Love Interrupted

by Eva Andrews

  I’m pretty sure there was nothing better than hearing my sweet little Shay scream my name. I could have spent all night paying homage to her, but I needed to fuck her. I needed it like air, I wanted to possess her, to consume her and brand her my own again.

  Wiping my face, I came up for air and gripped my cock.

  Fuck, a condom.

  That was the one thing I hadn’t thought of to bring, or saw packed onboard. Maybe Shay had one.

  “Baby, do you have a condom?”

  Groaning, “Fuck, no I don’t. Cam?”

  “Yeah?” I said, kissing the inside of her thighs.

  “I have an IUD, and I’m okay with you not using a condom if you’re okay with it.” She offered quietly.

  “You sure?”

  Nodding, “I’m clean, and I trust you.”

  Those three words killed me. Slayed me. Might as well of handed her my heart right there on the spot. I had never had unprotected sex with anyone before, it was a strict no-deal with me. However, the idea of fucking her raw made me toss all my rules out the fucking window.

  It was Shayne, my rules never applied to her, she was above them all. She always has, and always will be.

  Hovering over the beauty, I nudged her jaw over and kissed up her neckline until I got to her ear. Sucking on her lobe as I kneaded one of her breasts, as I guided my dick along her slit, teasing her.

  Wrapping her legs around me, she ran her arms over my shoulders and into my hair as I slowly put my cock in. I don’t think there is a better feeling in the world than sliding into a woman, but this was so much more intense, more intimate than any of those women before her.

  “I’m not sure I’m ever going to let you go.” I said slowly as I shifted my hips and buried myself all the way into her tight sheath.

  Her sweet little pussy grabbed me tight, as I pulled back and went back in a little harder. Her sweet little gasp made me grin. My memory hadn’t failed me; she was as perfect as I remembered.

  Grabbing my hair tight, she locked eyes with me, “Don’t hold back Cam. Take me however you need me, I’m yours.”

  Fuck yes you are.

  Her bold words were like an ignition switch, putting her legs over my shoulders, I pounded into her hard as she moaned my name. She was athletic and nimble; I didn’t have to worry about hurting her. I couldn’t wait to test her flexibility, and stamina. Shayne was made for fucking; she was also made to be adored and worshipped.

  The woman was my perfect storm, she’d be my undoing, there was no doubt.

  I left no part of her untouched as I worked her body into a fever, I made sure I touched, tasted and kissed every part of her perfect body. Flipping her over, I tipped up her sweet hips and spread her legs wide opening her up for me.

  Giving her a playful slap on her fine ass, I buried myself into her without mercy. Her little sounds, her arching into me was everything I never knew I needed. She was a giver, a fucking fierce lover. I had never experienced anything like blowing my load into Shayne.

  Making sure I got her to come two more times, I was damn near breathless before thrusting her into one last one time as I picked her up and fucked her against the wall in the bedroom like a savage. I couldn’t get enough of her.

  Jesus Christ, it was hot.

  Eventually I laid my little sex kitten back in bed, we laid in each other’s arms for what seemed like an hour before I carried her into my shower and got my way.

  Showering with her was better than I imagined. Feeling her hands over my body, in my hair as our skin touched. There was nothing finer, except maybe lifting her up and fucking her again while the shower ran down us.

  Maybe it was my ego, but I loved lifting up that little spit-fire and fucking her against the wall. She had some mind-blowing ability to make me lose my damn mind every time I was inside her.

  By the end of our marathon sex session, I was convinced there was no better sound than Shayne moaning my name as I buried myself in her. It was my new favorite sound, and it’d be forever etched in my memory.

  Changing and grabbing a few drinks we settled into the theater with all the blankets she could find, building us a nest to watch movies. Max slept on the rug in front of us, tired out from his beach running tonight. Me, well I was content to my bones but didn’t want to fall asleep and have this end.

