by Kristen Echo
“I’ll let you argue with our parents. How much longer are you working for the hockey player?”
“Technically, I’m still working for Mr. Northcote and I’ll be with Cameron until I find a replacement.” Something he’d told her not to rush. “At least a week or two. It’s kind of up in the air.”
“I know nothing about hockey, but I can see a twinkle in your eye that tells me this Cameron is hot. Am I right?” Hailey covered the basket, pulling it out of reach as Meagan went for another.
Cameron was beyond hot; he was scorching. “He’s all right.”
“I’ll bet he’s better looking than you’re letting on, but it doesn’t matter. Dad said Spencer gave you the assignment to make his life easier. Don’t complicate it with sex. Sex complicates everything. Trust me.”
“I’m not a virgin, Hailey. I know all about sex. Not that I’m having sex with Cameron. I never said we did that. I’m simply letting you know I’m not naïve,” she said, leaning her elbows on the table.
“You are a bad liar. If you’re not having sex with him, you want to be. You’ve had sex with your high school boyfriend. It’s not the same as fucking around with an experienced man. Men are all the same; they’re pigs. They have a one-track mind and it’s always on their dicks.”
“When did you become so bitter?” She reached across the table and snatched another bun. “Have you been with anyone since…” Her voice trailed off, not wanting to mention her sister’s lost soldier.
“Ryan. Ryan. Ryan. I’m not going to break. Yes, I’ve been with several men; too many probably. Which is why I’m telling you this; stay away from men and relationships in general. Concentrate on school and work.”
The waiter came by, took their order and refilled their water glasses. It gave Meagan a chance to process her sisters sudden man hating attitude. Once the waiter left, she changed the subject, and they discussed her rehab and her parents. At some point she’d have to see them; she couldn’t avoid them forever.
When she got home, she decided to work out. All the carbs made her feel heavy. Plus, she had time to kill before she had to pick up April. She pulled on a pair of yoga pants and wore a loose top over her sports bra. Cranking the surround sound, she started slow on the treadmill. Once she broke a sweat, she moved to the weights bench. Cameron had way too many weights on the bar. She removed all but ten pounds and settled under the bar.
“You can lift more than that.” The man of the house stood before her in a pair of tight running pants. His shirt was around the back of his neck. His body glistened with sweat. He moved closer until his cock was next to her head. “Need a hand?”
She swallowed hard as he leaned over and smiled. Her grip on the bar tightened. The warnings from her father, her sister and her own inner turmoil were all pushed aside. Relationships were overrated. She wanted to touch him and press her tongue over every inch of exposed flesh. “I’d love a hand. What would you suggest?”
“How much of a workout are you looking for? We’ll concentrate on different things, depending what results you’re seeking.”
“I thought I knew what I wanted, but I’m not so sure any more. I might be persuaded to veer off course and try something new.” She lifted the bar and pulled it towards her chest.
His hands followed the bar, resting against her breasts. “I have some ideas in mind. Want me to be your trainer for the next hour?”
“My body is all yours,” she breathed as she pushed the bar back in the air.
The smile that followed was more sinful than the devil. “Meagan, you won’t regret working out with me.” He crouched down. “Hold the bar up there while I kiss you.”
He leaned under the bar, between her arms and covered her mouth with his lips. The upside-down kiss made her arms shake, but she held them high as he licked along her seam. She gave him the access he sought and kissed him back. He played with her breasts as they made out. When he finally pulled away, her arms ached, and they fell to her chest. He chuckled and helped her put the bar back onto the cradle.
“That’s the first set. We can do everything on this bench, and I do mean everything. Sit up and let’s work those legs.” He rounded the bench and adjusted the weights for her to do leg extensions. He motioned for her to get into position. She scooted to the edge, sat up and wrapped her legs under the device. Cameron stepped closer, spread his legs and straddled hers. “You’ll work that mouth too.”
