The One That Got Away by Kerrianne Coombes Page B

lovely eyes changed in to tempting
vortices of heat, and her hands—oh fuck, her hands—they
touched and stroked with sensual precision until she had his trousers
open and his cock wrapped in her slender, paint-tipped fingers.
    “ Oh…shit…Cammy,
yes,” he breathed as his eyes locked on and watched her every
move. She might be eighteen, and a virgin, but Cammy was so utterly
sensual. She was a master at teasing him—as was he with her.
Two years this had gone on, two years of being together, but not
being together.
    Will
was aware he was
not good enough for her. His Dad was just a shop worker—a mean
drunk who liked to smack his kid around—and Cammy came from a
loving, gentle, hardworking family. He never thought their
relationship would last this long, but it had. And he’d never
thought he would be the one to take her virginity—but the
longer this had gone on, and the more he fell in love, the more he
knew he had to be the one to take it.
    Because
he would make it perfect for her.
    She
lowered her face and licked at the tip of his cock. Will threw his
head back and gripped the sheets. How he longed to grab fistfuls of
her hair, but he wouldn’t; this was Cammy. Gentle, lovely
Cammy. He held his breath for the next touch, his heart banged
against his breast bone and when she took him fully into her mouth he
let out a growl of sheer wonder.
    “ Ah—fuck!
This is so good,” he grunted through the molten hot pinpricks
of lust as they shot through his balls and up his spine. She was
killing him, and he vowed that, as soon as she was finished, he was
going to return the favor. He pictured himself licking at her,
sucking at her clit until she screamed his name—his name!
    The
image sent a shiver down his spine and heat licked his balls, his
back arched. He was so close…
    “ What
the fuck is going on in here?” The bedroom door slammed back
and smacked the wall. Paint flaked to the floor and fear stabbed in
Will’s heart. His dad stood in the doorway—drunk as a
skunk and angry as all Hell. Cammy scooted back and Will sat up. He
jumped from the bed and tucked himself away while trying to get Cammy
behind him. His Dad had a nasty tendency of talking with his fist
first, and Will could see those meaty fists tightening with every
second.
    “ Dad!
Get out of my fucking room!” Will yelled, his temper slipping
out of his control. Embarrassment burned his cheeks, and fear for
Cammy throbbed in his heart.
    “ Your
fucking room! Yours ?”
his dad bellowed. “Who pays for this house—eh? You bloody
worthless shit—”
    Will
swallowed hard when his father galloped into the room and over to
him. He turned to shove Cammy through the door and to safety. Her
hazel eyes no longer held the playful sexiness they had before. She
looked terrified, and Will hated it.
    He
hated his dad.
    “ Go!”
he said. She looked behind him, and yelped. Will felt the blow to his
head like a sledgehammer. He dropped to his knees and tried to block
out the screams coming from Cammy.
    God,
he loathed that she had seen this. She had always known what his
father was like, having kissed many of his bruises, but she had never
seen his father beat him before. Will felt impotent, and enraged
because of it.
    “ Go
home…I’ll be okay,” he shouted, even though he was
wondering just how the fuck he was going to survive this particular
beating of his dad’s. When Cammy turned, Will almost ran with
her.
    Tonight, he thought. Tonight
we’ll run—together.

    Chapter
One

    Ten
years later
    Will
came awake suddenly, his dream—the one he had had many a time
over the years—never failed to stab regret into his heart. The
cruel memories of Cammy and her gentle touch were never far from his
mind, but during sleep—that was when her touch, her kiss, her
perfect eyes taunted him until he woke covered in sweat and angry to
his core.
    And
this morning was no different. In fact, it was worse.
    Will
dragged himself from the hotel bed and wandered