Promise Me (RLU #1)

by Carlie Jean

man’s head snaps up, and cinnamon-tinted eyes take me in from behind his glasses. His dark brown eyebrows furrow as he stands and removes his glasses. Holy hell. My mouth dries out while another place gets a different memo. He’s tall, at least 6’4, and let’s just say he looks like he’s well-acquainted with the weights at the gym. His ball cap sits atop brown hair that curls slightly at the ends. I get the sudden urge to run my hands through it.

But that’s not why I’m frustrated. Oh no, that would be because of the somewhat tall blonde, with bright hazel eyes that could peer into my fucking soul if I let her close enough.

“Oh man, Cameron is in trouble. I can’t wait to watch him fall,” he muses as he shoves his arms into his jacket. “Fall?” I ask, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Finn’s body retreats. Turning around, his head twists over his shoulder, and he says, “In love with you.”

She’s slowly starting to become a code I want to crack. A series of numbers out of order that I want to put back in their proper place to function again.

You know when you hear an old favorite song and it fills you with a warm, happy feeling at the familiar tune? Yeah, that’s what listening to her laugh did to me, and despite it being new, it feels like my heart knows its tune already. I’m in trouble.

“You have the dog, and it’s dark. I don’t need your heavy bag slowing you down,” I somewhat lie because although it’s partly true, I also want to do something for her. I want to take care of Aurora Vallacourt, and once I start, there’s no stopping.

No, no, no. This is not good. He can’t do this to my poor, secretly hopeless romantic heart. This man. This sweet, kind, caring man. He remembered my favorite food combination and got me a heated stuffed cupcake, which I told him is what my dad calls me. What a goddamn sweetheart.

“That feels so good,” I softly moan, unable to control it this time. Cameron’s breath hitches in his throat, his hands stilling for a beat, but then he swallows and continues.

What really sealed the deal for me was having her head in my lap, her body under my touch. Feeling her bare skin for the first time was an experience I wasn’t expecting, my entire body wanted to react to the feel of her. Especially my cock that threatened to harden, but I kept thinking of code algorithms to avoid it. The slight moans she made didn’t help the situation. Her voice is like music to my ears, but her sighs and moans? Those are a siren call right to my cock.

He’s making my girl uncomfortable for whatever reason, and to hell if I’m going to let it continue.

hard to think straight, so I thrust the pen toward her. “Here, your pen,” I cough, breaking up the emotion clogging my throat. Aurora eyes the pen in her hand, a small smile on her lips. “This isn’t my pen, Fields.” Oh, fuck me.

“Yup. I’ll think of it and remember the time my best friend missed me so much, he pretended I forgot a pen just to come and see me.” I laugh. “You couldn’t spare me?”

because I know I don’t want to just be friends with her. Sure, that’s part of it. But I also want her heart, her lips on mine and mine all over her damn body.

My eyes track the way his muscles flex underneath his plain white t-shirt. I don’t know his workout regime, but I can only imagine it’s intense. He catches me staring, raising one brow at me,

I don’t hear his exact words, but it’s something about me not being good for his health and him having a heart attack. I think he’s being a bit dramatic, but I like to push his buttons. Realistically, I know he’s right, but now I just have to go down with my stance.

“C’mon, Rory, open your pretty eyes for me.” I don’t have time to overthink what I said because suddenly her eyes flutter, then fully open. “Cam?” she says groggily, trying to get a sense of her surroundings.

“Ready,” she murmurs. I clearly didn’t think this through because seeing her in my hoodie does something weird to my heart. It makes it squeeze tightly, warmth seeping out at its pressure. The material swallows her up, and, as she puts the hood over her head, she’s unrecognizable behind the material.

and hoist her up to me. Her legs wrap around my waist instantly while her hands drape around my neck. I can’t help but think how this feels all too natural between us. “You okay?” I ask her while I adjust my hands to grip her thighs. Truthfully, it’d be easier to grip her ass, but I’ve already pushed enough boundaries.

her pretty hazel eyes meeting mine with something I can’t name. “Cam, this is…going to make me cry.”

My cock twitches at the motion, imagining something else between those lips. Little does she know I’ve imagined her as mine more times than I’d like to admit.