His groin was lined up with her face and she wrapped her hands around his ass, pulling him closer. He had the tightest buns. They were firm. She squeezed his cheeks while licking her lips.
“Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”
“Pump your legs and suck my cock.” He pulled down his pants and released his erection. It was long, thick and straight. She licked across the tip, collecting the pearl of pre-cum. She inhaled; his musk surrounded her.
He gripped his shaft and pumped the length. “Fuck, yeah. I’ll be watching your legs and I’ll thrust to your speed. Get moving because I want to fuck your mouth so hard.”
She lifted her legs and opened wide. He tugged her hair and pushed inside. Her tongue slid over his head and along his shaft as he slid deep. She lowered her legs, and he pulled out, leaving only the tip inside her lips. She tugged down his pants, ran her fingers over his bare ass and lifted her legs again. This thrust plunged deeper, touching the back of her throat. Her legs went down and he pulled out again. On the next lift, she sucked hard, and he moaned. Watching him come undone had to be the sexiest thing she’d ever witnessed. Her legs moved with purpose, pushing past the sting until his body became rigid.
“I’m going to come down your throat any second,” he said as his eyes closed and he tossed his head back.
Her legs were exhausted, but she wanted him to come. She needed him to finish. She sucked harder, lifted and lowered in quick succession until he exploded on her tongue. She let her legs fall as he pulled her hair, holding her in place as he rubbed his release into her mouth.
“That was amazing. Lie back,” he said.
She sat back on her elbows and watched as he peeled off his pants and kicked them to the corner. Cameron Smith was buck naked in front of her. His toned, lean body was on full display for her to admire and she did. His arms were strong and his chest firm. The muscles rippled and tapered to a trim waist and an impressive semi-hard cock.
“Seems like you’re overdressed for this workout, Miss Rylen. Let me help fix that,” he offered and removed her shoes and socks. “I’m afraid it’s all got to go.” He pulled down her pants and panties, leaving her bared from the waist down.
The heated stare gave her the confidence to take it all off. She removed her top and sports bra. She sat up straight and wrapped her arms around her midsection. “What’s next?”
“Free weights and butterflies.” He walked over to the stack of dumbbells and handed her two-pound weights before kissing her. This kiss was even more intense than the previous one. It left her panting and her chest heaving for the next breath. He massaged her breasts for another moment and pressed her into a lying position.
“Open your legs,” he said, sitting on the bench by her feet. Her knees were together, and he helped open them, letting them fall to the side. He ran his thumbs through her wet folds and settled his head between her open thighs. “Keep your arms straight and lift them together. Each time you do, I’ll lick you. Like this.” He flicked the pad of his tongue along her entrance.
“Oh,” she cried when he licked over her clit. She tilted her head and saw his mouth covered with her juices. “More.” She lifted her arms as he instructed and his tongue repeated the same long fluid motion. Meagan moaned and caged his head between her legs.
“You’re so sweet. Keep going. We’re not stopping until I taste your climax.” He rubbed his nose over her clit, teasing her and making her body convulse.
Meagan had never moved her arms so quickly in her life. She flapped those wings like a bird and chirped every time he re
ached her clit. He sucked and licked. She was so close, and then he pushed two fingers inside her and crooked them, hitting her G-spot. “Right there, Cam. Oh…” Her head slammed back against the bench as the rainbows clouded her vision. “Oh… Y… Yes!” Her screams were louder than the stereo, but she couldn’t curb the sounds or the sensation of bliss that tore through her. Her legs and arms were shaking.
“Get up and we’ll work your core.” He moved her legs and feet to one side of the bench and helped her flip over. “Hold on to the bench and get that big beautiful ass in the air. You can rest on your elbows if you need to, but don’t let go,” he said, stepping behind her.
The position likely gave him a perfect view of her big booty. He spread her cheeks and growled with satisfaction as he ran his hands over her rump. She widened her stance and Cameron lined up. He coated his cock with her arousal. Once he was wet, he gripped her hips and lunged forward. One hard push and he was all the way in.
