A Change for the Good

by Melanie Jayne

  Tony knew that he had to admit his mistake. “Listen, I fucked up last night and I apologize for it. Things got out of control and I didn’t know how to stop it.”

  “It’s fine,” Zoe answered avoiding his eyes.

  “Zoe, don’t do the silent thing. I know you are pissed. I want to talk about this so we are clear and it won’t happen again.” His voice sharpened.

  Zoe squared her shoulders and let out an audible sigh. “Okay, since you asked, your good friend, Jenny, was fuckin’ rude. She obviously blamed me for your getting shot. Then she froze me out when I made it clear that I wasn’t going to discuss our relationship with her. She made me feel like I didn’t matter. Wyatt tried a few times to include me, but he got no support from you. So pardon me if I am a little pissed. It made me feel unwanted.”

  She held up her hand to stop him from interjecting. “I’ve had a lifetime where my feelings were ignored, and I’ll be damned if it is going to happen again.” She stomped to the front door.

  Tony followed her, his movements a little slow and stiff. She waited for Tony to unlock the door. He could feel the waves of anger rolling off her.

  He motioned her inside and after securing the deadbolt he turned and unleashed. “I was an ass during Wyatt and Jenny’s visit, I admit it. I should have stopped the talk about the other women, but YOU wouldn’t admit that we are together. In fact you wouldn’t even comment. All’s you had to do was say that ‘we are together’. Damn it Zoe, that killed me. It still hurts today.”

  “Fuck you if that’s what you think. I’ve given you everything.” Her temper showing as she dropped the overnight bag and started taking off her coat. “If you want us to be together so much, why did you push me out the door and set yourself up to die for me? You son of a bitch! Nate shot you. You could have died. I was terrified for you and you pushed me away. I didn’t know if you were hurt or dead.”

  “I promised that I would keep you safe and I did.” His voice was ice cold.

  “You could have died!” she screamed into his face. “Do you know what that would have done to me? Do you?” Their chests were heaving in anger, toe to toe, faces an inch apart. “It would have killed me.”

  Tony glared at her for a few beats then roughly grabbed her head and pulled her in for a vicious kiss. Tongues wrestled for supremacy as she pulled off his jacket. He was instantly frustrated by the buttons on the front of her blouse. Grabbing the collar, he used his strength to tear it downward.

  They both had been holding onto so many emotions, their release would be explosive.

  Tony stepped back and pushed her against the front door. “Strip now,” he ordered. Clothes were pulled and what didn’t come off easily was torn.

  He had Zoe plastered against the wood kissing her, kneading her flesh. She ran her nails along the crease of his ass. He inserted two fingers into her hot pussy while his thumb traced her clit as she pumped her hips uncontrollably. He swung them in a half circle and walked the few steps to the sofa. He pushed Zoe face down over the arm, and she landed roughly with an “oomph” escaping her lips. She then made a thrashing attempt to stand. He slapped her ass twice then laid his forearm across her shoulders to hold her in place.

  “Fuck me? No, Zoe. I am going to fuck you. I am crazy in love with you. I could never live with myself if anything happened to you. You make me act like an animal, I want you so bad. You are mine and I want everyone to know it. I’m going to fuck you until you say it out loud,” he rasped into her ear as his torso covered her back.

  He pulled her hips back then thrust his thigh between her legs to force them apart. Slapping her ass again, he admired the redness from his hand on her pale skin. He grabbed his cock and aligned it with her entrance and slammed home with a force that pounded Zoe into the arm of the sofa and lifted her off her feet. Tony set the pace, fast and hard. Sweat formed on his body as he relentlessly pounded into Zoe. He reached around to palm her breasts. “Say it, Zoe. Say it, goddamn it,” he demanded, as he pinched her nipple.

  “Fuck you,“ she retorted. However, he noticed she was pushing her hips back to meet his stroke.

