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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Terminator:_The_Sarah_Connor_Chronicles
  Relationship:
      John_Connor/Cameron_Phillips, John_Connor/Riley_Dawson, John_Connor/
      Allison_Young
  Character:
      John_Connor, Cameron_Phillips, Riley_Dawson, Allison_Young
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      Published: 2015-06-02 Updated: 2015-09-09 Chapters: 3/? Words: 10988
****** Should I Stay ******
by In_A_Mirror_Darkly
***** Reliving Stress *****
                                Reliving Stress
John was sitting at the desk in his room doing his biology homework. It was
about 9:30 in the evening and he had been trying to finish the same worksheet
for a little over an hour. John finally pushed his textbook away; he'd do the
rest tomorrow. He was about to stand up when his door opened. John looked
around to see Cameron enter his room. She closed the door behind her, then
walked over to him. She was wearing a dark shirt and a gray jacket, plus jeans
that were so tight John wouldn't have been surprised to learn that the cyborg
had to grease her legs just to get them on. Cameron came to stop next to his
chair.
"Ah, can I help you?" John asked.
"You're very stressed," Cameron stated.
"Am I now?"
"Yes, you are."
"Yeah well it comes with the life. I've gotten used to it." John said
flippantly.
"But high levels of stress, especially over long periods of time, can be very
unhealthy.
"Well, unless you know of a way to make Cromartie, Skynet, and all of our other
problems magically vanish, I guess I'm just going to have to find a way to
deal, won't I?"
"No, I don't know of a way to make Cromartie, Skynet, and all of our other
problems magically vanish," Cameron said shaking her head seriously.
John chuckled. "Yeah, I figured."
"But I can help you deal."
John turned his chair so that he was facing her and folded his arms across his
chest. "Really? How?"
Cameron tilted her head to the side. "It would be more effective to show you,"
she said, her mouth almost curving into a small smile.
Figuring that she had come across some sort of wired breathing exercise
somewhere and that the best way to get over this was to let her do whatever it
was she had discovered John shrugged. "By all means."
Cameron pulled her hair back so that it all fell behind her shoulders, then
dropped to her knees. John looked down at her with a look half amusement, half
confusion. "What are you doing?" Instead of answering Cameron reach for John's
waist and unsnapped, then unzipped his jeans. The amusement was gone, now John
was just confused. And a little worried. "Cam, what...?" John broke off with a
gasp as Cameron slipped a hand through the fly of his boxers and wrapped her
slender fingers around his penis.
John was about to ask Cameron just what the hell she thought she was doing when
she started running the pad of her thumb over his dickhead, casing him to moan
instead. John's head fell back as Cameron's hand caressed him. Given what she
was he would have expected that her skin would be cold and hard, yet he found
her fingers to be the exact opposite as they moved along his lengthening shaft.
After a moment she pulled him out of his boxers, exposing his manhood to the
open air. She continued to rub him until he reached his full length, then ran
her hand up him, gently pinching his tip between her thumb and forefinger,
before releasing him and resting her hands on her thighs.
John looked down at his erect penis jutting straight up into the air, then over
at Cameron who was gazing at his hardened sex with what looked like curiosity.
The sheer eroticism of that childlike look being directed at his manhood was
enough to make John want to knock her to the ground, rip those impossibly tight
pants off her even tighter ass, and have his way with her then and there.
Instead he cleared his throat. "What are you doing?" he managed to chock out.
Cameron looked up at him, her look of naive wonder fading somewhat, through not
nearly enough for his sanity. "Relieving stress."
"How? By trying to give me a handjob?"
Cameron shook her head. "No, not with a handjob," Then she sat up and wrapped
one hand around the base of his cock, the other going into his boxers to gently
cup his balls. Then John watched with almost detached fascination as her head
came down towards his groin, her mouth slowly opening. The detached felling
vanished as soon as her lips touched the tip of his penis. He groaned as her
hot, wet mouth engulfed his member, her lips sliding down his length as her
tongue stroked the underside of his dick. Her head continued to descend until
her chin and nose were pressed against his jeans, the last inch or two of his
cock buried inside her throat.
Then she started swallowing. John bucked as he felt her esophagus contract
around him, trying to drive himself even deeper into her throat. She kept this
up for almost a minute before her head started coming back up, reveling inch
after inch of his shaft, which was now glistening with her saliva. After a
moment his tip came out of her mouth with a small popping sound. Cameron looked
up at him for a second, then kissed the head of his cock. She tilted her head
and started kissing and licking her way up, down and around the length of his
erection. After doing this for a little while she moving back to hover over
him, her right hand that had been at his base coming up and gently rolling his
foreskin back to reveal the purplish mushroom shaped head of his penis. She put
his exposed tip inside her mouth and swirled her tongue around and over his
glans. John moaned, and would have thrust his member further into her mouth if
her hand had not been holding him in place.
Meanwhile, while her mouth and right hand been occupied with his penis, her
left hand was fondling his balls. While her tongue played with his exposed
head, her left thumb caressed the center of his scrotum. Then her hand shifted
and she lightly squeezed first his right testicle, then his left. She cupped
him again and lifted slightly, felling the weight of his balls in her palm.
Cameron released his tip, her tongue coming out of her mouth to caress his head
one more time and collect his precum. Then she looked up at John. His chest
moved up and down as he struggled for breath, his eyes closed as his hands held
the armrests of his chair in a death grip. "John," Cameron said. Her left hand
released his testicles and came up to join her right on his cock. "John," she
repeated his name more forcefully this time. After a moment his eyes opened and
he looked down at her. "Watch," Then she lowered her head back to his member,
all the while keeping her eyes locked on his. She took the first half of his
dick into her mouth, then raised herself back up so that only his head was in
her. Then she went back down. Then up again. Cameron's head continued to move
up and down, faster and faster, until she had settled into a quick bob. And
through it all her eyes remand on his.
John moaned as Cameron pleasured him. He watched in awe as her head bobbed up
and down, hiding his cock only to revel it again a moment later. He shuddered
as she bit down very lightly, her teeth barley scraping along his length. He
tried to thrust his hips, but once again her hands held him down. His own hands
came up to run through her hair, fingertips massaging her scalp. And then all
too soon the end was approaching. John felt all the muscles in his body
tighten, then a moment later his cock swelled before blasting a jet of his cum
into Cameron's waiting mouth.
When Cameron felt the first spurt of his hot seed hit the back of her throat
her head stilled, her lips closing tightly around him. When the second load
came a moment later she started swallowing, quickly gulping down his sperm.
Once she was sure he was done Cameron released John's cock, still keeping her
eyes on his. She sat back on her feet, then opened her mouth wide, showing John
some of his semen still pooled on her tongue. She closed her mouth, made a
visible show of swallowing, then opened it again to reveal that his cum had
disappeared
Cameron pulled a napkin out of her pocket and started cleaning her saliva and
his semen off of his softened penis. When she was done she put him back into
his boxers and redid his pants. John looked at her as she stood, his mind in a
daze as he tried to get a grip on what had just happened. A blowjob. Cameron,
my hot, cyborg-cyborg, bodyguard just gave me a fucking blowjob.
"John," Cameron said. He looked up to see her standing by his door. "If you
ever want to do that again, or something else, you know where to find me." Then
she walked out of his room, closing his door behind her.
***** Reliving Stress II *****
John rolled over in his bed as he tried to sleep. It had been almost two weeks
since his encounter with Cameron, and every night since then had been the same.
Every time he closed his eyes he saw her kneeling before him. He remembered the
way it felt when she took him into her mouth. Remembered how she had pleasured
him until he came, harder then he ever had in his life. And he remembered what
she said just before she left, "If you ever want to do that again, or something
else, you know where to find me."
 
