Precious Consequences by Tamsyn Bester Read Free Book Online Page B

Cameron, I’ve known you since we were twelve and discovered what a hard-on is. You can’t lie to me, brother.”
    I want to deny it, but the truth is, I’ve had a hard time not thinking about Hayley since I walked away from her those few days ago, when I dropped her off at Campus after giving her a ride. It’s the strangest thing because I don’t believe in ‘getting to know someone’ and ‘seeing where it goes’. That shit is best left in books and movies because, hell, if I’m a fucking knight in shining armor. I’m just another twenty one year old guy that thinks with his dick first, and his brain later. Rachel is an easy lay, and a convenience fuck, but I’m bored. I need a new challenge and I may have just found it.
    “Ah, fuck,” Noah mutters, throwing his arms up in defeat. “I know that look, man.”
    I grin wickedly and make my way towards Hayley. The last race for the afternoon is in thirty minutes, but all I need is ten.
    Zander sees me first and his posture straightens in defense immediately. I hate him and he knows it. He’s such a pussy, especially when he’s always a stroke or two behind me in the pool. Hayley’s head turns in my direction and she blasts me with her gorgeous smile. 
    “Oh, hi Cameron,” she says. “I didn’t know you were on the swim team.”
    Our eyes meet briefly before hers slip down the length of my body, stopping to admire my ink. The half-naked angel that curls around my shoulder and down my biceps to my elbow seems to have intrigued her, as her eyes linger there the longest.
    “Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I’m a serial killer and Captain of the swim team. How rude of me.”
    She giggles, and as if remembering we’re not completely alone, her head tilts up to Zander. He’s glowering at me. “Zander, this is -”
    “I know who he is,” Zander snaps.
    “I don’t know how,” I reply smugly. “You’re more familiar with the sight of my ass than you are with my face.”
    Hayley starts laughing beside me, cupping her mouth and failing miserably to stifle the noise, and Zander snarls. His eyes dart between Hayley and I, and then stop on her. “It was nice chatting to you, Hayley,” he says stiffly. “Maybe we can grab coffee some time when I’m in town for the next meet.”
    “It was nice meeting you, Zander, and good luck,” she replies sweetly.
    “Yes, Zander, good luck,” I chime in, mimicking Hayley’s sing-song voice but sounding more like a strangled squirrel instead.
    Zander huffs and stalks off.
    Pussy.
    Everything about that guy sets me off, and in the worst way possible. 
    I turn back to Hayley and she's looking at me, biting her lip to hide her smile. "What?" I ask, shrugging. 
    She shakes her head. "Why do I get the feeling that was a pissing contest?" 
    Smirking, I reply, "He's no competition." 
    Hayley's about to reply, but she stops herself. Her cheeks turn a shade of red and I immediately want to know what she was about to say. The fact that she's checking me out isn't helping. I know she can see how tight my jammer is, the way it hugs my crotch and my thighs. They don't consist of much fabric, but they're streamlined and help improve my speed in the water. I'm suddenly glad they don't leave much to the imagination. 
    "So, what are you doing here?" I ask, saving her from her own embarrassing thoughts. 
    She hesitates, as if to remember why she's here. "Oh, uh, Hannah and I got an assignment for our photojournalism class. She decided we’d take some action shots of the swim team, but it was really just an excuse to see the hot guys in their wet swimming gear." 
    "And have you seen any hot guys yet?" I ask innocently. 
    "No," she replies, "The 'talent' is somewhat average. I'm rather disappointed." 
    My face falls and when Hayley sees my expression she bursts out laughing. "Oh, wow," she breathes, "You're too easy."
    I wrap my hand around her biceps and pull her two steps closer to me. "I'll have to change your mind then,