by Megan Slayer
“Maybe he likes his house.” Anissa straightened her spine. “Maybe I like it.”
Kameron kissed her temple again. Go, Anissa, go. Pride welled within him. She could be tough when she wanted, but so soft. He admired her strength and boldness.
“It doesn’t matter. I offered this jerk top dollar for this dump.” Howard sneered. “He refused to take the money. He refused his paychecks, too, but you knew that.” He turned his glare to Kameron. “How are you living here? We evicted you. I’ve heard a rumor you’re stealing funds from my accounts. I can’t prove Ani’s giving you money, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she is.” He stared at her. “Are you giving him money?”
“No.” Anissa stood tall. “He never asked, and I never offered.”
“I’m not out for your damn money,” Kameron snarled. “Jesus.”
“Then how?” Howard asked.
“It’s not your business, but it’s my inheritance,” Kameron said. He fought back the urge to scream. “If not taking your money infuriated you more than taking it, then ignoring your checks and transfers was worth it.”
“But you’re taking my daughter. She’s more valuable,” Howard snapped. “It’s a way to stick it to me?”
“Jesus.” Kameron balled his hands. “I love her in spite of you. I cherish Anissa.”
“Yet you tumbled right into bed with her, ruining her chances to snare a decent husband,” Howard said. “Smart.”
“For fuck’s sake.” Anissa held up both hands. “I’m not tumbling with anyone, and I’m not blindly marrying some guy you picked for me, either.”
“You’re not thinking straight.” Howard inched toward her. “Ani.”
Kameron willed himself to remain calm. “She knows what she’s doing.”
“I do.” Anissa sighed. “Choosing Kameron isn’t a reaction or an outburst. I fell for him a long time ago. Caring wasn’t forced. It happened organically. I’ll never fall for the guy you choose because those guys have all been boring. They’re motivated by your money.”
“Ani,” Howard said. “Please?”
“You’ve always called me Ani. Why would you tell those guys to call me by your nickname for me?” Anissa asked. “I hate it.”
“I thought you liked it,” Howard said.
Kameron suppressed a groan. He knew better than anyone Anissa preferred to be called by her full name.
“I don’t want to hear it on anyone else’s lips,” Anissa said. “Not even Kameron’s.” She held up her hand. “Before you ask, no, he doesn’t use that name.”
Kameron rubbed her shoulders again. He kept quiet but wanted to whoop. She made him proud with her confidence.
“Ani.” Howard’s shoulders sank. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I’m tired of being a commodity. I know you selected those guys. I know they were paid. I’m not a chunk of land or a business. I fell for Kameron because he allows me to be me. I love him.” Anissa leaned into Kameron. “He’s special to me.”
“That’s why you’re marrying him? Without my approval?” Howard thundered.
“Yes.” Anissa nodded. “I am.”
Kameron squeezed her shoulders. “We’re not running off in the middle of the night to get married. I want to, though. Soon. I love her and want to protect her. She’s a prize, a gem, and I can’t see my life without her. I’d give my life for her. I never stopped caring, not even when you fired me. If I had my way, I’d have your approval -- to keep this house because it was my grandmother’s and to marry Anissa. I love her.” He’d spoken the words on his heart and poured out his soul. He couldn’t think of a better answer than the truth.
“See, Daddy? No one’s trying to swindle you. Not me and not him. I love Kameron. I feel safe with him.” Anissa blew out a ragged breath.
Howard stared at Kameron. “That’s why you jumped in as her date, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Kameron said. “No amount of money will cover what she means to me.” Did he look weak by admitting his feelings? Too fucking bad.
Howard sighed. His gaze vacillated between Anissa and Kameron. He didn’t speak right away.
Kameron held his breath. Things could be okay, but they could go south fast.
Anissa leaned against Kameron. Was she trembling? He draped his arms around her shoulders. No matter what, he’d protect her.