  “No baby, I am fucking you.” Tony reached under his cock and gathered some of her juices and coated his index finger. He then let that finger travel along her ass crack, circling her sensitive hole. “Now, Zoe,” he growled low and guttural.

  She didn’t respond with words but a moan escaped. Tony pushed his wet finger through the ring of muscle at the opening of her anus. Zoe screamed his name and came, her body tightening around him. He continued pumping his finger in a counter-rhythm to his hips. He was close so close. He could feel his balls begging to explode. “Last chance, Zoe,” he warned.

  “I’m yours, okay. God, I belong to you, Tony. I do.” She sobbed as they came together.

  Minutes passed before he straightened. Tomorrow they would both be sore from this round of wild sex. His side was burning but he ignored it. Briefly he felt a pang of regret for his treatment of the woman he loved but it was overshadowed by the feeling of pure male possession. She had said it, admittedly under duress, but the words were spoken. He wouldn’t let her take them back. He kissed her shoulder and helped her stand.

  ****

  It was late morning when Zoe woke alone in the large bed. Tony was up and out of the cabin early and that had to be a sign that he didn’t want to face her. Being unsure of how things stood between them was unacceptable. She made her first cup of coffee hoping it would help her figure out what she wanted to do.

  She walked to the phone and dialed Anna’s number. “This is Anna, leave a message and try not to be too boring, darling.”

  Wait a minute. I don’t want to discuss our relationship with anyone, but Tony. “Hey it’s Zoe. We are back at the cabin. Tony was released yesterday and he’s going to be fine. The police found enough evidence on Nate’s computer to arrest his accomplices, so it’s over. I’ll call in a few days.”

  She made toast and started to eat it slowly. I need to work this out on my own. She glanced at the mammoth tub, a good soak will help me figure out what to do.

  Surrounded by the soothing hot water, she listed her concerns. The biggest was her feelings for Tony. “I love him.” There, saying it out loud felt pretty damn good. I know he loves me. “I want to be with him,” again hearing the words aloud helped her. I want a relationship with him and if there are doubters then fuck them. Now onto the next, the intensity of the sex last night. The passionate episode had both frightened and thrilled her. She was sore from his cock pounding into her and she had burns on her arms and hips from the sofa. She wanted to tell him how hot it was when he lost control. She had never come so hard. She continued working through the list, solving each concern easily.

  “It’s time to be brave,” her voice loud in the cabin’s large open space. He loves me. He doesn’t want to control me, well except in bed. That thought caused a flutter in her stomach and spread lower. He respects me and shows it by asking me for my thoughts. When he is issuing orders he explains so I can understand why he feels like he needs to be the decision maker. “We can make this work. Dammit, I want the chance to try.”

  Zoe threw on a pair of yoga pants, her wooly boots, and zipped her hoodie in preparation to go outside. I have to find him while I have the courage. She walked out the kitchen door and rounded the side to the front of the house. Tony was sitting in a rocker on the front porch, his sweatshirt dirty from chores and his hair was loose.

  “Hey.” She walked up the steps. “I’ve been looking for you,” her voice sounded low and sexy.

  He watched her approach with a measuring look. “Is that right?”

  She walked to him and straddled his knees, sitting on his lap, facing him eye to eye. “I need to talk to you.”

  “You do?” He continued to watch her, his eyes measuring. However, his arm circled her waist.

  “Yeah, I do.” She let her emotions show. No shielding or dropping her eyes. “I liked last night a lot. It clarified some
things for me.” She ran her hand down his chest. “I love it when you fuck me so hard that I don’t feel like I can get any air because your cock is wedged in my chest.” She could feel him growing hard. “You own me.”

  “I didn’t scare you?” His eyes searched hers for a lie.

  “No, in fact I would like you inside of me right now.” Not breaking eye contact, she stood, and pushed her yoga pants below her hips. She bent over to push her pant off over her boots and stepped out of them, she stood before her man. She could feel her arousal wetting her thigh as she waited for his move.

