Chapter 15
Cameron
She’s waiting on the back porch of Stormhaven when I pull into her driveway the next morning. A low groan escapes my lips, my body responding unwittingly as the epitome of temptation bounds down the steps, practically gliding over to my car. Those knee- high socks hug her legs just right, and that pleated tartan skirt paired with a crisp white blouse? D**n. And then there are those long, golden pigtails swinging with every step, causing my mifid to drift into an inappropriate fantasy.
“Hi!”
Her smile is electric, bright and bubbly, lighting up the entire morning as she slides into the passenger seat. My heart races as she eagerly chit-chats away, diving into some article she read last night about weather patterns while fastening her seatbelt. I’m completely off the rails, lost in her enthusiasm.
It’s not just her youth and untouched innocence that gets my heart racing – though, let’s not kid ourselves, it definitely has its effect. It’s more than that. It’s about how fiercely she embraces her individuality, how she seems to exist outside the perceptions of this small-town backdrop. Something about her resonates deeply within me, breaking through my defenses and wrapping around my heart like a vice.
Storm. My perfect storm.
After a good couple of minutes, she notices me staring, her words faltering as she catches me off-guard.
“Oh, God, sorry.” She bites her lip, her cheeks flushing with a pink hue. “I didn’t mean to ramble about-”
“I’d love to h
more,” I reply, my voice low, almost a whisper.
She playfully shrugs, her grin widening. “It’s just boring stuff about clouds and
whatnot.”
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I shift into reverse, gently guiding us out of the driveway while my eyes stubbornly linger on her bare thighs, pulling myself away just in time to avoid tearing down Nash to avold tearing down Nash and Cammie’s hedge.
“Honestly, there’s nothing I’d rather learn about on our drive.”
Her grin turns mischievous, a playful gleam dancing in her big green eyes as they sparkle under the morning light.
“Here, I… um…” She glances away moméntarily, almost shy. “I made coffee.”
She hands me a steaming travel mug, a radiant smile slipping onto my face as I accept it.
I take the scenic route to Cindercrest Academy, moving at a leisurely pace just to savor these moments with her. She starts detailing all these fascinating facts about cumulus clouds and storm fronts, and I’m mostly tuned in, even if I can’t help but steal glances at her supple thighs, my mind spiraling into some blatantly filthy fantasies.
Then, a lull settles in the air, and I notice her quietly studying my forearms, eyes wide with unfiltered fascination. The moment I catch her, she bounces back, her face nearly as red as an apple.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be, Princess.” A grin spreads across my face, fueled by her embarrassment.
“You’ve just got…” Her voice quirks into a whisper as she shakes her head, unable to finish.
“I’m all ears.”
Storm bites down on her lip, looking shy yet bold.
“Your forearms are really s**y. And I kinda love your tattoos.”
It takes every ounce of will to keep from spinning the wheel and claiming her right then and there, staring deeply into her eager, bright eyes. I slam my gaze back to the road,
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It takes every ounce of will to keep from spinning the wheel and claiming her right then and there, staring deeply into her eager, bright eyes. I slam my gaze back to the road, trying to focus but it’s getting harder.
Storm lets out a soft giggle, snapping me back to reality.
“Easy there, Deputy Headmaster. Getting a little distracted?”
I grit my teeth, throwing her a quick glance.
“Maybe you shouldn’t be such a distraction.”
“Oh, am I distracting you?” she teases.
Taking the bait might be the worst idea ever, but I can’t help it. I glance over again and groan inwardly as I see her pop a button on her blouse. A growl escapes me, and she giggles again, and it sends heat racing through me.
“Keep your eyes on the road, okay?” she says softly, her tone low and teasing, but I feel her inch closer, her fingers trailing over my forearm where my shirt is rolled up. Every touch sends a jolt through me, tightening my grip on the wheel.
“Yesterday,” she murmurs, her voice almost breathy, “when we were at that park, you didn’t…”
Trailing off, her tongue slips out to moisten her lips, and my heart begins to race.
“Didn’t what?”
Her blush warms the air between us.
“You didn’t come.”
Those words hit me like a lightning bolt, and I nearly swerve off the road. My body responds fiercely, straining against the fabric of my dress pants. I can feel the heat pooling in my core, and even though I keep one hand steady on the wheel, my other hand instinctively drifts to her knee. The softness of her skin beneath my fingers feels like pure silk, and the sound of her breath hitching drives me even crazier, battling the urge to stop the car and take everything she’s willing to give.
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“Did you, when you got home?” she whispers, her fingers sliding along my arm, tracing my biceps before journeying over my chest, heading lower as my hand tightens around. her knee.
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re a forward girl?”
“Once or twice.”
My body ignites, the tension thickening like a storm cloud. “No, I didn’t.”
And I mean it.d’d come so **n close, just thinking about my sweet, tempting angel. I wanted nothing more than to give in, to imagine her bent over, begging me for more, filling my thoughts with images of her cries of pleasure and the decadently sweet taste of her.
But I held back.
“I’m sorry,” she says softly, her voice a sultry whisper, “You must be ready for some release.”
I groan in response.
“Careful,” I warn h****ly.
“Of what?” She feigns innocence, that cheeky smile still playing at her lips.
“Of teasing me.”
“Or?”
“Or I might just pull this car over in the middle of Central Hall, rip off your panties, and take that sweet little p*** of yours until every last drop of my ***m fills you up.”
Her face is flushed bright as a rose, but there’s a hunger flickering in her eyes that has me on edge.
“Eyes on the road, Lord,” she breathes, the rasp in her voice leaving me breathless.
Before I can process it. her hand is eliding down to my ***k. and all coherent thought
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“Or I might just pull this car over in the middle of Central Hall, rip off your panties, and take that sweet little ***y of yours until every last drop of my ***m fills you up.”
Her face is flushed bright as a rose, but there’s a hunger flickering in her me on edge.
eyes that has
“Eyes on the road, Lord,” she breathes, the rasp in her voice leaving me breathless.
Before I can process it, her hand is gliding down to my **k, and all coherent thought slips away. My grip on the wheel tightens, muscles flexing as her delicate fingers start exploring. She strokes me through the fabric, tracing the outline, reaching for my belt and fumbling a little, but she eventually pops the button and tugs at my zipper.
The tension in the car escalates, a burning desire wrapping around us tighter than a vice, and I can practically feel the world outside fading into oblivion.
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