John knew this was wrong, knew that he shouldn't have these kinds of thoughts
about a machine, and a part of him damned Cameron for doing this to him in the
first place. The last several nights before going to bed he had gone onto his
computer and looked at porn, something that he had almost never done before. He
always searched for women who looked nothing like Cameron, and he would stare
at them until he had memorized every detail of their bodies. Yet when he closed
his eyes to think about them, somehow they always turned back into her.
 
John rolled onto his back with a sigh. He slid a hand into his boxers and
wrapped it around his hardened manhood as he began to jerk himself off. He
hoped that with a powerful enough release his body and mind would quiet down
enough for him to fall asleep. Just as he was starting to increase his pace he
heard a small creak outside his door. The hand on his cock stilled and a few
moments later he heard another creak a little bit further away. Someone was
walking down the hall. And he knew it wasn’t his mother or Derek, which left
only...
 
On impulse John got out of bed and walked over to his door. He opened it and
looked outside. At the end of the hallway, near the kitchen, he saw a slim
silhouette standing against the pale moonlight streaming through one of the
windows. He couldn’t make out any of the person’s features, he wasn’t even
quite sure which way they were facing or if they were looking at him. However
after a moment the person started moving towards him and as it got closer the
figure finally resolved into Cameron.
 
She had changed her clothes since he last saw her about three hours ago. She
now wore a simple pale blue pullover sundress covered in a white flower print.
Her head was tilted to the side, her chestnut hair spilling over her otherwise
almost bare shoulders. John swallowed as he looked at her, his eyes taking in
her soft pale skin, the neckline of her dress giving him just the barest
tantalizing hint of cleavage.
 
As John stared at her Cameron was studying him in turn, her eyes lingering on
his crotch. Noticing this John suddenly became painful aware of his still
present erection, which was no doubt making a very noticeable tent in the front
of his boxers. Cameron looked back up at his face and saw that he was blushing.
 
“Did you need something?” Cameron asked after a moment.
 
“Ah, yeah,” John closed his eyes, hoping that if he couldn’t actually see her
he could think more clearly, and maybe figure out just what the hell he was
doing. However as soon as his eyes were closed all John saw was Cameron
kneeling before him, slowly taking his cock into- John’s eyes snapped back
open. “We need to talk,” He retreated into his room, Cameron padding softly
after him. John went over to the lamp on his bedside table and had just
switched it on when her heard a clicking sound behind him and quickly looked
back to see that Cameron had closed his door. John suddenly felt trapped, and
he wasn’t even sure if it was a bad thing.
 
Cameron moved forward until they were only a foot apart. “What do you want to
talk about?” Cameron asked softly. John stood there, one of his hands fidgeting
with the hem of his t-shirt as he tried to think. “Do you want to have sex?”
Cameron asked after a while.
 
“WH- what?” John hissed remembering just in time that his mother was sleeping
in a room only a few feet away and that this really wasn’t the time to wake
her. “Why would you ask me that? What would possibly make you think that?”
 
“You are aroused,” Cameron answered evenly, nodding at the large bulge in his
boxers.
 
“And you think that means I want to have sex?”
 
Cameron blinked. “That’s the definition of what an erect penis means.”
 
‘Damn, even when she’s talking like some fucking medical textbook, she still
manages to sound... hot. I don’t know, maybe I’m just going insane,’ John
folded his arms across his chest. “What makes you think it’s... for you?” ‘Well
that sounded lame. And surreal. This whole fucking thing is surreal.’
 
Cameron made a show of glance around the room, then looked back at John.
“Because I’m the only one here,” she said her lips twitching in what could
almost be a smirk.
 
‘Okay, she has me there.’ “Maybe I was looking at porn earlier?” John
suggested.
 
Cameron took a small step forward. “Why would you want to do that, when you
have a real girl right here who’s made it clear that she’s more then willing?”
 
“Your not real,” John said, some much sought after strength and conviction
finally entering his voice.
 
“I’m real.”
 
“Not a real girl.”
 
“Real enough.”
 
John brought his hands up to his face as he closed his eyes. He thought about
the house he and his mother had lived in Mexico, trying to remember ever little
detail, and through this was able to prevent any images of Cameron, innocent or
otherwise, from entering his mind. “Look Cameron...” John felt something light
and soft fall at his feet. John dropped his hands and opened his eyes. Lying on
his feet was what looked suspiciously like Cameron’s dress. John looked up at
the girl/cyborg standing before him. Yep, it was her dress all right, and when
she put it on she apparently hadn’t felt the need to bother with a bra.
 
She stood before him wearing only a pair of light green panties. He looked over
her body, taking in her long slim legs, toned stomach, and of course, her
breasts. They were small but perky, each capped with a hard pink nipple
surrounded by a slightly lighter areola. As he looked at her chest John felt
his dick become even harder, if that was possible.
 
Cameron moved forward so that there was barely any space between them. John’s
eye’s remained fixed on her breasts, which jiggled slightly as she moved; until
he realized what he was doing and his eyes snapped up to her face. Her
beautiful face, framed by brown silken hair, chocolate eyes, a cute little
nose, and covered by an intricate pattern of shadow and light created by pale
moon and the orange glow of his lamp. ‘Fuck.’
 