It fucking tears me up from the inside out. I instantly pull her onto my lap, cradling her into my chest, my arms wrapped tightly around her. Using my fingers to tilt her chin up to mine, I wait until her watery eyes meet mine to talk. “You honor your mom every day by going after your dream, just like she did. You make your mom proud every day simply by being you. I may have never met her, but I’d bet my life that it’s true.” More tears fall down her cheeks now, and, this time, I brush them away with my thumb. She leans into my touch.

“I don’t think you should keep her. I take it back.” Finn looks at Cameron, and if I were eating something, I would be choking. What’s that look?

“Tough shit, we know too much about each other now. She’s stuck with me.” Cameron tilts his head at me with a sly smile, dimples in full effect, then winks.

Cameron presses his thigh against mine, unconsciously or not I’m not sure, but the slight touch sends a shiver through me. Is he jealous

Cameron must notice the longing look I’m giving his blanket because he snickers. “Hm?” I hum, wanting to know exactly why he’s laughing. He shakes his head, “You’re looking at my blanket as if it’s someone you want but can’t have.”

“What are you doing?” I ask. “Walking you to your door,” he says nonchalantly. I peer at him through narrowed eyes, my lips scrunched up. “Stop being cute and just let me,” he smiles, those dimples pulling in at his cheeks.

It was a third-person perspective of me on Cameron’s lap last night, spilling my worst fears as he held me tightly. He looked at me like I was precious to him. I included the cozy blanket I loved using, and the Marvel movie playing on the TV. It’s becoming one of my favorite drawings.

Whenever I do something that gets us a point, I can feel his eyes on me. I glance his way and see his smile, so big and proud smile, as he cheers me on. It only makes me smile and play that much harder.

Cameron must sense this and pulls me into him, wrapping me up in sandalwood and fresh linen. In safety and warmth. I feel hidden and safe here. It allows me to slow my mind and my breaths as my ear rests against his heart, listening to the beats that eventually mine mimic. Cameron rubs his hands up and down my back, soothing me as I tightly grip his back, feeling like he’s my personal safety raft. “Talk to me, please. It’s killing me,” he murmurs against my hair.

eyes. It causes a blaze of fury to run through me. Somebody put their hands on my girl.

“Then why do you look scared, love?” I ask her, noticing how the name of endearment flowed off my tongue so easily. I like it, and I don’t think she minded it. Despite her eyes widening at first, they also softened. “Because I didn’t want you to get hurt,” her voice cracks as a tear strolls down her cheek.

When I first saw her in that skirt, I thought about how good her legs looked, how perfect her ass was. But now, I want her covered up and warm.

“No, there’s no buts, love. You mean too much to me. Please don’t ever scare me like that again, okay?” he says, his voice rough and low. That damn nickname again makes me feel things I don’t want to feel but also crave.

Cameron shifts to my bookshelf, filled with more trophies and awards than actual books. “Are you good at volleyball or something?” he teases, looking at me over his shoulder with a smirk.

letting me step between them to get even closer to him. I don’t overthink it, I just do it. But once I’m in his space, his scent invading my senses, the heat from his body cloaking mine, I realize how bad of an idea it was. Cameron’s breaths seem to rise and fall more rapidly than before, and that only makes my heart race even faster as we stare intensely into each other’s eyes.

I run my fingers through his hair, pushing back his strands. Cam’s breath hitches, and my fingers halt their movement in his hair. “No. Keep going, please,” he breathes out.

give the guy credit because my boobs, although not large, are nearly spilling out of my shirt, and not once does he look. He keeps his eyes on mine, watching me with pure admiration as I run my fingers over his scalp, eliciting soft sighs from his lips. A large, warm hand suddenly lands on my thigh, sending a bolt of energy through my body as he gently moves me to sit on his thigh. Our faces are closer now, only a few centimeters apart, so close that I can see the golden specks in his eyes.

