Chapter Four

Cameron

Abbie was doing her best to twist me all around. In every message we shared and every phone call we had, she tried to lead me into a conversation about my family, but I was an expert at evasion. She even tried to keep me from prying into her personal life in a sexy, I'm-a-bad-girl kind of way, but I saw through it each time.

This game we were playing was dangerous. Only problem was, she had no idea I was playing her. She had no idea that I knew about her plans to take down my family, starting with Jax, the oldest out of all of us. She'd fallen down a rabbit hole, and hitting the bottom was going to hurt like hell.

I'd make sure of it.

I arched my brow at Ace when he barged into my room. His hair was green today—a stark change from the blue it'd just been yesterday. I grimaced.

"Green is not your color," I told him bluntly as I shrugged on a plain black button-down shirt. I'd finally gotten Abbie to agree to a date, so I was taking her to Seattle to a nice, expensive restaurant. Women dug that shit, and in my experience, it softened them to know they were being spoiled.

I couldn't wait to see if Abbie would be one of those women who softened or if she would become suspicious. Didn't matter to me which I got; I could work with both.

"Go fuck yourself, Cameron." I snorted. Ace never cared what anyone thought of him, so long as he was happy with his choices. And honestly, good for him. Still wouldn't stop me from giving him shit, though. "Where are you going?" Ace asked, leaning his shoulder against my door frame and crossing his arms over his chest. He eyed me suspiciously. "Are you going out with that woman you've been talking to?"

I arched a brow at him. "Is it any of your business?" I retorted.

He shot me a flat stare. "It's my business when this woman none of us know has you all distracted."

"She's not distracting me," I told him evasively. I wasn't ready to tell any of them yet just what Abbie was. A cop. Someone capable of tearing this club apart. Someone capable of sending all of us to prison if she got too close. If everything went to plan, which I was sure it would, she would stay far away from us once I was done with her.

Ace scoffed. "Riiiiiight," he drawled. "Whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep at night, Cam."

I sighed and turned to face him as I buttoned the last button on my shirt. "Did you need something, or did you only barge into my room to annoy me?"

He rolled his eyes and pushed off the door frame. "I hope you get laid tonight because you clearly need it. Tell her to use a strap-on. Maybe it'll remove the stick from your ass."

Jesus Christ, this kid.

"Ace!" I barked when he turned on his heel, disappearing down the hall. All I got in response was an evil-sounding cackle.

What a fucking brat.

Abbie looked fuckingsinful in a black dress with lacy, full-length sleeves. The dress stopped at mid-thigh on her and hugged her curves, and those fucking heels… Christ, I wanted to bend her over our table and have her for dinner instead of this expensive ass meal I was going to be paying for.

"You look like you want to eat me," Abbie mused once our waiter had delivered our appetizers and we'd ordered our main courses.

I leaned back in my seat as I chewed on the bite of my food. When I reached up to brush a crumb from my lip with my thumb, her pupils blew wide, her eyes widening the slightest bit. The left side of my lips quirked up the tiniest bit with the beginnings of a smirk.

I've got you right where I want you, little devil.

"Little devil, I've been sitting here thinking of laying you out over this table, spreading your thighs open, pulling that tiny scrap of a thong I know you're wearing aside, and burying my face between your thighs…" I glanced to the table before glancing up at her again, "with those sexy fucking heels draped over my shoulders."

A shiver raced down her spine, and her skin flushed, the red spreading down her neck and her chest before disappearing beneath her dress. Her breathing grew the slightest bit heavier, and she seemed lost for words.

Got you.

A deep chuckle sounded from my chest, and I finally released her from my stare, focusing back on my food. It was good—maybe needed a little more seasoning—but I was too hungry to truly care or ask for a different appetizer.

"Did you and your brothers all grow up in foster care?" Abbie asked suddenly. I looked up at her as I grabbed my drink.

"Yeah," I told her with a shrug. "Grew up in the same home for a little while."

She hummed. "And you all just decided to form a motorcycle club?"

I chuckled. "It was Shaw and Konrad's idea, actually," I told her. That was public knowledge, really. "That's why they're the President and the Vice President, despite Jax being the oldest of all of us."

Her brows furrowed at the mention of Jax. "Jax… is his girlfriend… okay?" she asked.

