Amelia A babysitter. Are you kidding me? I’m eighteen years−old. I didn’t need a babysitter. “Mom, tell dad! I do not need someone watching me. I’m eighteen. That is old enough to be able to stay at the house alone for a weekend. I thought you said you could trust me?” I cross my arms under my breasts, infuriated at this turn of events. I thought we had a deal. They were going to trust me, go out of town for their weekend getaway to have time to themselves, and I was going to prove to them that I was responsible. My mom fiddles with her earring as she tries to get it clasped. “I know, sweetie. And we do trust you, but your dad’s friend Camden Hart is coming into town this weekend for his sister’s wedding Sunday and needed a place to stay. We told him he could stay here. You remember Camden, right? He has been over here nearly once a month for our get-togethers’ since you were little.” Camden? Well, that certainly changes everything. Camden has been my crush since I was t
CHAPTER 2 I slide on pink, strawberry flavored gloss and rub my lips together. My hair is on top of my head in a messy bun. One that took me an hour to get just right. A few stray pieces frame my face. I only have mascara on and my eyebrows filled in, giving me a natural look, but the gloss gives it a sexy appeal. I’m wearing a blue off the shoulder swear, showing smooth skin that smells like vanilla thanks to my lotion. I’m wearing shorts, letting my long, tan legs steal the show. No way can he resist me. Besides, my heart won’t be able to take it. I’ve loved him since I could remember how. Giving a few tweaks to my hair, I give myself a once over in the full body mirror hanging on the door. I can do this. I am a woman, a single woman, who has feelings for a much older guy. Who I know has feelings for me. The last time I saw him was my eighteenth birthday two months ago. He stole glances at me. And now, he doesn’t have to look from a distance, he can have me. The door
Chapter 3 I’m sitting on the couch, watching a horror movie when Camden comes down the steps.I glance up from the couch and my eyes bug out when I see he isn’t wearing shirt and only grey sweatpants that hang low on his defined hips, showing a perfectly carved V that I know leads to a very big cock. I’m not sure what to focus on. His pecs, curved and muscular, or his abs, all eight of them, or the way his cock swings against the thin grey fabric as he comes down the steps. My eyes lock onto the bulge and a million different scenarios run through my head. I’ve never sucked a cock, but I bet his would taste good. I want to curl my fingers around the elastic waistband and pull the sweatpants down and suck the crown between my lips. Once I get a good rhythm, maybe he would take control and fuck my face. Camden has ruined me for anyone else and I haven’t even had him yet. “Nothing like a good shower after a long day,” he says, jumping over the couch and landing right next t
Chapter 4 “What are you doing?” I yelp, gathering the blankets to cover my body. My vibrator is still between my legs, inserted in my wet hole. “Get out!” I scream, frantic that he saw me like this. I mean if I was smart, I would have waited until he wasn’t at my door, but I never said I was smart, just desperate to get rid of this boiling blood in my veins. I locked the door. I thought that would be enough to keep him away. “I’m not fucking going anywhere, Amelia.” His voice is a rumble, shaking my fragile control I have on my body. “Look at you,” he admires, stepping over the wreckage of the door. I cover my breasts as he steps forward. “You didn’t seem to think too much of me down there.” I turned away from him, remembering how he asked me if I was a virgin, as if it was a complete turn off to him. “You misunderstood me.” Now, he is next to me, standing at the edge of the bed and grabs the sheet I have covering half my body, yanking it away, exposing me. “I only aske
Chapter 5 “Amelia?” I blink the haze away when I see Camden hovering over me, his lips wet, proof of why I fell unconscious. I hide my face in my hands, embarrassed of what just happened. “Oh my god, this is my worst nightmare.” “Are you kidding? It’s a stroke on my ego. I made you orgasm so hard, you blacked out for few seconds. And can I just say,” he brings his mouth to mine and mutters, “You taste like heaven. You taste like mine. Taste yourself.” He kisses me, parting my lips with his tongue, sharing what makes him so ravenous. “Mmm,” I say in surprise when I like what I taste. I deepen the kiss, wanting more, but Camden pulls away, standing over me like a god. His abs gleam in the lowlight of my room and his cock is still hidden beneath those grey shorts. There is a large wet spot on the front, pooling directly where his tip is. My imagination was right about one thing. His cock is huge. His hand cups the large beast, giving it a good shake. “Take my pants off.
Chapter 6 “I could look into your green eyes for the rest of my life,” he says and it’s sweet, something I wasn’t expecting at a moment like this. He lays me down, kicking of his sweats, and cages my head in with his arms, holding the majority of his weight. He peppers my face with kisses and slows things down, turning the heat from scorching hot, to a passionate simmer. “It’s going to hurt at first, but I promise to make you feel good.” “You’ve already made me feel good,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck as he settles between my legs. One of his hands disappears and it’s to guide his cock to my entrance. I gasp, holding my breath when I feel the tip stretching me and the slight pressure from the piercing entering me. If I never get to have Camden again, this night will be the best night of my life. I know no other man will compare to him. “Are you ready?” “I’m always ready for you,” I reply, my mouth dropping open on a painful, but at the same time, pleasurable
Epilogue It’s Sunday night now. I only get one more night of him holding me before our normal lives take over. “Come with me,” he says, popping his arm up on the bed as he rubs his finger around my nipple. We just made love for the hundredth time in two days. I’m sore and aching in all the right places and I want it to be like that for the rest of my life. “What?” I turn to face him. “You have work.” “I can leave. I have enough money to start a business somewhere else if I wanted.” “Your son—” “He can visit. He is an adult now. I’ll always be there if he needs me, but my life is starting again, with you.” Right as I open my mouth to say yes, the door slams shut and I sit up in bed. No. “Amelia! Camden!” My dad roars so loud it shakes the house. “Oh, no.” I cover my mouth. “It’s going to be okay.” He covers me up with a blanket and puts on his pants just when my dad opens the door with my mom crying behind him. “So it’s true.” His face turns red. “I didn’t want to
**HOLLY** She had just turned nineteen and yet, walking the street, any passer-by would swear she couldn’t be older than sixteen. Sweet sixteen. That was probably why she always got away with so much—her small body and big puppy-dog eyes were hard to say no to. She was liked by everyone who met her and cherished by all those in her life. And yet, Holly had never actually been in love. She swore it was because she looked so young, and that nobody took her seriously. When she dressed up for a night out on the town, she looked like a young girl that was trying too hard. She was desperate for someone to call her ‘sexy’ rather than always calling her ‘cute.’ She was certainly pretty, though—that much was hard to ignore. Holly was small in stature, with short perky breasts to match her frame, beautiful long brown hair, and big green eyes that seemed too big for her face but made her look like an angel. She was breathtaking, and once you laid eyes on her, she was hard to forget. What