“What are you doing,” John asked.
 
“If we’re going to have sex we need to disrobe,” Cameron answered.
 
“We’re not having sex,” John said, surprised at how firm he managed to sound.
 
Cameron moved forward again, not much, but enough so that John could feel her
nipples lightly pressing against his chest through his shirt; his dick now
pushed up against her stomach, their skin separated only by the thin cotton of
his boxers. “Why?” Cameron asked. She put her hands on her hips and slid off
her panties.
 
Using every last ounce of self control he had John backed away so that their
bodies were no longer touching, but not far enough that he could easily see
anything below her face, which while very enticing, was ever so slightly less
captivating then the rest of her body. John hoped, thought the longer he stared
into her eyes the less sure he became.
 
“Why John?” Cameron repeated.
 
“Because...”
 
Cameron’s head fell to the side in its patented tilt. “That’s not a reason.”
 
“Because I can’t.”
 
Cameron reached out to John’s waist and pulled down his boxers, freeing his
swollen manhood. After his underwear hit the floor two of Cameron’s fingers
came to rest on his inner thigh. They moved up to his apex where they slid over
his testicles, her fingernails lightly scraping against his scrotum, then moved
up to trace the underside of his penis. “I think you're underestimating
yourself,” Cameron stated mildly, her hand failing back to her side.
 
“That’s not... what I meant,” John replied, his entire body tingling from the
brief caress of his genitals.
 
“Then what do you mean?” Cameron asked as she pulled John’s shirt over his head
and dropped it on the floor. John blinked as he realized that he was completely
nude. How the hell did that happen?
 
“Your not human.”
 
“Hum,” Cameron muttered, stepping forward again to press the entire length of
her body against his. John gasped at the feel of her skin against his, her
nipples two searing points against his chest, surrounded by the soft burning
heat of her breasts. He felt his penis twitch as it was crushed against the
slight lower curve of her stomach. “Close enough,” Cameron said wrapping her
arms around his middle, one hand resting on his upper back, the other going
down to cup his ass.
 
John stood there, his entire body tense. His hands flexed, half of him wanted
to shove her away, the other half wanted to put his arms around her and pull
her body even more tightly against his.
 
“John,” Cameron muttered. “Relax.”
 
“I can’t.”
 
Cameron shifted her head back so that she could look him in the eye. “Do you
really not want this?”
 
Against his better judgment John gave in and put his arms around her. One hand
went to the middle of her back; the other held her head against his shoulder.
“I'll admit that part of me, isn’t... entirely against the idea.”
 
“I think I know which part,” Cameron said pressing her belly more firmly
against his cock.
 
Despite himself John chuckled. “Yeah, the particular part of me does seem to be
on your side.”
 
“Really?” Cameron looked up at him with a sultry grin. “Your penis is on my
side? Maybe I should reward it!?”
 
John groaned. “You’re killing me!”
 
Cameron blinked. “You’re joking, right?” she asked, her voice regaining some of
its usually even impassiveness.
 
“I think so,” John said dryly.
 
“Why are you fighting me?” Cameron asked shaking her head.
 
“Your a terminator. Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?” John asked.
 
Cameron released him and took several steps back. “I’m not your enemy, John. I
protect you. That’s my mission, my purpose, to protect you.”
 
“All right, so where does you and me having sex enter into that? Into keeping
me safe, alive?” John shook his head. “Cameron, what the hell are you doing?
Last time you said you were what, ‘relieving stress’? Is that what this is?
Because you’re doing the exact opposite.”
 
Cameron folded her arms across her chest, although John couldn’t help but
notice how instead of covering her breasts her arms went directly under them,
if anything pushing them up a little. “That’s because of you, not me.”
 
“Cameron please,” said John, a note of pleading entering his voice.
 
Cameron stepped forward and put her arms around his neck, drawing his face down
to hers. “John, stop fighting,” she said softly. Then she pulled him down the
last half inch, their lips meeting as they kissed. After a few moments one of
Cameron’s hands slid around John’s neck and down his smooth chest, over his
abdomen, and finally to his cock. Wrapping her hand around his length she began
to leisurely jerk him off. John gasped, and Cameron used the opportunity to
deepen their kiss, her tongue sliding into his mouth. John’s hands came up to
grasp the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair.
 
Cameron ended their kiss and rested her forehead against John’s, her hand
continuing to slowly slide up and down his manhood. “So John, do you want to
have sex or not? Because if not, all you have to do is-” her hand twisted
around, pulling back his foreskin so that her thumb could rub against his
exposed tip. “-say it.”
 
John shuddered. “Damn you,” he breathed, though there was no real conviction
behind the curse. With that he kissed her, his hands sliding down her back to
pull her body against his. He began maneuvering them backwards until the back
of Cameron’s legs hit his bed, stopping their progress. The kiss ended and
Cameron looked behind her, then back at John. “Dose this mean we’re going to
have sex?”
 
John took a small step back and put his hands on her shoulders. Then he shoved
her, causing her to fall back onto his bed, her body (mostly her breasts)
bouncing against the springs. “Guess,” John replied.
 
Cameron quickly got the rest of her body onto the bed and moved to the center
of the mattress, her head resting against the pillows, legs spread wide. John’s
eyes traveled over her exquisite body, lingering on her glistening sex, pink
folds slightly parted and waiting to envelop him. After a moment he joined her
on the bed, his body hovering over hers. They kissed as John slid an arm under
her neck. His other hand went to her chest, caressing and exploring each of her
breasts. After a while he moved lower, gliding over her stomach until his hand
was poised at the top of her slit.
 
Cameron placed her own hand on top of John’s. They looked at each other for a
moment, then Cameron moved his hand lower, guiding his fingers through her
slick nether lips. She slowly moved his fingers up and down the length of her
pussy, allowing him to catalog every detail of her sex. Finally she positioned
his index finger so that it was at the entrance to the channel. Then she gently
pushed it in.
 
John felt her vagina surround his finger with moisture and scalding heat. He
felt her muscles flex around his digit, squeezing him gently. He curled his
finger, pressing it against her walls, and to his surprise she let out a low
moan.
 
“You felt that?” John asked.
 
Cameron nodded. “Of course.”
 
“No, I mean, it felt, good, pleasurable. You liked it?”
 
