ALWAYS (A Wolfe Brothers Novel) (11 page)

She shrugged from his embrace and ran
for her tent.

# # #

Cam raked his hands
through his hair and cursed. He paced beside the fire, his hands
balled into fists, his face flushed with fury. He stopped pacing
and drew a deep breath.
Calm
down
. He repeated the words, attempting to
cool the beast threatening to overcome his control.

Rage boiled through him and nothing
short of beating the fuck out of the four football players could
douse the flame. He stormed her tent with no idea what he would say
or do.

She was seated in the corner. “Go
away.”

He crawled closer. “They raped
you.”

She tucked her knees into her chest and
covered her ears with her hands. “Stop saying that
word.”

“
Rape?”

With her eyes squeezed shut, she
screeched, “Yes.”

“
Rape!”

“
Stop.”

Maggie’s whispered plea sucked the
moisture from his eyes. He fought an excruciating urge to shake
her. “Rape!”

“
Get out!” She pointed,
tears streaming down her face. “Are you happy now?”

Cam grasped her chin between his thumb
and forefinger. “Happy isn’t the word that comes to mind.” He
crushed her against his body, knocking the air from her
lungs.

Maggie gasped for a breath and pounded
on his back. “I hate you!” He held her firm. “I hate
you!”

“
Baby.”

“
I made it all these
years.” She sagged against him. “Not one tear. One night with you
and you turn me into a . . . a . . .”

Cam looked down at her, an arm wrapped
around her waist, a hand cradling the nape of her neck. “A
girl.”

She collapsed and mumbled into his
shirt. “I begged them to stop.” Her fists pounded on his back. “So
much blood.”

Cam lay flat, keeping her quivering
body trapped in the crook of his arm. With her head on his chest,
he trailed fingers down the side of her head through her long silky
hair.

Curling her fist into his shirt, Maggie
burst into hysterics. Her sobs escalated to gasps of air. With
every frenzied attempt at a breath her chest hiccuped in
rhythm.

Sharp pings of pain shot through his
skull, giving him the mother of all migraines. His eyes stung. He
closed his lids, desperate for the moisture to return. If that
wasn’t enough to keep him awake, the fire coursing through his
veins would undoubtedly do the job.

Visions danced through his
head. A gun would be too quick and not as much fun.
Yup.
Given the chance,
he’d beat the fuckers to death.

Cam opened his eyes, smiled and waited
for dawn.

Chapter Twelve

The canvas of the tent blurred the
sun’s rays and trapped its heat. Cam laid flat, his hands clasped
on his stomach and his ankles crossed. He glanced toward Maggie.
Her legs were tucked into her chest, her body rolled into the fetal
position.

He wanted fresh air but didn’t want her
waking up alone. While he held her, she’d cried for most of the
night. Ten years of pent up anger and hurt finally escaped. After
being brutally raped by a gang of teenage boys, she’d buried her
feelings deep and kept her secret, all because of an unwarranted
shame and to save her father’s political career. What a beautiful,
vibrant and strong woman.

Maggie opened her eyes.

“
Good morning,” Cam
said.

She scooted toward him, wiggled under
his arm and tucked her face against his neck.

Her face was still swollen from her
emotional breakdown. What he wouldn’t give to get his hands on
those bastards.

“
You okay?” He gave her a
squeeze.

“
Sorry.” She tossed a leg
across his sweatpants.

“
For what?”

“
You agreed to take me
hiking not . . .”

He gave her another squeeze and kissed
the top of her head, his eyes shifting to the valley between her
breasts, a haven made visible by her tank top. A full erection
throbbed and he rolled his eyes toward the ceiling of the
tent.

“
I’m the one who should be
sorry,” he said. “I’ve been tough on you these past couple of
days.”

Maggie slipped her hand under the
waistband of his sweatpants and curled her cold fingers around his
erection.

“
What . . . what are you
doing?”

“
Please, Cam. I need this
and I think you do too.”

When she withdrew her hand, a curse
lingered on his tongue. He wanted her but not like this. The head
on his shoulders refused to take advantage of her vulnerable
emotional state. If only his other head would stick to the plan.
Blood rushed to his cock and he bit back a curse.

She crawled down his body and knelt
between his legs. Cam dug his heels in and lifted his body. She
slid his pants to his knees, tucked her fingers in the slit of his
boxers and gripped the base of his shaft.

Cam laid back and groaned, his fingers
clenching the plastic beneath him. Maggie leaned over him, her long
hair sweeping across his thighs and cock. Flicking her hair to one
side, she ran her tongue along the inside of his thigh.

With her hands spread on his inner
thighs, she slid him into her mouth, inching her splayed fingers
higher until they grazed his sack.

Cam scrunched his fingers in her hair
and rocked his hips, gliding himself between her lips of silk. When
his cock grazed the back of her throat, a flash of heat swept
through him, his skin ablaze, his eyes damp with tears.

“
Maggie,” he growled, his
hand palming the back of her head, his fingers knotted through her
hair.

He jerked to a sitting position, pulled
her up his body and laid her flat. Sprawling beside her, he braced
his weight on his forearm.

He hadn’t been with a woman in a long
time and if he was doing this, he would do it right. “There’s no
half way with me. Are you sure you want this?”

Biting her bottom lip, she
nodded.

He gazed into her green eyes, searching
for understanding and found none. She had no clue what a disaster a
relationship with him would be.

“
Use your words,” he
growled. “Say you want me because you have to know that I’m not
easy to—”

“
I want you.”