  His eyes lowered then rose slowly, caressing her full curves. His hand reached for her hip, gently tracing the bruises showing blue and green against her alabaster skin. “Does it bother you that I put bruises on you?”

  “No, I like carrying your marks,” she whispered.

  The moment held an electrical charge. Tony stood and unbuttoned his jeans, she could hear the zipper lower. “I think we had better go slow and easy. I’m a little beat up today.”

  “Slow and easy, it is,” she willingly agreed. “Whatever you want.”

  His mouth covered hers, as he positioned her back against his front door. The cold of the wood stunned her momentarily until she felt his hand urging her leg to loop around his good hip. His cock was waiting impatiently at her entrance. She used her hand to guide him home. Deeply seated, he kissed her tenderly. In and out, keeping his thrusts gentle.

  Her hands snaked to his ass and she applied her nails. “More,” she said. He continued at his unhurried pace. Zoe used the leg wrapped around his good hip to grind her heel into his thigh urging him on, her hips were pumping trying to set the pace. “More, Tony, more,” she demanded breathlessly. That shattered his control as he began to pump harder, shifting her thigh higher on his hip for a better angle. His mouth on hers, moving to her cheek and neck, whatever he could reach. She could hear their bodies slapping against one another’s. Zoe’s nails dug into his back as her orgasm built.

  “So close, Zoe, so close,” Tony whispered.

  “Now. God yes,” she yelled and he followed her over.

  Tony rested his sweat slickened forehead against Zoe’s. She slid her leg down to balance herself and made a sexy moan as his cock slowly eased from her body. They stayed propped against the front door, holding one another.

  “Get dressed, babe, before you turn blue.” He stepped away clumsily grabbing her clothes and handing them to her.

  Zoe slowly shimmied into her pants. Tony adjusted his cock back into his jeans and returned to his rocker. She dropped into the other rocker and curled her feet under her. She turned her body to face him.

  Minutes passed and he appeared to be lost in thought.

  Zoe cleared her throat and met his eyes. “So I’ve been thinking…I know that you love working on this place, but to make it livable full-time as soon as possible, I think we should hire a crew to start the renovation work on our home.“

  Tony shot to his feet with an expression that was equal parts hopeful and surprised. He stood facing Zoe’s chair with his chest heaving. “What the fuck are you saying, Zoe?”

  “I’m saying that I want to be with you, Tony. I want to share my life with you. I love you.”

  He pulled her into his arms kissing her deeply. With a laugh he spoke. “That sounds so good to me. I love you, too.”

  And They Lived Happily.

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  Anticipated Release January 2016

  You Only

  (A Cameron Farms Romance)

  Book 1

  Fifteen Years Ago

  Hale Cameron looked around the small apartment slowly, trying to memorize every nook and cranny, It was Finn’s apartment, she just stayed there, at first, she rarely visited his place, it wasn’t proper behavior in their small town a for the town princess to visit a single man’s home. After their engagement, she was there almost every night but as the preparations for the Glass trial took more and more of Finn’s time, she stayed over less and less.

  “Honey, the clock’s ticking. What’s left to do?” Joe Cameron asked his only child.

  “Everything’s packed and loaded. I think we are done here.” Hale replied as she circled the living room, touching a book on one of the shelves

  “I thought there would be more of your stuff here.” Jasmine looked like she wanted to make a run for the door.

  Hale focused on Jasmine Wayne Benton, they had been best friends since they were infants. “You can go. Thanks for your help. I know this puts you in a tough position.”

  Jasmine took a deep breath as she approached Hale. “I just want you to be happy. I wish that you didn’t have to leave. You could stay, maybe you and Finn could work things out. I don’t want you to leave.”

  Hale hugged her friend. “I do, Jazz. I need to be away from this town, I need to figure out who I am and I can’t do it here.”

  “I would help you.”

  “I know you would, but I need to do this on my own.”

  “I wish you would wait and talk to Finn. What time is he supposed to get back?”