“You’ve made up your mind, haven’t you, Ani?” Howard asked.
“Yes.” She answered right away and didn’t waver.
Howard sighed again. “Then I have, too.”
Kameron’s stomach soured. He braced himself. Everything could go to shit, and he’d have to pick up the pieces. Still, he refused to give up.
“Daddy?” Anissa asked. “What did you decide?”
“I’ll spare the house,” Howard said. “You’re right. The house isn’t sitting on ground vital to the building project and won’t be a problem. If the house remains and is preserved, I’d prefer if you sold it.”
“Why?” Kameron murmured. He needed to know.
“I’d prefer you and Anissa move into the guest house,” Howard said.
“What?” Anissa blurted.
“You told Julian you’d be happy to live here,” Howard said. “Did you change your mind?”
“No.” She relaxed a bit. “The guest house would be good, but I’m shocked you’re letting me go that far.”
So was Kameron. He hadn’t believed Howard would give her any rein at all.
“I’m scared,” Howard said. His voice faltered. “Jesus. You’re all I’ve got left, Ani. I wanted you to be where I could keep an eye on you. I wanted to protect you so I didn’t lose you the way I did your mother.”
“Is that why you picked guys you knew weren’t suitable?” she asked.
“I knew they wouldn’t stick around, and you’d stay at the house with me.” Howard’s shoulders sagged. He stared at Kameron. “I knew Anissa would fall for you. You’re arrogant, tough, pushy, and she’s talked about you non-stop. I thought if I got you to go away -- by force, rules or payment, then I wouldn’t lose her.”
“I’m still your daughter.”
“And if you want, we’ll reside in the guest house,” Kameron said. He wasn’t wild about living in a fish bowl, but he’d do whatever he had to in order to be with Anissa.
“You really want to get married, Ani? To him?” Howard asked.
“I do.” Anissa’s voice turned dreamy. She leaned into Kameron. “Very much so.”
“Kam?”
“I do.” Christ. Sounded like he was reciting wedding vows. Still, he had no regrets.
“Then I give my blessing, the guest house and an offer to pay for the wedding.” Howard nodded. “I knew this day would come, but I’m glad she selected you.”
Really? Kameron stared at Howard. He had to be imagining things. “You hate me. Hate my belligerence. Why are you steering her in my direction?”
“You’ve changed your mind?” Howard asked.
“No, I’m just confused.” He held Anissa. “Why the change of heart?”
“I know my daughter. She’s like her mother. Sarah didn’t say much, but when she got angry, she let the target have it. She yelled at me so many times. She loved with a bright passion and followed her heart. After she died, I thought my world had ended. Anissa’s grown up to be like her mother. I thought if I kept a lid on her, I’d always have a piece of Sarah in my life. Then you joined the security team. I saw a lot of me in you, Kameron. I never wore leather or drove a motorcycle, but I also have your blind determination. Sarah and I fit together because we were so different -- just like you two. I wanted to keep the attraction between you bottled, but as my Sarah would’ve said, you can’t stop four things: fate, taxes, death and love.”
“Daddy.” Anissa hugged her father. “I’m sorry.”
“No, baby girl. You need to start your own life. Just stay sort of nearby,” Howard said.
Anissa snagged Kameron into the embrace. “What do you think?”
She blushed. “Yes.”
“I don’t want to sell the house,” he said. “It’s got emotional value.”
“How about it being moved to another property? You can keep the home, and I’ll have it moved,” Howard said. “Any property you want.”
Anissa said nothing.
Kameron’s grandfather had a hand in refurbishing the house. “I’m not moving it. I’ll live in the guest house, but I won’t cave on this.”
“You’re sure?” Howard asked.
“Positive.” Kam held firm.
“I’ll get them to leave your property alone,” Howard said.
“We’ll start our life in the guest house?” Anissa asked. She turned to her father. “Without a ton of interference from you, Daddy?”
