The Bacelor: Make A Sex Deal

Camden stood, draining the rest of his drink. “You do that,” he replied, and then he moved around to his sister’s side of the table and gave her a hug.

“Are you leaving?” she asked him.

He released her and came over to me. “Yeah, I’ve got to go.” He held me in a hug for the briefest of seconds, just long enough for me to feel his strength and to inhale his scent.

Both making the ache inside me pulse even harder.

When he pulled away, he reached into his pocket and took out his wallet and dropped some cash onto the table. “Drinks are on me. Good night, ladies,” he said before he left.

I counted the three crisp hundred-dollar bills and looked at Hannah. “We can have some fun with that tonight.” I laughed.

But inside, I was a mess of emotions.

I didn’t want to see Camden’s back as he walked out of the bar.

I had been enjoying … this.

Whatever this was.

But I also worried that, even though he was gone, I could still feel him in my lower half, even more so in my chest.

“I’m ordering us a bottle of champagne.” She searched the crowd for our server and called him over, putting in her request. The moment the waiter was gone from our table, she said, “Thanks for tomorrow’s hangover, Camden.” She wiggled her wineglass in the air, laughing. “While he’s off, doing who knows what with who knows who, we’re going to have a blast.”

I lifted my glass and tapped it against hers, my throat tight, my chest now slightly achy. “Yes. To that.”

I glanced down as I felt my phone vibrate.

CAMDEN

You will be sucking my dick without your teeth. Very soon.

EIGHT

Camden

I

‘d needed to get out of the bar. Away from Oaklyn and the temptation that had been fucking haunting me. Not only had she given me two fantasies that were hot as hell-scenarios that I couldn’t wait to enact, screams that would fill my ears in a way I was dying to hear-but she had also pleaded with me to come up with an idea of my own.

Anal.

Was there anything better?

When I presented the idea, I knew it was a long shot. I knew she would have reservations, but what I liked even better than her immediately agreeing was that she fought back.

A little spiciness that had come out of nowhere.

That I’d never seen from her before, making me want her ass even more.

Somehow, I was going to find a way in there before making my way into her pussy even if I only used a finger.

But the real highlight of this evening was that after learning more about me, she hadn’t changed her mind, and that told me she was a woman who had a lot of trust in me.

Who was willing to do anything for pleasure.

Who believed me when I told her she would never leave my presence unsatisfied.

Words that I meant wholeheartedly.

And then, like I was living in a goddamn fairy tale, the conversation shifted to her biting my dick-something I knew she wouldn’t do, but, dammit, I enjoyed the threat. It was as though our conversation had triggered her to think about giving me head, as though she couldn’t get my cock out of her mind.

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Man, I appreciated that.

I wanted that.

I would fucking do almost anything to make that happen.

Was there a purer, more innocent, perfect woman than Oaklyn Rose?

That was why I’d needed to leave. To escape these two women who were choking me for entirely different reasons. To be around my boy, Macon, and listen to him talk about the chick he’d fucked last night to distract me.

Because these thoughts-the ones swirling, the ones marinating, the ones fucking owning me-weren’t me, nor were they making sense.

So, I’d texted Macon and told him where to meet me, and I’d hidden my hard-on as I got up from the table that I shared with the perfect girl and my PI of a sister. I rushed a block down the street, where Macon was already waiting for me.

“My boy,” he said, clasping my back when I leaned in for a man hug. “I was surprised to hear from you. Weren’t you supposed to be out with Hannah tonight?”

I took a seat and lifted his tumbler off the table, downing all the liquid that was inside.

He laughed as he watched me. “It turned into that kind of night, huh?”

I wiped my lips. “Shit.” And then I shook my head. “The past hour has been interesting as fuck, to say the least.”

A waiter happened to be walking by, and Macon stopped him, requesting a drink for each of us.

My best friend then eyed me down, that bright green stare feeling like it was hitting straight through my chest. “What’s going on?”

He was safe.

A vault.

Still, for some reason, I didn’t want to get into all the details.

“Do you remember Oaklyn, my sister’s best friend?”

“Oaklyn …” he repeated, using both hands to pull at his gelled hair. “The hottie with the best ass in LA? Long, dark hair, icy-blue eyes-”

“Yeah, her,” I said, cutting him off, his description sending a feeling into my chest that I didn’t like.

He was right; her ass was a fucking trophy.

Any guy at my party that night would have noticed.

Still, there was something about his portrayal that rubbed me the wrong way.

“She’s a virgin,” I continued. “And she wants me to take her virginity.” I reached for his drink again before remembering there was nothing left, so I poured some of the ice into my mouth and chomped. “I put it off for a whole year.”

He rested his arms on the table, leaning forward, bringing us even closer. “She’s a virgin? Damn, I never would have guessed that.” He took the toothpick out of the empty glass and sucked the olives into his mouth. “Second, why the fuck did you put it off for a year and not tap that immediately? Dude, that’s not like you. The Camden I know would have popped that cherry the second she asked.”

I ground my teeth together.

He didn’t understand the difference between her and all the other girls. She wasn’t like them. She was a part of my family. I’d have to see her and endure her expression every time she was with my sister.

“Oaklyn is Hannah’s best friend. The two of them are like sisters and have been since we were kids.”