Yours to Own and Love

That voice. That purr. That slight gravel to the baritone. The man brushes past me, and my dad goes for the handshake, but the guy laughs and gives him a hug instead, clapping him on the back. “Anyways, I’m here. "

Dad chuckles, pulling away from the dark-haired man. My heart starts to beat faster, and my face pales as I try and tell myself “no fucking way.”

“Thanks, man,” Dad says with a grin.

“And I am sorry I’m late.”

“Hey, you’re here.” Dad’s eyes suddenly glance past him at me. “Oh, Cam, I’d like to finally introduce you to Estella.” Camden is grinning as he turns to me, but suddenly, it drops from his face like a rock. We both pale, and my heart skips a beat.

Oh fuck me sideways.

“Estella…” he croaks out, his eyes wide and the color draining from his face.

My dad beams proudly. “Cam, meet my sunshine, my daughter.”

Camden. My mystery man from last night, who I gave my virginity to, and who rocked my entire world, is Camden—my dad’s business partner and best friend.

“Pleasure to meet you, Estella,” he growls quietly, his voice edged. He puts his hand out, and I take it. The touch sends a shiver down my spine, and a swell of heat through my core.

“Nice to meet you too,” I croak out.

“Lovely!” Dad chuckles, clapping his hands together. “Alright, we ready to do this? Ready to get this party going?” I blink as my hand drops from Cam's, but our eyes stay locked.

“Uh, yeah,” he murmurs emptily. “Yeah, let’s, uh, do this."

“Totally,” I choke out.

I stare at Camden, and instantly, my mind is flooded with every fucking detail of last night and this morning—every touch, every lick, every aching moan and fevered thrust. And I can still feel him in my panties, dripping from my pussy, just like he wanted.

The event planner ushers us to our places, and the music starts. I glance over, past my dad and the minister, and I blush deeply as I realize Camden is looking right back at me. I quickly look ahead, my face burning as a mix of cringe-worthy embarrassment and burning hot desire flood through me.

Oh, this is not good. Not good at all.

***

CAMDEN's POV

This is not good.

I stare at her, the girl from last night from somewhere in my dreams—the girl who I laid eyes on and knew was perfection. I just fucking stare at her, and all I can think of is the how she moaned. All I see when I look at her is the gorgeous body I know is under that dress. All I can think of is how she moved for me, and how she fucking tastes.

And she’s my best friend’s daughter.

The ground feels like it’s going to give out under me. My entire body is on edge, like I’m hovering over knives. And yet even with all of that, I look at Estella, and my cock twitches.

I’ve known Maverick for years, and of course I’ve heard all about Estella.

Maverick has given me so fucking much. Hell, he’s not even just a best friend, he’s like a brother, or a father as I like to joke sometimes. But the bottom line is, almost everything I have is because of him.

And I just fucked his daughter.

Like, literally three hours ago. I’m willing to bet my cum is still dripping out of her tight little pink cunt, filling those lacy black panties.

I groan.

Maverick clears his throat, and I turn to glance at my friend.

“So where were you last night? You left the gala unannounced.”

“Nowhere,” I answer way too quickly. I frown. “I mean, I went somewhere. Emergency.”

Maverick raises a brow, grinning. “Emergency, huh?”

“Nothing crazy,” I mumble, feeling Estella's baby blue eyes on me.

The thing is, this isn’t me. I never pick up girls. Hell, I know I probably look and fit the part to the letter—relatively young, rich, in great shape. I never knew my dad, but I can thank my Greek mother for my looks. Mom was a model back in the day, and she’s still a damn knockout.

But even with all of that, I don’t “pick up girls.” Especially not at a party. I’m too busy with work, and besides that, it doesn’t interest me in the slightest. I’m not a one-night guy. Hell, for the last few years, I’ve barely been an anything guy when it comes to women. I haven’t had time to date at all— first too busy working my way through building my organisation. I

Maverick turns away to speak to the Minister, and I realize I’m just staring at Estella. She looks back at me, her brow furrowed and a little scowl on her face. I arch a brow at her, and she blushes before she frowns even deeper and glances away. The event planner walks over and rubs her hands together.

“It’s time!”

The ceremony is a blur to me. I’m just staring past them at Stella— who rocked my fucking world last night. Estella whose sweet little pussy wrung every drop of cum from my balls. Stella who danced like a temptress and fucked like a demon. Estella whose pussy I can still taste on my tongue. Estella who I want more of.

The crowd cheers at something the MC of the event had said, breaking my thoughts. Maverick and Marion hold hands and waltz around, moving to the music. I hesitate, but the MC is shoves me forward.

“Hold her hand!” he hisses, pushing me into Estella.

I lock eyes with gorgeous brunette with the piercing blue eyes that fucking slayed me last night, and she blushes, her lips tight. We hold hands, hers so small in mine, and so warm. And we walk down the path.

We cut the cake, still acting like everything was normal. But fuck, we can’t just waltz around this and pretend last night, and this morning never happened. And I’m sure as fuck not going to just hang out with my dick in my hands waiting to see if Estella tells her dad everything.

When everyone was distracted and congratulating Maverick on both his birthday and engagement, I grab Estella and yank, dragging her off and into a side room. The door slams shut, and she whirls on me.

“What the fuck!” she hisses.