“I won’t interfere,” Howard said.
“As long as I have you, Anissa, and my house isn’t going anywhere, I’m good,” Kameron said. He’d live on the mansion property if that was what she wanted, but he’d keep his grandparents’ house.
“All right.” Howard let go. He straightened his suit coat. “We need to go.”
“Thank you.” Anissa walked with Howard to the door. “I’ll ride back to the house with Kameron. Julian can take the Jeep.”
“Fair enough, but that’s still your vehicle, sweetheart.” Howard nodded once, then left the house.
Anissa sighed. “Who knew demanding independence would be so taxing?”
“I’m pretty sure the colonists found that out,” Kameron said. He embraced Anissa from behind and watched the cars leave the driveway. “I’m proud of you.”
“Why? Because I’m free?” she asked.
“Because you stayed true to yourself.” He kissed the top of her head. “One day, I want to be brave like you.”
“Ah, well, I’ll have to give you lessons.” She turned around in his arms. “I do owe you something for the lessons you’ve given me -- but I’m missing some bullet points. Shouldn’t you have taught me something about sex besides blowjobs and licking my pussy?”
“Of course, but that lesson won’t commence until we return to your suite.” He patted her ass.
“Why? We’re already here.”
“But I’ve only got a twin bed,” he murmured, “and the lesson will require a much bigger bed. A twin isn’t enough room to teach you what you need to learn.”
“Oh.” Her eyes sparkled. “How about we ride your bike back to the house and get started?”
“Anything for you, Anissa.” He kissed her. “My heart is in your hands.”
Chapter Nine
Anissa marched past John and the rest of the security team. Kameron had been her favorite guard, but now he was her partner. The team would have to protect her and him. She held Kameron’s hand and ascended the steps. Her hair probably stood on end from being tangled in the helmet, but she didn’t care. Her face burned from the wind on her skin. Oh, well. Holding onto Kameron and riding fast through town turned her on.
As she passed the security team, she heard the whispers, but ignored them. The guys would have to deal with the change in her living arrangements.
Once in her suite, she closed and locked the door. “Lesson time!”
“You bet your ass it is.” He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed.
Anissa couldn’t catch her breath, but she didn’t mind. She liked being swept up. She kissed him with abandon, licking and nibbling him as she learned her lover. Kameron feathered kisses over her cheeks, throat and along the collar of her sweater. He moved the garment out of the way and moved down to her belly. She gasped and threaded her fingers into his hair.
“Oh, fuck.” She arched her back. “Kam.”
“Yes?” He cupped her breast in one hand and swirled his tongue around her belly button.
She shivered. The twin sensations knocked her for a loop. Holy hell. Why had she waited so long to be touched and treasured this way? She writhed beneath him. “More.”
“Eventually.” He sat back on his heels and whipped his shirt over his head. His hair stood on end in places, giving him a wild appearance. His eyes shimmered. “I want you.”
“I know.” She shimmied out of her panties and jeans and kicked her shoes to the floor. The chilly air on her pussy calmed a bit of the fever, but not much.
“Beautiful.” He helped her out of her shirt, then bra. “Sweetheart… I’m speechless.”
“You?” She propped herself up on her elbows and arched her chest toward him. “You like what you see?”
“Sure do.” He unzipped and shoved his pants to the floor.
Anissa drank in the view. He was the pretty one. So much muscle and perfection. Her pussy clenched, and she panted. “Come here.”
“We need protection.” He crooked his eyebrow. “Do you have a rubber?”
“Me?” She faked innocence. She’d been waiting for this moment forever. “I do.” She rolled over long enough to retrieve the rubber from the nightstand. When she sprawled on her back, he crawled on top of her.
“Good girl.” He parted her thighs and buried his face against her labia.
She gasped. Oh, fuck. Any other thoughts evaporated. All she could do was feel. He sucked on her clit, then pinched, adding to her excitement. Electric zaps ricocheted within her. She grasped the sheets and dug her heels into the mattress. When he rolled her nipple between his fingers, she cried out.