My shoulders shook with silent laughter, a grin splitting my cheeks. Blakely tended to be covered in bruises and bite marks from Jax. Thankfully, I never had to hear them fucking like rabbits since Jax was decent enough to take Blakely to a hotel for the night when they planned to get really rough. I was pretty sure Blakely made him so they wouldn't traumatize Blu and Grey. Jax wasn't really the kind of man to make sure any of us were comfortable about their sex life.

"Blakely is definitely okay," I assured her. "She… likes what Jax does to her."

Abbie's frown deepened at that news, and she stared at her food for a long few seconds before looking back up at me. "Your club—what do you guys do?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Charity runs, mostly," I partially lied. It wasn't the whole truth, but I mean, we did do charity runs sometimes, especially when it centered around foster kids.

"What kind?" she asked, cocking her head to the side the slightest bit.

"This and that," I told her. "Whatever we feel like."

She arched a brow at me, looking oddly pleased about something. "You're being evasive, Cameron."

I snorted. "Not evasive," I lied smoothly, nothing giving me away. "We don't like bragging about what we do. It's rude, honestly. And is it really helping people if we're so eager to just blurt what we do to help them?"

She jerked back then, her smug expression falling. I wanted to laugh. "Well, no, I guess not," she muttered. "I'm sorry for prying."

No, you're not, little devil. But I didn't say that out loud. Instead, I just moved my plate to the side as the waiter made his way over to us with our meals. I looked at Abbie once the waiter was gone again. "Tell me, little devil. What made you decide to become a cop?"

She sighed. "Family," she said.

I smirked, amused. "Who's being evasive now?" I teased, crossing my arms over my chest.

She rolled her eyes but still didn't give me an answer. I snorted and picked up my fork to eat my pasta. She was sulking, but that was fine. She was still hot as fuck, even when she was pouting.

Abbie's frustrationwas clear as I drove her back to the mobile home she lived in about ten miles from the clubhouse. Our dinner had gone about much of the same as it'd started—me flirting and surprising her with the filth I let spill past my lips, her asking questions and me being evasive, and me asking questions in turn I knew she wouldn't answer because she was too busy sulking.

She was so fucking hot when she was pouting. It made me want to order her to her knees, bury my fingers in that luscious, pin-straight dark hair, and fuck my cock into her sweet, curious mouth and down her tight throat.

I pulled up beside her car in front of her simple, wooden porch and shifted my truck into park. She stared at her front door for a moment before looking over at me. "Do you want to come in?"

I drummed my fingertips on the steering wheel as I regarded her for a moment. She just evenly met my gaze, refusing to back down. Fuck, I was a little addicted to her backbone. She had a hell of one, and I had to admit, I admired it.

She wasn't bad. Not at all. And honestly, if she wasn't a cop, I'd give something true with her a go. But she was a law enforcement officer, which technically made her off limits for anything even potentially long-term.

I had to be content with this little game I was playing with her. That was all I was allowed.

"Do you know what's going to happen if I follow you into your house?" I asked her.

She nodded. "I do. And I want it."

I pushed open my door. "Say less, little devil. Stay seated. I'll come let you out." I winked at her as I turned to face her, my hand on the top of my door to shut it. "Don't want you hurting yourself or breaking those heels getting down. I have plans for those heels."

Fuck, I loved the way her pupils blew wide every time I surprised her with my dirty words and sensual promises.

When I opened her door, I reached in and grasped her waist before lifting her down from my lifted truck. She ran her eyes over me, a smirk tilting her lips as she tugged her dress down. Didn't know why she bothered; I had plans to shove that dress up around her waist, pull her thong to the side, and fuck her so hard, she forgot her name as soon as we were inside.

"Is it true that men with lifted trucks have small dicks?" she asked, a slight taunt to her voice.

I was too turned on to bother laughing. All I could think about was being inside of her with her tight, wet pussy wrapped around my aching cock.

Wrapping my fingers around her wrist, I beeped my truck lot before leading her to the porch. "Guess you're about to find out, aren't you?"

As soon as she had the door unlocked, I twisted it open and tugged her in after me. My hand wrapped her throat as soon as I kicked the door shut, and then my mouth was on hers. She moaned into the kiss, her fingers curling into my shirt, wrinkling the fabric. When my fingers pressed into her thighs to lift her up, she whimpered into my mouth, her hips rolling along my cock as soon as I pressed into her.

