Far From the Usual

far from the usualFar From the Usual

 

He’s her ex’s brother, yet Arden Windham aches to be in Cam Mercer’s arms. The man is rude and obnoxious, his blue eyes cold and unfeeling, but he makes her body melt. Being with ex-con Cam is nowhere in her plans, not if she wants the affection she’s worked so hard to gain from her overbearing father. Still, Cam’s touch is unlike anything she’s ever felt and Arden finds herself having to choose between her wants and her needs.

Cameron Mercer is his family’s black sheep, a man apart. For six months he watched Arden waste her time with his twin and now she’s free, he’s not waiting another minute. He’s on a campaign to get her off the tight rope she’s been walking. There’s a rebel behind that smooth façade and he’s on a mission to set Arden free. Too bad she insists on putting up a fight.

 

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“What the hell is your problem with me, Mr. Mercer?” She brushed wet hair from her eyes and glared up at him. “Did I kill your puppy or something?”

He shrugged and her gaze darted to those shoulders.

Briefly.

“I don’t like you,” he said.

What? Arden gaped up at him. She would never cop to how much of a slap those words were. “Everybody likes me.”

He laughed in her face. “You’re a spoiled, entitled rich kid.”

Where the hell did he get off? “You don’t know me.” She poked him in the chest. “You don’t know shit about me, so you have no right to judge me.”

Water dripped from his hood and down his chin. “My brother knew, right? And it seems he had enough of you.”

“Fuck you!” She lifted her hand to punch him in the freaking nose, but Cam grabbed her wrists. She fought him, kicking at his shins. “Get your hands off me, you son of a bitch.”

He lifted her off her feet and brought her down on the hood of his truck. Arden struggled as he grabbed her nape and brought their heads close. “Does daddy know how dirty his little girl’s mouth is?” His lips brushed her ear, and Arden shivered.

Damn. She struggled harder, but his grip held her immobile. Rain poured, soaking her tight white dress, molding it to her skin.

“Did my brother get any of those dirty words or are they all for me?” His fingers at her nape tightened as his bulky frame covered her vision, and Arden inhaled his scent of clean soap and anger. Her nipples beaded.

She tried sliding out from under his hold, but only succeeded in sprawling backward on the truck’s slick hood. Lifting her hands, she clutched his arms. “Cam.” She heard the whimper in her voice, but rejected it.

She didn’t whimper.

He lifted his head, met her eyes, and her tremors got rougher. His fingers at her nape flexed. The coolness in his eyes bled away, leaving only heat. Leaving only flames.

“No.” She shook her head. It wasn’t right, but her pussy was all wet. She tightened her grip on his forearm and reminded him, “You don’t like me.”

His lips curved, his hold on her slackened and she scrambled away, nearly falling to the ground in her attempt to get away. Cam grabbed her hand, yanked her into his chest. Arden held her breath to avoid breathing in the clean rain-soaked scent of him.

“I don’t have to like you to want you, princess.”


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