The Way With You (The Way #2)
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Authors: Anne Mercier
the way with you
(the way, book 1)
International Bestselling Author
Anne Mercier
the way with you
Back To Me, Book 2
Finding a "happily ever after" was hard enough.
Keeping it is even harder.
Olivia Brennan and Cameron Stone have both gone through Hell and back to finally find their way to each other. With obstacles set against them, the struggle to stay connected is harder than ever. Between their academic schedules, Olivia's newfound campus infamy, and a conniving ex stirring up trouble, Liv and Cam begin to struggle to keep what they've worked so hard for
But when something unexpected fractures their trust, they must decide if they can repair what's left of their fragile love or will they discover that "happily ever after" is just for fairytales?
The Rockstar Series
Falling Down(#1)
Blush (#2)
A Very Xander Christmas (#2.5) (Free short story)
Amplify(#3)
Interlude(#4)
Ballad(#5)
Lullabye (#6)
A Very Xander Christmas 2 (#6.5) (Free short story)
The Truths Series
Whispered Truths (#1)
Back To Me Series
The Way Back To Me
The Way With You
The Way With You
ISBN: 978-0-9971000-9-9
Copyright ©2016 Anne Mercier
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Editor
: Nicole at Proof Before You Publish
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PERSONAL NOTE: The only pirate I like is Johnny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow and Captain Morgan, which means I'd appreciate if you'd keep my books to yourself. Pirating shows a clear lack of respect for the author—me. I'd rather not meet you on bad terms, so let's not do that, let's not meet that way. Let's meet at a signing or conference instead, or let's go have a cup of coffee or a drink—maybe some of that Captain Morgan! Thank you for respecting the time and effort put into each book. I appreciate it very much.
To The Readers- I'm blessed to have each and every one of you reading my books. Thank you!
To The Bloggers – Thank you for everything you do.
To The Rockstar Group – You make my days brighter. The way the group has formed, I consider it a family. Thanks for being a part of it.
To Mandi Wathey, Kathi Field, and Nicole Bailey – Thank you for helping me brainstorm. Thank you for reading the scenes when I'm plagued with doubt. Thank you for calming me down when I'm so nervous I want to puke. And most of all, thank you for being my best friends. I appreciate you more than you know.
To My Sister, Shelly – Thanks for being there for me when I'm freaking out, when I'm talking about things you have no clue about, and for keeping me stocked with fruit and candy. You're the best!
To My Mom – Who gets first read through of the finished product and
always
gives me honest feedback and constructive criticism. I appreciate both—thanks for believing, mom.
To My Dad – For your silent support and pride. Thank you your unwavering faith.
To Harper Bentley, Sapphire Knight, Dawn Stanton, TC Matson, Rhonda James, and Tracy Burke for helping me keep it real. Your belief in me helps me get through any doubt. Mwah!
To Rachel Van Dyken – You are one of the sweetest, most generous people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Thank you for reading The Way Back To Me when I know you were loaded with deadlines. Thank you for helping me feed the need for your Eagle Elite series by supplying me with ARCs. You totally rock!
To My Awesome PAs, Melissa Mendoza and Jaime S. Burns –You make my life easier in so many ways. You both are Godsends.
To My Street Team – Mandi Wathey, Melissa Ann, Jennifer Smith, Kelly Emery, Heather Wish, Kathi Field, and Veronica Garcia – You are my helpers and my promoters and my strongest supporters. I love you guys.
To Cassy Roop of Pink Ink Designs – Thanks for being so accommodating and kind. I'm so happy to have you making my books so beautiful! You're amazing!
To Sara Eirew – Photographer and cover designer extraordinaire as well as true friend – You are amazing. Thank you so much for making me the most beautiful covers ever!
To Nicole Bailey – Who worked through this book even while she was unwell. Thank you so, so much.
the way with you – Liv – playlist
DEDICATION
To Dylan, Isaac, and Todd-
Thank you for sharing Nicole with me when I need her—and that's a lot!
I truly appreciate your sacrifice.
"Something wicked this way comes."
-
Ray Bradbury
"OMIGOD, CAM!" I cry out as he thrusts into me, sending me over the edge into the abyss of pleasure only he can take me to.