Fuuuuuuck.

"Cameron…" she groaned into my mouth. "Please."

"Christ," I growled, thrusting my hips against her. She was so wet, she left a damp spot on the front of my jeans. "Undo my pants, little devil."

Her hands trembled a little with need and anticipation as she unbuckled my belt and undid the button and zipper on my slacks. And then, she was pulling my cock out. With one hand braced under her ass, I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket and pulled out a condom, letting my wallet drop to the floor after.

I softly laughed when she pulled the condom from my hand and ripped the packaging open with her teeth before rolling the lubed latex down my length. A soft sigh left her lips, and she flicked her eyes up to me.

"The rumor is definitely not true," she breathed.

I smirked at her before kissing her again. Reaching between us, I pulled her soaked thong to the side before notching my dripping, mushroom-tipped cock to her entrance. And then, I was sliding inside of her, a moan sliding from my throat. She was silky and warm and so fucking wet. Fuck, I wasn't going to last.

"This is going to be quick," I growled. "You're so damn wet, little devil."

"Don't need this to be long." She gasped when I pulled out and then pushed back in, her back hitting the wall with a thud. "Fuuuck, Cameron."

I sucked at the skin of her neck as I ruthlessly fucked into her dripping cunt. Her walls fluttered around me over and over and over again as orgasm after orgasm crashed through her body until tears were streaking down her cheeks from how damn good it hurt to come so much.

"I'm coming," I growled into her neck, sucking at the sensitive skin. She screamed my name, tugging at my hair as she came again while I spilled into the condom, my cock throbbing inside of her.

My forehead fell to her damp shoulder, sweat clinging to my own skin. Both of us were breathing heavily, and the entrance to her home smelled like sex and her sweet pussy. Fuck, it was an addictive scent I wanted to turn into a candle and forever burn.

With a grunt, I eased out of her before settling her on her feet. She wobbled a bit, her hands landing on my shoulders. I kneeled at her feet, reaching for the strap of her left heel. She frowned at me. "You don't have to?—"

"Your legs are unsteady as hell," I reminded her. "I'd prefer not to be held accountable if you fall and break your neck because I fucked you so good."

She smacked my shoulder as I slid her foot free and set her heel aside. I laughed and focused on getting her other heel off. Once she was flat-footed, I stood back to my full height and wrapped my hand around the side of her throat, pressing my thumb into her jaw to tilt her head back. Leaning down, I smoothed my lips over hers. "Get some rest," I murmured. "I'll text you in the morning."

"I'll be working," she reminded me as I backed up, leaning down to grab my wallet from the floor and stuffing it back in my pocket.

I smirked at her as I grabbed the handle of the front door. "Has that stopped me before, little devil?"

She snorted and rolled her eyes. "I'm going to bed. Goodnight, Cameron."

I winked at her and opened the front door, calling over my shoulder, "Night."

My phone rangwhen I was about two minutes away from the clubhouse. Reaching over into the passenger seat, I grabbed it, frowning at Shaw's name before I swiped my thumb across the screen and put the phone on speaker. "Yeah?"

"Get your ass home," he growled.

My brows pulled low over my eyes. "What's going on? Why'd you call me on this number?" If something was wrong, he should've called me on the burner—not on my personal phone.

"Home!" he barked before ending the call. I looked at the phone screen before sighing and tossing my phone back into the passenger seat. Christ, what had happened?

When I got to the clubhouse, everyone was waiting for me downstairs—even Blu, Grey, and Blakely. Amaliya was even sitting on the couch, waiting for the scene to unfold.

I bristled. "I'm not in the fucking mood for an ambush," I warned them as I shut the clubhouse door behind me.

"Too fucking bad," Shaw snarled. "Sit your ass down."

I crossed my arms over my chest, shaking my head. "Nah, I'll remain standing." He narrowed his eyes at me. "Spit it out, Shaw. I don't have the patience for your fucking games."

Konrad held up Ace's phone. A picture of me and Abbie was on the screen. When he swiped left, a photo of Abbie in her uniform popped up. I clenched my jaw, glaring at Ace. He just evenly met my gaze, his eyes flat and cold.

"Explain," Konrad growled, "now."