“Cam...please...” Her voice was thick and sounded so sultry she scarcely recognised it as her own. “I need you now.”
Capturing her hand, he stared into her eyes. His were iridescent and intense. He shook his head. “I want you too much to last if you caress me like that.” Threading his fingers through hers, he imprisoned her hand next to her head on the big pillows. “Give me a minute, okay?”
Sandy nodded. Her lungs squeezed, and it was all she could do to catch her breath.
Cam dropped a kiss on her nose, released her, got up from the enormous bed, and strolled butt naked into the adjoining bathroom. Within seconds, he was back. Tossing a box of condoms on the table beside the bed, he rolled one on and grinned at her. She liked the way he looked, all sexy and passionate with that regal air that used to drive her nuts but now drove her wild.
“Where were we?” He sunk onto the bed and drew her into his arms. His mouth tasted hers, warm, wet, and full of need—a need that matched hers.
His arms braced either side of her enclosed her in a cocoon of burning desire as he pinned her with his delicious weight. She widened her legs to accommodate him. Curled one leg around his and rubbed her calf against the back of his hair-roughened thigh. He pressed his hips forward, and when the hard length of his erection slid through the wet folds at her core, they both released drawn-out groans. Then he drew back and let the head of his penis glide down to her entrance.
He plunged into her.
Sandy cried out from the concentrated sensation, and Cam stilled. He looked down into her face, his eyes dark with a mixture of arousal and concern.
“Aw, princess, did I hurt you?”
She shook her head, lost in an incredible sensory overload. “No...don’t stop...you feel so good.” She wrapped her legs around him and lifted her hips in encouragement. The tight pressure building between her thighs begged for release.
He lowered his forehead to hers, his breathing harsh, whole body shaking from his restraint. “You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then don’t stop. If you don’t continue right now, I just might die.”
“You should go on top.” He rolled onto his back, taking her with him.
Sandy sat astride him lost in waves of enthralling pleasure. Cam was thicker, longer than she was used to. He stretched her, filled her so deliciously that she never wanted his lovemaking to end.
His hands bracketed her hips. “How’s that?”
“Better than amazing.”
His chuckle was low and rough with desire. “Yeah, much better,” he said on a growl.
She lifted her hips then delaying gratification, slid back down the steely length of him at a snail-like pace. On a drawn-out moan, her head fell back, her hair brushed Cam’s thighs, and she felt them quiver under her.
He thrust up in unison to her downward bounce as she planted her hands on his chest and rode him to a quick orgasm. She never wanted this to end, but the sensations were too powerful to prolong, and a series of raspy moans slipped from her throat as wave after rapturous wave of orgasmic bliss stormed her body.
Cam’s hands ploughed through her hair to cup the back of her head and pull her down for a hot kiss that told her he was nowhere near finishing yet. Without breaking the deep kiss, he flipped her onto her back so he was on top. Supporting most of his weight on his left forearm, he slipped his right hand under her butt, angling her for better penetration as he drove into her hard and fast, the thick head of his penis introducing her to yet another sweet spot, one that tugged a second orgasm from deep inside her.
“Oh, Cam,” she cried out his name. Every one of her muscles locked up, her internal walls tightened, convulsed, squeezing Cam hard.
This time he couldn’t hold back his release. She saw his fight in the tension around his mouth, the grit of his teeth, the perspiration breaking out on his forehead and finally she saw him lose the fight. He exhaled a harsh breath on a deep groan as if his orgasm tore from his soul.
“I love you,” Sandy whispered, smoothing a lock of Cam’s hair from his forehead.
He grinned. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that.” He settled his mouth on hers for a long kiss. “I love you,” he whispered against her lips when he broke the kiss, then drew back and stared into her eyes. “Just don’t make me wait too long before you marry me.”
“ASAP.” She pulled him down for another kiss. “I couldn’t wait if I tried,” she told him a second before his mouth landed on hers.
