Preach to me Baby

by Hazel Parker

  “I thought I was doing right by you. I couldn’t see it turning out any other way. I just saved us the pain of getting there.” As Camden looked into Vaughn’s tormented eyes, she felt the seed of doubt that she carried with her grow.

  “You deny our relationship because you think there’s some invisible barrier preventing you from being in my life, but I need you there. My world is full of ass-kissers and leeches, not a single shred of personality between them. I find myself going to the country club hoping you would show up again, only to be faced with more of the same, insipid people. Until yesterday.”

  “Don’t confuse obsession with something meaningful. If you want me because I cure your boredom, then you may as well give up now. I’ve learned what I’m capable of and I don’t think I have it in me to be pliant to anyone, regardless of how much money you have. I worked too hard to make a life here for you to come and tell me you can do better.”

  “Cam, that’s not what I’m saying.” Vaughn’s hands cupped her cheeks. “I’m trying to tell you that I want to be a part of what you have here. That in the time you’ve been gone I’ve realized that I’m not happy without you. You are all that I want, and had I found you sooner, I’d be telling you the same thing. Had I known about Isla, I would be telling you the same thing.”

  Camden studied his face, close to her own, reading what she saw there. His eyes were pleading, tender, and she saw in them an honesty she couldn’t deny. Even so, there was something in her that still wouldn’t break.

  “I have a child to think of. I can’t bring people in and out of her life. If you want to be a part of our lives, then you have to be serious.”

  “I couldn’t agree more,” Vaughn said as his hand moved to the back of her neck, his mouth easing closer to hers. “I don’t think I’ve ever been jealous before today when I thought you were with someone else. I can’t risk that happening again. I lost you once and I’ll be damned sure not to let that happen again.”

  Camden softened under his hands. Vaughn’s lips tasted her, warm and crushing. The scent of him surrounded her, spicy and virile, and the familiar feel of his body pressed against hers was welcome after being apart for so long. She molded into him, and when his tongue lapped at her mouth, coaxing her, she readily met his with her own. His fingers climbed up her neck, into her hair. The bite of his fingers fisting into her hair spurred her on, their kisses devouring.

  Vaughn’s other hand explored down her body, strong fingers kneading her shoulders, her back, her hips. Camden arched her hips into him, feeling the heat of his growing erection rub into her. The pulsing heat between her legs grew and Camden could feel the wetness gathering there. Her nipples rubbed against the fabric covering them and her hand curled into the front of his shirt. The taste she had of him last night didn’t even come close to curbing the craving she had for him now.

  Her nimble fingers found the bottom of his shirt. She pulled it up his body, and Vaughn broke their kiss to allow her to pull it up. Her hands exposed his olive skin, toned muscles, and she abandoned his shirt in favor of rubbing her hands over his chest, plucking at a nipple as she ran her fingers over them. Vaughn hissed in a breath and finished pulling his shirt up over his head.

  Camden’s fingers trailed down his stomach to the dark hair that trickled down beyond his pants. She cupped his cock through his pants, kneading it. Vaughn watched her with heat in his eyes, his hand remaining tangled in her hair as she knelt before him and unfastened his jeans. She delved her hand into his pants, revealing his thick erection. She flicked her eyes up to his.

  “I’ve thought about this for two years. I can’t wait to taste you again.”

  Vaughn’s head fell back as she enveloped him, her lips coating him until she had taken him all in. Vaughn moved his hips into her, dipping the crown into her mouth as she sucked him. Camden watched his muscles contracting as he moved in time with her lips. Her hand gripped his stalk, her lips bumping against it with frenzied vigor until he was pulling her back.

  Vaughn tugged her up, the need in his eyes apparent.

  “I want to bury myself in you, Cam. When I’m done with you, there’ll be no question in your mind that you belong to me. And me to you.” Camden melted at the need in his voice, the jealousy.

  Deftly unbuttoning her pants, Vaughn burrowed a hand between her legs, cupping her sex and pressing the heel of his hand to her clit. Camden bucked into him, the wetness he found there surging. She laced her hands around his neck and rocked into him. Vaughn slid two fingers into her warm wet cleft, and she let out a moan.

  The need in his eyes intensified. Vaughn wrapped a strong arm around her waist and picked her up, his other hand maintaining its barrage. She held tight to his neck and wrapped her legs around him as he supported her with his free hand. Vaughn moved them through the house, Camden’s fingers biting into his neck, a silent urge for him to staunch the ache building in her sex. Entering the bedroom, Camden’s hands left his neck, frantic to pull her shirt off. She managed to pull it over her head and let it drop to the floor.

  Hovering over the bed, Vaughn’s hand snaked out of her pants and, with both hands, gripped her ass and pulled her into the heat of his cock. The pressure it placed on her needy clit sent tremors racing through her. Camden’s hips rode his erection, unable to stop the need to intensify the pleasure. Vaughn groaned; the sound was gratifying, powerful.

