Chapter Five

Abbie

My eyes were burning from lack of sleep. After Cameron had left and I'd showered, I'd crawled into bed, only to lay awake for hours, feeling conflicted over what I was doing with him. At first, this had seemed like the perfect way to wiggle myself into the club, to get some dirt on them. I was a career woman; I didn't want to be stuck on patrol duty for years, just waiting for a promotion to come my way.

But Cameron, despite his mouth that had no filter, his filthy words, and him definitely being an outlaw, he seemed like a good guy. And while I knew looks could definitely be deceiving, something about him told me maybe I wasn't seeing the whole picture. Dammit, though, the man refused to open up. Every time I inquired about his family, he so easily turned the conversation around, refusing to talk about them except to share what was already public knowledge.

It was frustrating and made me feel like he had something to hide.

Which was what left me conflicted. How could my instincts tell me he wasn't as bad as I thought he was when he was being so purposely evasive?

"Saw Jax and that Rico guy getting coffee late last night," one of the new cops who'd started a few weeks before I did said to his partner as they stepped into the break room. "I don't know what more proof the station needs that the motorcycle club is bad news and needs to be taken down. Rico is trouble."

"Talking about Rico will get you…" the other officer—Randy, Andy?—dropped his voice, "killed. The man is protected by people much bigger than law enforcement. If the club is affiliated with him—well, I'd just keep my head down and my mouth shut."

They grabbed a donut each someone had brought in before leaving the break room, and I had to bite back a snort. I guess Cameron hadn't been too far off the mark when he'd bought me a donut. Seemed to be a common thing around here.

I grabbed my coffee once it was finished brewing and added sugar and creamer before popping the lid onto my cup and heading out of the station to the patrol car, where my partner, Trent, was waiting for me. He nodded once at me as I slid into the car. "Breakfast?" he asked.

I nodded. "Breakfast sounds good," I told him in agreement. I needed something to keep me somewhat awake today, and food sounded like a good way to go.

"Hey," Trent glanced at me, "do you know someone named Rico?" I asked as I set my coffee in the cup holder.

Trent grimaced. "Saying his name is like invoking Satan or something into your life. Just… don't. He's untouchable as far as any of us are concerned, and you don't want to get on his bad side." He glanced at me again before hitting the indicator to turn onto another street. "I know you want to move up the ranks, but just stick to the club to do it, yeah? Getting greedy by trying to go after Rico will end… badly."

I frowned and stared out the window next to me. He was the second person to say that in the span of ten minutes. What was so bad about this Rico guy? And if he was so bad and was somehow attached to the club, what would that mean for me if I helped take the club down?

I rubbed at my temple where a headache was forming and heaved a tired sigh. If Cameron would just open up to me, maybe I could make an informed decision about all this shit.

And maybe I wouldn't be so confused all the time, too.

Trent frownedat me from across the table where we were getting lunch, concern washing over his features. "You've been out of it all day, Abbie. Are you okay?"

"Huh?" I asked, glancing up at him. I blinked and then shook my head. "Oh. Yeah, I'm fine," I told him evasively.

Truth was, I was… conflicted. The more I thought about Cameron and the club, the more I felt a need to pull away from what I was doing. I even thought about coming clean to him to see if we could start off on the right foot. My gut, which never led me astray, told me that Cameron wasn't the evil guy I wanted to think he was. Sure, he was rough around the edges, but he wasn't a bad guy.

But then, I thought about the reaction he'd probably have when I did tell him. If I'd learned anything about Cameron in the couple of weeks we'd been dating, it was that he was protective of his family. And if he thought I was trying to hurt them—which, honestly, I had been—the outcome couldn't be good.

"Are you sure?" Trent asked. "You're barely here today."

I sighed. "Just a headache," I partially lied. I did have one. And Tylenol hadn't gotten rid of it.

My phone suddenly rang, and I grabbed it out of my pocket, a small smile tilting my lips when I saw Cameron's name on the screen. When I answered it, I greeted him with, "Didn't I tell you that I'd be working today?"

His husky chuckle sent shivers down my spine. "And didn't I tell you I'd bother you anyway?"

"You said you'd text me," I reminded him.

He hummed. "Well, I decided to call instead to see if we could spend some time together this evening."

My heart fluttered in my chest. "I don't get off until close to seven," I warned him. "I'll honestly probably be too tired to go anywhere tonight."

"I'll order pizza," he told me, "and I'll bring it with me when I come over."

A surprised laugh ripped from my lungs. This man did not give a single fuck about boundaries or social niceties. "Did you just invite yourself over?"

"Yep," he said, popping the P. "I believe I did. I'll see you at eight, little devil." And with that, he ended the call, not even giving me a chance to respond. I blinked at my phone once I brought it down from my ear.

