28. Cameron
Chapter 28
Cameron
T his past weekend has been a whirlwind of emotions, from Stormy's confessions, the anniversary of my parents' death, and the status change of my relationship with Everett. I loved him in the dark for so long that loving him in the light doesn't feel real, but it's where we are. After the grand gesture he made at the game on Saturday, garnering the attention of the entire Bulldog stadium, I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. I was soaring the rest of the day. The day I lost my parents will always be a sorrowful day, one of reflection and remembrance, but the memories don't have to all be bad. Year by year, moment by moment, the bad memories can be replaced with good ones. I no longer have to look back on that day with only sadness. I now have a happy memory to balance out the hurt. I lost people I loved, but I also gained a heart I may never have had. The second I step out of the shower, my phone pings.
Stormy: Are you busy tonight? I was hoping we could talk.
We keep missing each other. She wasn't at work on Saturday, which sucked. I wanted to catch up with her and see if I could pull more details out of her. Then on Sunday when she was in the shop, I wasn't. I spent the day with Mackenzie talking about the house and doing best friend shit, which included laying poolside and spilling the tea on all the things Everett and me. It figures she'd want to hang out tonight when I am unavailable.
Cameron: I have the charity gala tonight for the MacBeth Foundation.
There is no way I can miss it, even though Everett has told me a million times that he completely understands if I don't want to attend. After my parent's accident, Everett and Moira moved the event to the fall for obvious reasons, but given Moira's pregnancy, things changed this year. I don't love attending the event so close to the date my life was forever changed, but I also don't want people to tiptoe around me and treat me like I'm fragile. I lost my parents, they didn't. For the rest of the world, life moves forward, but I also don't want to be left behind or excluded for fear that I might break. Plus, tonight is another one of those times where I get to fill my memory jar with happy moments, ones that help replace the bad. Tonight, I'm not just an attendee at the gala. I'm Everett Callahan's date.
Stormy: Will you be at the stadium tomorrow?
What is tomorrow? I pull up my calendar app. I know tomorrow is Thursday, but I've been juggling a lot between the stadium, my business, and my new house. Things are starting to run together.
Cameron: Yes, I'll be in around 9 am.
Connor asked me to come in early to brainstorm ideas for surprising Everett at the last game.
Stormy: I'll bring coffee.
I send a thumbs up to her message and then set my phone down. I told her nine a.m., but I'll arrive closer to eight a.m. Connor and I should be done before she gets there, and I'll be ready for another cup of coffee. I quickly grab my vitamin C serum and start moisturizing my face. I'm running behind and I need to pull the redness out of my skin after forgetting to wear sunscreen this weekend.
"Why are you getting ready in here?"
"Jeez, you scared the shit out of me," I say, clenching my towel tight as I practically jump out of my skin. When I look up, Everett stands behind me, donning a suit and tie, looking exquisitely dapper and oh-so edible. His dark locks are styled back in a long fade; his beard is neatly trimmed and immaculately sculpted, highlighting his chiseled jaw and those eyes. Fuck, I redirect my focus back to the mirror. We don't have time for what those eyes do to me. I start rubbing in the serum when he approaches me and kisses my shoulder. My skin instantly pebbles under his caress.
"You didn't answer my question," he says as the pad of his thumb gently drags down the side of my arm.
I blink away the fog threatening to settle and try to remember what question he even asked. "All of my makeup is in here." The hand that was skimming my arm wraps around the one I have holding my towel, and in one swift movement, his fingers expertly loosen mine, and my towel drops to the floor.
"I'll move them for you," he says as his lips trail up my neck and big hands cup my heavy breasts.
"It's fine. I don't need to move twice," I stutter out with bated breath. "When I pack all this up, it will be to move into my new house."
"I think you mean our new house." His fingers pinch my nipples, making my pussy clench. "Where you go, I go."
"Everett, I need to get ready. We're going to be late."
"Then we will be late." His eyes find mine in the mirror. "I've already waited long enough to make you mine. The world can wait a little longer to have you." His hands give my breasts one more firm squeeze before they slowly drift down my hips as his lips start trailing open-mouthed kisses down my back. "I'll be quick, I just need a taste." His teeth nip at the curve of my ass. "I want this pussy to come on my face so I can smell you and be reminded of what I have, of what's mine, all night."
His fingers dig into my hips, and I hiss. "Everett, we don't know how to be quick."