“Yes.” Cameron said. After a moment John nodded. As his finger continued to
move within her Cameron would let out the occasional gasp or moan. Finally John
removed his hand from her sex and moved it up to cup her face.
 
“You ready?” He asked. Cameron nodded. “Right,” His hand went down to her side,
holding her ribs (or at least what felt very much like ribs) as he lowered his
body to hers, his dick pressing against her crotch, her pussy hot and wet
against his sex. Cameron raised her legs, her thighs pressing against his hips.
She wrapped her arms around his torso, her hands running up and down his back.
John repositioned himself, his cock and balls sliding against her folds, then
raised his pelvis up just enough to move his hand from her stomach to his
member, maneuvering his penis so that its tip sat at the entrance to her
vagina. He moved his hand back up to her side and they just looked at each
other for a long moment. Then John pushed down and forward, sheathing himself
inside her.
 
They each gasped as John filled her. On instinct John pulled part way out
again, only to thrust back into her. As he moved within her he marveled at the
feeling of her sex around his cock, the way she clutched at him, bathing his
penis in liquid heat. He had thought her mouth had felt good, but this...
 
Cameron grabbed John’s shoulder with one hand, her other going down to clutch
his ass. She rocked her hips in time with his thrusts, letting out a low grunt
every time he bottomed out inside her. John kissed her, their tongues sliding
against each other. He moved the arm beneath her, holding her chest against
his, felling her breasts press against his chest. His other hand moved to grasp
her thigh, steadying her pelvis as he increased the power and speed of his
thrusts. Their kiss ended and John buried his face in the crook of Cameron’s
neck, her hand on his shoulder coming up to hold his head.
 
“I’m close,” John gasped, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he felt his
climax approaching. He thrust into her one last time before going over the
edge, filling her womb with his seed. John lay on top of her, both their bodies
drenched in sweet, gasping as his body seemed to hum with the afterglow of
their copulation. Any normal girl would have found the weight of his body to be
uncomfortable, but Cameron just held him as she felt his sex slowly soften
within the embrace of her womanhood.
 
After a few moments John rolled off of her, lying on his back to her right.
Cameron shifted onto her side and looked at him, her head propped up on her
hand. “How do you fell?” she asked.
 
John shrugged. “Good, I guess.”
 
Relaxed?”
 
“Yeah.”
 
Cameron moved her other hand to his abdomen, her fingers slowly tracing random
patterns on his stomach. “I told you.”
 
“Yeah, but tomorrow when my body isn’t flooded with hormones, the fact that I
knowingly fucked a machine is going to sink in, and I’m going to be even more
screwed up then ever.”
 
“You don’t have to be,” Cameron said.
 
John sighed. “Maybe,” He turned his head to look at her. “And what about you?
Is this just about making me feel better?”
 
“What do you mean?” Cameron asked innocently. John grasped the hand on his
stomach, stilling it before entwining his fingers with hers.
 
“You enjoyed yourself just as much as I did.”
 
Cameron looked down. “I’m designed to seek out new experiences. Skynet built it
into us so that we could become more effective, and when you, the future you,
reprograms us, especially when you reprogrammed me, you increase that desire,”
Cameron’s eyes moved back to John’s. “Before two weeks ago, I’d never done
anything, sexual. I wanted to know what it was like. But it was more then that.
If I wanted to I could have easily found a willing partner at school. I think
Morris would have been more then willing,” She frowned. “He certainly wouldn't
have given me as much trouble as you have.”
 
John laughed. “You kidding? The guy would leap at the chance to get into your
pants,” He brought her hand up to his mouth, kissing her fingers. “So future me
reprogrammed you to want to find out about sex?”
 
“Well, I doubt that was what he had in mind, but sort of, yeah. It’s not just
sex, I want to understand, everything.”
 
“That’s, a lot.”
 
Cameron shrugged. “I’m very patient.”
 
“True. So, now that you’ve been fucked what's next?”
 
“Well, I think there is more then one way to have sex,” Cameron said.
 
“You sure? The mechanics seem to be pretty simple.”
 
“That’s not what I meant and you know it. Besides, like I said, its more then
just sex.”
 
“Then what is it? And don’t say ‘reliving stress’, because I think that’s only
a minor part of what your doing, more of an excuse then anything else.”
 
“I- don’t know.”
 
John released Cameron’s hand and looked back up at the ceiling. “Alright, so
I’ll repeat. Now what.”
 
“We could have sex again?” Cameron said hopefully. John’s head fell back to the
side to look at her, one of his eyebrows raised. “Hey,” Cameron said, “you may
have had an orgasm, but I didn’t get a chance to-”
 
“What, you can do that? Cum?”
 
“Come what?” Cameron asked in confusion.
 
“You can- orgasm, you can have an orgasm from… sex.”
 
“Sexual stimulation, yes. But as I was saying, you finished too soon. I
expected you to, It was your first time, but unlike you I’m still...”
 
“Riled up?” John suggested.
 
“Yes.”
 
“Well, think of this as an opportunity to discover the wonderful world of
masturbation,” Cameron huffed at this, her face actually pouting. See this John
couldn’t help but chuckle. “Cameron, I’m spent. It’s,” he looked at the clock
on his other side, “past 1:30. AM. I have to get up at 6:15 tomorrow for
school. You may not need sleep, but I do.”
 
“True,” They lay in silence for several minutes before Cameron spoke again. “Do
you want me to… should I stay?”
 
John though for a moment. “I… I don’t think we need my mom to discover-”
 
“Right, of course not,” Cameron gave him one last, brief kiss, then sat up.
 
“Cameron,” John said softly. She looked back at him, something that looked
almost like hope in her eyes. John tried to find the words he was looking for,
but in the end could only think of one thing to say. “Good night.”
 
If a moment ago her eyes had held hope, now they showed only disappointment.
The look only lasted a second; gone so fast that John wondered if he had just
imagined it. Cameron stood. “Goodnight John,” She bent over to retrieve her
dress from the floor, giving John a very pleasing view of her ass and pussy in
the process, before straightening and slipping the garment over her body. She
went over to his door and opened it. She gave him one last look, then
disappeared into the hall, closing his door behind her.
 
