“What?”
“The name of that fucker. What did he try to do?”
She blinked. “Dusty, chill. That was years ago. He was just a boy.”
“Cameron!” Pressure pounded my head. “Did he touch you?”
Her frown deepened. “Nothing happened,” she said firmly. “I broke up with him, and after graduation I never saw him again. End of story. Now, I’d like to enjoy this weird ass nerdy Valentine’s with you. Can we not ruin tonight with this testosterone frenzy please?”
I’d been planning this night for weeks for her. The surprise. The money for the gifts. The hotel. The party. Everything. The last thing I wanted was to fuck it up. I couldn’t help feeling all that rage when I found out someone, anyone, had hurt her, though. “I’ll drop it now, but you have to promise to tell me all about it later.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine.”
I squeezed her hand gently and then kissed it. She gave me a small smile, and the car stopped. Looking through the tinted window, I realized we arrived at the club.
Her eyes lit again as she saw the blue neon lights of the Tempo. “I love this place.”
The limo stopped, and the driver opened the door for us. “Wait, why are we here?” she asked. “That’s not where they booked the party.”
Another surprise for my baby girl. The queen that owned my heart. “I thought we could have our own party first.”
“Shut up. For real?”
“Yup.”
We climbed out of the limo, and she leaned into me, resting her head on my shoulder. “This is my favorite place in town. How did you know?”
“I have connections.”
“Of course. Ash.” She glanced up at me, her eyes wide. “Did she know you were coming to the party all along?”
“Nah. She just helped me out when I asked her. She’s the one who told me you liked rubies, too,” I said. “You know it’s a shame I had to know these things from your friend. I figured out I don’t know so much about you after all this time.”
She chuckled and stuck her hand out. “Cameron Delaney. Cal Poly. Final year. I study engineering. Nice to meet you.”
I laughed and took her hand in mine, shaking my head, leading her inside the club. After I gave my name to the hostess, she guided us to our reserved booth, especially decorated for Valentine’s unlike the rest that were turned spooky for Halloween.
“Oh my God.” Cammie’s jaw hung low. “Dusty…you’re amazing.”
“Anything for you, sweetheart.”
Cammie moved her head with the music as her eyes scanned the food items. “They have a new list for tonight. Wait a minute.” She stared at me. “This is a special menu, and it’s not Halloween. Did you ask them to do that, too?”
“You sounded pretty psyched about Valentine’s. I wanted to give you the whole experience.”
She tangled her fingers in my hair and kissed me hard. “I really love you.”
“I love you, too. I’m so lucky you’re mine.”
“I’m so lucky I’m yours.” She put her fingers among mine and squeezed my hand. Then she tucked her hair behind her ear. “The Strip Me Down sounds delicious.”
“You got it.”
We laughed together, and then I kissed her cherry lips. Her hand touched my knee and glided up my thigh and back to my ass. This wild desire she ignited in me every time she touched me was impossible to contain. My lips mashed against hers with raw passion. The force of my grip on her body made her moan. My cock strained against my pants.
A little cough came from behind, jolting me out the intensity of the moment. “Excuse me, sir?”
Cammie pulled away, pressing her swollen lips as she looked at the woman who dared interrupt us and the flowers in her hands.