  Shayne

  Hearing the sea birds cry, the early morning sun caught my attention as I snuggled into him. Buried in tons of blankets, we had fallen asleep on the couch while we watched movies. Dressed in black lace boy shorts, and a black tank, my body was tangled with his finely sculpted masterpiece of a body.

  With my head rested on his chest, I watched him sleep peacefully, hugging me with one arm. Yesterday had been incredible. Yes, the sex was out of this world, but just being with him all day had been so fulfilling and pleasant.

  Needing some coffee, I slowly slipped out of his arm and went to the kitchen, Max following along behind me with a wagging tail. Getting into the kitchen, I turned on some lights and the music. If I was going to cook, I needed tunes.

  Starting with the coffee first, I danced around the kitchen as I made us each an omelet. Familiar with the layout of the kitchen from yesterday, I went about my merry way. Drinking my coffee and making breakfast I sang along to Adele.

  In the midst of singing, I felt his eyes on me.

  Turning around, he was right there looking down at me.

  “Good morning, beautiful.” He whispered against my lips.

  “Morning.” I whispered back, lifting on my tiptoes as he grabbed my ass and pulled me up against him. Wrapping my legs around his naked waist I couldn’t help but love how affectionate he was.

  Nuzzling into the crook of my neck, “Damn Shay, you make a man want to forget the world and just live right here with you forever.”

  I knew what he meant. Since the moment he and I slipped out of port, it was like we were in our own world. He was a sea of comfort in my life, reconnecting with him- figuratively and literally had brought my life back into focus.

  “You Sir, are a charmer.” Kissing the tip of his nose, “and you’d get sick of me eventually.”

  “You Madam, are an enchantress that I will never tire of. I don’t want to let you go back to reality.”

  “I don’t want to go back to reality.” I admitted openly. This time with him had been like a dream. Away from everything with only each other for company, and of course dear old Max too.

  “Whenever you want to get away, just let me know.”

  Hugging him, I sighed heavily and memorized every moment we’d created here. I didn’t expect this to last, I knew how he was, or at least, how people said he was. I had to assume that he made that offer to all of his women.

  My heart sank when I thought about that. I didn’t want it to damper what we shared, but I had to be realistic, he was a player. I was going to turn into another one of Cameron Carmichael’s Darlings if I didn’t watch myself.

  The fucked up thing was, I wasn’t built to share, nor was I ready for a relationship. Which made me sad, because Cameron was my textbook sample of the perfect man. Intelligent, kind, a family man, loyal and honest. He had a great sense of humor, was witty and didn’t take shit.

  It was safe to say that my weekend with him reignited that flame that had always burned for him. If I wasn’t careful with him, I’d get my heart broken again.

  Our trip back to port took longer than I expected, the waterways were busy and slow, we didn’t make it back to the marina until seven o’clock. Cam was brave enough to call and inform his mother we wouldn’t be able to make it in time for dinner due to the delay.

  Although we were missing family dinner, I had enjoyed the journey back to the marina with sun tanning, helping Cam navigate, or making food down below. Our Sunday afternoon on the yacht was peaceful, neither of us felt the need to fill the silence with unneeded chatter.

  After we docked at the marina, I helped button everything up. I had already cleaned the
kitchen and all the dishes we had used. However, he insisted I keep my new clothes here so when I came back I had clothing already here.

  Although I told him that I didn’t need to keep stuff here, he was insistent, and shared that it would make him feel better knowing my stuff occupied the other closet. His plea was so adorable it was hard to not cave. Especially when I liked the thought of my belongings hanging in the closet, if any other woman came here she’s see my stuff.

  I mean, he wasn’t dumb enough to bring other women around if my stuff was there, right?

  I wasn’t fool enough to think he and I were exclusive, or anything of the sort but it sure didn’t feel like this was a one night stand. Cameron had a way of giving me what I didn’t know I needed.

  I knew I needed to talk to him about him seeing other women.