  “The interview with Channel 8 News is being taped at three and then he has to meet with a reporter from the Indianapolis Star. He will be tied up for hours. He might not even miss me until tomorrow.”

  “He should never have taken on the job of representing Doug Glass.”

  “That was just a part of our problems. The Glass case will make his career. He is a media star for winning the case. You know that is very important to him.”

  Jasmine pulled Hale’s left hand into hers and gently rubbed the now unadorned ring finger. “He loves you. This is going to kill him.”

  “I tried and tried to tell him that I was unhappy. He was either too busy to talk, or told me that I should be happy that he treated like a princess,” bitterness crept into her tone. “I don’t want to be that kind of woman.”

  “You mean like me?” Jasmine turned defensive.

  “No not like you. You are doing what you want, right? You love Izzy. You are going to graduate and teach kids. Then you will have some of your own and run the PTA and be a great mom. Finn’s plan for me is to enjoy our engagement, be pretty, smile and attend dinners, then after we marry, stay at home and join charity committees. I would be his accessory. That isn’t me, I want to be a partner, and I want my voice to be heard. I need to find out who I am so I can have a voice.”

  “Can’t the two of you work this out?”

  “Finn wants to give that life to his wife. I don’t want that life. These past months have been miserable, I can’t live like this.”

  Jasmine started to speak but Hale cut her off, “I am going to miss you, but I have to go somewhere that my family’s name means nothing. Someplace where I’m not judged by my mama’s actions or my daddy’s money. I can’t get that here. Plus, the only person that can fix me is me.”

  Hale kissed Jasmine’s cheek and gave her one last hug, she watched her best friend walk to the door and leave. She then turned to her father.

  Joseph Cameron had been very quiet during the girls’ goodbye. “You want a few minutes alone?”

  Hale’s heart swelled with love for her dad. He understood her. She nodded.

  “I’ll be down in the truck.” He patted her shoulder as he passed.

  Hale waited for the door’s lock to catch. She was alone with Finn’s things. She walked to the bedroom doorway and stared at the bed. There had been many good times with Finn. He was a good man, handsome, ambitious and hard working. In the beginning, she had tried not to fall in love with the young attorney. She was enjoying the summer of her twentieth year, the only
child of the two prominent families. She worked part-time for the local accountant but she spent her summer, hanging out with Jasmine or on the farm.

  Finn had pursued her and soon they were a couple. An import from California by way of Northwestern Law, who was reputed to be smart and driven. He was handsome with dark blonde hair with pale highlights, a well-muscled body that was just this side of husky. He was a man’s man, he would run every morning and help out with hay baling after work.

  Hale was flattered that he was interested, She and her best friend were going to marry the next generation of powerful men in Whitleysburg, She had been satisfied with that dream for a while, too satisfied.

  She wiped the tears that were running down her cheeks. She walked to the breakfast bar that separated the kitchen from the living room, she rested her elbows on the counter. She had spent countless hours trying to pinpoint when the relationship had started to sour. It was easy to blame the Glass case. She had asked Finn not to represent Doug Glass. It had hurt when he ignored her wish and signed on as the lead attorney for the defense.

  She pictured Finn standing in the kitchen, still dressed in his navy suit with the burgundy tie she had given him, explaining his reasons for taking the case. “Honey, everybody deserves the best counsel that they can buy. I can win this case and then nothing can stop me in this town. I’m doing this for us.”

  The resentment burned deep in her belly, no he did it for him. He knew that she thought of Mary Jo Glass as a second mother, No matter what story Finn had used to convince the jury, Hale knew that Doug Glass helped his wife fall down the stairs. Drunk or not, he knew what could happen when you got physical on a steep stairway. The couple had argued after Mary Jo had announced her intent to divorce Doug.

  Mary Jo Glass had taken an interest in Hale soon after her mother committed suicide, she stepped in and helped shepherd Hale through her teen years. If Hale had read the signals correctly, Mary Jo and Joe had feelings for one another. Doug Glass took a wonderful woman from the world and from the Cameron family’s life.