The Bacelor: Make A Sex Deal

Blood.

“Camden-”

“Don’t worry.” His hands were back on my face. “I knew this was going to happen. That’s why I said we were going to shower and I was going to clean you up.” His nose pressed against mine. “You were perfect tonight, Oaklyn.”

My body was still reeling from the invasion, fighting the soreness, trying to find a normalcy again.

But it had been worth every second of pain, and I knew, next time, it would feel even better.

“I love you.”

“God, baby”-he tugged my lip before he kissed me-“I fucking love you too.”

Camden

“D

o we really have to go?” Oaklyn asked from the backseat of the SUV, where my arm was tightly wrapped around her, holding her as close as I could get her.

Her question was everything I’d been thinking about during this short drive.

Because, goddamn it, this trip had been fucking perfect. Every second of it. From the moment she walked into the suite and jumped into my arms to when we took the final ride in the elevator to the lobby, her lips pressed to mine the entire way, our last embrace before we climbed into the backseat to get a ride to the private airport.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

We’d hiked every recommended trail. We ate at some incredible restaurants. We spent hours at the spa, getting treatments I’d never even heard of.

And the best part, I’d gotten to lick, taste, swallow, and fucking devour every inch of Oaklyn’s body.

Not only had I taken her virginity, but every time I was inside her, I got her a little more comfortable with my size, I got her mind off the pain, and I got her to fucking scream on every occasion.

Days and nights of uninterrupted time with my girl-everything I’d wanted.

And now, we were headed home, where we’d tell my sister the truth about us.

I kissed the side of Oaklyn’s head, breathing in her fruity scent. “We can stay.”

“Mmm,” she moaned. “I work from home. I mean, I can easily extend this trip forever. But can you?”

“No.”

“I know.” She sighed.

“I have an idea.”

I was thinking ahead. I didn’t care about the outcome of our upcoming conversation with Hannah; there was no way I was letting her go.

“Ohhh, yeah?”

“You’re going to New York in a few weeks for work, I believe. How about I go with you? We can spend a few days in Manhattan and take the shuttle to Boston and do a couple of days there. I’ll meet with the Hooked guys one of the mornings, and for the rest of the time, I can show you around my old city-assuming you haven’t been and you’re interested in seeing it.”

She turned toward me, smiling. “Camden, I would love that more than anything.”

“Me too.” I ducked my face into her neck, securing both arms around her, keeping her in my hold, even after the SUV pulled onto the tarmac, only feet from where the private plane was waiting.

Since I’d insisted that Oaklyn cancel her commercial flight, we had the entire ride back to LA to ourselves, but depending on my sister’s schedule, we were either going to her house tonight or tomorrow.

That thought, that fucking worry, that unknown, was creating the largest hole in my chest.

I loved this woman.

I needed this woman.

I needed her more than air.

The driver opened the backseat door, and when I didn’t release her, Oaklyn asked, “Are you okay?”

I exhaled into her neck, my grip tightening.

“I know, Cam.” Her fingers landed on my forearm, squeezing. “I feel the same way. Trust me. But I love you, and that’s all that matters right now.”

I growled at her words, holding them in my chest, hoping they would fill that gaping hole.

And I didn’t release her, not until after our bags were loaded onto the plane. Once she got out of the SUV, I followed directly behind her, my hand going to her lower back as she walked toward the stairs.

As soon as her feet hit the carpet below the first step, she turned toward me and circled her arms around my waist. “I know I’ve said this a million times already, but thank you for surprising me. You turned this trip into the most amazing dream.”

I held her cheeks, aiming her face up at me. “I’m so fucking in love with you, Oaklyn Rose.” I kissed her softly and gently, and when I pulled my lips away, I reached down and grasped her ass. “Get up those steps. I need a drink before I text my sister and find out her plans for tonight.”

Her eyes widened as she nodded. “That makes two of us.”

She climbed the stairs, and I followed a pace behind, noticing that when she got to the top, standing on the landing, she didn’t enter the plane. She just stayed there.

Frozen.

An odd feeling came across me as I looked at her back. From this angle, that was all I could see. “Oaklyn …” I couldn’t imagine what had caused her to halt, why she wasn’t making her way onto the plane. If she was suddenly hit with anxiety or wasn’t feeling well.

Hell, maybe she was about to tell me that she didn’t want us to confess to my sister tonight.

I had no fucking idea.

But since she still hadn’t responded, I tried again. “Oaklyn?” When a few seconds passed and I still didn’t get a reaction from her, I moved in behind her, joining her on the landing. “Baby, what’s wrong?” My arm slipped around her stomach, and I pulled her against my chest, staring at the back of her head, waiting for her to face me.

It was that movement, pulling her toward me, gripping her stomach, that earned me a reaction.

Her body turned rigid, like fucking stone, and she pushed my hand away, slowly looking at me from over her shoulder.

“Camden,” she whispered, the fear in her eyes making me want to protect her. “Fuck.”

Fuck?

Why … fuck?

What is she talking about?

Where is this fear and worry coming from?

I didn’t know what caused me to look over her head and into the belly of the plane, but when I saw who was waiting for us inside, when it was supposed to be just the two of us, I knew why Oaklyn was on the verge of a panic attack.