"That's a terrible argument if I've ever heard one. Bend over and spread your legs, sunshine." When I hesitate, he slaps my ass. "Now," he orders. I've barely moved into position when his palms grip my cheeks hard, spreading me wide before his tongue runs straight over my puckered hole. I shrink into myself in a way I never have. I'm very body-positive and confident. I've done a lot of things, but no one has ever put their mouth on me there. "Every inch of you tastes like heaven." My mind barely has time to sort through the emotions flooding my body before his tongue spears my pussy deep, and the groan of undiluted ecstasy vibrates through his groan.
"Mmm," I moan with a half whimper as I grip the counter to steady myself. As his tongue and lips alternate between sucking and fucking me, his thumb finds its way to my tight hole. He hasn't tried anything back there yet, and I haven't asked, but I already know I want it. I want everything with him. When he doesn't meet any resistance, he pushes the tip in. "God, yes," I pant as my senses are overwhelmed. There's no way the man I've fantasized about since I was a teenager is on his knees for me right now in a suit and tie with my pussy in his mouth.
"You like this, sunshine?"
"I like everything with you."
His thumb pushes in further at the same time his tongue spears my pussy, and I come without warning.
"So good," he mumbles as he licks me through my orgasm.
"Fuck me, Ev." It comes out as a half plea, half demand. Oral sex is foreplay. I need him to fill me and stretch me to be fully satisfied.
"I thought we didn't have time for that." He tosses my words back at me. "Maybe if you ask nicely, you'll get what you want."
"Please, Daddy, I want your cock inside of me." He coughs, and his hands fall away as the realization of the words I chose sinks in. "Shit, Everett. I didn't mean it that way. It's your suit and this moment. Me, naked before you in my bathroom. You're fully dressed, looking sexy as hell, exuding power the way you always do when you wear them." I bite my lip. "And I like it when you're rough with me, when you take me the way you want me, when you lose control and don't treat me like I'll break." I try to turn around, but he stops me, and for a second, I believe I ruined the moment.
"Does that turn you on?"
"What?" I ask, searching his face. That's when I see his tongue dip out and moisten his bottom lip. My comment may have caught him off guard, but he doesn't hate it.
"Calling me daddy, does it turn you on?" His eyes meet mine in the mirror as he unbuckles his belt.
There's no way he's not into it. I can tell by the way his eyes are already lidded he's more than fucking turned on. He's borderline feral. "I don't know, Daddy hasn't fucked me yet."
"Cameron, I'm going to give this to you once," he says, his hands gripping my hips as he pulls me back onto his hard length, running it through my slick folds. "I'll always give you what you want, but you tell me if it's too much." I nod, more than ready for him to pound into me. He smacks my ass. "Words, Cameron."
"Yes, I'll tell you if it's too much."
"Good." His tip nudges my entrance, and his eyes lock onto mine in the mirror. "You ready to take Daddy's cock like a good girl?"
I push back on his cock. "As long as you're ready to fuck me like I'm bad."
"Fuck," he hisses. "You're going to pay for that."
"I'm counting on it."
He growls before his fingers dig into my hips, and he pulls back, his eyes dropping to my ass before he slams back in, drawing out a whimper. His eyes flash to mine, and when he's convinced he sees lust and not pain, he repeats the move again. I watch him in the mirror as he bottoms out hard two more times, biting his lip every time he sees his cock covered in my juices. When he catches me watching, he says, "The only thing better than being inside of you is watching you while I'm there. Don't look at me. Look at you." He slams in hard again. "The way those full breasts sway every time I hit that spot deep inside of you." His hands slide up my hips, his fingers lightly trailing up my sides. "The way your skin pebbles beneath my touch." His lips find my shoulder. "And the way you flush from your neck to your cheeks when I'm making you feel good." Those firm hands return to my hips, where he braces himself. "You're fucking beautiful, Cameron Salt. A piece of art worthy of marveling. You better get used to me watching because now that I've seen you, I can never unsee you. You're all I ever want to see." His eyes hold mine for a long moment, ensuring I feel the sentiment before dropping back to my ass. "Now Daddy's going to fuck his girl."
He starts a punishing pace, and I watch on in the mirror. This time, admiring all the parts of me he pointed out, seeing them through a new lens. His lens. My breasts are full, my nipples hard from where they graze the cold granite top, my chest is tinged pink from the sun and my desire. His hands on my hips wreck me every time, especially when they are, as they are now, an anchor for him to push inside me as far as he can go. I can feel my juices dripping, and the way he groans when he loses himself is the stuff I live for. "Fuck, you're choking my cock." His eyes come back to mine, his lids heavy with pure adulation. "Come for me, sunshine."
Damn it, his words shatter me as my orgasm grabs hold of me, and my bones turn to dust. "Shit, baby," he says as his arms wrap around my waist. "Talk to me, Cameron. Are you okay?"
"Mm-hmm," I moan, "So good."