They both moaned. He stretched her in a good way and her walls accommodated his wide girth. The tempo of the music picked up the pace, and they followed along. Cameron made love to her at a fast and furious pace like a tornado ravaging a small town. He slammed into her over and over until her body felt limp, but she held on.
“I’m so close,” he said, reaching around and rubbing her clit. That touch was the missing piece of the perfect storm and she shattered into millions of pieces. Her incoherent wails of pleasure filled the room. He thrust a few more times before pulling out. “Fuck!” His hot spurts landed on her ass and back. His fingers bruised her behind as he pumped everything onto her skin.
She collapsed onto her knees, hugging the workout bench. It took her a moment to catch her breath and when she did, he was beside her smiling. He pushed the stray strands from her face and they kissed.
He pulled his lips away and stood up. “I like this bench so much more now. Next time we’ll take our time. I’ve never made love down here, but I’d like more than a quickie.” He collected his clothes. Using his sweat soaked shirt, he cleaned her back and rubbed her bottom. “If I keep touching you, I’ll never get out of here. Thanks for working out with me. I’ll go pick up April. See you later.” He winked and left.
Sex on a workout bench was a first for Meagan too, and she hoped not a last.
CHAPTER TEN
A s the water washed away the remnants of their workout, Meagan collected her thoughts and tried to sort through the jumbled mess. He very clearly said next time, which implied more. How much more was the question?
On one hand, that was the most fun experience of her life. Cameron had worked her body in all the right places. Every muscle was deliciously sore and she couldn’t wait to do it all over again. On the other hand, her feelings for him and his daughter were growing into something she never intended. Their time together was temporary. Falling in love would be stupid and damaging to her credibility within the industry. If Mr. Northcote found out, she’d be fired; gone would be her dreams of pursuing this as a career.
By the time she dried off and dressed, Cameron and April had returned. A blonde mop of curls raced towards her. Meagan picked her up and hugged her. “How was your day?”
“Great! We decorated Easter eggs.” Easter sounded more like eater, but no one corrected her. “They need to dry. If you want to make one, I can show you how. Daddy said he wanted one,” April said, wiggling out of her arms.
Meagan set her down and April grabbed her hand, tugging her towards the kitchen. “Sounds like fun.”
“I’ll be home for the rest of the night.” Cameron shoved his hands in his jean pockets. “If you have other plans, you don’t have to stick around. However, you’re welcome to paint with us and stay for dinner.”
“Are you asking me to hang out with you?” It sounded like a date, but she didn’t want to use that word in front of his daughter. Inside, her heartbeat quickened, clapping like she’d won a gold medal at the Olympics.
His dimples crept in, making him look all shades of sexy. “I am. I like having you around.”
“Then I’ll stay,” she replied.
They boiled eggs and decorated them with paint and stickers. April was quite the little artist. A trait she had not inherited from her father, judging by his finished product. They never talked about April’s mother, and there were no pictures of her around the house. Meagan concluded she wasn’t involved in their lives but had no facts to support her suspicions.
Cameron refused to let her cook dinner even though she offered. They ended up eating turkey breast sandwiches and a house salad. He devoured three plates worth. The night involved so much laughter Meagan’s belly hurt. After dinner, they went to the park down the street and Cameron pushed them on the swings. By the time bedtime rolled around, April wasn’t the only one yawning.
“Do you like ice-cream, Meagan? It’s my favorite food in the whole world.” April picked up an ice-cream cone shaped pillow from her bed and hugged it to her chest.
Meagan sat on the edge of the bed and smiled. “Ice-cream is yummy, but my favorite food is cheese. I like all sorts and haven’t found a flavor I don’t love.” If she had her way, she’d smother every meal with it, but she tried to use it sparingly in her cooking. No one could deny, everything tasted better with large amounts of cheese.
