The Forgotten Claim - The Claim: Book 1

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Chapter 16 - Cameron

Tearing himself away from her was torture. Cameron wanted to kiss her as if the world was ending but knew he wouldn’t have been able to stop from there. He’d want more but he was still standing on uneven ground and couldn’t risk stepping a single paw off the rocky path. Yet.

He walked for miles around the city streets to burn off his pent-up emotions and sexual frustration. He paused along the edges of parks and watched the children play on the playgrounds with their parents and a hollow emptiness filled him.

He would never be able to go back in time and watch his daughter grow. Never see her minutes after being born, never see her take her first steps or utter her first words. He’d never get to witness any of those firsts but he still had time to see some of her other firsts; like seeing her off to her first day of school, attending her first school play, and supporting her during her first shift.

He didn’t want to miss any more time in her life. He wanted to do it all with Olivia at his side, his arm wrapped around her waist and her head resting on his shoulder.

He walked for a few hours and when the sun began to set, Sam called to find out where he was. He turned back to the cafe to get in his motorcycle and drive to the condo.

“I’m meeting with Olivia tomorrow afternoon,” Cameron told him when he returned to the apartment. “We’ll go back home after that.”

Sam was playing on his phone and barely glanced at him. “Cool because I’m super bored here.”

“You can leave any time.”

“I know, but someone’s gotta keep an eye on ya when you’re drunk as a skunk and keep you from going insane.”

Cameron sat next to him on the couch and playfully punched his shoulder. “Thanks, pup, but I promised Olivia I’d stay sober from now on.”

“Good—but stop calling me ’pup.’ I’m not a pup anymore.” Sam scowled.

Cameron grinned at him. “I know. Hard to believe but I know. Any luck finding your mate while I was gone?”

Sam sighed and brushed his fingers through his hair. “Nah. I don’t think she’s here.”

“You’ll find her someday. I mean, look at me? I found mine when I was almost twenty-two, lost her, and now I’m nearly twenty-seven and trying to pick up the pieces I lost. It’ll take time, but I’m sure you’ll find her.”

“Hope so. No rush though, right? I mean, I’m not much to look at right now.” He deflated as he set his phone down on the coffee table and brushed his fingers through his dark hair. “She’ll only be disappointed that I’m not more of a male than I am right now.”

Cameron punched him in the arm—harder this time. “Shut up and don’t think that way. She’ll love you no matter what and if she doesn’t, then there’s something wrong with her, not you. Remember that.”

Sam nodded, rubbing his arm lightly where Cameron punched him. “Alpha’s getting antsy about us coming back soon too.”

“Oh?” Cameron’s ears perked up. “What did he say? Should I call him?”

Sam shrugged. “Just that there have been traces of rogues toeing the borders. Nothing to worry about, but something to keep an eye out for.”

“They’d have to be dumber than a post to cross into the territory,” Cameron muttered, his mood darkening. “We’re stronger now. Alpha is stronger. Any outsider who would dare to challenge him or cause trouble would fail.”

Sam nodded. “All the more reason why he’s getting a little more antsy about us coming back soon. He’s upping patrol and needs all wolves on the alert so we don’t see a repeat of the last attack.”

Shit. Cameron groaned with that thought. There was no way he could handle a repeat of the attack from five years ago. Things were finally starting to look up for him. The last thing he needed to worry about was losing his chance with Olivia—or worse, losing her and Chloe altogether.

“Well, he already knows that we’re coming back Sunday night. If something happens before then, we’ll get there as soon as we can.” Cameron sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and hoping that wasn’t the case. He couldn’t screw up with Olivia. He was finally starting to see some progress and he’d be damned if he had to cancel seeing her tomorrow. He needed to prove that he was as good as his word and that she could count on him.

But he had a duty to his pack as a warrior and if they suddenly got attacked again, he would have to jump in and help.

Olivia and Chloe were safe in the city, away from all the danger that threatened their lives. That, at least, offered him some peace of mind.

“So,” Sam asked, breaking the silence that fell, “how’d your date go?”

“Wasn’t a date.”

Sam grinned. “Sure it wasn’t.”

Cameron’s lips tugged up. “Yeah, my thoughts exactly.”

They both chuckled at that.

“She’s a stubborn one. You got your work cut out for you,” Sam said.

“Don’t I know it. But I get it. Makes me even more proud of her.”

Sam nodded. “So, it went well?”

“Yeah. Except I’m starving now. Fucking tofu was shit. Gave me gas too. Hope no one was following me too closely while I was out.” He got up to search the fridge for a meaty snack.

Sam threw his head back and guffawed. “You ate tofu? The fuck?”

“We met at a vegetarian cafe.”

“For real?” Sam sputtered out, laughing even harder.

“Yeah. Goddess, I hope she’s not a vegetarian. Chloe’s going to need meat when she comes of age,” he grumbled as he yanked open the fridge door and peered inside.