  He let her slide down his body and drop onto the bed. Camden kicked off her pants and Vaughn did the same. He came down onto the bed on top of her. Vaughn gripped his fist over her bra and pulled it down with enough force that she heard the lace tear. His hands were immediately upon her bared breasts, and Camden quivered against his touch. Her hands extended over her head, giving herself over to him. Skin to skin and laying against her, Vaughn rubbed his cock against her, his fingers stimulating her aching nipples.

  “I missed how your body felt against mine, Cam.” His voice was rough and warm against her.

  Bending his head, Vaughn licked the tight points of her nipple. His teeth grazed lightly over it and a throb of desire flooded through Camden. He bathed the tip, swathing it with his tongue. Then moved to the other one, sucking it into his mouth, driving her wild. The tension was building in her body, his cock teasing her, his mouth on her chest.

  “Vaughn, please,” she whimpered.

  Vaughn straightened and smiled, watching her with burning eyes. He drew his hips back and Camden felt the head of his cock against her. He slowly plunged his hips forward, her body sheathing him in her heat. He groaned as he immersed himself in her. Vaughn started a slow rhythm, easing out of her, into her. The slow scrape of flesh over her burning skin only intensified the fervor. Camden thrust her hips up to meet his, her hands reaching back to grab his ass, urging him in deeper, faster.

  Vaughn yielded, his thrusts meeting hers with a frantic desire. Each drive of his cock into her had her writhing, pressure mounting towards ecstasy. Her body stiffened while her sex shuddered around him. Her body contracted, jolting into his. Vaugh wrapped his arms around her body, his body shuddering in release.

  Camden lay back on the bed, limp in his arms. Vaughn rolled off of her body, arms still wrapping her, and settled in beside her. With her head pressed against his chest, Camden listened to the beating of his heart finally begin to slow. Vaughn’s hand began a slow path up and down her back as they both recovered.

  Camden smiled against his chest. “I can’t remember many times we slept together in a bed. If ever.”

  “We have. That time you came up to see me while I was in university.”

  “That was, what, six years ago? How do you remember that?”

  “You’d be surprised how much I remember about you. You came up and I took you to that frat party,” he said, still stroking her hair.

  “Oh, right. And I got so drunk. I don’t remember having sex, though. Just waking up feeling like shit.” Camden groaned at the memory.

  “We didn’t have sex, but we did sleep together
. In a bed, no less.”

  “Why is it that you remember that night?” Camden propped herself up on her elbows, looking up at Vaughn.

  “It’s actually a really vivid memory I have of you. It was one of the first times we met outside of the club and I had looked forward to you coming for weeks. I irritated the shit out of my roommate talking about your visit.”

  “And then I ruined it by drinking too much,” she said, wrinkling her nose.

  “No, not at all. You were pretty wasted, but you let me wrap my arm around you while we walked back to my place, and you let me hold you all night long. Those were things we were never allowed to do any other time we met in secret. And, best of all, you answered every question I asked you as if you were given a truth serum. And I really took advantage of that,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows and grinning.

  “What? You never told me that before. What did I tell you?”

  “All kinds of things, like you thought my mother was a scraggily, old bag, and that when I got old, I would have a huge nose just like my old man. And that you loved me.”

  “I did not,” Camden groaned. She knew she talked a lot, and more so when she had a couple of drinks. But she had no idea she could get so loose lipped when she was drinking.

  “Oh, but you did,” Vaughn said, grin still firmly in place.

  “That’s so embarrassing. I can’t believe you ever wanted to see me again.” Camden buried her head in his chest.

  “It’s not as bad as you’re thinking; it was hilarious.” When she still wouldn’t look at him, Vaughn coaxed her chin with a hook of his finger. When he spoke again his voice was gentle. “How about I make it up to you? Why don’t I confess something to you to make up for it?”

  “Okay, but it better be good.”

  “When I saw you with Isla today, rocking her, singing, letting her smear her goopy hands all over your hair, I thought it was sexy as hell. And I love you.”

  She shook her head. “You’re crazy.”

  “No, really. Seeing how much you love her, knowing that she came from both of us. That you’re both mine to love, it’s powerful. I like watching you as a mother.”

  Camden smiled against his chest. “I’m happy that you want to be a part of her life, and maybe mine too.”

  “Are you really still not convinced? I am already a part of your life; Isla’s too. This is real and it’s already started, so you better learn to like it.”

  “You better learn to not boss me around.”

  “But I like bossing you around. We have the best sex when you’re all riled up.”

  She settled her head on his chest again, letting her fingers run over his body. She smiled as the skin under her hands shivered in response.

  “Well, if you’re so serious about this, then you’re in for a big shock with two of us full time.”

  “I think you’re right. I’m probably in over my head with just you, never mind Isla.” Vaughn sighed and shook his head. “I don’t know anything about kids. I’m pretty sure I knew my nanny better than I knew my own parents. I’m not sure I’m qualified to do this.”