John got out of his bed and went to retrieve his own clothes when he saw
something lying on the floor. He picked it up and looked at it, his hand almost
stroking the emerald fabric of Cameron’s panties. After a moment he put the
undergarment under his pillow, then collected his boxers and shirt. He was
about to put them on when he decided what the hell. He tossed them into the
hamper by his door and went back to his bed, still nude. Fortunately his mother
had recently decided that he should be doing more work around the house, so now
he was doing his own laundry. Which meant that he didn’t need to worry about
her finding any evidence of his and Cameron’s activities when his sheets got
cleaned.
 
After some creative rearranging of his bedding so he wouldn’t by lying on a
spot soaked with sweat or other fluids John got into his bed and pulled the
covers up over his body. He turned off his lamp and within two minutes was
asleep.
***** Riley *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
They never had sex again. There were moments when John certainly came close to
it. Sometimes during these moments he would look at her, and she would notice
him looking at her. After they gazed at each other for a few moments she’d
leave whatever room they were in and John knew that all he had to do was follow
her… but he never did. Then he turned sixteen. And she tried to kill him. It
was only because she was damaged, and he was able to fix her. And neither he
nor his mother was seriously hurt, so he forgave her. But then the next day she
told him that saving her had been a risk, and that he shouldn’t have done it.
That it meant he couldn’t be trusted anymore. He couldn’t be trusted. John
didn’t forgive her for that.
His relationship with his mother had also taken a turn for the worse, but he
wasn’t entirely sure why. Something between them had become strained. It
probably had something to do with him saving Cameron. And Sarkissian… but he
didn’t like to think about that. And Riley probably didn’t help either.
He wasn’t entirely sure why he liked Riley. She could be a bit unconventional
at times, but who the hell was he to judge someone for that. Besides, it made
her interesting. And she had this happy-go-lucky attitude towards life that he
found refreshing. Maybe it was because she had nothing to do with the rest of
his life, and she represented some kind of escape; a chance for him to exercise
even the smallest amount of free will. Maybe it was just an act of defiance,
against his mother and against Cameron.
And in all fairness the fact that Riley was hot probably didn’t hurt.
After Mexico things between them were weird for a little while, but it didn’t
take Riley long to accept the fact that he wasn’t going to tell her what had
been going on. Actually that she moved on so quickly was in and of itself was
kind of weird considering what had happened, but John did his best to ignore
it.
And now they were here.
After a moment their kiss ended and they broke apart. It was late. They sat in
his family’s truck on a hill overlooking the city. Riley had called him a few
hours earlier to come and get her from some party that she thought had taken a
turn for the worse. Once he got there however it seemed to have just been a
ploy to get him out of his house. She managed to convince him to stick around
for a while. He found it to be fairly boring, until things actually did take a
turn for the worse and they made a quick exit.
Which brought them to their current situation, with Riley's face only a few
inches from his, the taste of her lip-gloss on his mouth. After a moment they
kissed again, Riley’s right hand coming up to grasp the back of his head before
she ran her tongue against his mouth. John allowed it entrance, their tongues
meeting timidly at first, then with a growing confidence that caused their
blood to heat up and inflamed their already growing arousal.
Riley briefly broke their kiss to climb out of her seat and onto his so that
she was kneeling above him. She resumed their kiss, this time teasing his
tongue into her mouth while her left hand found his shoulder and her right
moved down his body to his side. This wasn’t the first time they had made out,
but then Riley did something that took this beyond anything they had done
before. She moved her hand even lower to boldly cup his crotch, feeling his
excitement twitch against her palm through his jeans.
John jumped, feeling his entire body tingling with electric excitement at the
sudden and unexpected stimulation, his tongue stumbling in its dance with
Riley’s inside her mouth, hers quickly pressing its advantage and storming its
way back into his. Riley used her mouth and the hand on his shoulder to press
him more firmly against his seat while the fingers of her other hand began to
squeeze and explore the outline of his hard-on.
Despite certain other inclinations to the contrary John forced an end to their
kiss, eyes that until then he hadn’t even realized were closed opening to find
her smirking down at him in a way that made his blood boil. (But in a nice, I
really, really want to fuck you kind of way.)
“Riley?” John croaked out as the blonde pressed her thumb against what she
correctly guessed to be the head of his member through his pants.
“John,” she replied somewhat breathlessly as her hand finally left his crotch,
but only to move up an inch to rest on his belt buckle.
His mind was filled with a pleasant haze that he only halfheartedly fought to
get through while his body tingled with excitement. John failed to find any
response and after a few moments passed without him saying anything Riley
brought her other hand down to his belt, quickly undoing it.
While he was still unable to connect words to any of the conflicting ideas
trying to fight their way through his fog laden brain his hands, more on
instinct than anything else, quickly grasped hers, stilling them as they were
about to leave the loose ends of his belt and move to open his jeans. They
gazed at each other for several long moments before Riley brought his hands
together, holding them in her own as she gently stroked his knuckles with one
of her thumbs.
“Do you want me to stop?” she asked softly.
John blinked, then swallowed before saying, “Stop what?”
The corners of her lips curved up in a slight smile. “Whatever you want, John.”
John sat there for several minutes as he fought to make sure he understood just
what it was she was suggesting. After a little while Riley brought her face
down to his, not so much kissing him as lightly brushing her lips against his.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered in his ear. It wasn’t meant to be sensual, but
the feeling of her hot breath against his skin still sent a fresh wave of
tingles through his body down to his arousal.
Finally he spoke. “It’s… I just..”
“You’ve never done this before.” Riley supplied.
“Done what?” John asked hesitantly, knowing full well but not wanting to be
caught with that assumption if he was wrong.
That small smile returned to her face. “Had sex,” she purred with a slightly
teasing note to her voice.
 
