Precious Consequences (28 page)

Hayley’s eyes flutter open, and seek mine out like magnets drawn to each other. She smiles at me lazily, and stifles a yawn.

“Hey you,” she says, her voice hoarse and laden with sleep. “Why are you awake?”

I kiss her nose and tighten my arm around her. “I couldn’t sleep. You were snoring too loud.”

“I did not!” Her hand comes up to slap my bare chest but I grab it, and place a kiss in the center of her palm. Her breath hitches, and I grin, rolling us over so that her body is covered by mine.

“No, buttercup, you didn’t, but you
do
make these sexy little breathing noises, like you’re moaning in your sleep,” I breathe into her neck, brushing my lips over her pulse. “And it does crazy things to my imagination.”

Her exhalation is harsh, coming out in a swoosh of air. “Oh, yeah?”

“Hmmm hmmm,” I hum, feeling her heartbeat race faster the lower I drag my lips on her hot skin. Her legs part, wrapping around my hips, and my cock stirs as I press into her.

“Cam,” she whispers. “I want you.”

I smile and meet her heated stare. “You have me.”

My head drops and my hands slide down her waist and under my shirt that she’s wearing. I feel her skin break out in goosebumps, her body quivering under my touch. “Tell me what you want,” I murmur.

Instead of telling me, Hayley sits up, forcing me to move, too, and silently pulls of my shirt. Her hand comes around my neck and she pulls me into her, until our chests are touching. Her nipples pebble with the contact and the feel of them against my skin makes blood rush south. Her mouth captures mine and suddenly it feels like she’s taking control, and I let her.

Her lips part and our tongues brush against each other as I explore her mouth. My hands graze the soft skin under her perfect tits and her response is to dig her nails into my back.

I break our kiss, both of us panting. “Can you be quiet?”

She bites her lip, looking up at me from beneath her lashes, and nods. I kiss her quickly and reach for my bedside table, pulling out a condom. I sit back, and she watches me with curiosity. Her eyes are hungry and full of lust, but I also see the love pooling in their depths. I remove my boxer briefs, toss them aside, and roll the condom on. I settle between Hayley’s legs again, resting my forearms on either side of her head. Our lips brush and I suck in a breath when her hand wraps around my hard length and guides me to her entrance.

“Be gentle,” she says quietly. Her request has me swallowing hard.

Our mouths join as I sink into her tight, heated body and our joint moans fuse. Her hips rock into mine, with mine, and our bodies’ fall into a slow, sensual rhythm, becoming slick with sweat. Threading our fingers together, I stretch her arms above her head and she whimpers. Our kiss breaks, but her eye stay on mine, and we don’t look away. Her little whimpers drive me wild and encourage me to push harder, deeper. I bring my knees up, changing our position so that the backs of her thighs rest on the front of mine.

“Oh, wow,” she cries out. “So deep.”

“So close,” I groan. “Fuck, buttercup, you’re close, too. I can feel it.”

“Faster, Cam, please.”

My hips move faster, and Hayley’s muscles clench around me. “Cam,” she breathes between pants. “I’m going…”

“Let go, baby, just feel me.”

She tightens around me and her body shakes violently as she comes. Her head falls to the side and she bites the pillow to silence her scream. Shit, that’s hot. I thrust into her once, twice, and on the third time my orgasm rips through me, starting low and working its way up my spine. My hips slow, triggering more residual quivers from both of us, and when I stop, Hayley’s eyes land on my again. Her face is damp, and I notice the tears sliding down her temples. Brushing the hair from her face, I ask, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

Her hands come up and she smooth’s the frown between my brows. Shaking her head, she replies, “No, it was… I just…”

I silence her with a kiss. “I know. I love you, too.”

