by Eva Andrews
Embarrassed that I admitted how jealous I was, I threw up my hands, and tried to walk out of the kitchen, “You know what? This is just fucking stupid. I can’t do this.”
Snagging my wrist as I threw me hands in the air, he pulled me close, “You don’t get it, do you? I don’t care if she wants me, or if a million other girls are kneeling before me, begging me to fuck them. You are the only one I see. You are the only one that gets to kiss me, and you are the only one that gets to fuck me. You are the only one I have ever taken on my yacht. You are the only want I want falling asleep in my arms. You are the only one I’ve ever taken to my parents’ gala, ever. Now tell me Shay, you are one bloody brilliant woman…tell me, what the fuck does that mean to you?”
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and exhaled, “It means I’m special to you.”
“Fucking damn right Shayne. I introduced you as my girlfriend, because the word date wasn’t a good enough description for you. You were more than my date, I wanted people to know how I felt about you. I’m sorry I didn’t ask beforehand. I care about you in a way I’ve never cared about anyone else before, and it fucking killed me when you left tonight without a word.”
My defenses went down, just like that.
Opening my eyes, “Cameron, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Closing the distance between us, he pinned me against the counter, “Do you want me to ask you? Is that it? Fine. Will you please be my girlfriend Shay, say yes?”
“We both travel so much…”
Putting a finger against my lips. He shook his head, his blue eyes bore into mine.
“Stop. You can find a thousand excuses of why not to do this, and I can find a thousand reasons why we should. The answer is yes or no, your call Shay.”
“Cam, I’m not sure I’m ready.”
“Fuck yes you are Shayne. Yes or No?”
“I’m plagued with insecurities; I jump to conclusions and can be irrational.”
“Stop trying to scare me away Shay, it won’t work. It’ll be my job to give you what you need- even if it is irrational. I didn’t think I’d need anyone, I never saw what the fuss was about. I was perfectly content working 60 hours a week+ and coming home alone. Now that I’ve had a taste of what it feels like to fall asleep next to you, to wake up next to you…to see you sitting on the bow of my ship. You brought me back to life Shayne. I was gone for three days and I went mad not seeing you. I need you Shay, I need to have that title, I need to know your 100% mine, and I’m 100% yours…I want others to know that too.”
“I want you.”
“Oh, that I know. What I want to know is if you want me as your boyfriend? I refuse to share you, so we are going to have to settle this. So, come on darling, will you please be my girlfriend?”
Smiling, “Yes.”
“Thank God!” He said, kissing my neck, “Come on, you’re coming home with me.”
“Oh, I get to see your house finally?”
“Yes Ma’am, come on I can’t wait to get you out of that fucking dress.”
Holding hands with him, we walked out the back to the courtyard.
“Where are we going?”
“Secret door,” He said, pulling back on an ivy-covered door that connected our two yards. I had no idea it was there; the ivy was so thick it hid it so well.
Walking into his yard, I marveled at how beautiful it was. A coy pond and lush grass covered his back yard, followed by a large covered deck. Hearing Max bark, the fluffy guy came out to greet us as we walked up to the house.
“Now you have me here Cam, what are you going to do with me?”
“I’m going to show you how much I missed you this week, and how much you turned me on tonight. You are finally mine, and I’m never going to let you go.”
Following him inside, the house was dark. Walking upstairs with him, his place smelled like him. His place was so uniquely him, bold and eclectic. Lush furniture and exposed brick covered with enough art to make me feel like I was the Louvre.
The place was an amplified personification of Cameron. It felt incredibly intimate being inside his home. It made me feel special, he made me feel special. Sure, I had been on his yacht, and at his family’s home, but this space was all him.
Swinging me into his room, he shut the door and pulled me close.
Running my hands into his tux coat, I shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and tossed it on the chair by his walk-in closet. Slowly untying his bowtie as I pressed my tits into his rock-hard chest.
“You missed me?” I asked, as I grazed his skin with my teeth. I couldn’t help but grin as I heard him hiss. Sliding off his bowtie, and tossed it over my shoulder.