Almost immediately new images burst into his mind, Cameron on her knees before
him, taking him into her mouth. Cameron standing before him in all her naked
glory, offering herself to him. Cameron beneath him, her body soft and warm
against his, her breasts quivering against his chest every time he thrust into
her tight, burning sex, over and over until he-
John mental shook his head. No! He was not going to think about her. Not while
he was here with a real flesh and blood girl kneeling patiently above him,
offering to give herself to him, and for no other reason than that she wanted
to share this with him, wanted to be with him. Wanted to give him all the
things she never could, no mater how much he secretly…
John shook his head. “Once, a long time ago,” He knew it had only been two and
a half, at best three months, but it felt like such a long time ago. Though in
a way most things before his birthday did, before Cameron tried to kill him,
before he kill-
He was sure as hell not thinking about that either.
“It,” John shook his head again “It was-”
“Shh, you don’t need to tell me about it John,” Riley said gently. “In fact,”
her eyes twinkled with amusement, “I insist on it,” She became slightly more
serious. “This isn’t my first time either. Or my third, or my fourth…”
“No details,” John deadpanned. “I insist on it.”
Riley laughed, in that one moment dissipating a large amount of the tension
that had been building up between them ever since she elevated this beyond a
simple make out session. “Fair enough. But I guess my point is, it’s been
awhile for me too. And,” she smiled again; this time with no hint of her
previous smirks, fully genuine, yet at the same time with a sense of solemnness
behind it, “I think this will be my favorite one to date.”
John saw something in her eyes at that moment, a hint of something from her
past, some wound… But this wasn’t the time to explore that glimpse. Later, but
not right now.
A wordless understanding passed between them and they kissed again, lightly at
first but then with increasing passion as their hands parted, his going to her
hips while hers went back to his pants, quickly opening them so that she could
grasp him through the much looser confines of his boxers. He immediately thrust
up against her, his hands moving to knead her ass.
Riley fished him out of his boxers, giving his cock a few quick jerks causing
him to moan into her mouth. He responded by moving one hand from her ass to cup
her crotch causing her to grind against him, trying to increase the pressure
through her jeans and panties.
After a little while she ended their kiss, as much out of a need for air as
anything else, her hand continuing to leisurely pump him, her palm and his
shaft becoming slick with his precum. After a moment Riley reluctantly
abandoned his pulsing member to deal with the more pressing problem of her
pants. After a few minutes of awkward shuffling she and John were able to
stripe her of everything below her waist (except her socks, which they didn’t
bother with), and Riley leaned over to grab her bag, after a few moments
bringing out a role of cream colored condoms.
“How long have you had those?” John asked.
“Since I decided it was time we had sex,” Riley responded breathlessly. “About
a week,” She broke off the package at the end of the roll then tore it open.
“Hold your dick steady,” she instructed briskly, as if she were merely telling
him what street to drive down. John smirked at her down-to-business manner but
complied, griping the base of his penis as Riley brought the condom down to it,
rolling the rubber sheath down his length. Then they kissed again. After a
moment John did what he had been wanting to do ever since they’d peeled off her
panties and brought his fingers up to the soft, pink lips of her sex, feeling
them already slick with excitement. As he explored her folds it was Riley’s
turn to moan into their kiss. She practically screeched when he unknowingly
brushed her clit, causing him to break their kiss out of fear he had done
something wrong. However one look at her face told him anything couldn’t be
further from the truth.
“Inside,” she muttered, her eyes closed.
“What?” John asked.
“Your fingers,” she said more loudly. “Put one or two of them inside me.”
John complied, finding her entrance and sliding his middle finger up inside her
soft, wet heat, immediately feeling her tight inner muscles twist and contract
around him, trying to pull him in deeper. Riley bit down on her kiss-swollen
lower lip as feelings of pleasure radiated up from her penetrated sex, warming
her body and causing it to tingle with increased excitement even as her vagina
longed to be wrapping itself around the proper appendage. However for the
moment she contented herself with rocking against his hand while he sawed in
and out of her, after a few moments adding a second, and then to her delight a
third finger to her twat.
Finally John could no longer contain his own growing desire and pulled out of
her, his hands going to her hips. Riley opened her eyes, part of her saddened
by the loss of his fingers but tempered by the knowledge of what was about to
replace them. She put one hand on his shoulder, her other going down to grasp
the bottom half of his dick as she lowered herself towards it. She’d never had
sex with someone wearing a condom before, and as she rubbed him against her
folds the latex covered tip felt strange against her flesh. For a brief moment
part of her railed against the alien and artificial feel of it, wanting there
to be nothing between him and her, but the more practical half of her brain
pointed out that she also didn’t want to become pregnant. Well… Riley briefly
allowed her mind to fly ahead to what might someday be between them, when they
knew each other for who and what they were, and that metal whore was nothing
more than a forgotten pile of ash and slag… Jesse would be so proud of her… the
last image was almost an afterthought before Riley turned her mind back to the
present.
Only a moment had passed and John had yet to notice any hesitation on her part.
Riley quickly brought him to her entrance. John felt her open up above him and
their eyes locked. They each remained perfectly still for a moment, though to
them that moment seemed to stretch on forever, then at the exact same instant
he thrust up while she dropped down and it was done. They clutched at each
other as burning pleasure radiated through their joined bodies, his cock
pulsing against the clenching confines of her pussy. Hungry for more Riley
quickly began to move up and down in his lap, John matching each of her
downward thrusts with a sharp upward jab of his own. A small part of her mind
was vaguely aware of the feel of the condom versus bare flesh, but only if she
concentrated very hard, a feat she soon became incapable off.
For his part John wasn’t particularly aware of the condom, he would have
preferred to be doing this without it, but in that case he would just be
worrying about knocking her up, so it was just as well. However what he did
find distracting was the small part of his mind that insisted on comparing this
to his encounter with Cameron. While neither was better or worse there were
small differences in the way they moved and felt. The sounds they made when he
was fully buried inside them, the way they clenched and twisted around him as
he withdrew. He managed to force himself to stop, but knew that continuing with
such comparisons would most likely be inevitable when he was thinking about
this latter.
Riley dropped down into his lap again, this time stopping to grind herself
against him, feeling the fabric of his boxers and jeans rub against her flesh.
Riley briefly wished that they had taken the time to both completely strip
beforehand, though that was somewhat tempered when the cloth of his boxers
brushed against her clit. Still she hadn’t taken off anything above her waist,
and apart from making her a little too warm for comfort it also meant that so
far John had yet to so much as touch her breasts.
John was having similar thoughts, all Riley had done was free his cock, which
meant that he was basically still fully clothed, and as their copulation make
him increasingly hot and sweaty he also became increasingly uncomfortable.
However most of these thoughts left them as after a few moments Riley began to
bounce on his lap again, riding his cock with new fervor. They kissed and after
a moment John began to grope her tits through her shirt, which they both found
lacking but was still better than nothing. As they felt their ends approaching
they sure as hell weren’t going to stop to do anything about it.
A few more thrusts and Riley came, crying out as she pressed herself down
against him as firmly as she could, her cunt spasming wildly around his cock
while the rest of her body froze. She squeezed her eyes shut as her release hit
its peak, then slumped against him as it began to subside, leaving her
temporarily drained.
 
