Unspoken Words (Unspoken #1) Page 10

  Jamie turns and looks at me in the backseat, I simply just shake my head, telling him to drop it. I don’t want us to bicker while we are here. Let’s just enjoy ourselves. If I had to guess, Jamie is probably annoyed that my brother is on the trip with us now that he told me how he feels. Jamie nods his head understanding what I said without actually saying it.

  We pull up outside of Cheers and I am the first to get out of the truck. Jamie gets out and walks over to hand his phone to my brother. He advances toward me, but rather than stand next to the sign, he positions himself behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me tightly against his chest. My brother takes a picture.

  Jamie leans down and kisses my cheek. I am praying my brother is still taking pictures of us. In one swift movement, he spins me around and places his hands under my arms and lifts me up, so that I am above his head looking down into his eyes. Swinging me around in a circle, I laugh out loud at what he’s doing. As he lowers me, my body slowly glides down his, and he kisses me on the lips, before gently dropping me to my feet again. I laugh as we turn to look at my brother, whose eyes are sharp and assessing us. Christian’s infectious grin appears, “It’s about fucking time. You can thank me for this, you know.”

  “Well, thank you, my wise brother. What would I ever do without you?”

  “The two of you would still be pussy footing around like you have been for years,” Christian replies.

  “I’m sure my awesomeness has nothing to do with it,” I tease.

  Jamie laughs, “Thanks, buddy. Maybe we can find you a love interest of your own and you can stop cock-blocking me with your sister.”

  I watch Christian’s eyes widen. “Let’s get one thing straight. I don’t have an issue with you dating Camryn. But I don’t ever want to hear the word cock and my sister’s name leave your mouth in the same sentence.”

  Jamie laughs and raises his hands in surrender.

  While driving back to New York City, I am in the backseat not paying attention to Jamie or my brother while they talk about the studio time Troubled Pasts has scheduled over the next few weeks. Morgan and I are texting back and forth.

  Me: You are not going to believe what happened while I was in Boston.

  Morgan: Fill me in then, bitch.

  Me: Jamie and I kissed. Like really kissed.

  Morgan: WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How did that happen? How was it? Was it everything you imagined it would be? Come on, give me the dirty details. Did you guys do the nasty?

  Me: Slow down there, girlfriend. You just shot off 100 questions. I don’t know how it happened. He kissed me in the bar while I was there checking out the band. Then when we got back to the hotel afterwards, one thing led to another, and it happened again.

  Morgan: One thing led to another??? What does that mean? Did you sleep with him? I am dying to know how he is in bed!!!! Give me details, bitch!!!!!! NOW!!!!!

  Me: LOL ;)

  Morgan: Why are you avoiding my questions?

  Me: I am not avoiding them, you are just asking them faster than I can respond. NO, we did not sleep together, not in the true sense, at least. Not for my lack of trying. Jamie and I agreed to take things slow to see where things go. He was my first kiss when I was fourteen, but, boy . . . has he changed. The things he does with his tongue and his hands . . . My body quivers just from him kissing and touching me . . . GIRL . . . I can only imagine what it will be like when we do sleep together.

  Morgan: Okay, I am fanning myself now. I want to know EVERYTHING when you get home. Don’t forget we need to go look for costumes for the Risqué Halloween Masquerade when you get home. Any ideas on what you are looking for?

  Me: Nah, when I see it, I’ll know. But I want it to be something that will make Jamie’s jaw drop. BUT nothing too skanky.

  Morgan: Girl, then just stand naked in front of him, that will do the trick. Gotta run, I’m at Redemption tonight going through stock to get this week’s liquor order together. Love ya, girl.

  Me: Love ya, too. I’ll text you tomorrow.

  JAMIE

  WE ARE BOOKED solid at the studio for the entire next month. I need to figure out when I can squeeze practice in with the band. Troubled Pasts is scheduled for studio time every day this week. Great, that means I get to see that douche, Chad, more than I want.

  I don’t know why they are on the schedule again this week, I was under the impression they got the tracks that they needed in order to approach a few record companies hoping to sign a deal last week.

