Page 40 of The Bachelor

“You’re telling me you literally know no one?” Hannah asked him.

“That’s what I’m telling you.”

Camden

I’m sure I can get you to change your mind.

As I processed the thought of Camden being gentle with my ass, of him conquering not one, but two of my firsts, of him owning literally every single part of my body, a thought came to me. A thought that involved my mouth. A thought that caused a tingling between my legs, forcing me to push my thighs together, shifting them back and forth to add friction. My nipples ached as they pressed into my bra.

What’s happening to me?

How is he doing this to me?

And who am I turning into?

Me

Doubtful.

And don’t try to claim that blow job tonight unless you’re into pain.

I turned to my best friend, the desire to kill this conversation stronger than ever. “Han, I really don’t need you finding me someone. When I meet the guy I’m supposed to be with, I’ll know it, and it’ll happen naturally.” I squeezed her arm. “It won’t be because my best friend is trying to play Cupid—even though I love you dearly for that.”

“And if the natural plan doesn’t work out, we can always put you on Hooked.”

Camden

You said I could have it whenever I wanted.

Me

And I’m telling you, tonight, I’ll bite.

Camden

But the fact that you’re even thinking about sucking my dick in the same bar that my sister’s in? Now, that’s fucking hot.

“Whatever,” Hannah sighed. “I’m not giving up. Next time I see Macon, I’m totally weighing the situation and playing matchmaker if I get a good feeling about him.”

Me

It’s only hot if you like teeth.

Camden stood, draining the rest of his drink. “You do that,” he replied, and then he moved around to his sister’s side of the table and gave her a hug.

“Are you leaving?” she asked him.

He released her and came over to me. “Yeah, I’ve got to go.” He held me in a hug for the briefest of seconds, just long enough for me to feel his strength and to inhale his scent.

Both making the ache inside me pulse even harder.

When he pulled away, he reached into his pocket and took out his wallet and dropped some cash onto the table. “Drinks are on me. Good night, ladies,” he said before he left.

I counted the three crisp hundred-dollar bills and looked at Hannah. “We can have some fun with that tonight.” I laughed.

But inside, I was a mess of emotions.

I didn’t want to see Camden’s back as he walked out of the bar.

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