through my slick center.

“God, baby,” she groans and watches as her fingers unravel me. My hips rock forward, one hand still on the sidebar as the other finds the shower curtain and tightens its grip around it. Her fingers dip inside me, one at first, then both. They curl, tracing my inner walls as my eyes squeeze shut. A hot sensation, a slick one, finds its way to my clit. She licks circles around it, her fingers circling inside of me as they dip further and further in.

“Cam,” I groan needily, releasing the shower curtain so I can find her hair. I run my fingers through her thick, wet locks, before I tighten my grip around them. Cam’s head tilts in circles, her tongue dancing around my clit and making my stomach tighten. Despite the warm steam from the shower, goosebumps brush across my skin when she mutters against my heat.

“God, Violet. You look so gorgeous with your pussy in my mouth.”

Fuck.

I groan, pulling Cam’s face further into me by her hair. I release it immediately, as guilt washes over me.

“Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean t—”

“Violet,” she cuts in, tilting her head to the side. “Do you trust me?”

I look down at her, and drops pelt her pretty pink cheeks. Her lips glisten in the low bathroom light, and I don’t know how to explain to her why I do. Why I trust her. I nod.

“Then ride my face like you don’t care if I live.”

My hand slides to the back of her head and pulls her face back into me. The warm familiarity of her mouth finds my throbbing clit instantly, and her fingers travel back inside me like they were crafted to fit. Heat floods my body, but I don’t think it has anything to do with the water. My heart thrums against my chest, and my head rocks back with every roll of my hips against Cam’s sweet, gorgeous face. Her free hand grips my hips, her nails sinking into the tender skin.

“Fuck, yes.”

Cam’s grip around me tightens, and my own in her hair does the same. Her tongue slides back toward my entrance, where her fingers twist just right to run along the inside of me, then back up to my swollen clit. I feel it building, the pressure, the need. A high-pitched moan escapes my lips, which Cam takes as her cue to speed up.

“God, fuck!”

I hold the back of her head steady, my heel digging into her spine as I buck my hips inward, the curve of her face giving me just enough friction to come undone. She lets out a moan too, pulling me into her with so much force, that my standing leg begins to buckle. I leverage myself against the wall. I give one last thrust into her, the knot in my stomach releasing.*

My fingertips tingle as something rushes through my stomach. The void in my chest slowly closes as I look down at Cam, her face dipping out from between my thighs. Her cheeks are red, her lips swollen, and I don’t know why I feel like I’m about to fall apart. My chest heaves as my muscles relax, and Cam stands, her hand immediately moving to cup the underside of my chin.

“Hey,” she says softly, waiting for me to meet her eye. I swallow, hesitantly guiding them up to look at her. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

twenty-five

The Dirty Shirley

Cam

Grief is weird.

Some people lock themselves into a room for years, completely isolating themselves for the rest of their lives. Others, like me, latch onto everything they have left and refuse to let go. Then, of course, there’s Violet.

I can’t judge how she reacted when she thought Reese was going to die. Nobody can. When the person you love most is jeopardized, there isn’t any room for comparison on how you respond. I just can’t help but feel like I failed by complying.

It was amazing, don’t get me wrong. I can’t find it in myself to regret it. But it wasn’t supposed to happen. The contract was supposed to end.

I don’t usually beat around the bush. I’m pretty forward with what I want. But it was different with this. I couldn’t look Violet in the eye and tell her I didn’t want to do this anymore because she would know, in an instant, that it was a lie.

And when she looked at me how she did that night, desperate for a distraction from the tragedies around her, it felt like a sin not to comply. She didn’t make me feel that way. Violet would never make someone feel like they had to do something they didn’t want to. But she’s done a lot for me, whether she knows it or not. Guiding me through things and agreeing to a schedule. I wanted to repay her for that. I wanted to help her how I could.

Hayden had a shit-eating grin when I told him.

Dr. Burton said that he thinks I was moving on and that, just because I had been experiencing the effects of a trauma bond after seeing Cody, doesn’t mean I want to go back.

“In fact,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. “It means you don’t. There wouldn’t be so much internal conflict if it was something you actually wanted.”

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