  The more time I spend with Chad, he rubs me the wrong way. I can’t exactly put my finger on why I don’t like him, I just don’t. He is paying for studio time, and every opportunity that arises, he is asking questions about Camryn. For someone who only met her once last year when she did a piece on them, and again by coincidence by sitting next to him on a plane, he acts as if they are long lost friends. Once again he asked Christian for his sister’s number and as Christian said before, “If she wanted you to have it, she would have given it to you. You’re here to work on your record, not inquire about my sister.”

  I just sat back and listened to the dude make an ass out of himself. The more he asked Christian about Cami last week, the more pissed off I got. I think Christian is becoming a little annoyed with Chad’s persistence with Camryn. Christian usually lets shit roll off his back, but he is very protective of Camryn. I just sat back and watched the situation unfold before me, knowing that I was the one who would talk to Camryn before she closes her eyes at night, that my voice would be the last she heard before she falls asleep. Camryn and I have always talked on the phone, lately we talk into the wee hours of the morning.

  My phone vibrates in my pocket. I shift in my seat and pull my phone out. Immediately, I am pleased with who the text is from.

  Camryn: Meet me in your office.

  Me: What? When?

  Camryn: I didn’t stutter. Meet me in your office. Hurry.

  Me: I’m on my way.

  I stand from my chair, straighten my shoulders and clear my throat. “I’ll be right back. I have to make a phone call in my office.”

  Christian looks over from the sound board, “Sure, Troubled Pasts should be here at one o’clock. We’ve got time.”

  My footsteps thunder down the hall. With each step, my pulse increases. What is Camryn up to?

  When I open my office door, my eyes widen. Camryn is lounged casually against my desk, in a tight grey skirt, a white blouse tucked in and those damn fuck me heels. Her feet are crossed at her ankles and her palms flat against my desk.

  “Lock the door,” she says seductively.

  I do as I’m told, the click of the lock echoing in the silent office.

  She straightens her body, curling her finger, “Come have a seat.”

  I walk over, spread Camryn’s leg with mine and stand between them. My arms wrap firmly around her waist, pulling her body against mine. My mouth needs to be on her. I whisper in her hair “To what do I owe the honor of having this mid-afternoon visit?”

  She leans in, her lips touch mine lightly. “I missed you. I wanted to see you.”

  My lips capture hers, more demanding this time. Searing a path down her neck, I nip her earlobe. It doesn’t take much and my erection is pressing against my zipper. “Do you feel what you are doing to me?” My voice rough and raw with arousal.

  Camryn laughs and her hand pushes against my chest, putting distance between us. She withdraws from my arms and shifts her ass off my desk. I reach out to her, “Where do you think you’re going?”

  She moves to the right dodging my grasps. She wiggles her finger at me. “Have a seat Mr. Banks.” She motions toward the couch in the corner of my office. I like where this is going.

  I make my way over to the couch. Camryn stops me before I sit down. Her shaky hands reach for my belt buckle, unfastening it. She doesn’t waste time and unbuckles my pants. The sound of my zipper echoes through the silent room. The only other sound is my heart poundin
g against my chest and the hiss that escapes my mouth when her hand wraps around my hard cock.

  After a few strokes, I am hard as steel. Withdrawing her hand from my cock she pushes my pants past my ass. “Sit,” she says, pushing her hands against my chest. I do as I’m told.

  Never undressing herself except for undoing her hair, letting it fall free around her shoulders, I am not prepared for what Camryn does next. She gets on her knees, wrapping her fist around my cock again. I’m not sure if I hoped she would climb on top of me and straddle me, but I surely didn’t think she would be on her knees in front of me, in my office.

  She licks her plush pink lips. Damn those lips, I am not prepared for what she is about to do. The moment her lips wrap around my erection, I just about lose my shit. Slowly her tongue moves around my head, while her hand massages my balls. It’s not gonna take long for me to come. I try to think of anything other than her soft lips wrapped around me. The tingle begins at the base of my spine. My balls tighten to my body. My hips jerk up off the couch when Camryn hums against me. I push against Camryn’s shoulder. “Baby, you gotta slow this train down. It’s been a long time and I’m not going to last,” saying this through gritted teeth, I continue, “I’m gonna come. Stop. Please.”

