Free ALWAYS (A Wolfe Brothers Novel) by Lita Stone Page A

her right here, right now. He leaned down,
tilted his head, and grazed his lips across hers. “Open for me,
baby.”
    She shook her head.
    He spotted a gecko and snatched it up.
Dangling the tiny lizard by the tail, he held it over her face. Her
eyes widened, but she kept her composure and her mouth
closed.
    Cam admired her determination. She
could definitely give him a headache or two. He’d have to remember
to send her potential future husband a sympathy card.
    An image of Maggie on her back with
some nameless, faceless fuck wedged between her naked thighs
flashed in his mind. Heat rose from his neck and into his face. A
drop of sweat slid from his forehead. Cam pushed back the rage,
smiled and dropped the lizard on her nose.
    “ Ahhh!”
    In the chocolate went. He clamped his
hand over her mouth.
    When she closed her eyes and let out a
soft whimper, he removed his hand. “Well?”
    Maggie swallowed and licked her lips.
“More.”
    Cam rolled off her and handed her the
rest. “No woman can refuse chocolate.”
    Moaning, she licked her fingers. The
erotic sound, and the image of a single finger withdrawing from her
full lips shot to his groin. He grew hard. “Fuck.”
    Her brows lowered. She shrugged and
asked, “You have any more?”
    “ You can have mine.” As
she tore into the second chocolate bar, he said, “I’m going to wash
up.”
    Cam went inside his tent and grabbed a
bottle of water.
    As he strode toward the woods, she
said, “I thought water was for drinking, not bathing.”
    Holy fucking shit! She was killing him, slow and easy. “ God help me.” He said
the words aloud, not blasphemy but a genuine cry for
help.

Chapter Eleven
     
    When Cam returned, he rekindled the
fire. Maggie shivered and sat on the ground. With her hands up,
palms toward the flames, she warmed herself.
    Laughing, Cam sat beside
her.
    “ What’s so
funny?”
    “ I keep seeing you holding
that branch like a sword. You got guts. I’ll give you that but I’m
surprised it hasn’t gotten you into trouble before now.”
    “ Who says it
hasn’t?”
    He shot her a look. “I’m
sure.”
    Now that they’d crossed from combatants
to friends, maybe she’d have more luck striking up a conversation.
The crackle of the fire and the chirping of the crickets played a
symphony as she struggled for her next words.
    “ So how did you get into
cooking?”
    He glanced at her, skepticism evident
in his small smile. Turning his attention back to the fire, he
said, “I used to work at Copper Creek as a busboy before it closed.
Me and Mr. Moretti became good friends. I miss the hell out of that
old coot.”
    “ Why didn’t you keep in
touch?”
    Cam shook his head. “The man hates
me.”
    Maggie poked at the fire with a stick.
Leave it to her to bring up a sensitive topic. She had to keep
things light. She could ask him how long he worked there, how many
hours a week he worked or what some of his favorite foods were. She
rolled her eyes. That was way too boring and cliché. She could do
better. She wracked her brain trying to come up with something fun,
something he would want to talk about, anything to keep the
conversation going.
    Cam stood. “I’m turning in.”
    Maggie reached up and grasped his hand.
“Why won’t you talk to me? We’re supposed to be friends,
remember?”
    “ I lied. I don’t need any
friends?”
    “ Well, I do.”
    Cam scowled. “A pretty rich girl like
you needs friends? I find that hard to believe.”
    “ Why are you suddenly
shutting me out?” Maggie pulled on his arm. “Tell me what happened
between Mr. Moretti and you. Please.”
    Cam sat down. He looked at the fire and
draped his arms over his bent knees. “He found out I popped his
daughter’s cherry and fired me. One of the worst days of my life.
He was like a father to me.” He sighed. “I told him that I loved
Carina but that only seemed to make things worse.”
    “ I’m sorry.” Maggie
squeezed his hand.
    He shrugged.
    “ What about