  If we were going to sleep together, I couldn’t have him fucking other people. It didn’t have to be serious between us, but I did at least need that. I just didn’t know how to bring it up without sounding like a fucking psycho. We had shared an incredible weekend with each other, the last thing I wanted to do was scare him off with my demands.

  Giving Cam’s new yacht one last look as we pulled away, Max jumped in the back and fell asleep. I was sad that our time away from real life was over, but I was so thankful for the time I had gotten to spend with him. Drowsy myself, I leaned into Cam and snuggled against his shoulder as he drove me home. Tucking my legs underneath me I ran my hand over his chest and rested it above his heart, “Thank you for everything Cam, that was one of the happiest weekends of my life.”

  Feeling him tense, I tried to ignore his reaction. Closing my eyes, I let the music in the car lull me to sleep. We had a decent drive before we got home, and sleep sounded so good.

  Chapter 4

  Shayne

  “This way Dr. Montgomery, I can’t tell you how excited you decided to join our team! Exciting times around here, here we are, your office is this way.” Marilynn Post said with a wide smile. About twenty-five, the President’s assistant was jovial and upbeat.

  “Please, call me Shayne.” I offered sincerely.

  Nervous for the meeting, I followed behind the chatty assistant as she gave me a brief overview of where the bathrooms, cafeteria and museum employee basics.

  Dressed in an emerald sheath dress that matched my eyes, I saw my name on the door of a posh office. This was my new start, away from the bullshit I left behind.

  “Dr. Montgomery, welcome my dear! Please come see your new office, I hope you like it!” The older art director offered as he walked out of his office with the aid of a finely sculpted cane. I guessed him to be nearing his early sixties.

  “Dr. Winters, good to see you again. I’m so happy to be here.” I said genuinely as I shook his hand and walked with him towards my office.

  “Everything you need is there in that packet, sign on and permissions. Your new badge, and a new laptop. As my new Senior Curator, I’ve got your first assignment.”

  “You do?” I stammered, a bit shocked at being thrown directly into a project on my first day. Usually there were endless hours spend in HRD on your first day, and then endless tours and introductions.

  “Yes, and I believe you’ll love it. We’ve been given a very large donation by a family looking to set up a memorial, they’d like to purchase the art and have it donated in her name. We have designed a new wing, construction started last week.”

  “That sounds fantastic, what would you like me to do?”

  “I’m sending all four of my curators to interview with the family, they want to choose the person they’ll be working closely with for the next year or so.”

  Pointing at my chest, “You want me to go?” a little dumbfounded I was being sent out on assignment, moments after settling in.

  Shaking his head, my cherub like boss smiled, “I do.”

  Blowing out a breath of air I didn’t know I was holding, “Are you sure? I’m brand new.”

  “You might be new here, but you have far more experience doing this than the other three. They are fresh out of college, they haven’t handled a project of this size.”

  “Oh.” I said, not knowing I had far more real world experience than my new co-workers.

  “The Carmichael family is one of the most generous families in New Orleans, they have donated millions to the museum already, and this project will be solely funded by them.”

  My jaw dropped.

  “The Carmichaels?” I sputtered.

  “Yes dear, do you know them? Your interview will be with Jameson and Lillian Carmichael at one o’clock at Café Amelie.”

  “Yes actually, I went to school with Justin and I know the entire family.” I had missed the family dinner last night, well, both Cameron and I did.

  Nodding happily, “Perfect! I have no doubt they’ll select you. I can’t tell you how excited I was to get someone with your background on our staff Dr. Montgomery. I am excited to see what you bring to this old Museum.”

  “Thank you Dr. Winters, I’m going to go settle in to my office and go over the Carmichael project before I meet them this morning.”

  “Yes yes, let me know how the interview goes!” He said, walking back to his office slowly.

  Walking in, I looked around at the modern space. An iMac with the hugest screen ever sat at the sleek desk, beside it sat anew MacBook Pro laptop for traveling. Looking at my watch, it was almost eleven.