Epilogue

~ Four Years Later ~

~ July ~

~ Cameron ~

I lean against the frame of our kitchen door and watch Hayley and Ari dance around the kitchen. Ari’s long brown locks, matching Hayley’s in both color and length, fly around her face as she spins in wild circles. Hayley laughs as her red summer dress flares up and shows off her bare thighs. She’s as gorgeous as the day I met her, and even after four years together, my need for her grows stronger with each passing day. So much has happened, and yet, I feel like Hayley and I are still the same. We drive each other insane more often than not, and we fight like an old married couple, but our love for each other, for our family, is unending.

Ari stops abruptly, having spotted me from the corner of her eye. “Daddy!” she yells, darting around the kitchen table and launching herself into my waiting arms. “Hey princess. You ready for your party?”

“Yes!” she claps her hands excitedly and beams down at me. “Can I go put my dress on now?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart, you’ll have to ask your mom.”

Just then, Hayley comes to my side and wraps her arms around my waist. She stretches onto her toes, and gives me a gentle, lingering kiss.

“Good morning, husband,” she whispers, her smile blinding in its brilliance.

“Good morning, wife.”

“Eeeeew.” Ari scrunches her nose. “That’s gross.”

I chuckle. “I hope you
always
feel that way about kissing,” I tell Ari. “Boys are gross.”

Hayley arches a brow at me and smiles at Ari. “Sweetheart, go get ready, Nana and aunty Candice will be here soon.”

Ari jumps from my arms and runs up the stairs, bouncing with energy. When we’re alone, my arms snake around Hayley’s waist and hold her as close as possible. We’ve been married for a year, and shortly after our wedding, I adopted Ari, making her my daughter. It was the second happiest day of my life, the first being the day Hayley and I said our vows and became Mr. and Mrs. Cameron Argent. That’s not the only ‘big event’ we’ve experienced together. When I graduated from college, I decided it was time to make
my
dreams come true, instead of doing what I thought my father would’ve wanted out of guilt. My mother told me he’d want me to be happy, regardless of what I wanted to do. My father’s company was sold, and with my portion of the profits I started my own restaurant. I also helped Hayley start her own photography studio, which is what she wanted after she graduated last year. Her father has also become a permanent fixture in our lives, making up for all the years he wasn’t there for her while she was growing up. He adores Ari and loves his role as grandpa more than Hayley thought was possible. But like most of the people in our family, he is smitten with her. Hannah, who is now happily engaged, works as a sports photographer in Chicago, and flies home twice a month to visit. As for Noah, he has stopped his man-whoring ways and is actually dating Hayley’s assistant at the studio, Lisa. Hayley freaked out when she got wind of it, but seems to have warmed up to the idea after seeing them together at our wedding.

“What are you thinking about so hard, buttercup?”

Hayley looks up at me, her face glowing but her eyes sad. “I wish Gama was here,” she says quietly. “I miss her so much.”

“I’m sorry,” I murmur, lifting her chin so that our lips touch. Hayley’s grandmother died of breast cancer two years ago, and it was one of the most difficult things we’ve had to face together. By the time the doctors diagnosed her, it was too late, and there wasn’t more they could do. It was the toughest four months imaginable, but in the end, Gama Tanner ended up in a better place. We knew that. But her absence is still felt and I know Hayley misses her, especially now that we are talking about growing our family, and having a baby of our own.

“I just wish she was here, to see everything.”

“She’s watching over us everyday, and probably rolling her eyes because of all the sex we’ve been having.”

Hayley chuckles. “Is that all you can think about right now, Mr. Argent?”

“Yes, Mrs. Argent, because you’re the sexiest wife ever, and I can’t wait to have you pregnant with my baby.”

Hayley sighs and wraps her arms around my neck. “I love you, Cam.”

“I love you, too, buttercup.”

“Always?”

“Always and forever.”

