Page 8 of Dirty Little Mistake

I wanted to chill, smoke in peace, and then go find Cam.

Pulling my blunt to my lips, I flicked the lighter, bringing the heat to the tip, and inhaled as I leaned back on the granite countertop.

"I knew I'd find you here."

The voice slithered through the darkness. I exhaled smoke, watching it curl in the dim light as footsteps clicked closer. Another groupie—this one small and dark-haired like Cam, but wrong in all the ways that mattered. My jaw clenched.

"Can I have a hit?" Each word dripped with suggestion as she swayed closer.

I shook my head as I pushed off the counter. "I prefer to smoke alone tonight." I moved to the living room, sinking into the plush leather sofa. I closed my eyes as my head fell back against the couch, assuming the groupie got the point, but I should have known better. Girls like her didn't give up that easily.

I flinched as her hands curled around my thighs, and my eyes flashed open to see her lowering to her knees in front of me.

"That's okay." She smirked as she reached up, her hands working my fly open. "That's not what I wanted between my lips anyway."

It took a minute for the initial shock to wear off. I grabbed her hands as she reached down to my open pants. "What the fuck?" Her head dropped between my legs as she hummed against the denim of my jeans. "What is wrong with you?" I shifted, pushing off the couch, and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her off me as my pants dropped. I wasn't wearing any underwear.

She licked her full lips as her gaze raked over my cock. "Fuck, baby, they said you were big, but big is an understatement. Do you want to come on my face?"

This is a first for me.

"No..." I snapped.

"You can fuck my face and come down my throat." She reached out for my cock, and I shoved her back.

"What the fuck?"

Her voice shattered the darkness. My heart stopped, then lurched into overdrive as I met Cam's eyes across the room. The groupie's hands still ghosted over my thighs, my jeans still open and my cock out.

"Cam..." The word scraped my throat. The hope drained from her face, replaced by something harder, colder.

"You only invited me because of Kai, didn't you?" Each word fell like ice.

"Cam..." We had everyone's attention. This situation was apparently more amusing than fucking.

"Just stay away from me, Trystan," she snapped before turning and storming out.

"Shit," I growled, shifting to follow her, but my pants were still around my ankles so I stumbled.

"It's okay, baby." The groupie smiled. "I'll take care of you. I'll let you do anything you want."

"Good." I gripped her shoulders tightly and pulled her to her feet. "I want you to fuck off."

I didn't wait for a response as I jerked up my pants and stormed out of the pool house, searching for Cam.

I knew what Cam was thinking, and she was so wrong. I'd never been so worried I'd fucked up something I hadn't even realized I'd wanted so bad, and this time it wasn't my fault.

Chapter 3

Camryn

Bass thundered through the walls as I shouldered past the crowd, my vision blurring. "I'm leaving," I angrily muttered as I passed Kaia and Jax.

"Wait," Kaia snapped. I didn't want to stop. I wanted to escape and hide my embarrassment somewhere far away. Far away from him. But Kaia was my best friend, and this wasn't her fault. "What happened?"

"Trystan." I sniffled, trying hard to hold back the tears that threatened to break free. I pointed toward the pool house. Rational me knew I shouldn't complain about Trystan to Kaia. He was her stepbrother, her family, and they were close. I didn't want to cause issues between them, but I was so hurt, so angry that rational me was gone and replaced with unreasonable Cam, and I couldn't stop myself. "He's screwing some girl in the pool house right now. He didn't invite me because he wanted me here. He invited me because he wantedyouhere." My gaze flicked over Kaia's shoulder, and I spotted Trystan following meas he readjusted his pants. I didn't bother saying anything else before I stormed off.

A mixture of emotions punched me in the chest: hurt and anger, but most of all, I felt stupid, stupid for believing a guy like Trystan West could actually fall for a small-town nobody like me.

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