“Damn. I can make you some tea?”
“Water is fine, babe,” Willow said with a small smile. He returned with a glass of iced water and sat next to her.
“Can we talk about something else important, then?”
Willow looked at him. “Sure. You okay?”
His smile shone with love as he took her hand. “Your heart is broken, and you want to make sure I’m okay. That’s why I love you.”
Willow’s eyes widened. Though she’d known the truth of his words, neither of them had said it. “I love you too, Cameron.”
“I knew you did.” He laughed, and she giggled. He could make her feel better without hardly trying. “So, with the baby coming soon…well, in several months, would you like to officially move in with me?”
With a louder laugh, she jumped up and threw her arms around him, spilling some of her water down his back. He jerked a little but didn’t release her when she apologized.
“So, are you saying yes, or did you mean to throw that water in my face rather than down my back?” he asked after pulling away from her.
“Of course it’s a yes. And you needed some cooling off,” she joked. “I would love to live with you, Cameron.”
“Then we’re moving you in this weekend.”
She wrapped her arms around her neck, after putting her drink down, and kissed him hard on the lips. The kiss quickly became heated, and their breaths panted in and out with the immediate desire they felt for each other.
“Cameron,” she murmured against his lips, and he was done.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her, their lips never parting, to the deck, her favorite place in his house. When he’d learned that, he’d bought a two-person lounge chair for her to relax on. He set her on her feet next to her and slowly began to undress her, refusing to let her help at all. After she was unclothed, he lay her down on the lounge chair and undressed himself, his eyes on hers.
Naked, he knelt and pulled her to the edge of the chair so her pussy was close to his face. He licked her from taint to clit, relishing the flavor that was solely her. She shivered as his warm tongue moved away and a cool breeze hit her intimate area. The sensation was tantalizing, and she squirmed with pleasure as she waited for more. He sucked her clit into his mouth and gently inserted two fingers inside her. She sighed with happiness as he filled her, and she moved her hips to join him in a rhythm they had created over the weeks they’d been together.
In and out, in and out, he moved his fingers slowly, driving her mad with the gradual building of her orgasm. Her hips thrust up faster, hoping his fingers would move more quickly as well, but he retained the same, slow, torturous pace. With a cry of frustration, Willow pushed on his hand, begging him to end her torture. Her mouth opened widely, and she moaned as the orgasm crashed into her with the power of a wave on a windy day.
Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and he loved the feeling. His cock begged to be inside, to feel the strength of her muscles, so he rose from his knees and shoved himself inside her. The orgasm returned with a vengeance, and she screamed his name as her pussy clenched even more tightly, holding him inside her.
After the orgasm had completely subsided, Willow reached up and pulled him down to her for a kiss. He pushed them onto the bed so he could lay on top of her. With their mouths glued together, Cameron began thrusting again, his cock moving in and out of her in their special rhythm. She wrapped her legs around his waist and exerted herself thrusting up to meet him.
“Willow, I love you,” he whispered in her ear as he trailed kisses along her jaw.
“I love you, Cameron,” she replied in a moan of pleasure.
His thrusts became harder and faster, and Willow bit her lip as she pushed up to meet him. He braced himself on his elbows and watched her face as the third orgasm blasted her. Her smile of pure pleasure, the sigh that carried his name from her lips, pushed him to the edge of oblivion, and as she cried out, he joined her in ecstasy.
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Happily Ever After?
Relationships will be tested, it's make or break time!
A hot new romance for adults brought to you by best selling author Cher Etan.
While to some Meaghan and Dean seem to be the perfect couple, at times to Meaghan it seemed they are star crossed lovers.
A couple who would be at the peak of love and perfection one day, only to have some issue or drama drag it down the next.
Being in the health industry while your partner is a billionaire was always bound to cause some issues, though who knew having your dream man could be this hard.
Deep down looking past the social differences and outside factors, Meaghan and Dean share a love like no other.
But can they get past all the outside BS and find their happily ever after?
Find out in this emotional yet sexy romance by best selling author Cher Etan.
Suitable for over 18s only due to sex scenes with a hunky billionaire extensively pleasuring his Nubian queen.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
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Chapter 1
“Guess who got tickets to the Furious 7 premiere!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“No!”
“Yeess.”
“Oh my God. Seriously? No!”
“Okay now we just sound like we’re having phone sex. We have to staahp. It's for this weekend so get Bain on the phone. I know you need to go shopping and shit.”
“Aww, Dean, you’re so sweet sometimes. You didn’t call him a name or nothin…”
Dean sighed, “I’m coming to accept that your gay best friend is always going to be in our lives and I need to accept it and look on the bright side Megs.”
“Which is…?”