“Woman, I’ve missed you since the moment I deployed.”
My fingers worked on this shirt buttons as his hands slipped over my ass and squeezed. God, I loved when he squeezed my ass. Feeling him kiss the tops of my breasts I struggled to breathe as he pinned me against the wall.
Spinning me around, he pressed my chest into the wall and kissed my shoulder. Moaning, I rolled my ass against his cock, “Cameron, I need you.” I gasped in sweet torture as he slowly unzipped my dress. His hands caressed my body as he worked the tight dress over my hips and into a pool of fabric on his floor.
Feeling his arm wrap around my waist, he suddenly picked me up, swinging me out of the folds of my dress, my black heels still on. My white lace strapless bra and matching panties gleamed in the darkness as he carried me across the room.
“God you never disappoint. White, oh fuck yes. My little innocent Shay,” he whispered, as he laid me on the bed.
Kissing my ankles, he spread my legs slowly and teased his way up the insides of my sensitive legs. Kissing, touching, licking until he nestled his face against my lace thong.
“You’re so wet Shay, God you don’t know how many times I wanted to fuck you at my parents’ house. I almost snuck you off to my old room,” he whispered against my pussy as he slid my panties to the side.
The anticipation of his mouth on my sex again was electric, I had been dreaming of this all week.
“You can have me anywhere you want me.” I moaned, desperate for him to be inside of me, consuming me.
“Oh I’m going to, all fucking night long Shay. Buckle up baby, I’m not sure you’re going to be able to walk tomorrow.”
Grinning, my face quickly changed as he dove in with his tongue, and rubbed my clit with this fingers. Sucking on me, licking my tender folds he had me arching off his king size bed. Moaning his name, I grasped at the sheets as he rolled me into my first orgasm.
“Yes Cam…. oh, God that feels so good, I love it when you lick my pussy. Fuck yes!” Reaching down, I grabbed a fist full of his hair and pulled as I lifted my hips into his face, coming hard.
“God I love when you talk dirty Shay,” whispered against my thigh, playfully biting me as he gripped his cock and gave it a few pumps
Grinning, “You do? Well I’ll just have to get more creative with you then.”
Rolling off the bed, I felt him watch me as I tiptoed into his closet and came out with one of his ties, “On your back Mr. Carmichael.”
Eyeing me with curiosity, he did as requested and laid back. His big cock standing at attention.
“Hands up, grab your headboard if you please. I’m going to fuck my boyfriend until he passes out.” I requested, crawling onto the bed with him. Taking time to kiss his sculpted arms and chest.
“Be careful what you ask for Shay.”
“Oh I know exactly what I’m asking for.” Tying his hands to the headboard, I secured the tie. Knowing there was no way he was going to get out of my trap.
“So now that you're mine Mr. Carmichael, what am I going to do with you?” I whispered, slowly teasing him with my tits as I rubbed my body against his. This man had consumed me; he had touched a part of my heart I thought was closed off. He made me wonder, wonder what could be between us.
I didn’t care about his money or his company, I didn�
��t care about any of that shit. I liked the man who liked to scoop me up in his arms and fucks me like he’s going to die without it. I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him. I needed him to need me, to feel like his heart would get ripped out of his chest if I wasn’t his- because that is how I’d feel.
Kissing his jaw, I straddled him and rubbed my wet pussy up and down the length of his cock as he growled. Unable to touch me, I had him in my complete control. Teasing him, I slowly dipped down and then came right back up.
“Jesus Shay.” He hissed as he pulled against his restraints.
Grinning mischievously, I caught the end of his dick with my greedy lips and nudged just the tip inside, “Does my boyfriend like that?”
His eyes snapped open at the word boyfriend, and flexed his hips, diving deeper into me than I was ready for. Gasping for air, and trying to regain control
“Your boyfriend fucking loves your pussy, mmm Shay, I’m going to keep you forever.”
Arching back, I bit my lip as I slowly sunk down onto him.
