Camden by Shey Stahl
Nervously, I stand in the foyer waiting for Camden to come over. My parents and uncles left to go riding out at Mammoth today and Camden stayed back. He has a photoshoot with Red Bull in LA, and then back here.
The very second he’s through the door, I’m in his arms. I can’t get enough. I know I’m getting greedy but I can’t help it. He’s addicting.
Look at us. So caught up in being together we’re getting careless. I literally fucked him while my dad played pool in the other room before he left for Spain. And now he’s back and I’m not wasting any time. We have slivers of moments together.
Somedays I wonder if we’ll have more.
Somedays I wonder if I will see him much this year.
And somedays I wonder if after the baby is born, if I’ll be raising it on my own.
“Is your dad here?” Camden asks, angling my face to capture my lips once more. “I didn’t see his truck.”
“No.” I run my hands over his chest, smiling. “He took Wyatt out to Mammoth for the day.”
“I can’t back out of Erzberg,” Camden says between kisses, trying to be mindful of my belly, but it’s been a few weeks and we’re a little desperate for more.
“I never told you that you had to,” I remind him. It’s been a week since I last saw him and every time he’s gone, we act like this. Crazy sex-driven kids, and you’d think given the baby rapidly growing in my belly, we’d be tamed.
Nope.
“What if I get hurt?” His mouth dips to my neck, collarbone, and then up the side of my neck. “I’m trying to think of the big picture. It’s not just me anymore.”
“I don’t want you to get hurt either, but you can’t let us keep you from everything you’ve worked for. You’ve been training for Erzberg for two years, you can’t let that go. You deserve this.”
“I know,” he grunts, trying to get closer but my stomach is in the way now. I’m still small compared to most women I suppose, but still, baby bump is in the way. Camden laughs, trying to get around it but holds both hands to the bump. “You’re so sexy like this. I think I might keep you knocked up forever.”
“You know,” Someone clears their throat behind us, followed by the slamming of the door. “I thought for sure you’d tell me before I found out like this.”
Do you know who said that? Is your heart pounding like mine?
Five seconds pass.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
That’s how many it takes for the realization to hit me.
He caught us together.
Oh.
Fuck.
Adrenaline kicks in and both Camden and I turn to find my dad standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. On the outside, he appears calm and collected, but he’s anything but that. There’s fire in his eyes. It courses through him, burning steadily until he is engulfed completely.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” I beg, but he doesn’t hear me.
Do you see the Wild Cat standing there?
He steps toward Camden and if you don’t know how Tiller got the nickname Wild Cat, pay attention. You’re about to find out.