  “Oh, don’t worry, Isla will give you a crash course. Just a tip, though, you may want to up your dry-cleaning budget. I don’t think kids and Italian, tailored suits go well together.”

  “Good tip.”

  As the exhaustion from the last two days settled over her, she cozied in closer to Vaughn, letting his warmth envelope her.

  “I wonder what your mother will say when you tell her,” Camden said around a yawn.

  “Oh, don’t you worry about her. She’s gotten a lot softer since you saw her last. Besides, she may come across as a scraggily, old bag, but she loves me. If I tell her I love you, she’ll love you too. And I have a feeling she’ll welcome a granddaughter.”

  “I wish the same could be said about my parents.”

  “Don’t you think they’ll come around, now that everything will be out in the open?”

  “That’s almost worse, like they only want to meet Isla because you’re her dad, not because she’s my daughter.”

  “Whatever happens with them, we’ll still be together. We can be our own family.”

  Camden blinked back the tears that wet her eyes. After all this time on her own, she finally felt all the love she had been missing. She snuggled in close to Vaughn, the father to her daughter, the man she loved, the one who understood every crazy part of her and loved it all.

  THE END

  Irresistible Lovers

  Katelyn sat alone in her bedroom, her new iPhone in her hand. She stared blankly at it, not quite sure how to handle what she had just read. She knew that she should be more surprised, but honestly, she had seen this coming from a mile away. Katelyn’s hands were completely steady though. She wasn’t shaking. She realized that she wasn’t even that upset, but her mind raced to all the different options.

  Judging by the text she had just received from her husband, Dale, which was obviously intended for someone by the name of Sarah, she now knew for certain that her husband of twenty years was cheating on her. So, there were a few things she could do about it. Surely he would find out soon that he had texted her by accident and he would either beg for forgiveness or play dumb. Katelyn needed to come up with a plan of action before he was able to dictate the situation.

  She stood up from the edge of the bed and got ready for the day. Her two boys, Tucker and Jonah, were taken to school by their father. She knew that divorce was out of the question. They were still in their formative years and she didn’t want to throw a wrench into their childhoods. This is something that she and Dale would figure out and come to terms with.

  It wasn’t even a question of love anymore. When the twins were born, most of the love was lost. They had been warned about it, but couldn’t get back on track before the damage was done. When you bring a life into the world, it fully consumes you, and when you bring in two, things happen twice as fast. Katelyn and Dale lived on different cycles and passed like trains in the night. The damage was done.

  As she picked out her outfit, she tried to formulate how she was going to handle the cheating business. Sarah was obviously his secretary; they spent so much time together it made perfect sense. Not to mention she was in her twenties, had a tight body, perky tits, the whole package that a man in his mid-forties would be looking for. She wanted to get ahead in life as well, and there’s no faster way to do that than sleeping with your boss.

  Katelyn had almost gone after a few flings in their twenty-year marriage, but backed out at the last second because she was holding on to hope that Dale would find a way to pull her back into his life. She would need to find out how long this had been going on with the secretary; once she figured that out, she would decide the severity of the punishment. She knew she wanted him to stop going to her, but he would find someone else if it wasn’t her. At least she knew that Sarah wasn’t a real threat. Sarah didn’t want a family; she wouldn’t try to break them apart.

  However, it had been a long time for Katelyn since she had been with a man. That would be a part of the punishment. She would need to get something out of it. Not to mention, all she had was time on her hands and an empty house; it wouldn’t be difficult. She pulled her shirt over her head and let the soft fabric hang loosely on her breasts. They had begun to sag with age, but Victoria’s Secret was also her secret. It kept them looking youthful. She then tugged on a pair of tight black, leggings. She had Instagram, she knew the power of a good pair of leggings.

  Pulling out her phone, she dialed the number for her best friend and held the phone up to her ear. If there was anyone that could help her, it would be Meredith. She had made it to forty without getting married, or attached, to any man. That was exactly what Katelyn needed. The phone rang for a few moments, but after a click, a voice came through the phone.

  “Katelyn, what’s up, babe?” Katelyn made her way through the main foyer and began to walk down the stairs.

  “I’m thinking brunch at D
omingo’s? They’re the ones that open their bar for brunch, right?” Meredith laughed over the phone and Katelyn heard a man’s voice groggily ask who it was.

  “What’re we celebrating?” Meredith asked, but paused to tell the man to stop asking so many questions and continued. “Or is this sad drinking? I’m trying to cut back on my sad drinking. It always ends with me doing something I regret and the taste of Tequila on my tongue.”

  “I remember, the last time you slept in our pool. We’re celebrating the beginning of my new life, Mere. And I could use your help with getting it started right.” Katelyn could hear Meredith cheer through the phone and the man again angrily groaning about her being too loud.