Page 73 of Dirty Little Mistake

Camryn

"Are you faking an orgasm?" Trystan's voice cut through the silence. I froze, my hand stilling on the toy. My cheeks heated with embarrassment, and I hoped the room was dark enough to hide it.

How the fuck did he know that?

The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room, accentuating the sharp angles of Trystan's face as he frowned at me.

He strolled back into the room, stopping a few feet away from the bed. "Cam?" I remained motionless, hoping he'd take the hint and leave. "Camryn," he snapped, his patience clearly wearing thin. "I know you're faking. Why?"

I blew out an exaggerated sigh, the sour tang of alcohol still clinging to my breath. My bare feet slapped against the hardwood floor as I threw my legs off the bed and sat up. My gaze dropped to the toy in my hand as my thumb searched for the power-off button and tossed it behind me. "Just go away, Trystan."

Trystan's jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek as I struggled to maintain eye contact. "Yeah, I'm not gonna do that." He stepped forward, the bed dipping as he sat beside me. "What's going on, Cam?"

My gaze dropped to my naked chest. Shit, I was too drunk for this. I snatched a pillow off the bed, clutching it to my chest like a shield. The cool fabric pressed against my flushed skin, reminding me just how naked I was. "What's wrong is you're a cock blocker that won't just disappear."

"Cam..." Trystan leaned forward, his eyes searching my face. His tone left no room for evasion. "Be real. What's going on?"

"You really want to know what's wrong?" I raised my brows as my gaze met his. He nodded. "Fine." I pushed off the bed and whipped around to face him. "I haven't been able to get off since..." I paused, rolling my eyes. I couldn't believe I was saying that out loud and to him, of all people, but it was his fault. "Since you."

His eyes widened. "Me?" His brows pulled together. "Wait?" He leaned forward. "Are you saying that Owen..."

"No," I cut him off. Then, I realized I didn't know exactly what he was going to say. I averted my gaze, fingers twisting the edge of the pillowcase. "Owen and I haven't..." I trailed off, the unfinished sentence speaking volumes. "We haven't gone there because he wants to be more than a rebound, but honestly, I haven't even wanted to."

"But you do now? With me?" A shiver ran down my spine as Trystan's gaze met mine. My breath quickened, a flush creeping up my neck, warmth pooling low in my belly.

"I'm drunk, and I'm horny, and I haven't been able to get myself off since…" I threw my hand up at him not wanting to repeat myself again. "And you scared off my only chance of maybe getting off tonight."

"Maybe if we talked..."

"I don't want to talk, Trystan," I interrupted. I didn't want to talk about what happened or why he did what he did. I just wanted him to shut up and... My gaze lifted, meeting his. "I don't want to talk." I prowled toward him, my hips swaying with each deliberate step. I pulled the pillow away from my chest, holding it to the side of me before dropping it to the ground.

Trystan's eyes widened, his pupils dilating as I invaded his personal space. His spine stiffened, and his legs spread wider to allow me room as I settled between them. His large hands curled around the back of my thighs, squeezing lightly.

His eyes traveled slowly up my body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Tension crackled between us like static electricity, making the fine hairs on my arms stand up. "I want you to let me use you the way you used me."

"Cam, I didn't...."

Heat coursed through my body, a restless energy that made me shift from foot to foot. The alcohol in my system amplified every sensation. "Shhh," I hushed him, lowering my voice to a whisper as I slid my hands around the back of his neck and my fingers into his hair. "I don't care. You want me?" He nodded. "This is the only way you'll ever have me again. So, lay back and let me use you for one last night."

Trystan's eyes darkened with desire, but his jaw clenched tight, his entire body rigid with restraint. I traced a finger down his chest, feeling his muscles twitch beneath my touch, fighting against his own self-control. "You'll hate me in the morning."

"I hate you right now."

Trystan's brow furrowed, concern etching lines around his eyes. "You'll regret it when you sober up."

"No, I won't." My voice cracked on the last word, betraying the desperation I was trying so hard to hide. I leaned in closer, close enough to feel the heat of his breath against my lips, silently willing him to understand. "I need this."

Sadness twisted across his face. "You need to get me out of your system..." It wasn't a question. He knew exactly what I meant.

Chapter 35

Trystan

My chest tightened, each breath a struggle as I stared up at her. My hands trembled slightly, caught between the urge to pull her closer and push her away. A dull ache bloomed in my chest, spreading outward until it felt like my ribcage was constricting.

She wanted me out of her system. She wanted to move on without me, and knowing that cut so much deeper.

I had two options: I could give her what she wanted, enjoy my last night with her, and hope that it only made her want more, or walk away and always wonder what might have been or worse she'd find a random stranger to use.

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