Camden by Shey Stahl
You remember Christmas, right? Remember when I said Tiller was testing me?
Third round of X-Fighters, he’s back at it. I think he knows. He has to and this is his way of basically getting it out of me. Just watch.
Actually, take a look around first. Do you notice River in the distance near the S3 trailer? That girl, she announced to the world this weekend she was expecting a baby in three months. Maybe that’s what set Tiller off? Everyone congratulating him and calling him grandpa-to-be, yet questioning who the dad is.
He deters everything, artfully practicing that air of confidence he has in public with a “Mind ya bizness, motherfuckers.”
Now take a look at me. We’re in the preliminary rounds of X-Fighters, I’m number one in the world right now for freestyle competition and every day, I question how long that’s going to last.
You might venture to ask, why haven’t you told him?
I’ve tried. Three times now. Every single time I get him alone, I chicken the fuck out. He’s scary. Don’t believe me, look at him now, staring me down with dark menacing eyes. “What’s wrong with you?” he asks, motioning around to the pits, his head bobbing to the beats of “Gooba” blaring through the pits. He slaps his hand to my arm. A quick thwack to pull my attention. “There’s pussy all around you and you’re over here acting like you’re not into swinging wood.”
“Leave him alone,” Shade grumbles, annoyed with Tiller, and tosses his helmet next to him as he plops down in a camp chair next to me. “You’re always fuckin’ with him.”
At first, I stare at Tiller and wonder what the fuck “swinging wood” is supposed to imply. I mean, I get it, but this is Tiller. He says some fucked-up shit sometimes.
Amberly slaps his shoulder, her gaze on River. “Tiller, stop.”
It’s then I notice River. Jonah’s next to her. Yes, fucking Jonah Riley. I want to grab that little shit by his perfect face and drive it into the side of the trailer they’re next to. There’s nothing wrong with Jonah. Nice kid, but I hate him for the simple fact that he had River before I did. And, he doesn’t have to hide anything. He can stand beside her and not have to worry if he’s good enough. He wouldn’t care. Why would he? Sure, he wants the approval of her father, but doesn’t need it.
Me? I’ll never have it, because I was warned once, she’s off-limits, and I didn’t listen. You know what means more to Tiller than respect?
Trust. Something he’s really fucking shitty at himself, but still, anyone who has ever lied to him, he writes off completely.
I pry my eyes away from River, my adrenaline hitting me with a punch to the chest. Might as well be a goddamn bullet seeing Jonah hanging on her like that. I swear to God, I’ll blow all this shit up now if his lips touch her skin. I grip the beer in my hand tighter.
Tiller’s eyes dart to Riv, then me, and I think this is a test. “When are you gonna finally hit that?”
Dryness takes my words. I swallow, stutter over words and redirect. I shift and angle myself the other way as I reach for my water bottle. Do you notice the shake of my hands? I’m falling apart and if I’m not careful, this is going to blow up, here, now, in front of everyone. “What?” I stutter, swallowing hard.
“When you gonna hit that?” He points to a girl near the tent with her tits out and wearing a shirt with my name on it. “Or you batting for the other side?”
I scowl at him. This isn’t the first time he’s asked me if I’m gay. “What? No.”
Tiller kicks at my leg, scowling. “Bitch, why the fuck you keep saying what? Ya fucking heard me.”
“Lay off,” I say, trying to blow off his tactics.
Leaning forward, his elbows rest on his knees and his head turns to me. I don’t have to look at his eyes to know where he’s focused on when he says, “Someone else caught your attention these days?”
“No.” My heart kicks harder. Hell, my hands are shaking.
He shoves my shoulder. “Then show her who the Cam-Man is.”
He’s testing me. It’s like Christmas. I can see it behind the psychotic glare carefully delivered my way. There’s meaning behind everything Tiller does, believe it or not. Sure, he makes you question what the fuck he’s thinking most days, but he doesn’t do it without thought.
Now I could play this part one of two ways. Walk up to River and kiss her, out myself in front of everyone and pray because there are people all around that Tiller takes it easy on me.
Or, I could throw him a curveball. Let’s go ahead and point out that I’ve had about three beers in the last hour too. We’re partying in the pits, I won the second round of X-Fighters and I’m high on adrenaline and fresh out of fucks to give. But I’m also still rational.