Epilogue
Pink and orange splashed across the horizon, turning the white sands surrounding San Kidd—the private Bahamas Island Cam had rented for his and Sandy’s wedding—a romantic shade of burnish pink.
A wedding at sunset had been Sandy’s choice, so Cam had gone along with it. He wanted to give her whatever she wanted even if he wasn’t happy about it. She deserved a wedding fit for a princess, and he wanted her to have one.
She’d kissed him and said, “This is the wedding I want, Cam.”
Her smile had done him in, and he’d found himself agreeing to the simple wedding with their close friends and family to help them celebrate. Besides, anything more elaborate would take time to plan, and Cam didn’t want to spend a second longer than he had to without making her his wife.
So here he was, standing on a beach at sunset in front of a minister with a handful of his and Sandy’s friends waiting for his bride to come to him.
Soft steel band music started up. He turned to see Sandy walking down the makeshift aisle between two rows of white chairs with gold coloured ribbons tied to them. She looked as though she was floating. Someone had swept up her beautiful long golden curls on her head in some kind of sophisticated style that made his hands itch to mess it up. He liked her tousled and sexy—the just-out-of-bed look was his favourite. But she was as beautiful now with white flowers pinned into her hair, a matching bouquet in her hands and her simple pearl satin sheath hugging her body. A slight breeze teased the soft tendrils around her oval face and lifted the lapels of his black tux.
She was arresting.
Everything in him stilled. Everything except his gut, which manoeuvred itself into a giant knot. His throat got tight.
A smile tilted her full lips, and his stomach bottomed out. His chest felt like someone had knocked the wind out of him and he couldn’t catch his breath. When she reached him, Jamie, TDA’s owner relieved her of her bouquet.
He held his hands open palms up, and Sandy placed her hands in his. He wanted nothing as much as he wanted to lay his lips on hers, but they weren’t at that part yet.
He was a patient man, he could wait.
The minister began the ceremony and Sandy gazed up at him, her eyes glistening with happy tears. He was a little choked up, too, and if it wasn’t for the fact that he was a prince and expected to conduct himself with a certain level of decorum, he probably would’ve shed a tear or two.
“Who has the rings?” The minister asked.
Justin Knight, Cam’s best man stepped forward. “I do.” He handed the platinum bands to the minister and stepped back.
The minister blessed the bands, then held out the princess-cut diamond one to Cam.
He took it. Holding Sandy’s slender left hand, he waited for the minister to continue.
“In the presence of God and these, our friends,” he repeated after the minister. “I, Prince Nicholas Cameron Berkeley-Scott, take you, Alexandra Kristian Donovan, to be my friend, my lover, the mother of my children and my wife.” Her warm honey gaze shone with adoration. He prayed to God he never did anything to make her look at him any other way. “I will be yours in times of plenty and in times of want, in times of sickness and in times of health, in times of joy and in times of sorrow, in times of failure and in times of triumph.” He cleared the suspicious thickness from his throat. Any second now, he was going to make a monumental fool of himself. He slipped the diamond-set band on her third finger. Taking a deep breath, he continued, “I
promise to cherish and respect you, to care and protect you, to comfort and encourage you, and stay with you for all eternity.”
The women in the seats behind them sniffed, and the men shifted uncomfortably.
A tear slipped from Sandy’s lashes as she reverently touched the shiny symbol of commitment. He reached out and smoothed her tear with his thumb, dying to kiss her and make her his. He loved her beyond reason and couldn’t wait to start his life with her—grow old with her.
WHEN IT WAS Sandy’s turn to repeat her vows, she struggled to clear the lump from her throat.
