Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
There was a knock at my door, and I frowned. Cam was picking me up, but he normally texted and I went downstairs. It wasn’t like he was picking me up for a date and needed to come to my door. There was no reason the two of us had to ride together, but we were, and I wasn’t surprised by that. It always felt good spending time with Cam. I wasn’t sure I would have ended up staying in Fever Falls if it hadn’t been for him.
I pulled open the door, and the second I did, my eyes snagged on Cam. He was wearing black slacks, a white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled to his elbows, with suspenders, and the first two buttons on his collar left open. “Holy fuck,” rolled out of my mouth, my brain not having time to catch up. He hadn’t shaved his stubble, but it was neat. His hair was somehow both messy and styled, and that goddamned jaw made me shiver. He looked…goddamn, he looked sexy.
He was sexy.
I thought Camden Burke was fucking gorgeous, but this was the first time I’d allowed myself to think of him in those terms, outside of our night with Melinda.
“That good, huh?” Cam cocked a brow.
“What? No.” I shook my head, then stopped. “Yeah. That good.” Why deny it? He already knew I’d wanted him, knew I was questioning things.
“I didn’t expect you to admit it. You’re gonna be the death of me. You know that, right, Beautiful?” Fire sparked in his eyes, and Christ, did I like it. I liked Cam’s eyes on me…I liked that he wanted me, which yeah, was not typical for me.
I didn’t answer him. Couldn’t. Just took him in. The veins in his hands and forearms really did it for me. I liked how strong he looked. His stubble…what would it feel like on my skin?
“You don’t stop looking at me like that, and we’re not making it to the wedding.”
Those words did several things to me. Made my skin flush and my dick perk up. The way he talked to me—his confidence, really—turned me on. And they also snapped me out of whatever the fuck was going on with my brain. Lately, thoughts of me and Cam kept rolling through me, and I really wanted someone to talk to about it.
But the people I talked to were Camden and Rush, and I wasn’t sure how much I could talk to either of them about Cam.
“You’re blushing.” Cam stepped forward and raised his hand. Then, as if reconsidering, he began to lower it again.
“No,” I rushed out. “You can.”
His eyes sparked again with a heat that singed me. He cupped my cheek, brushed his thumb against my skin. My eyes fell closed, and I just felt.
His thumb ran over my bottom lip, my cheekbone. His fingers were rough, callused, a reminder of who this was, even though I couldn’t see him. I lost myself in it, melted into his touch that was so damn addicting, I suddenly wondered how I’d ever been without it.
“This changes things,” he said, dropping his hand.
“Yeah, I think it does.” I wasn’t sure there was any denying it anymore. I didn’t want to see Cam with Melinda or with another guy. I wanted to experience him for myself. “We should, um…we should go.” I cleared my throat.
I turned and grabbed my suit jacket, sliding it on. I was wearing cream dress pants with a white shirt and a cream jacket.
I walked out, closed and locked the door behind me, and got a few feet away before I realized Cam wasn’t moving. “What?” I looked back at him.
“You look really fucking hot too. Just taking a minute to enjoy the view.”
Damned if my face didn’t heat again. I wanted Camden Burke, and now I had to figure out what in the hell I was going to do about it.
The wedding was outdoors, at Swift Creek Lodge, about half an hour from Fever Falls. There were orange and red leaves scattered on the ground, white chairs lined up in front of a gazebo, and the creek running alongside it. The twinkling lights around the gazebo almost looked like lightning bugs were there for the day. The whole area was surrounded by trees, by fall, with this soft, romantic vibe that was strong enough I could feel it.
I sat with Cam, Sawyer, Carter, Dax, Jace, Keegan, Owen, Casey, and Steve. Neither Ashton nor Beau had much family—Ash having none at all—but they had this close-knit group of friends, and I found myself getting a pang in my chest. Not that they hadn’t pulled me into the fold, because they had. They’d been nothing but welcoming, but I knew the base crew of Ash, Beau, Linc, Rush, Cam, and Sawyer had a special bond between them. Even though Ash came in later, he felt more a part of it than I did, maybe because he was from the Falls and because of what he shared with Beau. I’d never had the kind of friendship they all shared with anyone other than Rush.