“He could be your straight best friend…” Dean said and Meaghan laughed. The funny thing about her gay best friend Bain and her billionaire boyfriend Dean was that they ran in the same circles, their families had known each other all their lives…Dean and Bain had grown up with the same blue blood silver spoon in their mouths. She was the outsider…she was the scholarship kid who’d joined their high school and attracted Bain’s predilection for strays. They’d been best friends since. Her history with Dean had been more complicated. He had been joined at the hip to the blue blood equivalent of Regina George, Samantha Crawford, and she did not like the friendly attention Dean paid her. It got ugly fast and once the Dalton high school was behind them, Dean and Meaghan didn’t speak for ten years. When they did speak, it was completely by accident when Meaghan was the attending physician where Dean was brought after a skiing accident in Colorado. The whole thing was pure serendipity seeing as Meaghan was simply doing her locum there as she waited to join her internship program in New York City where she’d grown up. Her mother still lived in New York in the same Brooklyn trailer park where they’d moved after her father was killed by friendly fire in the Iraq war. He’d been an army medic and Meaghan had followed in his footsteps by going to medical school despite all the odds. A black girl being raised by a single parent rarely grew up to be a doctor where she came from. They were more likely to end up pregnant and stripping by the time they were eighteen…or worse.
It made Meaghan understand completely where Dean’s mother was coming from when she called her a gold digger and other things. Plus she had come between Dean and Samantha Crawford, who Popp
y Wesson wholeheartedly approved of as future daughter-in-law. Meaghan shrugged; it couldn’t be helped now…and Dean had tickets to Furious 7 which they’d been looking forward to with mixed feelings since Paul Walker died. Dean had met him at one or another of those mixed Hollywood/High Society functions and reported that he was as nice as advertised.
She picked up the phone to call Bain. Ever since their talk about Bain’s boyfriend Daniel and his inferiority complex when it came to fitting in Bain’s life, things had been a bit awkward between them. Bain felt attacked for something he had no control over and Meaghan had felt slightly misunderstood. They were trying to get over it, but things were still not as easy as they usually were.
“Hey darling. How are you?” Bain answered which was also something new. He was greeting her like she was his Straight Best Friend rather than the Partners in Crime they usually were.
“Hi babe, I have a problem,” she wailed trying to push them back into the former situation with every word she spoke.
“What problem?” Bain’s voice was a bit sharper, he was paying more attention now.
“Dean got tickets to the Furious 7 premier and-“
“Whaatt!! How?” Bain interrupted making her smile. That was more like it.
“I don’t know. Probably one of your blue blood friends or some shit. Anyway…I have I have nothing to wear.”
“Of course you have nothing to wear. How could you have something to wear? No one could have predicted this.”
“Exactly, so…?”
“Clear your schedule tomorrow. We are going to need all day.” Bain said.
Meaghan smiled with relief. Sure she had a hospital shift tomorrow night and ideally she should take the time during the day to sleep but it had been a minute since Bain tried to take over her life like this. She wasn’t about to put road blocks up. She would just sleep now and then she wouldn’t be so tired tomorrow. The clinic was quiet anyway; a lull maybe or the universe was just giving them a break. Meaghan glanced at the clock; it was eleven minutes to ten pm…definitely the lull before the storm. Meaghan put her head in her hands and closed her eyes. The nurse would wake her if there was a patient.
*****
Dean hung up on Meaghan and looked around his apartment wondering if he should go to bed or out. When Meaghan was on night shift she rarely came around since she was at work at night and he was at work during the day. All the more reason why they should move in together; at least they could meet as they passed each other in the hall in the mornings and evenings.
But Meaghan wanted to talk it over with her mother first, and she wanted to try and be on better terms with Dean’s mother first and blah blah blah and more excuses and Dean was sick of it. His mother wouldn’t ever accept Meaghan; it was not in her DNA. Dean had accepted that; he didn’t see why Meaghan couldn’t. It wasn’t like he was holding it over her head or anything. Lots of significant others didn’t get along with their partner’s parents. It didn’t have to be make or break for the relationship to go forward. But Meaghan didn’t see it like that. She had been brought up to value family above all else and she wasn’t in favor of coming between his. Dean could relate…he’d been brought up with value family too. His concept of how to do that was just a bit different than Meaghan’s.
Dean snorted. “Maybe I should just get her pregnant,” he mused as he went with option A which was go to bed. His friends were beyond amused by the turn of events in his relationship. It was usually Dean running away from commitment and being chased down like an antelope surrounded by lions. This time though he was a lion in the grass, stalking that zebra like his life depended on it. It made Dean chafe with discomfort. But short of doing a lobotomy on Meaghan or something, he didn’t see how to change how things were. She was a strong independent black woman and he was her slave if he did say so himself. And he was not even ashamed of it.