With tears obscuring her vision, she focused on Cam’s handsome face. In a husky voice, she said her vows. “In the presence of God and these, our friends, I, Alexandra Kristian Donovan, take you, Prince Nicholas Cameron Berkeley-Scott, to be my friend, my lover, the father of my children and my husband.” Her voice cracked as she placed the plain platinum band on his finger. “I will be yours in times of plenty and in times of want...in times of sickness and in times of health...in times of joy and in times of sorrow...in times of failure and in times of triumph.” She gave him a smile she knew must’ve been watery, but her tears were because she was so incredibly happy. “I promise to cherish and respect you, to care and protect you, to comfort and encourage you, and stay with you for all eternity.”
They stared into each other’s eyes as the minister said, “I now pronounce you man and wife.” He turned to Cam. “You may kiss your bride.”
Cam grinned, drew Sandy into his arms.
With a backdrop of lazy waves at low tide trickling onto the sand, and their friends’ applause, he kissed her like he was starving.
And she kissed him back with the same consuming passion.
In all her romantic fantasies, Sandy had never dared to believe she’d be loved so thoroughly...and by her very own prince!
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Thank you for reading More Than a Playboy. I hope you enjoyed Sandy and Cam’s story. You met Justin Knight in a cameo role in More Than a Playboy. Now read his story in More Than Friends.
More Than Friends
by
Monique DeVere
© Monique DeVere 2012
“Open up, ya louse!”
Justin Knight’s apartment door rattled under a hammering fist.
He yanked it open to find Lily Harper—irate and slightly unsteady on her feet—in the hall outside his door. She glowered at him with the indomitable intent of an avenging angel.
Despite the menacing scowl, her emerald eyes were as stunning as he remembered, and his male hormones jerked to life. It was after ten p.m. and she reeked of booze, but the sight of her stalled his breath in his throat. He’d waited for Lily to come to him, and here she was finally—even if she had to get stinking drunk to do it.
She stuck her chin in the air so she could look him in the face. He took in her alluring features—high cheekbones, the small turned-up nose that he was always dying to kiss, her full lips naturally red and devoid of artificial colouring—don’t think about those lips—and the graceful arc of her neck. She slammed the hand—that wasn’t gripping bag straps—onto her hip, bringing his attention to her slender curves in the light summer dress that ended mid thigh. The floaty material was short enough to give him a tantalizing glimpse of shapely lower thigh and her amazing legs, tanned and naked all the way to her silver strappy heels. His gaze snagged at her ankles—this woman was his every secret fantasy.
“You—!” She pointed her forefinger inches from his nose as her narrowed green gaze cut a path down his body then back up again.
He pulled himself to his full height of six foot two. He’d never seen Lily out for blood before. She looked ready to rip him apart, and all he noticed was how every breath she took undulated her chest. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra and her firm breasts gave more of a gentle bounce than a jiggle, teasing him with her disjointed movements. His hand on the door handle tightened, and he shoved the other into his jeans pocket to keep from reaching for her.
“You louse! You think you can treat women any way you like.” She pushed past him.
Yeah she was mad.
“You think you’re all that—” She gestured her arm in a wide arc in front of his face. “With your hair and... and your eyes, that you don’t have to care about anyone else’s feelings but your own. You think you’re so gorgeous, don’t you? Well let me tell you something, pal.” As though she was holding a gun, she uncocked her skinny forefinger again and pointed it into his chest. “You’re just average, and Mel can do so much better. So what do you think about that?”
Lily had lost her mind, that’s what he thought, but he was too wise to tell her so.
“How did you get here, Lil?” He steadied her when she swayed a little too far to her left. Since he hadn’t buzzed her in, he presumed either someone else had, or she’d entered with one of the other occupants of the Canary Wharf apartment building.
She scowled, shrugging his hand off her. “A cab brought me ’cause I wanted to give you a piece of my mind, and I’ll tell you what... when I told the driver I was coming to bop you on the nose, he got me here in double time!”
Are you sure it wasn’t because he wanted to get the crazy woman out of his cab? “I think you better sit.”
