Lately, Cam was scaring me, and Kyle was on my shit list after his sexist comments, although, I wasn’t too mad with him.
He had, after all, given my one of the best orgasms of my life yesterday, but I figured he needed to sweat it out a little before I caved, which eventually, I would, because, let’s face it; I always did.
I heard footsteps in the hall and prayed they would stay out of the kitchen.
I had no such luck.
The kitchen door opened and Cam walked in. Her eyes met mine, and I was immediately concerned.
“What’s wrong?” I demanded, taking in her red-rimmed eyes, and blotchy face. “Why are you crying?”
Cam snuffled. Her chest quivered.
“Can I talk to you, Lee?” she asked in a hoarse voice.
Her shoulders sagged as she came to join me at the table.
Sitting down, she folded her hands on the table and began to twiddle her thumbs, nervously, I think.
“I’ve done something terrible,” she whispered. Her voice cracked. “I’m still, doing something terrible.”
I straightened up and reached across to hold her hand. “Cam, you’re starting to scare me,” I confessed.
She was though; she hadn’t been herself in months.
“It’s so bad, Lee,” she breathed, choking up with emotion. “You won’t understand. You’ll hate me.”
I squeezed her hand.
“You can talk to me,” I urged. “You know you can tell me anything. You’re my best friend and I love you. I won’t judge you.”
“How can you still consider me your best friend?” she cried, wiping her eyes with her hands. “I’ve been a bitch.” She sighed and grabbed my hands. “Oh, Lee, I’ve been such a bitch to you. You didn’t deserve it. You don’t deserve the way I’ve been treating you.”
“It’s okay,” I murmured in a soothing voice. “It’s in the past.”
“I’m so screwed up right now. My guilt…What I’ve done, I took it out on you.” She blanched, and covered her face with her hands. “Oh, god, what I did to you, trying to force you into that room…”
“Stop, Cam,” I begged, not wanting to bring up the memory of that night. “Just tell me; please tell me what’s going on.”
Cam lowered her hands, and looked at me guiltily.
“When you were in the hospital,” she sobbed. “I…”
The front door slammed, and Kyle and Derek’s voices filled the house.
Cam leapt up and backed out of the kitchen.
“Forget it,” she muttered. “Please, forget what I told you.”
I watched her retreat, absolutely dumbfounded, and irritated.
Whatever was going on with Cam, she was about to tell me, and those two idiots had interrupted her.
“Wahey, it’s the resident incubator. How’s the bun?” Derek asked, swaying, as he walked into the kitchen.
I groaned and lowered my head in my hands.
That’s all I needed; a drunk idiot, falling around the place.
“Hey, don’t talk about my bun, you douche.”
My head snapped up, and I doubly groaned.
Make that two drunk idiots...
Kyle staggered through the door, taking two steps, before slamming heavily against the table.
“Whoops,” he laughed, sliding onto a chair.
Shaking his head, his glazed eyes met mine.
A predatory smile crossed his face.
“Princess,” he purred.
“Dude,” Derek said in a joking tone and I turned my head to look at him. He was grinning like a lunatic. “Do you think if you blew into her mouth, the kid would pop out?”
Kyle bent over the table snickering. “Pop. Good one, dude.”
“You two are disgusting,” I snapped as I pulled myself up. “So childish.”
I pushed my chair in hard and moved for the door.
Grabbing my waist, Kyle pulled me towards him and rested his face against my belly.
Lifting the fabric of my string top, he rubbed his nose against the swell of my stomach.
“Kyle,” I warned, holding my hands in the air. “Get off.”
“Mommy’s mad at me, kid,” he mumbled, kissing my belly. “But it’s Uncle Derek’s fault. He’s a bad in-flue-ence on daddy.”
“Other way around, dude,” Derek hiccupped, staggering towards us. “You’re the one who wanted to go to that last bar.”
Kyle,” I whispered, shocked that he was talking so intimately to my stomach. “Come on, let me go, and go to bed.”
“Now that’s what I’m talking about, baby” Kyle slurred, tightening his hold on my hips.
“Alone,” I growled, embarrassed that he was making a scene in front of Derek. “I meant, go to bed alone, Kyle.”