  She doesn’t stop, she does the exact opposite. She sucks harder, her hand begins to work up and down my shaft. “Tink, you’re gonna make me come.”

  My dick pops from her mouth, “Not yet, I’m not finished.”

  Her tongue slowly traces my head. She nips it lightly with her teeth. I lean my head back against the couch, I close my eyes, savoring this moment. She takes my entire length in her mouth. I hit the back of her throat and there’s no holding back my orgasm. I moan and fist her hair as I move her mouth to the rhythm of my hips. Fucking hell, what she’s doing to my dick is beyond my wildest fantasy. I feel her swallow around my dick as I swear she took me in even deeper and I damn near lose it.

  I look down at her, her wide eyes staring back at me. Unspoken words pass between us. She’s giving me permission to come in her mouth. When her tongue swirls my head, I growl. “Fuck, you look beautiful.” My hands grip her hair tighter as her hand works its way over my shaft. She tightens her grip, sucking harder making my hips jerk in wild spasms. I can’t hold it any longer. I see stars. Fucking stars as I come.

  And this goddess takes every last drop, even when she’s finished she slowly wraps her tongue around my shaft as she slides that glorious fucking mouth all the way up my dick.

  Camryn sits back on her heels. “Mr. Banks, I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.”

  I can’t even speak, my chest heaves. Once I am able to get my bearings, “Tink, you have no idea how much I enjoyed that.”

  She smiles shyly.

  “I don’t even want to know where you learned to do that.”

  Camryn laughs. “I read a lot of romance novels.”

  I raise my brow at her. “What are you saying?”

  “Read between the lines, Jamie.”

  “Was I your first?”

  She nods, avoiding my eyes, she picks at the hem of her skirt. My Tink is embarrassed.

  I’ve just fallen even deeper in love with her. “Baby, I love that I was your first.”

  I hear my phone vibrating. Camryn picks it up off the floor and hands it to me. “Shit, Troubled Pasts just got here. They have studio time scheduled.” My eyes drop to Camryn who is still sitting on the floor.

  “It’s okay, Jamie. You’re at work, so go work. I just wanted to stop by and help you relax for a little bit.”

  “Oh, trust me, I’m relaxed. I just wish I didn’t have clients here. I would love to lie you on the couch and return the favor right now. I will be returning the favor. I wish you weren’t staying with Morgan tonight.”

  I quickly tuck myself back in my pants and stand, extending my hand to Camryn, helping her up from her knees. My hands circle her hips, pulling her against my chest. I look down at my little Tink, “I missed you and thank you,” I say and place a kiss on her forehead.

  She leans on her tiptoes kissing me on the lips. “I missed you more. You can make it up to me another day. Now get out there, I’ll be out in a few. I need to freshen up. I can’t go seeing my brother, looking like I do.”

  “Yeah, I don’t think that is a great idea. Your hair is a mess and your lips are swollen.” Smiling I know I’m the reason she has that just fucked look. Just the way I want her to look.

  “Then my job here is accomplished, Mr. Banks,” she says as she walks into the adjourning bathroom in my office.

  The door to the studio opens and in walks Chad like he owns the place. The band follows in shortly behind him. Christian tells them to get set up and we would be with them in a few minutes.

  “I haven’t seen Camryn, how is she?” Chad asks.

  “Camryn isn’t your concern.” I say calmly, not letting this douche know he works my last nerve.

  “She may not be my concern . . . right now, but I’d like to explore the opportunity.”

  “That won’t be happening.” This douche can’t take a hint. Camryn is mine.

  “Really? You seem quite sure of yourself,” Chad says with a raised brow.

  “Yeah, you could say that,” I say firmly, as the images of Camryn on her knees in front of me not even twenty minutes ago flash through my mind.

  Christian shifts his eyes from me to Chad, then clears his throat.

  “Why don’t we get started? We have a lot to get to today.”

  Chad walks into the sound room and places his headphones on.

  I turn to Christian, “I can’t stand that motherfucker. The quicker we can get his shit done, the quicker he can get the hell out of New York.”