Apparently not enough to keep me from approaching the girl wearing my shirt. “Hey,” I say to her, signing the shirt.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re actually talking to me!” the busty blonde with fake eyelashes and plumped-up lips squeals and I smirk, because this shit is funny to me. I saw it at every party at the mansion. I saw it when girls would literally line up to suck Shade’s dick for the night. They idolize fame, and nothing else. They don’t give a shit about you, other than if you’re on top of the world. And because I’m number one right now, she wants me.
While I intend of giving her the autograph, and nothing more, she has other ideas. “Tiller said to give you this,” she whispers, grabbing onto my shoulders and then pressing her lips to mine.
She kisses me, so I kiss her back, because I’m playing a part. It’s quick, and I pull away, without regard to the one I know saw it.
Tiller slaps my back. “That’s what I’m talking about, Cam-Man.”
As I turn, it’s not Tiller’s smile that comes into view. It’s River’s glare that’s burning a hole through my chest. Nausea rolls through me and I fight the urge for my knees to buckle. I hate the devastation on her face even more than I hate myself.
It takes me an hour to get away from everyone; Tiller is gone, and I find River alone.
“Don’t touch me!” she yells when I reach for her hand in passing.
Anger shoots through me immediately. I had to watch her flirt with Jonah all night, and now this? Okay, maybe a kiss is worse than flirting but did she really think I meant it? Her dad was standing there. “River. Come on.” I sigh, scrubbing my hands harshly over my face. “You know it didn’t mean anything.”
She pushes against me, tears in her eyes. “Sure looked like it did.”
I pin her to the side of the trailer, unwilling to let her go. I grasp her wrists and hold tighter. “Stop fucking hitting me and listen.”
“Oh, your lips said enough, don’t you think? Do you even know that bitch?”
I glare at her. “Stop it.”
“Then answer me.”
“No, I don’t know her.”
This one earns me that famous fuck you glare she does so well. “You worship my dad enough that you’re gonna follow in his footsteps?”
My chest heaves with a breath. “Why do you always have to react? Why can’t you just listen and let me explain? And if you want, then I’ll let you go.”
“Fine. Explain. Why’d you do that? You didn’t see me kissing Jonah.”
“You don’t think it killed me to see his hands on you? You don’t think it made me sick to my stomach?”
“I didn’t kiss him,” she says again.
My eyes soften and I stare at her. “You know I didn’t want to.”
“Do I?” She’s crying, sobbing and every sharp intake of breath is a stab to my heart. “Because that looked like you meant it.”
“No, I didn’t fucking mean it,” I bark back at her, then laugh and distance myself a foot. I don’t laugh because this is funny, but it’s fucking predictable, don’t you think? “I just did it to throw your dad off. I had no choice.”
“Why is it so bad that he knows? I hate this, Camden.” She draws in a heavy breath, her tears slowing. “It’s stressing me out. I don’t want to be a secret anymore.”
Closing my eyes, I blink slowly and exhale my frustration, trying to will my breathing into control. “I don’t want to be either but he doesn’t approve of me for you. I’m not good enough.”
Her eyes soft a fraction. “That’s bullshit. You don’t know that.”
“Yes, I do.”
Her tears surface again, her hormones controlling her reactions, but she’s not seeing the bigger picture here. The minute I commit to her is the moment I lose everything with them. I brush away her tears with my thumb. “Can’t you see it? It’s not you. It’s me. I want you. I just don’t know how to do that with him.”
She cries harder.
“It’s not you, Riv. I love you.” Did it register? Did she hear it? My breaths come faster, and hers stop all together. She’s shocked but not as much as I am. I wait, because this is heavy. Hell, I barely understand my thought process on this one. I mean it, I do.
She blinks, her hands in my jersey and she leans in. Her tears don’t slow but she looks at me with the sadness I caused.
“Don’t look at me like that, baby,” I beg, my throat tightening. I hate seeing her so sad and me being the root of the cause. “You’re breaking my damn heart. Don’t you believe me?”
“I don’t know what to believe.”
“Then believe this.” I angle my head and smile. “Can I kiss you?”
“Why?” she whispers, searching my eyes. “Because you think it will fix this?”
“No. I want to kiss you because I want you to see I’m in this, for better or worse.”
