Challenge (Harris Brothers Book 1)

MY SKIN IS WARM AND tingly as we lie together in his bed, naked and staring at the ceiling.

“I’m impressed.” Cam’s voice is low and awestruck as he props his hands behind his head. “For someone who’s never given head before, that was like…choreographed excellence.”

My cheeks flush at his compliment. “Thank you.”

“You really haven’t done that before?”

I shake my head and duck beneath the blanket.

“What?” he asks, chuckling and pulling the blanket back. “Tell me.”

I sigh. “Belle gave me detailed instructions once and I retain facts forever.” I tap my temple. “Once I hear something, it’s in the vault. Although, she told me I didn’t have to swallow. She said that if a man’s cock is in a woman’s mouth they’ve already won the lottery.”

He roars with laughter and murmurings of the fact that she has a good point. But I still don’t regret swallowing. I had to try it just once. I was also so turned on, I couldn’t stop myself.

I roll over to face him, tucking my hands beneath my head. “That felt kind of awesome.”

He glances at me out of the corner of his eye. “Which part?”

“Well, both. Obviously. But I always thought giving it would be something I hated. When women talk about it, they sort of make it seem like a chore. But I loved doing it. It made me feel powerful.”

His brows lift with a satisfied smirk. “You literally had my balls in your hand.”

“Shut up.” I swat him, smiling the entire time. “It felt good to make someone feel that good. You really did like it, right?” My smile fades as I wonder how many other women have done that exact same thing to him, only better. Maybe I was crap at it after all.

“I liked it too much. It felt like you were topping from the bottom there for a second, but we got things evened out in the end I think.”

He winks.

I smile.

“This experience was certainly better than my last,” I say.

He groans. “I thought I was clear that I don’t want to hear about you and other guys.”

“Okay, okay, sorry,” I wince, recalling the last time in my mind.

It was someone I knew in med school. It happened when we were studying late one night. I didn’t even orgasm before he stopped to grab a condom out of his wallet. Then he threw a big fit when I told him I didn’t want to have sex.

What Camden did obliterates everything that guy even attempted.

“I’m exhausted,” he says, glancing at the clock to see it’s after two. “Let’s get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.” He tweaks his brows at me with sexual promise.

Camden rolls toward me to pull my glasses off my face and deposits them behind him on the nightstand. Then he snakes his hand around my waist and pulls me against him so we’re front to front. I’m breathing in his chest and have no clue what to do with my hands. They’re all awkward and bent under my chin. He arranges his head on top of mine and lets out a contented sigh as if he’s perfectly comfortable, yet I still don’t know what the hell to do with my hands.

“Can we…maybe not…cuddle?” My voice is weak, my body frigid.

Camden pulls back and frowns down at me. “Okay. That’s a first.”

“I don’t mean to make it weird, but I like my space when I sleep. It’s peculiar because I like the companionship of sleeping next to someone, but I can’t seem to get comfortable with the cuddling part.” I’m rambling. “It’s probably something I should address with a therapist at a later date.”

He huffs out a polite laugh. “We don’t have to touch, Indie. It’s fine.”

His voice is flat, revealing no emotion, good or bad, as he rolls over to face away from me. His large shoulders look strong and comforting, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t bring myself to want to spoon him. I’ve never had to deal with this before. The limited encounters with men in my life were brief and I always left afterwards. Experiences with Camden are new on so many levels.

I sit up on my elbow, watching him. His eyes are closed. “Are you mad? You seem mad.”

“I’m not mad.” He doesn’t open his eyes but a smirk tugs at his lips. “You just never cease to surprise me.”

I wince. “Is that a good thing? I can’t tell.”

His low chuckle is genuine. “It’s a good thing. I just hope you like surprises, too.”

My brows rise. His words sound ominous. And promising. And his tone is decidedly sexual. After all this spontaneity, I’m not sure how this night can be topped. I roll over and exhale with relief.

I don’t think he’s mad. He gets my weirdness. I feel better. And sated. And venturing on happy.

I think I picked a great Penis Number One.