My head spun. Cameron Carmichael was my fucking boyfriend. I was dating him. Holy fuck. Looking down at his ripped chest as he flexed underneath me, I rolled my hips and gave him a little show as I took my fill of him.
“I can’t believe your mine.” I moaned as he flexed underneath me.
“Only yours Shayne, you are the only one for me.”
I knew a man like Cameron wouldn’t like being tied up, unable to touch me, and that is exactly what I wanted. I wanted him to hand over control to me, let me have a bit of control for once. My boyfriend had complete control of everything in his life, he could give me a few moments of total control before he had to take over.
“Untie me Shay.” He demanded, his blue eyes smoldered as my pussy clenched up. Smiling, I arched my tits out and sunk deeper onto him as I hit the perfect spot.
Shaking my head, “Not. Yet.” I said, coming hard with each word. Grabbing my own breasts, I arched back and shook with pleasure. Grinding him hard, my orgasm pulsed through my body so hard I knew he felt my body squeezing him like a vise.
“Shayne, fucking untie me.”
The crispness of his words snapped me back to reality, leaning forward with him still inside me I grabbed the edge of my knot and pulled. His hands were free instantly, and then buried into my hair as he rolled us over and kept fucking me- hard.
“Cam.” I moaned, his rhythm left me breathless, needy. “Oh fuck yes, you’re so fucking big.” I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to his size. There was no comparison to the men I had been with in the past. Shit, he could put a porn star to shame. Nine inches, easily.
“Do you like it when I fuck your tight little cunt Shay? It fucking tastes so good, mmm, even better when I slip into it like this, and you clench up.”
“Fuck, I’m going to come again.” I moaned against his lips, digging my nails into his back as he fucked me hard. God, I loved it when he got rough with me. I knew he’d never hurt me, sure, I’d be sore as fuck tomorrow, but never real pain.
“That’s it baby, come on my cock. Clench up that tight little pussy and come for me. You are so perfect, so fucking perfect.” He urged, pushing me over the edge, exploding all over his dick as my greedy pussy milked his cock.
Not even giving me a moment’s rest, he flipped me over and lifted my hips, this time, he decided to rip my pretty white thong off in one snap. Nudging my legs apart he ran his thumb over my slit and buried himself deep. Screaming in delight, I moaned as he gripped my ass and fucked me from behind. It was one of my favorite positions, and holy fuck, Cameron was a fucking god.
Burying his hand in my hair, he pulled hard as he pounded into me.
“My girlfriend is a fucking goddess.” He declared, fucking me so deep I lost my breath.
Grabbing at the bed, “Cameron, yes! Oh god, don’t stop!” I cried, closing my legs, tightening down on him and squeezing tight.
“Oh fuck baby.” He hissed, his hand dug into my ass as he slammed into me.
Grinning into the bed I felt him blow his load inside me, every last fucking drop as I soaked up the feeling of having Cameron Carmichael as my own personal sex slave. Holy Fuck, he was mine.
Chapter 6
Cameron
Waking up Sunday morning to the feel of Shayne’s naked body pressed to mine was one of the most rewarding and intoxicating sensations of my life.
Since Friday night, I hadn’t let her out of my sight. After waking up at my place Saturday morning, I whisked her away another weekend cruise. For the first time in my life I was in a real relationship, and I wanted this to work more than anything in the world.
While I was away this week, I realized if I wanted to keep Shayne I had to stop working seventy-hour work weeks. No one wanted to be dating a person they never saw, and I needed time with Shayne. I had gone eleven years without her, and I was going to make up for lost time.
Before our arrival to the marina Saturday morning, I made sure the yacht had been stocked with everything we needed to make it our weekend home, and for two days, it was just my beautiful girlfriend and I in the Gulf of Mexico.
Although we had to head back to marina soon so we could join my parents for dinner, I wanted to soak up the last private moments I had with her.