Sam was wiping away tears as he tried to calm down. “Nah, don’t worry. They eat meat. One of those times you had me deliver roses, they were eating chicken salad sandwiches.” He snickered. “Goddess, I can’t imagine you eating tofu. That’s too fucking funny.”

“Laugh all you want but be glad I squeezed all the gas out earlier. We’d both be dead by now.” Cameron pulled out a carton of eggs from the fridge and set it on the counter.

Sam chuckled. “Bombs away.”

“Yeah, never again.” Cameron set a frying pan on the stovetop and turned on the gas.

“So, you said you were meeting with them tomorrow? When?”

“Yeah, just Olivia, though,” Cameron replied as he got to work cracking a few eggs into a bowl and scrambling them up with a fork. “She’s protective of Chloe and doesn’t want to involve her until she’s comfortable with me. It’s annoying as fuck but I understand. She’s only got one open house tomorrow, so we’re grabbing coffee or something after. And then, like I said, when I come back we can head out to the pack.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Sam said. He grabbed the remote from the coffee table, flicked on the TV, and scrolled through the channels for something interesting to watch while Cameron prepared his eggs.

After eating, taking a quick shower, and climbing into bed, Cameron opened his phone and searched his messages for anything from Olivia. He craved a beer, a shot of whiskey, anything to take his mind off her, but gritted his teeth and stayed put. The next week would be rough without alcohol, he knew. He hoped he hadn’t gotten too deep in the bottle that he’d be barely functional for a week.

Finding nothing from her, he heaved a sigh and sent her a text asking where and when she wanted to meet tomorrow. It was getting late and if she didn’t respond, he figured she had gone to bed. Before he could set his phone down on the bedside table, it began to ring.

Grinning, he answered and pressed the phone to his ear. “Hey, Gorgeous.”

“Cameron? Hi…” She sounded flustered.

He grinned. “What? Can’t handle a compliment? You’re gorgeous and I’d be a lucky man if I got to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Thanks.” Confidence was lacking in her voice but he brushed it aside. He’d win her over eventually. Patience was key.

“If you wear another dress like that tomorrow, I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself. Just a head’s up.”

Something else was up and straining against his boxers at the sound of her voice, but he thought better not to tell her. She was already abashed and he didn’t want to scare her away so soon.

Loosening his underwear, he stroked himself with his eyes closed as he listened to her voice and pictured her in his mind. Her auburn hair tumbling over her shoulders in big loose curls. The dusting of freckles across her cheeks and nose that scrunched up when she scoffed or scowled at him. Those bright green eyes that crinkled in the corners when she tried to hide a smile. That curvaceous body and big tits…

So fucking sexy.

“Okay. We can meet right after my open house and I’ll come as I am?”

“Sure. Wherever you want to go, I’ll be there.”

“It’s right downtown in one of the high-rises. There’s an Italian Cafe a few blocks away. I’ve never been there before but I hear it’s great.”

“Sounds good to me. As long as you’re there. Are you going to wear a cute suit with a tight pencil skirt?”

“Yeah, I was planning to…”

“Damn, that sounds sexy.” His cock hardened in his grasp with the mental image.

She hesitated. “Should I bring a change of clothes with me?”

“Wear whatever you want, darling. You’ll look sexy to me in anything.” Your scent alone turns me on.

“You’re impossible.”

“I’m being very accommodating, actually. Letting you call the shots. Naming the time and the place. You won’t even let me pay.”

An amused sound met his ears, like a stifled laugh. His balls clenched. His hand tightened around his shaft. He swallowed down a groan with the delicious friction wrapped around him. His movements slowed, savoring the sensations as her voice teased his ears.

“And you know why that is.”

“I do,” he asserted. “And it makes me even more proud of you for sticking to your principles.” If only I could stick it to you now. “So what time shall I meet you tomorrow?”

“Four-thirty sound good?”

“Sure. I’ll see you then.”

“Bye Cameron.”

“Bye Sexy.”

He stared at the screen after she hung up, wishing he could have talked with her longer.

But it is what it is, he told himself as he set the phone down. Closing his eyes, he pictured her in his mind, wearing the dress she had on at dinner and envisioning himself sweeping her out of her seat and making love to her on an empty table next to them. His hand pumped with each thrust of his imagination until he exploded all over himself.

Groaning, he held onto the figments of the fantasy with each deep shiver that rocked his body afterward.

“Dude, nasty! I’m right here on the other side of the dresser!” Sam protested from the couch.

With a grunt, Cameron threw one of his two pillows over the dresser and heard an “oof” from Sam.

“You better not have jizzed on this!”

“It’s clean.” Cameron smirked as he got up, shook his boxers off to the ground and went to the bathroom to wash himself. When he stepped back out, he snatched his pillow from the floor next to the couch and mumbled about needing something to spoon.

“Good night, Cam.”

“Night, Sam.”

“Sweet dreams.”

Cameron grinned. “You too.”

“I will if you stop waking me up as you jack off.”

Cameron crawled into bed and turned his bedside lamp off, filling the room with darkness. Filling his thoughts with her and wishing she was in his arms as he drifted off to sleep.

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