As he felt her pussy relax around him John grasped her ass again, quickly
thrusting up into her a few more times before achieving his own climax, his
balls tightening within their sack as they pumped his seed up though his cock
into its latex sheath.
 
They sat there for a few minutes holding each other, their heads resting on
each other’s shoulders as they enjoyed their afterglow. Riley was vaguely aware
of him softening within her sex and while she sort of liked the feeling she
half remember that that would risk the condom coming loose, which if it
happened inside her could defeat the purpose of using it in the first place.
After a moment she reluctantly rose off of him and reached down to gingerly
peel the condom from his dick, careful not to spill any of its contents. After
holding it between her thumb and forefinger for a few moments wondering how
best to dispose of it she opened the truck's door and let it fall to the
ground. As she closed the door she found John looking up at her, an eyebrow
raised in amusement.
 
“Hasn’t anyone told you not to litter?”
 
“What, don’t tell me you’re one of those save the planet types,” Riley shot
back, then before he could answer she kissed him, dropping back into his lap
trapping his now mostly limp manhood beneath and slightly between the lips of
her sex-slicked pussy.
 
John clutched her back as he returned the kiss, his mind split between the
feelings of her tongue sliding against his into his mouth and of her moist
folds pressing hotly against his dick.
 
Riley felt his cock twitch with new life beneath her and began to grind down
against him, both of them moaning from the stimulation this created. After a
moment she pulled her mouth away from his so that she could shrug off her
sweater before grabbing the hem of her shirt and yanking it off over her head
to drop it into the passenger seat next to them where the rest of her clothes
had accumulated. Riley rested her hands on his shoulders, massaging them as she
continued to rock back and forth on his quickly growing erection, naked except
for a purple bra (and socks).
 
John twisted around in his seat, after a moment managing to remove his own
black leather jacket, and then the t-shirt beneath it. Riley looked down at him
for a moment before bringing a hand up to his chest, resting her palm against
him before her fingers began to explore his skin. She shifted in his lap,
moving back to sit on his knees in order to give herself enough room to bend
down and plant a gentle kiss on his chest. She went lower; finding one of his
nipples and sucking on it, feeling the tiny nub harden beneath her tongue.
 
John closed his eyes as he felt Riely's warm, wet mouth move around his chest.
He moved his hands to her head, running them through her golden hair for a few
moments before moving them lower to the soft skin of her back. He lightly
massaged her shoulder blades before moving still lower, his fingers tracing the
cotton fabric of her bra strap before finding the fastener that held it
together. After fiddling with it for a moment he was able to unhook it, his
hands going back up to slip the straps off her shoulders.
 
Riley sat up again, her bra falling from her body with a roll of her shoulders.
She then tossed it onto the seat next to them with everything else.
 
John rested his hands on her thighs as he gazed at her newly exposed flesh. Her
plump breasts were a creamy white; each pert mound topped by a large, pale
pink, slightly puffy areola capped with a fat nipple, noticeably redder then
the flesh encircling it. Riley leaned back so that she was resting against the
steering wheel, her hands cupping John's face, drawing his head to her chest.
His hands moved to grasp her hips as he kissed the center of her cleavage
before drawing his tongue up its length to the base of her throat. One of his
hands left her hips to explore her left breast while his mouth moved back down
her chest, his teeth briefly catching on her collarbone as he kissed his way
down her right breast until he reached her nipple. He brushed his lips against
the pink nub before licking it and finally drawing her nipple into his mouth
while his thumb rubbed its twin.
 
Her hands grasped the back of his head, holding him firmly against her breast.
Riley bit her lip as she felt him pinch her left nipple with one hand while
swirling his tongue around the other. While he played with her tits his hand
that was still griping her hip left it to slid around to the inside of her leg,
his thumb stroking her inner thigh, almost, but not quite grazing the lips of
her sex. Riley bucked against him, trying unsuccessfully to get his fingers the
last half-inch to her twat. She whimpered at his continued teasing, after a
moment whining his name pleadingly as her fingernails dug insistently into his
scalp. John smirked against her breast, giving her nipple a final hard suck,
pulling it and as much of the surrounding flesh as he could into his mouth
before releasing it. He gently bit down on her nipple before giving it a
parting kiss and pulling his mouth away from her tit.
 
Riley was about to protest this latest injustice, but John almost immediately
descended on her opposite breast, the hand fondling it dropping down to her
other thigh while the hand teasing her slid up her stomach to claim her now
unattended tit, squeezing her saliva-slicked flesh. This time his mouth started
with the underside of her breast, licking and kissing his way up to her nipple,
his mouth circling around it a few times before finally closing on it. At
almost the same moment the thumb of his hand on her leg dipped between her
folds, sliding up the length of her slit and over her clitoris causing her to
cry out, jerking her pelvis against him. His thumb went back to the bottom of
her pussy moving up again to circle around the entrance to her vagina, feeling
the muscles of her entrance twitching beneath his thumb. After a few moments
his thumb continued its upward journey through her folds to graze her clit
again, this time returning to it after a second to circle it before lightly
pressing down on her nub.
 
Riley ran her fingers through his hair, whispering soft encouragements as her
boyfriend pleasured her. After a moment the blonde decided on a better form of
appreciation and one of her hands left his head to fall into his lap and wrap
around his cock, slowly pumping his shaft. She felt more than heard him when he
moaned against her breast in response before a few seconds later he slipped two
of his fingers inside her sex, thrusting in and out of her in time with the
movements of her fist. Riley answered by increasing the pace of her
ministrations and after a moment he responded by doing the same.
 
John left his girlfriend's breasts, burying his face in her cleavage while his
hand that had been foundling her chest slid down to her ass. He felt Riley's
hand grasp his hair, her own head dropping down to rest on top of his, her
breath hot against his scalp. They sat there in each other’s arms for several
minutes, each working to bring the other to completion. Finally Riley came, her
inner walls contracting around his fingers as she cried out, the sound muffled
by her boyfriend's hair. John continued to work her until he felt her pussy
begin to relax. His thumb left her clitoris and once the muscles of her cunt
had loosened completely he withdrew his fingers from her vagina to lightly pet
her folds as he felt her body slowly begin to relax against his as she came
down from her high.
 
When her orgasm begun Riley's other hand had left her boyfriend's penis to grip
his thigh. After she finished her hand went back, lightly stroking the
underside of his dick. After a moment she lifted her head from his.
 