The End

~ Coming Next from Tamsyn Bester ~

Destined to Fall

~ Synopsis ~

When Cassey Emerson graduated high school 3 years ago, she packed her bags and left the dusty trailer park she called home in the rear view mirror. Since then, she has worked hard to give herself the life, and career, that she always dreamed of. As the Publishing Assistant at Knight Media, her dreams are slowly but surely coming true…

But something is missing…

Kyler Knight is young, rich and the heir to the multi-million dollar fortune that is known as ‘Knight Media’ – the biggest and most successful media company in Chicago. When his father decides it’s time for Kyler to learn the ropes as successor, he didn’t think it would include working with someone like Cassey Emerson.

Their attraction is immediate and Kyler is everything Cassey should stay away from. He can’t give her what she wants, but that doesn’t stop him from pursuing her. When one passionate night changes everything, Cassey must decide whether or not she can accept what Kyler is offering, or walk away from how he makes her feel.

Suddenly, things change, lines are blurred, hearts are broken and Cassey is left to pick up the pieces after her hot, steamy relationship with Kyler becomes so much more…

Can she move forward or was she always destined to fall?

*This is an Adult Contemporary Romance Novel. Recommended for readers 18+ *

~ Read Chapter One ~

Chapter 1

~ Cassey ~

His hands trail up my naked torso, cupping each breast and rubbing my nipples until they harden under the pad of his thumb. My back arches, seeking more of him, of his touch. When his hands move back down, I whimper at the loss of contact until I feel his hot, wet tongue start to tease and suck each breast in turn. A flame coils in my belly, causing an ache that only he can soothe. I try to move my hands so that I can run them through his glorious, rich brown locks but they’re restrained. I pull a little harder and feel cool metal biting into my skin. Handcuffs. My disappointment at being unable to touch him is soon wiped away when he moves his head farther down, licking my sensitive flesh. I feel his tongue dip into my navel and I squirm, eager for him to keep going. He chuckles and the sound of his deep voice travels to where I’m starving for him.

“My gorgeous, greedy, little Peach,” he breathes. His hands stop at my hips and he uses his knee to nudge my thighs apart, exposing me to him completely. “Look at me,” he commands. “I want you to watch me use my tongue to make you come.” I shiver. “Cassey,” he growls. My eyes snap open and I look into his clear blue eyes, a storm of lust and hunger swirling viciously in their depths. He licks his lips and a moan slips from between my slightly parted lips.

“Oh please,” I beg, unable to help myself. He’s driving me wild and I’m being consumed by my own ravenous need. I want him to own me, consume me and give me what I crave. Him.

His lips kiss my inner thigh on one side and then he kisses the other, his dangerous blue eyes never leaving mine. “Please what, baby?” he teases. He wants me to tell him what I want, but only because it turns him on to hear me say the words ‘Fuck Me’. The wicked grin on his face makes me feel like a helpless rabbit about to be devoured by a wolf. A big bad wolf. He leans down and I hear him inhale. “Hmmm,” he mumbles. “Sweet as a Georgia peach.” I watch as he lifts my legs and wraps them around his neck. My heart is already racing but by some miracle it increases in speed. “Tell me what you want, Cassey,” he growls again. He is so bossy. And it’s such a fucking turn on.

“I want -” I lick my dry lips and force the words out from my very dry mouth. “I want you to fuck me, Kyler.” He grins widely. My big bad wolf. His eyes stay glued to mine as his head dips and I hold my breath in anticipation. His tongue dives between my slick folds and the heat and moisture assaults my clit. My hips buck and I feel him smile against me. He likes teasing me, pushing me until the edge is within reach and then pulling me back. His tongue slides between my sensitive lips until it reaches the little hub of nerves he’s searching for. The familiar pressure builds and when I think I’m ready to crash, his mouth pulls back. I struggle to catch my breath, panting loudly until his mouth covers mine. I taste myself on him, which only serves to increase my arousal. “Please,” I breathe into his mouth. “I don’t think I can-” my words are cut off when he slowly slips one finger into me and then another, beginning the slow, torturous process of teasing my clit all over again. My hips start moving and fall into rhythm with his fingers while I ride his hand. “Yes,” I breathe harshly. “Oh my God, yes.”