Anissa tensed, and the ball of tingles in her belly spread through her body. When he slid two fingers into her cunt, she groaned. If he kept this up, she’d come.
“Not yet,” he said against her labia. He pumped harder, pushing her closer to the edge.
“Kam.” She whimpered. “Please? I want to come.”
He withdrew his fingers, then stood at the end of the bed. He tore the condom packet and sheathed himself. “Ready?”
She nodded. When she tried to form words, no sound came out. She parted her legs.
Kameron met her gaze and lined his cock up with her pussy. “I can’t promise this won’t hurt.” He pushed into her, slow at first, giving her time to adjust to him.
Another whimper bubbled in her throat. Having him inside her did hurt. She winced. This couldn’t last forever. She measured her breaths and focused on him.
“Hold onto me,” he said. He curled over her and rested his forehead against hers. “It’ll get better. Trust me.”
If nothing else, she had full faith in him. He continued to push into her but pulled out until he worked into a steady rhythm. The pain dissipated little by little. Her adrenaline took over, and she gave in to the pleasure of being claimed. She clutched his shoulders. He increased his speed, pushing to the hilt before pulling most of the way out again. He hadn’t been kidding. The longer he filled her, the less it hurt.
She focused on him and how he made her feel. Excitement, bliss and desire filled her mind. She couldn’t think straight and met him thrust for thrust.
“Good girl.” He kissed her between pushes.
She trembled beneath him. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the room. She trembled, and a groan erupted from her. She wrapped her legs around him, keeping him inside her. He overwhelmed her. “Kam.” Her resistance snapped, and she couldn’t hold the orgasm in any longer. “Oh, God.”
“Let go. Let the climax happen.” Kameron pistoned into her, and his brow crinkled. He gritted his teeth. “Fuck.”
He’d taken the words right out of her mouth. She shuddered beneath him and gasped. She vibrated from head to toe. He’d wrung her out. She sagged on the bed.
Kameron stilled. He kissed her mouth, then over her cheeks, chin and forehead. “My girl.” He cradled her to his chest. “All mine.”
“I am.” She nipped his neck. “Is sex always that fast?” The sex scenes in the porn videos she watched seemed to go on for ages.
“Shit. I meant for that to last longer,” Kameron m
urmured. “Next time I’ll slow down more. Promise.”
“I liked it.” She nuzzled his neck. “I’m glad I did that with you.” She’d gotten the hard part out of the way. Now she could focus on learning the rest of him and how he could make her feel. He held her heart in his hands. She’d follow him anywhere.
He propped himself up on his elbow and spread his free hand on her belly. “I’m sorry it hurt.”
“Not as much as I thought it would. I built up the hurt in my mind.” She caressed his cheek. “I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
She rubbed her fingertips along his five-o’clock shadow. “You said there is more to this lesson. You did mean it, right?”
“I did.” He brought his mouth a whisper away from hers. “And we’ve got a lifetime to work on this lesson. You won’t miss out.”
“Good.” She saw forever in his eyes. Growing old together, lots of sex, maybe children, but plenty of time to learn at his hand. “So you’re still going to keep me around? I’m not so innocent and sweet any longer.”
“You’re not -- you’re mine and just who I need.” He twined his legs with hers. “I found my heart right here in this room.”
“I did, too, when I met you.”
“We’ve got lots of things to explore,” he said. “Anal, bondage, toys… the sky is the limit.
She scratched her nails across his nipple. “With you as my teacher, I can’t wait to try everything.” Now she never had to let him go. No torn skirt, false breast, trip up the stairs or spilled taco would keep them apart. She had the man she loved and a future with him. Oh, and plenty of time to learn and grow together… now that was sweet.
Megan Slayer
When she’s not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don’t seem to mind.
When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school.