Page 21 of Abel

Talk about sobering up fast, but watching Abel go all alpha on them has my panties melting and my pussy throbbing. Smiling at Abel, Cam plants his hand firmly around my wrist, saying, “Excuse us,” and leads us away from them. “I see that look in your eyes, and I’m glad Abel was able to diffuse the situation, but now I’m wondering if he’ll be able to put out that flame that’s waiting to combust behind your baby blues.” Cam whisper shouts. God he knows me so well.

“I’m gonna look like a slut if he asks me to dance or fuck, because I’m gonna say yes to both.” Yeah, so now I’m a slut.

Thanks, Jake, and not from State Farm.

“You’re not tied down yet, so being a slut is perfectly okay.” Cam replies, giving my arm a reassuring squeeze as he tugs us back towards Abel. As soon as we make it back to him I can’t force any words out, because Mr. Coffee currently has my attention with his espresso eyes that seem to have taken on a darker shade.

Smiling, he momentarily looks away from me when Hardhead says, “We’re leaving. Let’s go, Buzz.” But Buzz has his eyes on me.

“This ain’t over. Not by a long shot.” Buzz promises.

“It was over before it started, mother fucker.” I say, moving out of Cam's arms and trying to make my way towards him, but a strong hand pulling me back, stops me dead in my tracks.

“Don’t. Let them leave, I wouldn’t want you to witness a murder because someone doesn’t know they don’t touch what doesn’t belong to them.” This has my ears perking up, because now I need to know. I’m literally two beats away from askingwhen he says, “Why don’t you and your boyfriend continue enjoying the night. I promise nobody else will bother you.”

Quickly finding my voice, I say, “Oh, he’s not my boyfriend.” At the same time Cam says ”Eww, she’s not my girlfriend.”

It’s the ew for me.

“Oaf, what was that for?” Cam asks, clutching his stomach. I didn’t punch him because he said I wasn’t his girlfriend, it’s because he said eww.

Mr. Coffee seems to ignore our witty banter, because his espresso colored eyes are so focused on me, raking over my body, drinking me in, and fucking every inch of me. Normally, I would ask if he had a problem, because he was staring too damn long, but with him… It’s different.

“Well, if he’s not your man, you wanna come hang out with me, Sweet Brown?” Sweet brown? The name doesn’t offend me, it excites me, giving my body a little thrill, a lil razzle for my dazzle. Kinda like the feeling you get from riding roller coasters as a kid.

Since I’m not a kid anymore, I know of a ride that’ll give me more of a thrill than any roller coaster ever could.

Silently looking over at Cam to get either his seal of approval or rejection, he surprises me when he takes on the role of big brother/best friend to make sure I’m safe.

“Go ahead, you’re a free woman.” Cam says in a deep voice I don’t recognize as his own.

My heart swells with pride at the sudden change in him.

“Thank you, Cam.” I laugh.

“What are friends for, girlie?” He whispers.

“I love you.” This time, I throw my arms around his neck and hug him super tight.

“And I love you. But if he fucks around, he will find out that Camden Barlett is not the one to play with. I know people.” He whispers again, making me snort with laughter.

“Camden! Stop it.” Inching back towards Abel, I say, “Yes, I’d love to come hang out with you.” I watch as the grin is replaced by a slow, seductive smile. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and my eyes are glued there.

That little motion has the tingle between my legs humming, demanding to be put out sooner rather than later.

The sound of someone clearing their throat is the only thing that pulls me from under his deep, dark spell. When he speaks, I realize he was the one to clear his throat. Oy vey. “See something you like,Marrone Dolce?” Sweet Brown,Marrone Dolce, I wonder what’ll be next?

“Yes, I actually do.” I say, moving away from Cam and stepping right in Abel’s line of sight, crowding his space. His large hands automatically come to rest on my hips, giving them a firm squeeze. “What are you gonna do about it?” My eyes sparkle, mischief dancing behind them. In the famous words of Beyonce, I’m feelin’ myself.

A whistle passes between those paper thin, yet so kissable lips of his. “I love a woman that’s not afraid to speak her mind and tell me what she wants.”

“I haven’t said what I wanted yet.” I answer, standing on my tippy toes as my tongue comes out and traces his lips, pulling a growl from him.

“Don’t start something you aren’t prepared to finish out here for everyone to see,Marrone Dolce.”

“Who says I don’t like to be watched?”

His eyebrows rise to the sky, words on the cusp of his lips but he doesn't say anything for a second. He only watches me through those hooded lids of his. Several beats pass by before he says, “I don’t share what’s mine.” Those same big, strong hands that were resting on my hips, have now slipped under my ass, picking me up with a squeal. I don’t mean to wrap my legs around his waist, but I do.

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