“I’ll walk the out, Dad,” he says moving toward the front door. I reach my hand out, as do both officers and we shake their hands.
“Thanks again for bringing her home,” I say, and Shayna lets her hand go and stands as well.
“Take good care of her and yourselves,” Officer Bailey says as he and the female cop walk to the door.
With no one here, I lean forward scooping her up into my lap. I sit there for a few minutes just watching her laying there against my chest. I kiss her forehead softly, so I don’t wake her up. A minute or so passes, and Shayna and Darian come back into the livingroom.
“I’m going to go play COD in my room. I’m glad Aunt Lexi is back home safe,” Darian says. He hugs his mother and says his good nights heading to their side of the house.
Shayna stands in front of us looking down at Lexi. “Come on, babe. Let’s take her to bed,” she says.
CHAPTER 30
Lexi
Saturday morning
Iwake up feeling overheated. When I try to roll over onto my back, I feel a body behind me and an arm thrown over my waist. It’s still dark in the room so I’m sure it’s still nighttime. Twisting my head over my shoulder, I see it’s Shayna snuggled up to me.
I gently grab her hand that is over my waist, lift it to my lips kissing it softly before scooting out from under it. I manuever off the giant California King bed and make my way to the bathroom. When I’m done relieving myself and washing my hands, I quietly step back into the main bedroom. I look at the bed, noticing Cam isn’t there.
Walking back over to the bed, I stand there staring down at Shayna. A smile graces my lips with just the confirmation of being back home with them. During everything that happened in that warehouse, the only thing that kept me sane was the thought of them.
I lift the comforter and gently drape it back over her to make sure she doesn’t wake up. Leaning down, I softly kiss her headbefore walking toward the front area. My bare feet pad across the floor heading to the main living room. All the lights are off except for the stove lamp in the kitchen and a small little table light in the front living room. I realize by the shiver that runs through me, that I’m only in a t-shirt and panties. I cross my arms over my chest trying to both warm myself and protect my hardening nipples.
Passing the living room first I look around and see no one there, so I continue to the kitchen. Sitting at the kitchen island with his back to me is Camden. He’s hunched over the counter wearing only a pair of black joggers. His strong inked back on full display. I walk over and sit down next to him at the counter. Looking over at him, I see he has a highball glass with a clear brown liquid in it. Looks like whiskey. He glances at me as he lifts the glass to his lips taking a drink.
“You should be asleep, sweet girl,” he says cooly.
“I woke up having to use the bathroom. When I realized you weren’t in bed came to find you. Are you okay?” I ask, knowing full well he’s not. This is not him.
Turning to me he studies me, looking into me. I feel like if anyone knows me it’s Cam and Shayna. But for some reason, Cam picks up on my moods and feelings. Probably because of my submission to him.
“No nightmares again?” he inquires, and I shake my head turning more to him. When my knees graze against his, he moves his knees to the outside of mine. Placing his large warm hands on the outside of my thighs, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs. I didn’t realize how chilly I was until his hands began to warm where they touched.
“Actually, no. I think maybe because I know he’s not coming back, I’m not scared anymore,” I say, and he nods slowly.
“Now you asked if I was okay. Are you okay?” he questions with a lift of a brow. And that is such a loaded question. It couldmean absolutely anything. But not really wanting to answer, I try to divert his attention.
“I asked, but you didn’t answer,” I reply, tilting my head to the side with a little playful smirk. Cam chuckles, shaking his head admonishingly.
Taking a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling, I can tell he’s considering his words. When he releases his breath, he looks back to me and his eyes darken. “No. I’m not okay,” he says but stops. We sit in silence for a few moments, me waiting to see if he will finish. He stares intensely at me, willing me to understand. When I realize that’s all he’s going to give right now, I relent and answer him after blowing out a heavy breath.
“I am… best as can be expected, I guess you could say. I’m not good, but I will be okay. If you know what I mean,” I say.
“I know what you mean, sweet girl,” he reassures me. We sit there staring at one another, almost like we can’t take our eyes off each other.
“Cam,” I release his name in a breath. His eyes soften ever so slightly, and he shifts closer subtly.
“Yeah,” he purrs in his deep sultry voice.
“Will you…” I hesitate, almost embarrassed to ask. Looking down, I almost want to just take the words back. I don’t even know if I deserve them anymore after what has happened to me. My head tells me it wasn’t my fault and I didn’t consent, but my heart says I’m no longer worthy of them.
“Will I what?” he says in a growl sliding off the bar stool. He pushes my thighs apart, by gripping my thighs tightly, moving closer to me standing between them. My hands automatically go to his bare waist.
My breath is caught in my throat as I stare deep into his molten eyes. I can feel him at my center, and my heart wants to beat right out of my chest. I need to know I’m not dreaming.I’m not still in that horrid warehouse just dreaming about what could be.
“Kiss me?” I request softly on a breath. Embarrassed to ask but needing to none-the-less, because I feel if I go one more second without the taste of him on my tongue I just might wither away and die.
