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The skin-to-skin contact when her hand wraps around my length has my body convulsing. But when she leans her head down and presses those pretty little lips to the tip of my hard cock, I shiver. She sucks me in and I slide one hand into her hair.

“Shit. Cammie, you don’t have to do this. Not now.”

She pulls back slightly, her hand teasing my balls. “Why? Do you not want to play my game anymore?”

“No,” I blurt. “I want to play. I want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

I fist her hair and draw her head nearer, the yearning for this pleasure to never stop trembling through my body.

She licks and sucks my dick like it’s the best ice cream cone she’s ever tasted and I revel in it. The way she takes me in and pulls back out has me so close to the edge, I’m quivering.

“Fuck. I’m going to coat your throat with my cum,” I say it like it’s a warning, but she doesn’t let up. She simply continues to not only blow me, but blow my mind in the process.

Her head bobs faster and I’m on the brink of spilling. I fight against the urge to close my eyes while the pleasure hits the ultimate height. While stars burst before my vision, I keep my eyes on the road, and one hand on the steering wheel. My hips jolt and lift off the seat while my cock surges, and thrusts against her tongue. And holy shit.

With my fingers still tangled in her hair, my dick twitches before she releases her hold on me at last. She sits up on her knees and wipes the back of her hand against her mouth. She smiles proudly at me and it’s the fucking cutest thing I’ve ever seen.

“You’re sexy as hell. You know that?” I say, nearly breathless.

I pull her in to kiss me. I don’t even care if I taste myself on her. I’m completely captivated by her.

She pulls back and says, “Four to two, Mr. Mendes. I won.”

A sly smile pulls on my lips as I graze my thumb across her cheekbone. “I think I’m the one who won.” I wink at her and she snorts into her fist.

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After Cammie drawson the map for a while, she dozes in and out. I find myself staring at her more often than not. Feeling like I can never tire of this view. Only about four more days remain, so I decide that allowing myself the pleasure is not only okay, but necessary.

Part of me thinks when this road trip ends, that maybe we can make this thing work between us. If Jones doesn’t kill me. Just maybe I can let her in. The idea of it doesn’t sound as bat-shit crazy as it has in the past.

But then that raw emotion of being abandoned as a kid hits me like a Mack truck, and I can’t bring myself to even suggest it to her.

I won’t put myself through that again. That kind of hurt. I don’t ever want to be lonely again.

But part of me knows Cammie has already left her mark. She’s woven herself into the workings of not only my life but my heart. Parting ways with her will be fucking excruciating.

And what will I be left with? A gaping hole in my heart, that’s what. The same as my dad left. Which is exactly what I was trying to avoid.

It will take me a lifetime to get over her.

CHAPTER19

Camille

Yosemite is gorgeous. We load enough snacks and water into Maverick’s backpack for the eight-mile hike roundtrip. This will be perfect for some epic photo opportunities for him.

After we take a scenic drive, we set off on our trek, and I’m unusually quiet. There’s too much swirling through my mind to concentrate on a conversation.

But I know Maverick is aware something is up. It’s only a matter of time before he questions my reserved behavior. I don’t know if it’s being surrounded by nature, being with Maverick, or what, but my brain is digging deep.

“What’s on your mind, Sunshine?”

Oof. There it is. The million-dollar question.

I step over a large rock on the path and stretch my fingers at my sides. “Life. Me... you.” I don’t even take a peek at him, afraid if I see concern in his eyes, I’ll confess the things I’m holding back. Like how my mind has been considering making the suggestion of a real relationship with him. Even though it’s bad idea.

I’m not even sure how that would look. The two of us dating. Hanging out at The Pines with Jones hovering. Attending family get-togethers as a couple. My dad saying he’ll get used to it but knowing full well he never will.

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