I look at my caller ID, finding Mare’s face there instead. I’m about to ignore it, thinking maybe she’s calling to tell me she found out about the surprise, when I see she texted me, telling me to call her immediately.
“Don’t you dare do what I think you’re doing,” Camden warns, fisting his cock.
“One second,” I tell him, holding a finger up before swiping to answer.
His head falls back into the pillow with a soft thud. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
44
CAMDEN
“You can’t be serious.” My hands rest on my hips as Pippa throws my pants from last night on the bed.
“I said I’m sorry!” Pippa says, shoving her arms through the sleeves of her sweatshirt. “If it was anything else, I would’ve said I couldn’t help. But this is my brother and best friend, Camden.”
My cock throbs. I try to run my hands along it to get some sort of relief, but it’s no use. I’m going to be blue-balled, and there’s nothing I can say. She’s determined to help the people she loves—something I’d admire if I wasn’t hard as a goddamn rock for her, my cock still wet with her saliva.
“You don’t have to come with me. You can stay here and wait, and I’ll come back and…” Her eyes drift to my cock. “Finish what I started.”
“Damn straight we’ll finish this later,” I growl, angrily stepping into my boxer briefs.
“Don’t you have people you love? People you’d drop things for?”
I’d drop anything for you.
I seal my lips shut, not ready to admit that. All I do is pull clothes on and aim a dirty look in her direction whenever she looks at me. I hate that she’s a good person. I don’t, not really. But it’s really inconvenient at the moment.
“This wouldn’t be happening if they could just communicate better,” I spit, following her into the bathroom.
She laughs, running a brush through her hair. It’s a tangled mess from last night, from having my fingers weave through it as I fucked her. I was really looking forward to pulling the long strands of her hair while I fucked her face. Instead, I get to play goddamn cupid with her for her brother and best friend, who apparently don’t know how to use a phone.
“Probably,” she quips. “But they’re both stubborn as hell. They wanted to surprise one another. I think it’s cute, even if it failed on both their ends.”
“Why don’t I just book a private jet for your friend to get a flight back to Chicago? I could pull some strings and get it there quickly.”
“You’d charter a private jet for my best friend so I can go back to giving you a blow job?”
My frown turns into a smile. “Yes.”
She closes the distance between us, wrapping her arms around my middle and looking up at me with a smile. “That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me,” she teases.
I roll my eyes because I know I’ve said things far more romantic. Things I’ve wondered if I should’ve admitted or not. “Is that a yes?” I pull out my phone and hold it up between us. “I’ll make the call right now.”
She pushes against my phone. “No. I’m leaving in two minutes. If you’re coming with me, you need to be ready.”
“What happens if I don’t come?” I’ve already decided I’ll come with her. In my mind, I had her to myself all day. I don’t want to miss out on more time with her, even if a lot of it is tragically spent with other people.
“Then I’ll consider you not a hopeless romantic. It’ll make you way less attractive. A mini road trip will be fun,” she adds on, squeezing through her bathroom door.
“One more minute, Camden!” she calls from her hallway. I look over at Kitty, who stares up at me with big puppy dog eyes. Her tail wags enthusiastically, making a thumping sound as it hits the bathroom door.
I don’t have hair gel here, which is unfortunate because my hair is a mess. I wet my hands, trying to tame it as best as possible. I’m due for a haircut, but I won’t get it done in Sutten. Next time I’m back in Manhattan, I’ll have to book something with my barber. The water doesn’t work as effectively as I thought it would. My eyes scan over her bathroom counter, trying to see if she has anything I could use. I land on a giant red can of hair spray. Shrugging, I pull the lid off and spray my hair, almost hitting myself in the eyes in the process.
“What are you doing?” Pippa asks from behind me, a smile playing on her lips.