Pyke novel Chapter 26

After our post-orgasmic bliss, I snuggle Camila into my arms and tangle my legs with hers while we share the small space on the couch.

I’m not used to cuddling a woman after sex—no pillow talk. Oddly, it feels good to just rest for a while without bother running away. This is my second time with her, yet, it still excites like the first time.

“You okay?” I ask her when she seems so silent.

Her brows knit as if in deep thoughts. She lifts up her chin and nods. Her glassy stare locks mine. She looks magnificent wearing a post-orgasmic look.

“I should really go, Pyke.” She sighs heavily, taking my hands off that wrap around her petite body.

My body suddenly stiffens. That’s the last thing I think will come from her mouth. She came to my apartment and literally begged for me to have sex with her, and now she’s leaving.

“Stay, Babe. I’ll send you home tomorrow,” I say slowly, kissing the top of her head, and tighten my arms around her.

“Pyke, I need to see my aunt, search for a job, and talk to Kill about the complaint,” she says in a soft and shaky voice, turning her head away from me.

“Babe, I’ll help you with the job. I already called the 4X4. I’ll come with you to visit your aunt tomorrow.”

She sits up abruptly, cocking her head and narrows her eyes at me with heavy slant brows. She wraps her arms around her chest to cover her gorgeous tits.

“Don’t cover your body for me.” I grab her arm, but she jerks it off.

“You did a lot already. I can’t take advantage of your kindness every time I need something for my life. I want to learn how to get a job on my own. You’re maybe an asshole, but you did save me from that bastard. I don’t know how can I repay you. I owe you a lot already.”

I role my eyes placing my hands under my head. “Did you forget I am the reason why that asshole hurt you? He did that because of me.” I sigh with exaggeration.

Her eyes widen. “What did you do to him? He mentioned something about a woman.” She’s eyeing me intently, searching for an answer on my face.

“I’ve no idea,” I answer quickly in a defensive way. My face heats, hair stiffens at the back of the neck.

“Honestly, I’m surprised that he’s here in New York. He doesn’t usually come to visit his business. He has someone he trusts to do the job. If I know he hated my guts I would never let you work there. I swear I don’t wanna see you get hurt. That asshole harassed you, and I couldn’t even imagine if I waited long in the car,” I pause releasing a shaky breath. I swallow repeatedly while pawing my hand through my hair.

“I’m gonna kill him,” I hiss. My hands lock into fists. I couldn’t fathom watching Camila being pressed against the car while Aaron was choking her to death.

Camila takes my bruised hand that I used for punching Aaron. She touches softly the scrapes with her thumb in a circular motion. My hand relaxes a bit with her soothing touch.

“Since we met you had nothing to do than punch everyone and being punched back.” The sincerity in her voice is palpable. She averts her gaze down to my busted knuckles then bites her bottom lip.

“I will protect you with my life, Camila. You awakened something inside me since you hit my face that night.” I grip her hand with my fingers while staring at her beautiful face. Flutters spread in my belly when a small smile spreads across her face.

We look at each for seconds and none of us talks to break the unnerving silence.

“I know he said something that upset you, but that was what he wanted,” I pause, gluing my eyes on hers. “I was a victim too, Camila.”

No one knows outside my family regarding what happened to me a long time ago, but to tell her it feels so right. She needs to know that she’s not alone. That I’m here for her, for as long as she likes.

She gasps, looking pale while her mouth is falling open.

“Yes, babe. I saw myself in you when you came and wanted sex to forget what happened to you. I had a horrible past,” I choke and bitterly laugh.

“I was seventeen then, you know how a horny teenager Pyke was, but I didn’t have an ounce of muscle back then. I was thin and wore glasses. I didn’t have fashion statements compared to Xandry and Bash. I was also pressured by my peers. They had girls, had sex, but for me? Zilch.”

Camila doesn’t move nor blink, but I notice her swallows.

“Remember I told you how I lose my virginity?”

She quickly nods without a word.

“I haven’t had sex after that. One day, someone approached me and offered sex to me. Well, I wanted to prove to my friends that I had a better sexual experience than them, so I said yes without a second thought. She was good in bed. She taught me a lot of things until I invited her to come to my home in discreet. I liked her, and she gave me what I wanted. I was addicted to sex. Then I found out she was using me to get my dad’s attention.”

Camila has a horror looked on her face. She doesn’t blink and just holds her breath with her hand is laying on her chest.

“She was obsessed with my dad. She used my phone to call him. Dad came to my room while... while you know, while we’re having sex. She wasn’t shocked though, I could still remember the gleam of deviltry in her eyes. I felt being used. I need to taste the fruit of the tree that I always wanted. You tasted better, though. He can’t even make me come the way you did. That’s what she said to Dad in front of me.”

“You were only seventeen, did your family file a complaint?”

I shake my head. “I turned eighteen by the time Dad found out. It will humiliate the entire Hughes family if it came out to the media. I was aware of the consequences before I put myself in that situation.” I wipe the tears from her cheeks.

“Don’t go, spend the night with me, Babe.”

She shakes her head, mumbling, “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Why is that?”

“You know why,” she answers. Her lips quiver into a sad smile.

“You don’t wanna let anyone sees you with me because I’m a manwhore?” My heart aches but that’s the truth. I’m willing to change for her. I did change actually. In fact, I never had sex with anyone since I slept with her.

“I never thought of you like that, Pyke. I mean I did, but that was before I realized that I didn’t have the right to judge anyone. It’s not that you didn’t make sure that it’s only a one-night stand before you slept with them. And you never hurt or cheated on them in the first place.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“I’m not just gonna sleep with you every time I want to scratch my itch.”

My eyes widen. I can’t also imagine her sleeping with another man while I’m literally a one-woman man right now.

“Are you gonna sleep with another man instead?” I choke out my words. I swallow the bile rising in my throat because honestly, that thought fucking hurts.

“No!”

“But?” I ask and curse under my breath.

“What makes you think there is a but?”

“There is, isn’t there?”

Instead of answering, she looks away.