Shit, his cum is leaking. I cross my thighs and lean against a barstool, trying to look natural. From across the room, Cam’s eyes are locked on me while he takes a swig of beer. That cocky son of a bitch. “Yeah, sort of a family friend.” It’s beginning to run down my leg. “I’m really sorry, I’m not feeling well and need to head home. But it was really nice to meet you.”