“Cute.” She takes my face in her hands, her thumb wiping over my lip. She’s doing that on purpose. Wiping off another woman’s kiss. “I wanted to rip her hair out for kissing my baby daddy.”
Dipping my head forward, I growl into her neck. “You’re fucking adorable when you’re mad. Kiss me again.” And then I think, in these moments when our bodies are connected, I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to be a secret. She announced to the world today she was going to be a mom, and I didn’t get that same relief. I want people to know it’s mine, that she’s mine. “Do you really want me to go tell him the truth? Tonight?”
She sighs, her shoulders rolling forward in defeat. “No.”
“I will tell him.”
“Before the baby is born?”
I laugh. “Maybe after, when I’m holding it and he can’t kill me because I’m holding a kid.”
River rolls her eyes, holding onto my shoulders. “You’re a pussy.”
“How about I have yours for dinner?”
“Okay, you’re forgiven.”
I slide my hands down her body to her belly. I can feel the baby kicking my hands and smile. “It’s that easy?”
“When your hormones are going fucking crazy, yeah, it is.” She fists my shirt in her hands. “Now. Fuck me in your truck.”
I laugh. “How comfortable is that going to be for you?”
“It won’t be.” Her hand slides down my stomach and then she takes my hand, pulling me along. “But, that chick is watching us from over there and I want her to see you’re mine.”
There’s a twinge of pride in my chest when she says “you’re mine.”
About five minutes later, do you see us in the back of my truck? River’s on all fours on the bench seat in the back, and I’m behind her. Doggy style. I can work with this and it’s quickly becoming one of my favorite positions.
River moans, her head tossed back. “Grab onto my hair,” she orders me.
I slip one hand off her ass and wrap her long purple hair around my hand, pulling. “Like that?” I grunt, never losing pace.
She grabs a hold of the door, stabilizing herself.
I move slowly, because I have to. The angle, her ass glowing under the moonlight, her jealousy displayed so beautifully earlier, it’s too much. I want to pull out and come on her skin, rub it all over her and assure this girl, she’s mine, no matter what.
River shivers, her body trembling as I slide my hand around her hip to stroke her clit. She sits up, my other hand remaining in her hair. I tug harder. “Come for me, baby.”
She moans at my words, tortured but fueling the need.
“I got you,” I say in her ear. “Let go.” I work my fingers fasters, still sliding in and out of her, but my movements inside her are slow and measured. I’m fighting off my orgasm, holding out for her.
“Faster,” she begs between clenched teeth as she holds onto my wrist.
I speed my hand on her clit and my thrusts inside her, filling her deeper. I pull her closer to me, my open mouth meeting her neck as I lick, kiss, bite.
River closes her eyes, laying her head against my shoulder. I fuck her faster, harder, skin slapping echoing though the cab of my truck. I can feel the stirring in the pit of my stomach, the tightening of my balls. I can’t hold on any longer.
Fuck. “I’m gonna come,” I pant, kissing her neck and running my tongue up the curve, tasting her sweat before digging my teeth in just a bit. “Are you close?”
She nods, gripping my wrist tighter. Her walls clench around me, a cry of pleasure vibrating through her, and I’m done. The sound rocks through me, deep inside, and I grunt as I come inside her.
After a few seconds, I pull back, slipping out of her. She shifts, reaching for my shirt and sits on it.
I snort. “What are you doing? I need that.”
“I need it more,” she tells me, sitting naked on the seat. “Your cum is dripping down my leg. I’ll sit on your shirt if I want.”
“That’s pretty hot to think about.” I stare between her legs. I don’t know what possess me to do what I do next, but I sit next to her, sweep my hand between her legs and sink my fingers inside her. Instantly I’m coated with wetness. Before she can ask what I’m doing, I take my fingers and tease her lips. Desire knots deep inside me, my breathing still heavy. “And now you have me on your tongue.”
Smiling, she opens her mouth and sucks on my fingers. She moans around my fingers, her nipples puckering.
Dipping my head, I take her left breast carefully in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hardened flesh. By the sounds she makes, and her sucking on my fingers, I’m ready to go again. Hard as a fucking rock. And then we’re going at it. Only this time, she’s riding me.
Fuck, these hormones are amazing.