"Come for me, Kitten," he growls as he pumps into me hard and fast. He lets out a groan and he slows down, his movements jerky as he finds his own release. I keep moving my hips, drawing out his pleasure just as he does for me.
"Holy fuck," he breathes out.
"You're so fucking good at that."
"I was just thinking the same thing about you." Our breathing is ragged as we cuddle together.
"You're going to kill me one of these times, Kitten. Those nails clawing my back and your pussy squeezing my cock," he shakes his head.
"If I'm too much for you…" I tease.
He pulls me closer, nuzzling my neck, and tickling me.
"Bully!" I cry and he chuckles.
"Not anymore." He looks down at me with so much love, it almost doesn't seem real. "I love you, Olivia."
"I love you, Cameron."
He kisses me softly, so softly. I love when he kisses me like this.
"I have something for you," he tells me with a grin.
"You do?" I perk up.
"Mhmm." He digs in his nightstand drawer and pulls out a flat rectangular box. We sit cross-legged facing one another, his knees touching mine. When he hands it to me and I can't stop my smile.
"What is it?" His knee bumps mine.
"Open it and see."
I look down at the box, then up at him, then back down. I open the box revealing a silver umbrella necklace. The raindrops are sapphires and the umbrella is green with emeralds, the umbrella pole diamonds. "Cameron," I whisper.
"You said my eyes reminded you of emeralds that day…" I nod.
"And you said mine reminded you of sapphires."
He nods back, taking the box from me and pulling out the necklace.
“And diamonds for my kitten.” I turn around, lifting my hair for him to put it on. "This way," he says, working to fasten the clasp, "you'll always have my umbrella to cover you. No more punishing rain for you."
"Oh Cam, this is…" I break off and sniffle, turning to throw myself at him, hugging him close.
"It's perfect."
"I'm glad you like it, Kitten."
"I love it!" I kiss him again, starting to heat things up. I can never get enough of him and I hope he can never get enough of me.
There's a knock at the door and I snicker when he curses.
"Five more minutes and I'd have had to cut a bitch," I say and Cam laughs.
"I'd have been buried deep inside you and then they could have fucked off," he replies, pulling his boxer briefs and jeans on.
This is only the third time I've been in his bedroom at the frat house and, while the privacy isn't the greatest, I like hanging with the guys and their girlfriends-or whatevers.
I pull Cam's t-shirt over my head and he opens the door.
"Hello Cameron," a silky female voice says and I stiffen.
"Alison? What the fuck are you doing here?" he asks, his tone not at all welcoming.
"I go to school here now, silly. Aren't you happy to see me?"
Alison.
Cam's first girlfriend.
A witch worse than Brittany.
This is going to be fun.
I walk over to Cam and snuggle into his side, his arm automatically wrapping around me. I love that.
Alison scoffs. "Really, Cameron. You can do so much better."
"Watch yourself," Cam warns.
"I'd heard you were slumming it, but this one?" she keeps going.
"Yep, Alison, it's
me
-Olivia Brennan. The only time Cam was slumming was when he was with you pretending you were anything more than a cheap piece of ass," I slam back. I don't know where the words come from but, holy cow, I like it.
Alison raises a brow. "Well, well. The muppet found her voice."
"What the fuck do you want, Alison?" Cam bites out.
"To see you," she breathes as she reaches out and runs a perfectly manicured finger down his chest.
I slap her hand and it falls to her side. Her mouth tightens, her brow furrows, her nostrils flare—how had I never noticed how ugly Alison is when she's angry?
"Just
what
do you think you're doing?" she seethes.
"Listen, Alison," I begin, stepping forward, out of Cam's embrace. "I was a different person in high school."
"So?"
I look over my shoulder at Cam and his brows are raised. I turn back to a deformed-faced Alison and smirk. "So… that means I've found more than my voice. I'm not afraid of you anymore."
If I could lie it off, I'd have no ass right now—totally lied off. I'm working very hard to hide the fact my entire body is shaking.
"I'm not afraid of you, Muppet, but you damn well should be afraid of me." She extends her index finger with a flick. She turns to walk away, calling over her shoulder, "Watch your back."
We watch as she turns the corner and Cam pulls me back into his room. He's holding me up at this point. My body's quaking so hard, my teeth are chattering. That bitch did some horribly mean things in high school—and not just to me.
"Are you okay?" Cam asks, helping me to sit on the bed.