He groans a sigh of relief as he buries his face in the crook of my neck, his lips gently pressing into my sensitive skin as he catches his breath. "So perfect, so beautiful, so mine."
As my heart and my head come back down from the bliss I spiraled into, I say, "Now I need another shower."
His teeth nip my heated flesh. "The last thing you will be doing is taking a shower. The glow on your cheeks and my scent covering your body pair perfectly with the dress I laid out on the bed." He slowly pulls out, and my body instantly misses his warmth at my back—until he spins me in his arms and his lips tenderly kiss mine before he pulls back, his thumb caressing my cheek. "While I loved every second of watching you come undone around me, I'm not your daddy." His chocolate gaze holds mine, his eyes studying every second of what he sees reflected in mine. "I'm your, Ev, and you're my sunshine. That's us, and that's everything to me." I nod as my happiness sets on the perfect curves of his slow smile before his lips press against mine once more. "Get dressed." His hand swats my bare cheek once before he releases me and adds, "Before I change my mind and take you to bed instead."
" A re you okay?" Everett asks as we step up to the bar in the outdoor tent blanketed in Edison bulbs and rustic candelabras with wisteria vines draped whimsically over each fixture. It looks like something straight out of a fairytale. My eyes have been drawn to the décor since we walked in. In the past, Moira has held the event at the Four Seasons in St. Louis, but today, the event is being held outside at the Botanical Gardens in Forest Park. Maybe she is trying to make this different besides moving the date so close to my parents' anniversary.
"I'm fine, Ev, really. Stop worrying about me."
Everett doesn't show his nerves, but I can't help but feel like part of why he keeps asking if I'm okay is a projection. Did he go out of his way to make a show out of claiming me at the stadium? Yes. But Moira, his brothers, and his colleagues weren't there. A stadium full of strangers is different from a room full of people you've known for years. Besides helping me out of the town car that dropped us off, he hasn't held my hand or made any other gestures that would signal I'm more than I've ever been, aside from the occasional hand on my lower back to steer me through the crowd. I'm not bothered by it, but I've noticed.
"What can I get you?" the bartender asks.
"I'll have a cognac, neat." His hand finds my lower back, and my body soaks in its tenderness as he leans in and asks, "Do you want a glass of Pinot?"
I nod, my nerves easing slightly, knowing that he sees me. I'm not typically a wine drinker. I prefer my drinks spicy or fermented, but when I go out to a nice restaurant or attend events, I usually order wine because I sip it slowly and pace myself rather than going off the rails. "A glass of Pinot will do."
A familiar face starts walking our way. "I didn't know…" My words die off when I realize Everett is talking to the gentleman on the other side of him. His face is not one I am familiar with. He could be from work or someone associated with the charity.
"You clean up nice, Salt," Nash says as he sidles up next to me.
"Thanks, you don't look too shabby yourself. I would have lost money betting on you owning a suit."
He shrugs. "Yeah, well, when your dad is being honored with an Outstanding Philanthropic Award, you suit up." A smirk pulls at his lips before he adds, "I still wore the boots."
I look down at his feet, and sure enough, he's rocking biker boots, scuffs and all. Why is that sexy? "I'm sorry, I didn't realize your father was connected to the MacBeth Foundation."
"I'm not sure that he is. One of the more expensive parts of developing is making the land usable. He had a friend who was gifted land years ago, but he could never do anything with it because of the terrain and the cost of leveling it. After his wife divorced him and left him broke, my dad cleared him a spot on the property his ex-wife didn't want because she deemed it useless, and the rest was history. He started donating his resources when jobs finished early to area men's shelters, and that led to him buying parcels of cheap land, again, cheap because of the developing costs. After making it usable, he'd donate it back to charities that could use it."
"Wow, that's amazing," I say as the bartender slides me my glass. The conversation I had with Orion suddenly hits differently. Why wouldn't Nash want to be part of that? "You must be proud. No interest in taking over the family business?" I ask before sipping my wine.
He shakes his head, and I can tell by the subtle despondence that crosses his face that the topic isn't one he likes to discuss. "Everyone has their why. He has his, and I have mine."
His eyes drag up my body before landing on mine, and a slow smile starts to break across his face. "What?" I question, unable to hold back my own. I find it hard not to smile at anyone who's smiling at me but add in his handsome dimple, and it is impossible.
"What do you say…" He nods toward the dance floor. "Want to take a spin with me? That dress and the way you look tonight deserve to be seen."
"Um…" I slightly turn to Everett and find his conversation has ended, and his eyes are now curiously trained on me. I can't tell if he's waiting for me to make a move or debating making his own. "I…"