“Yeah?” Slamming her hand back on her hip, she scowled at him. “And I think you better sit, ’cause I’m going to let you have it.” He didn’t doubt she was about to give him GBH of the ear hole. “I thought you were one of the good guys, Justin, but you’re a player like all the others—just like Wayne.”
The mention of her ex-lover made his hackles rise. Now was not the time to say his piece. He’d waited three months; a little while longer wouldn’t make a difference. Nevertheless, he was going to have his say. Preferably, before Lily left here tonight.
First, he had to sober her up.
“I am a good guy, Lily.” If he weren’t, he would have made his move long ago. Justin wrapped his hand around her small waist to guide her to a sofa. This time she didn’t shrug him off, and something inside him warmed. “You smell like a brewery. Let’s get you some coffee.” Her slender curves pressed against him. She was soft. Almost fragile. He glanced down to where their bodies touched at the hips. His denim leg pressing against her naked thigh thickened his blood. He tried to ignore how enticingly the light summer dress clung to her slender shape. “How much did you have to drink?”
“Enough.” She tossed her long light honey-coloured curls over her shoulder, bare but for the spaghetti straps holding her dress up.
He led her to the sofa and eased her onto the black suede cushions.
“No.” She tried to scramble off the sofa but couldn’t seem to figure out quite how to do so because she kept falling back amongst the cushions with each attempt to stand, her dress riding tantalizingly up her thighs. “I still have a few things I want to say to you. Do you know how badly you hurt my friend?” She wrestled the hem back to her knees. “She’s devastated that you broke up with her.” Behind the killing glare she gave him, was a vulnerability that tugged at his heart. “What sort of man leads a woman on and makes her think he’s about to propose, then dumps her?” She made it off the sofa and jabbed him in the chest with that pointy forefinger. “Huh?”
Mel thought he was going to propose? What gave her that idea? He certainly hadn’t.
Justin clasped Lily’s finger to stop her from boring a hole in his chest. “You are too intoxicated to remember this conversation, so I see no point in defending myself. Why don’t I get you some coffee, then take you home?”
Lily flopped back onto the sofa, sad and defeated as she dropped her head into her upturned palms. Her fingers sunk into her messy curls. “Why couldn’t you just be one of the good guys?”
Justin fought the urge to pull her into his arms to comfort her. He headed to the kitchen instead. Since when did ending a relationship that was totally wrong for him, make him a villain?
When he returned, Lily still h
ad her head propped in her hands and he wondered whether she’d fallen asleep in that position. “Lil?”
Her head shot up. She gazed at him with such disappointment he felt it like a stab to the heart. Of all the women to make hate him, Lily would have been his last choice. She was his friend. At least she had been up until tonight.
He handed her one of the mugs of black coffee he’d carried in from the kitchen. She took it, careful not to touch him. She didn’t say ‘thanks’ either. In fact, she didn’t say a word, just continued to stare at him with disillusionment dulling her usually sparkling eyes.
She took a sip, pulled a face.
He wasn’t surprised. Lily preferred her coffee white without sugar. He’d given her black with three sugars. Justin sprawled on the sofa opposite Lily’s, stretching out his long legs in front of him.
“This coffee is disgusting.” She scowled at the brew.
“Drink up; it’ll help to sober you.”
“Who says I want to be sober?”
“I’ve waited months for this moment, Lily, and now it’s here, I want you good and clear-headed when we bash this out.”
“Bash what out?”
“This thing that’s been between us ever since we first met.”
Lily shifted her gaze over his shoulder. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“That’s why I need you fully conscious.”
“I am fully conscious.”
“Did Mel tell you why we broke up?”
Lily glanced at him like a bugologist viewing a not particularly appealing insect specimen. “Don’t you mean why you dumped her? She said you told her you had feelings for someone else—which is just the thing a louse would say.”
“I didn’t realise you had such a low opinion of me.”
“I didn’t until tonight when Mel told me what you did.”
“Are you saying I should stay with one woman when I want another?”
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