“You even like blue cheese and parmesan? That stuff stinks.” Cameron raised his eyebrow as he trailed his fingers along the small of her back. They were sitting side by side. His touch made it difficult for her to concentrate on food, when all she wanted to do was lick him, and taste him again.
She swallowed the lust. “They have a scent drawback but taste so good. How about you? What’s your favorite food?”
He leaned over and kissed April on her forehead. “Ice-cream of course, however, a close second would be chocolate. I don’t eat sweets often, but I have a big sweet-tooth.” He licked his lips and stared at her as he spoke. His hand moved lower and over her ass. A gentle pat followed. “I have a hard time resisting sweet things.”
“I have sweet teeth too,” April said as she rolled over.
His eyes moved back to his daughter. “Okay, little girl. It’s time to shut your brain off and get some sleep. Which book should we read? Princesses or fairies tonight?”
April snuggled into her sheets. “Can we read one of Meagan’s books?”
She coughed as her cheeks flushed and she brought the covers up to the little girl’s neck. “My books are not appropriate for bedtime or for children. When you’re much older, you can read those kinds of stories.”
“Okay. Toilet tales. Please, Daddy.”
Meagan laughed. Despite all of Cameron’s efforts to get his daughter to like princesses and girlie things, April wanted nothing of them. “I’ll leave you two alone to enjoy your dirty books.”
“You can stay and listen, if you want?” Cameron offered, but she shook her head as she leaned over and hugged April.
The three of them were cuddled on the bed together. She was getting too close. “Goodnight.” Meagan stood and left the room. She was falling in love with this family. It was wrong to get attached when this wasn’t her job, or her man. She needed a little distance.
Once in her room, she noticed several missed calls from her parents. She dialed their number and her father answered on the first ring.
“Hello Meagan.” His tone was clipped as usual.
“Hello Daddy. You called a few times but didn’t leave a message. What’s up?”
“Leaving messages is pointless; you never return our calls. Your mother needs to confirm your attendance for Easter dinner. It’s next Sunday.”
She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. “I have to check with Cameron and see what’s on the schedule. I’ll get back to you.”
“See you do in a timely manner, Meagan. You know how your mother goes overboard on the holidays. There will be enough food to feed a platoon.”
Holiday’s at the Rylen house were always over the top. Her mot
her decorated every inch of the house like they were still small children. They had enough food to feed the army because her father invited half the base over for dinner. Quaint family dinners like the one she’d just had, didn’t exist growing up. There were always extra mouths to feed.
“I will check and get back to you tomorrow. Was there another reason for your calls?”
“Hailey informed me the two of you had lunch.” He exhaled audibly, and she suspected her sister had tattled about the full-time nanny comment. “When I sent you over to Spencer’s, I never expected you to stay as long as you have. You’ve wasted an entire year of—”
“It’s not wasted and I am not in the mood to talk about work. Life isn’t all about work. Sometimes it’s about having fun too.” An image of Cameron reading to April popped into her head and she smiled. “I’m allowed to have fun.”
“Is that what you’re doing? Because I was under the impression that you’re working. Don’t get caught up with Cameron Smith. He’s already ruined one woman’s life and I won’t let him corrupt yours.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I don’t want to hear it. Keep your judgements to yourself. He’s a good man, and an amazing dad,” she countered.
He scoffed. “Open your eyes before it’s too late. Nothing is as simple as it appears on the surface. Do you even know what happened to his daughter’s mother? I don’t want you around him. If you—”
“I have to go.” As much as his comment peaked her curiosity, it wasn’t his story to tell. She planned to ask Cameron about April’s mom. “I’ll call you tomorrow and tell you about my holiday plans. Love you,” she added before hanging up.
The conversation infuriated her, and she tossed her phone across the bed when a knock sounded against her door. “Come in,” she said, moving into a seated position on the bed.
Cameron opened the door and closed it behind himself. “Hi,” he said, entering the room. “I wanted you to know I’m glad you stayed.”
