Page 44 of Harboring Shantae

"Actually, I slept here as well."

That got her attention. Her head shot up, and she met his amused glare.

"I wanted to make sure you weren't going to do something crazy or possibly get sick in your sleep, so yeah, I slept here with you. On the other side of the bed, of course."

Camron's bed was a California king, so it was entirely possible for them to both sleep in the same bed, but not actually together. It was a little disappointing. She had always wondered what it would be like to sleep next to him and the first time she had to be too drunk to enjoy it.

"I'm so embarrassed."

"Why?"

"Why?" A strangled laugh bubbled up her throat. "How about because I decided to get drunk on wine for the first time in I don't even know how long. Or maybe it's because I threw myself at you and tried to climb you like a spider monkey so I could have my way with you. Or even hell, maybe, just maybe, it's because I practically begged you to fuck me, to which you responded by turning me down."

"Pretty sure I didn't turn you down."

No, he definitely did not. What he said was actually so much better, and just thinking about it made her soak her panties.

"And I meant it. Every. Single. Word."

Lord have mercy, that was hawt. The way he stabbed out each word in that deep voice. She wanted to fan herself. No, correction, she was in desperate need of changing her panties before she left a damn wet spot all over his nice sleek comforter.

"I need to go do ..." She hopped off the bed. "... something."

She was out the door and halfway down the hall before the last word was completely out of her mouth. She could hear Camron calling her name, but she didn't stop. Instead, she charged into her room and slammed the door. Locking it for good measure as she scurried herself into the bathroom and cranked the shower on.

She just needed a minute to process, think about what happened, and go over what it all meant. Before last night, Camron kept himself at a safe distance away, both emotionally and physically. She hated it, but understood why he felt the need. That was before. But then she got drunk and practically propositioned him. He didn't turn her down as she would've expected. In fact, he seemed interested.

Extremely so.

And that's what she couldn't understand. What changed? Why the sudden flip?

Shantae grabbed the hem of the shirt and yanked it over her head. Camron's scent filled her nose, and instead of dropping it to the floor, she leaned against the vanity and brought the piece of fabric up to her face. She allowed herself just a moment to be weak. A single second to just fill her lungs with as much of him as she could before she knew he would want it back.

With any luck, she could hide it for a few days. Get her fill before he asked for it.

She stepped into the shower and let the water cascade over her sensitized body. She was in desperate need of a good release. The loofah brushed over her engorged clit and that was it. She couldn't take it anymore. Dropping the sponge, she used her fingers and palm to work herself up, teasing her little bundle of nerves until her legs quivered and she was forced to prop herself up against the shower wall with her other hand. A soft moan passed her lips, and she leaned her forehead against the cool tile.

That was a record. Never had she let go so fast. It was a testament to how sexually frustrated she really was.

Shantae rushed through the rest of her shower. It wasn't the day to wash her hair and standing under the water didn't hold as much appeal as it did when she first escaped to her room.

Now, hide in her room or face the music? That was the question. She could be a coward and stay locked away. It was a Saturday, so she didn't have anywhere to be. But she was hungry. She hadn't eaten more than two bites of the delicious waffle Camron brought her and one of those bites she had to force down due to anxiety grabbing a hold of her throat.

With her decision made, Shantae tossed some clothes on. Again reminding herself that she needed to go shopping just as soon as she got her first paycheck. The suitcase she packed only contained a few days' worth of clothes. Not enough to live off long term and certainly not a variety for different occasions.

She felt marginally better to take on the problems ahead as she slipped back out of her room.

Shantae found Camron in the kitchen waiting for her. He was casually leaning against the counter with one foot draped over the other and his arms crossed over his impressive chest. She couldn't help but stare at the way his muscles bulged beneath the shirt sleeves.

Talk about arm porn.

"Feel better after your shower?" He smirked.

Was he laughing at her for running away? It sure sounded like it, and the way his lips turned up just the slightest on one side certainly made her think that was the case.

"Yes, in fact, I do." She lifted her head a little higher and stomped farther into the room. "Now, I'm famished and in need of some food."

"There's more waffles staying warm in the oven."