Laying in my bedroom, she slept on my chest as I played with her hair. I wasn’t sure how long I had been awake, simply listening to her peaceful breathing, but I wasn’t ready to stop.
God, I had fallen for her. How it happened? Who knew? It just happened. Friday night, when I went to introduce Shayne for the first time, I hadn’t had the foresight to think what I’d introducer her as. When I called her my girlfriend, she hadn’t corrected me- which gave me hope.
Then, later Friday night she officially became my first serious girlfriend since college. This shit was serious for me; I didn’t just have girlfriends. My family and close friends knew the implications of me putting a label on our relationship, it meant this was it for me. Shit, if I could have introduced her as my fiancé without her having a heart attack, I would have.
Shayne was special to me, she made everything in my life come to color. The life I had been living before her, now seemed dull and boring. I had gotten a taste of her eleven years ago, and now that I had her back in my life, I was never going to let her go.
Brushing my lips over the top of her shoulder I wonder what she’d say to moving in with me. I knew she’s shoot it down, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t try.
Yeah, to some people it probably felt incredibly fast, for me it didn’t feel fast enough. I wanted Shayne protected, the higher the title, the more protection I could offer her. Girlfriend, fiancée and eventually my wife and mother of my children.
Yup, that was the track she was on, but I was clever enough not to tell her, yet.
She’d freak the fuck out and try to scramble backwards. Commitment scared her, hell, it scared me too.
Hitting the music, the birds and sun called out as I focused on waking up my beauty with some sleepy Sunday sex, she had become my favorite vice.
Rolling over her I ran the crown of my dick against her slick folds until I felt her leg raise up over my hip, and her nails scratch across my back.
“Morning Dr. Montgomery.” I said as I nuzzled one of her erect nipples, sucking it into my mouth as I pressed forward, teasing her awake.
Stretching below me, her green eyes sparkled as she wrapped her legs around my waist and arched her breasts into me, “Mr. Carmichael, always a pleasure.”
Diving into her, I laid siege. Getting my timing right, I waited until I had her screaming in pleasure from her third orgasm before I asked.
“Move in with me Shay.”
Moaning my name, her eyes flutter as she tried to comprehend what I had just asked her mid-sex. Pulling her close I slowed things down, with slow lazy kisses I worked her body as I nuzzled into her, “Move in with me.”
“Cam!” She gasped, clutching onto me as I worked her g-sp
ot.
“It’s too soon.” She tried to argue, her body in pure pleasure mode.
Lifting her out of the bed, I carried her into our shower and turned on the eight heads as I pinned her against the wall, moving inside her.
“I want to go to bed with you every night, and wake up with you every morning- just like this Shay.”
“Oh so good,” she moaned, arching into me.
“Come on baby, say yes.” I urged, knowing I had a chance.
Biting my lip, she hissed at me, “Don’t make me answer right now Cameron, you know I can’t say no when you’re inside me.”
“Fine.” I said, a little hurt she didn’t immediately jump at the idea. Sitting her down on her feet, I spun her around and bent her over. Not even giving her a moment to prepare, I shoved my cock back in her and rocked her off her feet until she screamed my name in pleasure again.
The rest of our sunny Sunday afternoon went quickly, seeing how I stunned her into silence for the rest of the day. After getting home and changing, we headed to my parents for family dinner.
Although she was talking again, I could see my question had severely freaked her out. Thankfully my Aunt Cecilia had stopped over for family dinner and brought her adorable six-month-old granddaughter with her. My cousin Tara and her husband were on a work trip, so my Aunt CC was babysitting sweet baby Isabelle until Thursday.
The distraction of a baby caused all the women to promptly lose their shit, including Shayne. They passed baby Isabelle around and snuggled with her the entire night. One woman would hold onto her, and then eventually pass her down to the next set of waiting arms.
What rocked me was watching Shayne holding my cousin’s baby, she was a natural. Baby Isabelle preferred Shay over the other ladies, even her own grandmother. It was hard to not imagine my child in her arms. What color hair would our babies have? My dark hair, or her strawberry blonde hair?
