Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... clean cup and saucer and set it in front of Cam after he took a seat on one of the stools.

“Black? No sugar?” Deeny asked even as she poured the coffee into the cup.

“You know me so well.” Cam said with a wry grin.

“You look a little tired, Cam. Not sleeping lately?” Deeny asked as she pretended to wipe the counter across from Cam’s seat.

“Not as much as I’d like, no. Just a little busy over the past few days. How’s your dad doing?” Cam asked as he held his cup in both hands and sipped the pungent black brew.

“Better. He’s a little subdued yet, and moving around slowly so no stitches get torn.” Deeny replied with a bit of a grimace.

“How are you doing, Deeny” Cam asked setting his cup down in the saucer and glancing up through his eye lashes at her face.

Deeny was taken aback for a moment but then she realized that Cam would know her well enough to see if she were troubled by anything. It was partly from having gone through school with him and partly from having dated him for a while. They were intimate enough that things like that stayed with him, and her. They might have moved on from one another, but they still cared about each other all the same.

Deeny set the bar towel down and leaned against the counter to be a little closer to him. She rested her chin on one hand, her elbow propped on the counter top. Her other hand idly drawing with her index finger, circles on the counter as she thought about what to share with him. Glancing back up to ...

... catch his eyes looking at her intently, she sighed and decided that he would be one of the only few people she knew who might accept how she was feeling.

“It’s Yvonne.” She said quietly. “She didn’t come to work today. I haven’t been able to get her on the phone either. I think… I think she’s avoiding me.” Deeny said with a worried grimace that didn’t mask her anxiety one bit from Cam.

“So… you two…” Cam spoke quietly but didn’t finish his question, the look in Deeny’s eyes gave him all the answer he needed.

“I don’t know, maybe just a passing fancy on her part, but… Oh, Cam… She makes me feel so… so…” Deeny said with an embarrassed smile that Cam knew too well, he smiled in return.

“But… you’re not so sure how she feels about it.” Cam finished for her.

Deeny looked up pleadingly into her old boyfriend’s eyes. He held her gaze with a steady gaze of his own, and reached out with his right hand and patted her left forearm that was supporting her chin.

“You want me to check on her?” Cam asked quietly as he picked his coffee cup back up to take another sip.

“No. Thanks for asking though. I’m guessing she just has to think through some stuff. I mean, the Wilding was…” Deeny spoke then trailed off as she had another thought.

Deeny had been so fixated on simply exploring a relationship between her and Yvonne that she hadn’t considered the drama that had unfolded there at the Wilding. First being interrupted and discovered by her parents, then the attack by that ...