  The door opens and I turn to see Camryn walk in. Her hips sway as she makes her way over to me. She sits on my lap placing her arms around my shoulders. She leans down, her lips meeting mine. “I’m gonna head out. I wanted to say goodbye.”

  “Hey, sis, what brings you here today?”

  “I had a few things to handle with Jamie.”

  “Really what?” Christian asks curiously

  “Nothing you need to be concerned about.”

  Christian looks between us and shakes his head. “I don’t even want to know.”

  Camryn laughs. “Don’t ask questions, if you don’t want to know the answers.”

  I rub my hand up and down her thigh. “You’re awful, you know that, right?”

  She leans in and whispers in my ear “I’ll be waiting on your return favor . . . or maybe I’ll handle my own needs while I wait for you to get done.” She stands from my lap, a sexy as hell smile on her face. I adjust myself because I am getting hard again thinking about her bringing herself to orgasm and knowing I most definitely want to watch her. What can I say, my girl has that effect on me. She turns to leave and I smack her on the ass. “You can stop by the office anytime. Call me when you get to Morgan’s. Have fun with the girls tonight.”

  When the door closes behind Camryn, I turn back and see Chad glaring at me. Yeah, take that fucker, I told you she was mine. I raise my brows at him.

  We spend the next six hours finalizing another song that they couldn’t get right last week. So once that is squared away, I am hoping I never see this prick again.

  “Are we finished here? I’m gonna head over to Parker’s place to get a few hours of practice in for next week’s gig.”

  “Yeah, I got this covered. I just need to make a few adjustments on this piece and I’m done for the day. Go ahead. I’ll wrap things up here and catch you later.”

  I grab my bag to head out the door, but the hairs on the back of my neck are standing up. Something doesn’t feel right. When I look over my shoulder in the direction of the band, I notice Chad is standing there glaring at me. I simply nod my head, and walk out the door.

  Running late sucks. I overslept this morning after hitting my snooze about five times. I slept like shit last night, the last time I looked at th
e clock it read three-thirty. No wonder my ass is dragging today. After shooting Christian a text letting him know I would be a few minutes late, his reply suggested I grab us Starbucks on the way in.

  There are at least fifteen people in front of me, so I am praying that the line moves quickly. I hear a laugh that warms me from the inside out. I would know that laugh anywhere. I look around the coffee shop and that is when I spot her. Camryn is sitting by the window with her earbuds in and her laptop open. I know she stayed with Morgan last night, so I knew she was in the City. I just didn’t expect to see her up and about so early.

  My skin crawls when I see that fucking douchebag, Chad, sitting across from her. What the fuck is he doing here?

  I pull my phone out of my pocket and send Camryn a quick text.

  Me: Good morning, beautiful! Whatcha doing?

  I see her phone light up on the table. When she grabs her phone, a smile immediately appears on her face.

  Cami: I’m at Starbucks. Trying to get this piece done to send to Shelby. Lincoln was at Morgan’s, so I headed out early. Whatcha doing?

  Me: I’m grabbing coffee on my way to the studio. I’m running late.

  Cami: Really. If I would have known you were heading to the studio this early, we could have met for breakfast, or even just coffee. I miss you

  Me: Don’t worry, baby, you’ll see me soon enough.

  Cami: I wish it would be sooner. I’m stuck here at a table with Chad from Troubled Pasts. I tried to blow him off. He didn’t take the hint. I’m annoyed. Actually, I am pissed. I have work to do. Ugh . . .

  Camryn puts her phone back on the table. She gives Chad a fake smile, then picks up her coffee to take a sip. I place my order and wait patiently for it, never taking my eyes off of Camryn. She hasn’t noticed me yet. There is no doubt, by the look on her face, she’s annoyed. I didn’t need her to confirm it in her text, I know my girl. When I read the text that Chad just helped himself to the empty seat, that pisses me off. This guy doesn’t give up. He can’t take a hint. Once I have my coffees, I head over to Cami’s table.

  She doesn’t see me approach the table, but Chad does. I can see his demeanor immediately changes. His lips thin in anger, his nostrils flare with fury. He gives me a hostile glare when I lean over, placing a kiss on Camryn’s cheek. “Good morning, baby,” I say with a smug smile. Eat that, shit head.