Hoisted up above him, with my hands resting at the back of his neck, I stare down into my favorite pair of eyes, feeling my breath catch in my throat. With my heart leading, I lean in and press my lips lightly against his. And then my world lights up. The kiss starts gentle, but my hands cup his face, deepening the kiss. My lips move over his, learning how to meld with his full, soft ones. I pull back when I realize he’s not kissing me back. I’m breathless and suddenly feel awkward,

determination. In response, I tug at the hair on the back of his head, which gets Cameron’s attention even more, causing him to snap. He holds me up with one arm around the back of my legs while the other comes up to the back of my head, allowing him to take further control.

Cameron surprises me by changing the tempo, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, then, with the open access, he delves his tongue inside. I instantly whimper at the invasion, welcoming him into my mouth as he explores it. He uses his tongue so well, knowing exactly how much to use and what to do with it. Now, I’m imagining it somewhere else. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he shifts his arm to better support me while our mouths meld into one. His hands come to rest on my ass, squeezing as he claims my mouth in every way possible.

Cameron pulls back, the both of us breathless and panting. “I want to taste more of you,” he breathes, licking his lips. I can feel my clit throbbing in my panties. I was already wet from our makeout session, but those simple words opened the floodgates. I squirm against him. “The feeling is mutual.” Resting his forehead against mine, he sighs. “I wanted to try and take this slow, but I don’t know if I can, love. Not after I’ve got my first taste. I want more.”

I wrap my hand around his, walking backward. I flirtatiously smile at him. “Come back inside with me.” Cameron halts, causing me to nearly slip at the abrupt stop. But of course, he catches me before my ass meets the snow, holding me close to him. “Rory, there’s something you should know.”

“No, because I’ll be the last. You won’t care about anyone before me, just like I don’t.” The last? That sends my heart into a sprint and my mind into a tailspin. I don’t know if we could be forever, only because of my goals, but I’m willing to be what we can be for now. “You talk a big game for a virgin,” I tease him, pecking him quickly on the lips, but then I go back in for a deeper one because that wasn’t enough. He nips at my lip, pulling back with a grin. “I want to learn how to please you. Think you can handle me?”

“Not tonight, though, love. Too much shit has happened. I want to just lay with you. Is that okay?” he asks, his tone gentle yet raspy. At that moment, I could see his need to just hold and be near me. To be intimate emotionally, despite our teasing minutes prior. While we meant what we said, it doesn’t need to happen right now.

placing my dirty clothes into the hamper, when I hear a rough grumble from my bed. My head flits that way, seeing Cameron lying on it, his mouth agape as his eyes rake over my entire body. I feel myself heat from his perusal, liking how his eyes are on me, taking me in like a meal he wants to devour. “You have nothing else to wear to bed?” he asks with a pleading tone.

“Nope. All I own are silk sets. It’s my guilty pleasure, along with lingerie.” His eyes nearly bug out of his head, his fist coming up to his mouth. “Stop talking, please, and put this on,” he says, gesturing to the ice pack in his hands.

He pins me with a look that says ‘seriously,’ then says, “Love, I’d find you sexy in anything. But this silk thing, it does something extra for me.”

“I’m proud of you,” he whispers into my ear. “For what?” I ask, my voice choppy with emotion. “For being you. For being so goddamn strong, confident, and an amazing person overall. It’s inspiring, and I’m proud of you. Not because you kick ass at volleyball, but because you add extra light to this world just being who you are.”

Waking up to her body against mine, it’s impossible to not react this way. Her tits pressed against my chest, toned thigh over my own, causing her shorts to ride up, making my mouth water at the swell of her ass. Aurora has an hourglass figure, a narrow waist under the swell of her breasts that aren’t too small or too big, not that I’d complain either way, and the curve of her backside is fucking phenomenal.

Aurora stirs against me, a soft moan leaving her lips. The sound does nothing to help my cock straining painfully against my zipper. It really doesn’t help when she grinds herself against it. “Cam,” she moans, her tone heady from sleep. I’ve never liked my name more. Her hips grind against me again, her soft sigh fanning against my chest. “Please,” she whimpers in her sleep, her hips rocking furiously against me. Jesus Christ, I’m going to come if she doesn’t stop. I pull her body on top of mine, my hands resting on her lower back, stirring her awake, her pretty hazel eyes finally opening. “Morning, beautiful,” I whisper, a grunt nearly escaping my throat as I feel her supple body on top of mine. Why the hell did I think this was a better choice?