Dean’s green eyes fell on the picture on his bedside table as he flipped his jet black hair away from his eyes and crossed his long legs on the bed. He picked it up, studying it with a smile. It was Meaghan on her first day on the job, dressed in her power color; purple, looking confident and carefree unless one looked closely into her eyes. Then one could see the fear there; fear of failure or success…whatever it was normal people were afraid of on their first day on the job. She was smiling though, and her one dimple was showing on her smooth soft warm chocolate complexion. Long black hair held in a pony tail on the top of her head with the tied hair in an explosive pouf. Her big brown eyes were slanted at the corners and her cheekbones were so sharp she could probably cut glass with them. Her and her cupid’s bow mouth took him back, all the way to high school.
“Whoever said black don’t crack must have been talking about you my dear,” he said to the picture. For sure she didn’t look a day older than their high school days. Dean on the other hand felt like an old man some days. The joys of running a multi billion dollar company he guessed. He put the picture back down gently and lay down, staring at it as sleep came over him. He smiled to think how excited she’d been about the premier. The Fast movies were their thing that they did; one thing that he and Meaghan had that she and Bain did not. Dean fought to get rid of the frown on his face as he thought of the man. He couldn’t help it; Bain was Dean’s chief competition for Meaghan’s affections and Dean was just not here for it, even if Bain was gay.
It had always seemed to him that Bain got away with everything because of his status as different. While Dean had to toe the line and fulfill all expectations. It just wasn’t fair and he knew it wasn’t Bain’s fault. Well…not all of it anyway, but he still couldn’t help resenting the man for it. His close knit with Meaghan was just the icing on the cake of his hatred. Sleep bore him away as his forehead was still creased, thinking about it.
*****
Bain hung up with Meaghan and threw his head back, mouth open in a silent scream. He was in the strip club, private area, where his boyfriend Daniel was hard at work blowing him. He had come just to watch the floor show because Daniel was poetry in motion up there, but then afterwards Danny had grabbed his hand and led him back here, falling on his knees before Bain could say so much as a word.
Since his talk with Megs he’d wondered every time Daniel went down on his knees for him or bent over to let Bain fuck him if he was doing it out of desire or obligation. It was no way to live…but he couldn’t seem to just find the words to ask. It was true…their relationship was uneven; Bain was rich, Danny was living with him rent free; he took Danny to fabulous places and bought him fabulous things. It didn’t mean he had expectations that Danny would service him at the drop of a hat. He could see how Danny would think that; he was a stripper after all. He was probably used to guys having such expectations of him. But Bain was not that kind of guy and he was kind of insulted that Danny…and Megs would even deign to think he was. He didn’t have the words to say so though, so he low key sulked and let Danny get on with it. After all, he was very good at what he did.
Danny pulled away just as Bain was about to come and pumped him through it. He had a tissue ready for when Bain blew his load and then tucked him neatly away as if he was the world’s sexiest valet. Bain ran his hands affectionately through Danny’s long blonde locks.
“Thank you,” he said softly. “What was that for?”
Danny shrugged, eyes cast down as he straightened Bain’s pants, “I just caught sight of you watching me during the show and you looked like you were really awe struck. It kind of turned me on.”
“Yeah?” Bain said with a smile. “Want me to return the favor?”
Danny looked up at him and smiled, “Sure. But not here. I got about an hour to finish up then we can go home. Can you wait?”
“Do fairies love Liza Minelli?” Bain replied.
Danny’s smile widened and deepened with affection as he leaned up to give Bain a kiss. His gray eyes sparkled with something, Bain didn’t know what, but he liked it.
“See you soon,” he whispered as
he stood up to go. He signaled to the waiter to bring Bain some champagne and hors d’ouvres. This was a high class joint after all, and Bain was in the VIP section.
*****
Meaghan dragged her sorry ass home in the morning. There had been an accident in Brownsville and the ambulance had some trouble getting on the scene. Which meant that patients were brought in, in much more serious condition than they otherwise needed to be in. Two were in critical condition and Meaghan had spent two solid nonstop hours trying to get them stable. She had her own place but she wanted to pass by her mother’s and speak to her before she left for work.
One of the patients had died on the table and Meaghan was feeling it; she needed her mother, who was a nurse, to walk her through the pain of losing her first patient. Tell her how to get over it and be alright. She drew up at the trailer park just as Mr. Henley was opening his garage. She waved to him and he waved back with a delighted smile, motioning for her to come in but she shook her head. She could see that the lights were still on in her mother’s home; she tended to wake up before it was light out so she used artificial light until she left for work. Meaghan walked up to the door and knocked.
“Meaghan,” her mother said as she opened the door.
“Mama,” Meaghan replied and stepped forward to hug her mother.
Amanda Leonard pulled her daughter into the house and shut the door. She knew that look on Meaghan’s face. She’d seen it many times on her husband’s. Something had gone terribly wrong at work and she was in need of succor.
“Tell me all about it,” she said soothingly seating Meaghan down and placing a cup of coffee in front of her.
“I don’t want to delay you,” Meaghan protested weakly.
“Stuff and nonsense. I’m head nurse now. If I can’t be late once every blue moon I don’t know what the world is coming to.”
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