He unfastened the button of her white
shorts and pulled down the zipper. With his palm on her flat
stomach, he said, “Life with me won’t be easy.” He turned his focus
from her green panties and fixed his gaze on her face, ensuring she
read the sincerity in his eyes. “I’m fucked in the
head.”

Maggie placed a finger over his lips.
“I never thought I’d ever say this but shut up.”

He kicked his sweatpants off and yanked
his T-shirt over his head. She sat up and slid her shorts and
panties down her legs and reached for her backpack, but he grabbed
her wrist and laid her flat. Cam positioned himself over her, his
forearms braced on either side of her head, his cock nudged against
her core.

“
Don’t you want a condom?”
she asked.

His body grew rigid, as if she had
slapped him. “You’re not on the pill?”

Maggie’s brows knitted. “I can’t have
children. That’s why I’m not on the pill.”

Cam slid a hand under her head, laced
his fingers through her hair and captured her mouth in a savage and
hungry kiss.

Would he really let her into his life,
into his heart? Panic convulsed through him, spurring the acid in
his stomach to eat at his insides. Doubt clouded his mind and
judgment until she slid her fingers through his hair and moaned.
His lust surged past the point of rational thought. Maybe if there
was a drop of blood in his brain, instead of all pooled between his
legs, he could do right by her and leave her alone, let her find a
man that didn’t struggle with his own sanity.

“
Please, baby,” she
moaned. “I need this. I need you.”

Nothing and nobody could stop him from
being inside her. Cam traced a finger down the bridge of her nose.
“No condom.”

Her beautiful face crinkled in
confusion. “Why?”

“
Because I’m the last man
you will ever be with.”

“
Cam . . . I don’t
think—.”

He slid his hands under her tank top
and cupped the silk covering her breasts.

She said,
“Just rip it!”

Cam tore her top into two. He did the
same with her green bra. The front clasp snapped and soared across
their small enclosure. He drank up her beauty, his eyes locked on
her breasts. With his body on hers, he pushed his cock against her
sex. But she moaned, and not in ecstasy, but in pain.

“
Am I hurting
you?”

Maggie tilted her pelvis and forced him
deeper, burying the head of his cock inside her channel.

“
Baby, let’s take this
slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“
I want this.” She panted
the words. “Don’t stop.”

“
I have no intention of
stopping.” He lowered his head and kissed the side of her neck.
“You’re strangling my dick, not that I’m complaining, but I need
you to relax.” He forced himself deeper. “Damn, baby you feel
good.”

When his mouth came down on hers, she
bit, licked and sucked. Her tongue drove in his mouth, her hands
squeezed his ass.

Cam jerked his head back. “Slow.” The
word lingered in a quiet hiss.

“
I need you. You have to
believe me.”

Cam fought the urge to laugh out loud.
“I believe you.”

“
I think—.”

“
Don’t think.” Her body
stiffened. He bit back another damn curse. “What’s the problem? I
mean have things changed so much in five years that I don’t know
how it’s done any more?”

“
No, it’s
just—.”

He clamped his hand over her mouth.
“Shut your trap.” He lifted his upper body and let his eyes devour
her flawless figure. His gaze traveled lower to where their bodies
were so intimately joined, her mound trimmed neat. “You’re a
natural redhead.”

She nodded.

Grinning, he glided his fingers down
her taut abdomen and watched her face as he circled a finger along
her clit. Maggie closed her eyes, her head drifted to the side. She
moaned and he nearly came inside her. “Take your time, baby. I’m
not gonna hurt you.” He circled his tongue around her erect nipple
and soon her clamp on his shaft loosened.

“
You like that.” He surged
further, balls-deep. “You okay?”

Rotating her hips, Maggie ground
herself against him.

“
I’ll take that as a yes.”
Clearly, his little fireball wasn’t used to letting her lovers set
the pace or steer the direction of their lovemaking. Now that she’d
relinquished the reins, he’d make sure she enjoyed the
ride.

Did her past lovers really let her
perform like some kind of fuckin’ circus act?

No wonder she saw herself as nothing
more than a whore for men to use for their own pleasure. Ironic,
Maggie had more experience than him, yet he knew more about
pleasing her than she knew about pleasing herself.

With controlled strokes, he rammed into
her faster, harder. The clap of skin against skin spiraled his
desire. Her muscles clamped around his raging cock and he roared in
satisfaction.

Cam sealed his lips to hers but she
jerked her head to the side and let out a high-pitched
screech.

He wedged his hands under her thighs
and pushed her knees toward her shoulders. Bracing his weight on
his palms, he tilted his hips, altering the angle of their joined
bodies and drove into her, his strides long, slow and
deep.

Her nails sank into his shoulders, her
back arched and he nearly lost his hold on his impending orgasm.
Cam smacked her tight ass. “Let me set the pace or you’re going to
make me come.”

Her hands gripped his head and pulled
him down. She smashed her lips against his.

What kind of foods should he offer at
his restaurant? What colors should he choose for the booths,
dinnerware and carpet? Think of anything but her liquid heat
drowning his cock, her pussy squeezing around him.

“
Stop,” she said. Sweat
dampened her forehead. Her breaths labored from her
lungs.

Cam froze.

“
Push deeper and just
stop.”

He buried himself to the
hilt.

“
Don’t move.”

“
I have to move.” His
teeth gritted.

She groaned, her channel tightened. The
muscles in Cam’s back tensed as he fought the urge to jackhammer
into her. When he felt the tension in her body fade, her climax
subsiding, he slid from her hot little pussy, flipped her onto her
stomach and dropped on top of her.

“
Am I crushing you?” he
gritted low and deep in her ear.