Fuck, the nerve of him. And damn, why did I have to like it?

"Cameron?" Trent asked, a knowing smile on his lips. "How's your… thing going?"

I sighed and leaned back in my seat, giving a shrug. "It's… going," I said, noncommittally. And thankfully, he didn't get a chance to inquire more because our waitress popped up with our food, immediately distracting him.

The smell of my food only made my stomach turn. Cameron had been pushy but still just… nice on that phone call. No ulterior motives like me.

I was such a fucking bitch.

When I openedthe door to let Cameron in, he pressed a kiss to my forehead before moving past me, setting the pizza he'd brought with him on my kitchen counter. I closed and locked my door back, and before I could even open my mouth to say a word to him, his hand was around my throat, my back was to the door, and his sinful mouth was on mine.

I moaned, arching my back and pressing my body into his. My mind blanked of everything but Cameron and how good his hands felt on my body. How fucking well he fucked his tongue between my lips, stealing my breath and robbing me of my senses.

"Cameron," I moaned when he grasped a handful of my hair and yanked my head to the side, his tongue sliding over my neck before he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot that made my eyes roll back in my head and the most embarrassing moan rip from my throat.

"God, the sounds you make…" Cameron growled against my skin before he slipped a hand into my sweatpants. A shudder wracked through my body when his finger found my clit. Stars burst behind my eyelids when that same finger did something magical, and my knees went weak.

I whined and moaned and whimpered as Cameron worked that sensitive bundle of nerves until I was coming on his fingers, gasping for air. He pulled back from me, his pupils blown and taking over his dark irises, his chest heaving. "Bedroom. Where?"

I grabbed his hand before pulling him after me through the kitchen and the living room. As soon as I pushed open my bedroom door, Cameron gripped my hips and tossed me onto the bed. I leaned up on my elbows, my breathing heavy as he toed off his boots and shrugged his cut off his shoulders. Once he had both items off, his cut draped over my dresser, he tugged his shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor. My mouth began to water when he unfastened his jeans and dropped them right along with his boxers, his cock standing hard and proud between his hairy thighs.

Fuck.

"Condoms are in my nightstand drawer," I panted as he crawled onto the bed, moving his body over mine.

"Good," he growled before he kissed me again, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. We parted just long enough for him to tug my shirt over my head, and then he was devouring me again, his lips moving down my body. And when my sweats and thong were off, he shoved my thighs apart before burying his face between my legs.

"Fuck!" I cried out, my back arching as my hips rolled. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh, God," I sobbed, my body trembling. He groaned against me, licking, sucking, fucking doing so many magical things with his tongue that I could barely breathe.

My back bowed off the bed, my orgasm crashing through me without warning. He moaned, licking up everything I gave him, before he rose above me, fumbling in my nightstand drawer for a condom. Once it was rolled on, he notched himself at my opening, his arms trembling beside my head, his beard glistening with my juices.

"I am so goddamn addicted to you," he rasped before he slid inside of me, stretching me open as his cock filled me. I whimpered his name, my nails clawing at his back and shoulders. And then, we were moving, his hips slinging back and forth, my body rising to meet each deep stroke of his thick shaft. The headboard slammed repeatedly into the wall behind the bed, and the wooden slats creaked beneath the bedspring.

He kissed me, his arms cradling my face. Our teeth clashed. Tongues danced. And then, I was soaring, my muscles contracting around him, my eyes rolling back in my head.

Cameron snarled my name and buried his face in the crook of my neck as he followed me over the edge.

"Fuck, this pizza is good,"I groaned. After a shower, Cameron and I had flopped onto the couch with an Adam Sandler movie playing, though we weren't really paying attention to it. Both of us were too busy stuffing our faces and restoring the calories we'd just burned.

"I should've ordered two," he muttered, staring longingly at the now-empty box.

I laughed softly. "Yeah, you should've." He smiled at me then—a smile open and carefree. One I hadn't seen from him before. Sex had clearly softened him some, and goddamn, he was so… gorgeous when he wasn't putting up all his shields. His dark eyes were soft, and the scowl usually on his face was gone.

"Do you think you'd ever let me meet your family?" I blurted before I could stop myself.

And there went his carefree expression. I saw the shutters go up in his eyes, though that easy smile never left. He just shrugged and reached out to play with the ends of my damp hair. "Maybe one day, Abbie," he murmured, though his tone was very noncommittal.

I sighed, deflating. "Sorry I brought it up," I muttered.

He just hummed before tugging me against him and wrapping his arms around me. When he pressed a kiss to the top of my head, my heart clenched.

I needed to come clean to him. But how the fuck was I meant to do that when it was so clear he would destroy me for even thinking I could hurt his family?