“What the fuck?” I growl back. “What the fuck you!” I spit.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Her jaw drops, and this fury clouds her gorgeous face. “Excuse me?” She seemed offended but I could care less.

“You’re Maverick's daughter!”

Her eyes narrow. “Yes.”

“And you didn’t think to mention that?"

She stares at me incredulously, and I know how fucking dumb it sounds." Oh, I’m sorry,” she sneers. “Did you take a second to walk me through your family tree last night?” she hisses angrily.

I swear, whirling and shoving a hand into my dark hair. “Shit.” I grunt. “This is bad.”

“Well, geez, make a girl feel fucking special,” Estella hisses.

I turn, my eyes locking with hers. “You know what the hell I mean, Estella. ” But I pause. She actually does look more than a little stung by my words, and I curse myself for being such a douche about this. Fuck, I didn’t know who the hell she was, but she obviously didn’t know who I was either. I move closer to her, and she looks up and scowls at me.

“Don’t you fucking touch—”

“Let’s get one thing straight,” I growl.

“Yeah?” She sneers. “And what’s that?”

“Last night was fucking incredible.”

She stiffens and then blushes, blinking. “Oh,” she says quietly.

“And so was this morning.” I move closer to her, and she gasps as I move right into her. “But Jesus fucking Christ, Maverick's your dad.”

She swallows, biting her lower lip before her eyes slide up to mine. “Look, you think my dad would kill you for, well, me.”

“I don't think! I know, "I grunt.

“Well, it’s not like he’d be thrilled with me either, okay?” she mutters. “Look, we both were a little wild, and we didn’t know, right?”

“Right,” I swallow. “And we’re both adult—” I freeze. “How old are you?”

Estella rolls her eyes. “Eighteen, relax.” I stare at her and she glares back at me. “What, you want my ID?"

I let out a slow breath of relief while at the same time cursing myself for being so fucking reckless last night. I mean she’s drop dead gorgeous, but she did look young last night. Thank God she’s not that young.

“Would it have stopped you if I wasn’t?” she throws at me.

“Easily,” I growl.

She grins saucily, and I feel the fire roar inside of me. Fuck, she’s a wildcat, this one. “So, now what,” I mutter, running my fingers through my hair and letting out a tired sigh.

“We go out there and keep our fucking mouths shut. Because I doubt my dad would be thrilled about me screwing his secretary.” She eyed me, folding her arms.

I growl lowly, my jaw grinding. Little brat. “I’m not his secretary.”

“Whatever you say. And I know he wouldn’t be cool with you taking his daughter’s—with sleeping with me."

“Yeah, I somehow doubt that too,” I grunt.

“So, we just met here at the birthday party. That’s our story?”

I nod. “Exactly.”

“And last night ever happened.”

I nod, but the heat pulses through me. I move closer to her, my eyes locking with hers. “But it did,” I growl.

“Yeah,” she breaths. “It did.” I move even closer, so close that we’re almost touching, and Estella's breath catches.“What are you doing?"

“Nothing,” I growl, my eyes burning into hers as raw desire burns through me like diesel fuel.

I swear I’m about to reach out and grab her, and kiss her, and rip that fucking dress off of he right here, damn the consequences. But just then, her phone rings in her bag. She lets out a small breath of air, her cheeks red as she quickly pulls away from me and takes it out of her clutch. She looks at it and swears.

“Shit,” she mutters. “Fuck, we’re needed for the birthday party pictures.”

“Right, yeah, let’s get—” But suddenly, I freeze. Suddenly, something she said a second ago that tripped me for a moment but that I then forgot comes rushing back to the forefront of my mind.

***Whatever you say. And I know he wouldn’t be cool with you taking his daughter’s—with sleeping with me.***

My eyes widen, and as she walks past me, I suddenly whirl and grab her arm. She gasps as I yank her back, staring at her like I’ve seen a ghost.

“What the fuck?” She hissed.

“What were you about to say, before?”

She scowls at me. “What?” She blinks quickly, shaking my hands off her arm and turning for the door. But I stalk after her and slam my hand against the door over her shoulder, stopping her. She whirls at me, annoyed.

Something cold shivers through me. “Before, you said ‘I know he wouldn’t be cool with you taking his daughter’s…’” I frown. “His daughter’s what, Estella?,” I growl quietly.

She turns red, swallowing quickly and wetting her pink lips with her tongue. “Let’s go, we’re going to be late.” But I don’t move my hand one centimeter, because I think I know where this is going, and holding onto the door might just be what keeps me from falling right over.

“Estella.”

“Forget it, okay?” she snaps. “Let’s just go.” She’s so flippantly dismissive of it, that instantly, I know I’m right. My eyes go wide, and my pulse roars in my ears.

Oh fuck.

I breathe, and I blink, and when Estella takes a shaky breath herself and turns back to me, I know without question that it’s true. “Are you…” I swallow. “Were you a virgin?”

“Can we just go take pic—”

“Yes or no,” I growl quietly.

Estella blinks, her big blue eyes looking up into mine as she swallows thickly. Her arms hug herself, and she shrugs nonchalantly as her eyes bore into mine, unblinking and unflinching now. “Yes,” she mutters. “I was.” She whirls, knocks my arm away, and swings the door wide as she waltz’s right out.

Oh fuck.