Page 88 of Made to Be

Just as quickly as it all happened, the whirlwind that was us any time we visited the diner ended, and Cam and I were once again left to ourselves. I looked at him the same moment that he turned to me. The relief on his face made a broad smile spread on my own. Then the question nagging at my brain rose to the surface,

“You weren’t just childhood friends, were you?”

Cam’s head tilted to the side. “What?”

“You and Avery,” I grumbled in a pout.

Mature, Vic. Real mature.

Once Cam realized what I was insinuating, his eyes widened. Then that frown transformed into a smirk.A smirk. Little shit.

Anger flared hot and bright, and I debated using one of my more minor spells on Cam in my annoyance. Maybe a quick zap to his ass would teach him a lesson about rubbing his past flings in my face.

“No, we really were just friends.” Cam squeezed the hand he was still holding while lifting the other to cup the side of my neck. “There’s nothing between us like that. Well... Except that he was my first kiss.”

I jolted, “What?”

He chuckled, shoulders vibrating with his laughter. “I’m just teasing, Victor.” Then he leaned in to whisper directly into my ear, “I like when you’re jealous.”

His breath sent racing shivers over my body as a wicked bolt of lust coursed its way through me. His responding chuckle was honey smooth and just as sweet.

“Let’s head home, Victor.”

I stood so fast a wave of vertigo nearly took me out, light-headed as I already was. The relief at this being a false alarm, that no one dangerous was looking for Cam, that no one knew the truth about what happened to him, was leaving me giddy with happiness.

Giggling like a couple of horny teenagers, we left some cash on the table and swiftly made our way back home.

***

We didn’t even make it through the door before Cam’s mouth was on mine. As soon as it shut behind us, keeping the cold at bay, my back was immediately pressed into the entryway wall. Pinned in place by Cam’s muscles and needy groans, I flung my arms around his neck, essentially throwing myself into him. Hot shivers raced over my body as his hands rucked up my sweater to greedily splay his palms on my bare sides.

Heat sparked low in my belly where his thumbs pressed in on either side. I could feel the points of each finger where he squeezed me tight, keeping my groin pressed to his.

I boldly ground myself against his already hard cock earning a delicious whimper against my lips.

A thud from upstairs had both of our heads snapping up. We were each panting heavily, chests brushing with each shared gasp of breath.

“What was-” Cam began, but I cut him off with a bruising, demanding kiss.

“Just the ghost,” I purred against his lips. “She’ll get the hint.”

Just then, there was a hard thump. Almost like wood cracking against stone. Cam pulled back with a groan of pain before his arms left me, and he toppled to the ground. Without his support, I teetered to the side as the room came into focus without the wall of Cam’s body.

And the figure of the man now looming infront of me.

CHAPTER 16:

A shovel does, in fact, come in handy.

BY THE TIME MY eyes drifted open, the sharp ache in my skull was an intense pounding that had every nerve in my body burning with pain. It felt like my skull was in a vice, seconds from cracking to pieces under the immense pressure.

I didn’t even recall losing consciousness. But I had. Just after something solid slammed into the side of my head.

Warm wetness now coated my temple as my blurry vision cleared slightly. Reaching up to swipe the uncomfortable stickiness away, I met resistance; my hands were bound. The hardness beneath me was one of my rickety kitchen chairs, and my arms were tied painfully tight behind me, secured through the wooden posts of its back. Somehow my glasses had managed to miraculously remain on my face and looking around, I noticed my living room, but it was empty. The lights were dimmed and the window blinds shut, but it wasstill bright enough that I could distinguish my surroundings.

Then it hit me.

Panic sent my mind reeling as my gaze darted to the doorway where Cam had fallen. No, not fallen. Been knocked out. But his body was no longer there. And the man...