  Hearing a knock on the door, I saw the mailroom clerk holding a bouquet of fragrant white roses.

  “Miss Montgomery, a delivery for you.”

  “Oh, thank you.” Walking over, I took them out of his hand and sat them on the corner of my desk. Signing for them quickly, he nodded and went about his day. Turning to them I took a deep breath of the pink roses and took the card out of the envelope.

  Shayne,

  Good luck on your first day, they’ll love you.

  C.

  Grinning, I held the card to my chest and bit my lip.

  Cameron Carmichael, you are going to make me fall in love with you.

  I had been so embarrassingly tired last night when we got to my house, tired enough I had refused to wake up. He, being the perfect man he was, had carried me inside my house and helped me change and put me to bed. He set my alarm for me and even laid out an outfit for my first day.

  Sadly, I had woken up this morning without him. Bummed he wasn’t there, I had gotten quite used to waking being next to him. Looking down at the green dress he had picked out for me to wear today, I couldn’t stop smiling.

  Much later that night, I didn’t walk into my front door until ten o’clock. It was officially the longest first day I had ever had on any job. I was utterly exhausted, and excited all at the same time.

  After returning from my interview with the Carmichaels, I had spent the rest of the day in my office. The moment his parents found out I worked for the museum, they called up my boss and told them I was the new curator, and I had complete control.

  I had always loved Jameson and Lillian Carmichael; they were that warm set of parents everyone wished they had. Kind and genuine, they loved and accepted their children fiercely. I had met them years ago at Cornell when they had come to visit.

  Beaming with pride, I took time to read over the blueprints and familiarized myself with my new project.

  The new wing could hold over one hundred individually selected art pieces. These pieces would be picked by members of the Carmichael family, purchased and donated in Sophie’s name for the new expansion- The Sophie Carmichael wing.

  Sophie, the youngest Carmichael had been a brilliant artist before her death. Her family wished to honor her by providing an art display, as well as classes for young artists. Now, it was in my control to see that this was done with utmost care and elegance. Sophie was grace and light, and so would her new art wing.

  Walking upstairs, I was beat.

  My day had gone so fast I hadn’t gotten a chance to respond to any of my
calls or text messages. Tossing my phone on the bed, I went into my bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth. Shuffling to the closet, I undressed and put on a soft tank top and killed the lights.

  Fuck dinner, I needed sleep.

  Scrolling through my messages I snuggled under the sheets and replied to my brother, Jud and finally to Addie. Lastly, I sat there and looked at the text Cam had sent this morning.

  I hope you have a good first day. I miss seeing the sun in your hair, call me -Cam

  Reading it again, it made me smile. He had sent flowers, and text and I wasn’t replying. I was a giant dickhead. More than anything, I was scared shitless of getting my heart broken by that handsome devil again.

  Cameron

  The sun was just cresting the tops of the house as I grabbed my car keys of the kitchen counter. I was ready to walk out the door when I noticed movement from Shayne’s balcony out of the corner of my eye. Turning so I could look up, I watched her walking out onto her patio, she was dressed in that sexy black silk robe and not much else.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she sat down and put her feet up. Watching her take a drink of her coffee, my legs were moving towards her before I even knew it.

  I hadn’t heard from her all day yesterday, and it drove me fucking nuts.

  I had sent a text and sent flowers, and still nothing. Not that I expected anything in return, but it stung. I was not used to being ignored, not in the business world, nor in my personal life. It had fucking irritated me all day long.

  Walking back upstairs, I walked out onto my upper patio as I and slid on my suit jacket.

  “Good morning sunshine, did you sleep well?”

  Sitting in the early morning sunshine, Shayne looked over at my balcony and smiled, “Not as well as I did on your yacht.” Her long hair fell around her in a sleepy mess. She looked drowsy and totally fuckable. Just the thought of her tight pussy made my dick harden.

  Grinning, my anger simmered down a little, “Ah, you know how to make a man feel special, especially after ignoring him all day.”