“Would you like me to finish you off?” she asked quietly. John responded by
taking his hand away from her sex to pull hers from his cock as he lifted his
head from her chest.
 
“We still have more condoms don't we?”
 
Riley smiled. “A whole box,” Her hands cupped his face and they kissed again.
After a few moments she broke away to survey the inside of the truck. “Tell you
what,” she said looking back down at him. “Why don't I go get comfortable in
the back seat and you can join me when you lose your pants,” With that she
kissed him again, then separated another condom from the pack in her bag before
climbing out of her boyfriend's lap and between the two frond seats to get into
the back.
 
As soon as Riley was out of his lap John quickly began to work on his boots.
After he got them off he pulled off his socks, then lifted his ass from the
seat so he could remove his already unbuttoned jeans before pulling his cock
back through the fly of his boxers so he could take them off as well. Naked, he
twisted around so that he was kneeling in the driver's seat facing the back of
the cab.
 
Riley lay waiting for him on the back seat, one leg bent upward in the cramped
confines of the cab, her foot resting on the seat with her other leg dangling
over the edge of the seat, that foot resting on the floor. She had removed the
condom from its wrapper and it was currently lying on her chest stretched out
along the length of her cleavage. Her eyes watched him while one of her hands
gently stroked her pussy, the other teasing one of her nipples.
 
John swallowed as he gazed at the full length of her body, smooth creamy skin,
full pert breasts, soft, slightly round stomach, and neatly trimmed golden
curls above swollen pink folds glistening with arousal. He gazed at her pussy
for a few moments before continuing down her body, blinking when he realized
she was still wearing her socks. After looking at them for a few moments her
returned his gaze to her face, eyebrows slightly raised.
 
Riley shrugged. “Didn't fell like bothering with them.”
 
“Yeah, well, I want to see you completely naked,” With that John moved into the
back seat and grabbed one of her legs, pulling it up and then yanking the sock
off of her foot before doing the same thing with the other one. He looked at
her face to find her smirking up at him with amusement and responded by bending
down and kissing her. Despite the limited space John was able to knee down next
to her between the frond and back seats as they deepened their kiss. One of his
hands moved to cradle the back of her head while the other found her pussy, his
fingers delving between slick folds, two of them entering her while his thumb
circled her clit.
 
Riley moaned into their kiss as he fingered her, her hands coming up to rake
through his short hair as she gyrated her pelvis against his hand. After a
little while John pulled his mouth from hers, his hand leaving her snatch to
pick up the condom lying between her breasts. Riley lifted herself up on her
elbows and watched as John rolled the latex sheath down the length of his cock
before shifting to make room for him as crawled on top of her. She opened her
legs as wide as she could to make room for him between them, both of them
watching as he guided his penis to her entrance. He inserted the first inch of
his cock into her sex before moving his arms to rest on either side of her
shoulders, steadying himself before thrusting the rest of the way into her
depths.
 
They both groaned as he bottomed out inside her, Riley, who was still propped
up on her elbows, allowing her head to fall back as she closed her eyes against
the waves of pleasure washing through her body. She felt his mouth on her
exposed neck as her began to rock his hips against her, after a few moments
beginning to slid in and out of her, the additional stimulation heightening her
ecstasy. She warped her legs around his hips as he curled one of his arms
beneath her to better support his weight, the other one coming up to fondle one
of her breasts.
 
The cab filled with the sounds of their harsh breathing and the rhythmic slap
of flesh against flesh as they fucked. They were limited in what they could do
and how much they could move by the cramped confines of the cab, and John was
unable to thrust into her with as much speed and power as he would have liked
without the force of it knocking her head against the door of the truck, a fact
that Riley also lamented, especial since she was unable to put much force into
her own counter-thrusts.
 
Despite the less-than desirable conditions they were both still enjoying
themselves, Riley especially once John's hand left her breast to tease her
clit. John moved his face up to hers, resting his forehead against hers as he
was unable to lose any oxygen kissing her. He felt his pleasure begin to mount
as he thrust in and out of her clutching channel, her sex hot and tight around
him through the condom. He felt as much as heard the changing in her breathing
and somehow knew it meant she was also approaching her end. He buried his
manhood all the way inside her as he came, his fingers somehow remembering to
continue stimulating her clit as his cock pulsed in a futile attempt to deliver
his seed to her womb. Riely followed him a few moments later, her vagina
contracting almost painfully around him as her body attempted to milk as much
semen from him as it could, though not a drop made it past the condom.
 
John felt Riley begin to relax beneath him, her sex loosening its grip on his
penis as her legs untangled from around his. She lay back down on the seat and
John drew his slowly softening length from her core. She shifted on the seat so
that he could sort of lie next to her, their hot, sweat covered bodies pressed
together. John carefully removed the condom form his dick, finding himself in
the same situation Riley had faced earlier and finally deciding to adopt her
solution, opening the door next to their heads and dropping the condom to the
ground. Riley looked up at him with another smirk and John quickly kissed her
before she could say anything. They wrapped their arms around each other,
holding each other as they enjoyed their post-orgasmic bliss.
 
However as they lay there John found that something was missing. He liked
Riley, and had certainly enjoyed what they had done, but he couldn't help but
think that he should be feeling... more. It was one thing to go out with her in
order to escape his life, but this, holding her naked body against his own
after they had... a part of him couldn't help feel that it was wrong, unfair to
her. Granted, he had promised her nothing, and she hadn't given him any reason
to believe that she though he had... but all the same it still felt wrong.
 
John closed his eyes. Why are you over thinking this? You like her John. And
she likes you. Why the hell can't this be something more?
 
Because tomorrow I may have to leave her forever. Possible without saying
goodbye. Because even if I don't, I can never tell her who I really am. And as
much as you hate to admit it, Cameron's right, every moment you spend with
Riley puts her life in danger. It's a miracle she didn't die in Mexico, next
time she may not be so luck. And as long as she's with you, there will be a
next time.
 
And thinking of Cameron only seemed to add another twinge of guilt. If he
forced himself to be honest part of the reason he was with Riley at all,
perhaps only a small part, but a part none the less, was to punish her. Which
was also unfair to Riley. And as far as Cameron went it was either a pointless
gesture, or he was being unfair to her too.
 
“Hmm, what are you thinking about?” Riley muttered against his chest. John
tightened his hold on her.
 
“Nothing.”
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