Chapter 9

Lynch's kiss consumes my every thought. It's intoxicating, and I love it. His touch causes every cell in my body to go on alert.

The way he reaches between us jerks my skirt up to my waist, then his fingers are there, and he rips the delicate material of my thong away. He doesn't play around finding his target, thrusting first one finger, then another.

I rip my mouth away from his and cry out in utter ecstasy, my back arching up off the couch, pressing into him.

"Lynch," I breathe, tilting my head farther to the side, giving him better access to my neck as he trails his mouth downward. The hand he has in my hair loosens, sliding his fingers along my neck, tracing his way around and down to the curves of my breasts. He unbuttons the tiny black pearl-style button blouse enough to expose my black lace bra.

I don't know how he keeps himself from falling over me, and honestly, I don't care. I'm just enjoying having his touch. His nearness alone leaves me dizzy. All I can think about is him giving me more. So much more.

His fingers drive into me, hitting in just the right spot.

Lynch moves to where he's exposed my bra, lowers the cup, and wraps his lips around my nipple.

The intensity is nearly overwhelming, and there's no containing the cry that leaves my lips. I sink my fingers in his hair and hold him there, loving his tongue swirling around the tight bud, his mouth sucking, and his teeth nipping. I love it so much that I whimper a protest when he pulls away, only to moan when he goes to give the same treatment to my other nipple.

I'm so close to coming that if he touches me in just the right spot, I'll burst into flames.

Lynch must sense this as well because, in the next moment, he pulls his fingers from inside me and moves lower, settling between my thighs. Arms curling under my legs and hitching them up over his shoulders.

"I'm going to eat this pussy, Cams. I'm gonna enjoy it, and you're gonna come on my tongue. I've been starved for this pussy for a long damn time, and tonight you're gonna be begging me to fuck you before I do so."

A shiver courses through my entire body at his raspy, gruff tone.

Lynch swipes his tongue once, then twice, lapping at my pussy teasingly as he groans. His eyes are on me for all of a moment before he gets down to business. I lose sight of his eyes when he does this, mainly because my back arches off the couch, and my head digs into the cushions.

"Oh God, yes, Lynch . . . oh God . . . what are you doing to me?"

The way he works me with his tongue, the lashing of his tongue, the addition of his fingers, it's all-consuming. I can't think. I can't even breathe. It's amazingly beautiful, and I don't want him to stop.

Lynch growls against me and works his tongue faster, fucking me with his fingers vigorously. Within seconds of him doing this, I scream out my release, my body coming entirely off the couch—it's like an out-of-body experience.

With just his mouth and fingers alone, he gives me more pleasure than I ever knew I could feel. It's beyond beautiful to the point I don't think words could fully explain. It makes me wonder what will happen when he gets inside me with his cock.

The last time, as good as it felt, it was nothing like this. To put it mildly, there's only one way to describe the first time in years, and it was a wham-bam, thank you, ma'am moment mixed with angry, fast fucking. I didn't take time to enjoy it, neither did he. Afterward, I ran as fast I could from him so there was no repeat.

Not until now.

Time no longer has a meaning, and Lynch keeps his word about what he will do to me with his mouth. He draws three more orgasms out of me. Each time, I'm left crying out from the sheer bliss for more. Pleading with him to give me more. To fuck me. Take me with his cock and drive inside me like only he can do.

Rather than doing that, Lynch moves, gets to his feet, scoops me in his arms, and carries me through the house. His house. A house I absolutely love. He carries me into his room and tosses me onto the bed.

"Take the rest of your clothes off," he commands while shrugging his cut off.

I do as he says, my eyes locked with his. The only time I lose his eyes is when he yanks his shirt off. When he drops his jeans, my gaze goes down to the cock jutting out in front of him. He's blessed with a thick and heavily veined cock that looks ready to pound nails. He's definitely never been small. Granted, I've never had anyone else. I've seen videos and know, without a doubt, he's above average in size. My hand can't even wrap fully around his girth. I lick my lips, wanting to treat him the same as what he gave me, but Lynch seems to have other plans.

Moving over me, he jerks my legs up and over his shoulders, lines himself up with my entrance, and thrusts deep.

"Lynch," I cry out at the intense pleasure and pain flowing through me.

He pulls back and thrusts, taking me all the way, sinking his cock to the hilt. It feels amazing, and I want him to be rougher. To take me as hard as he wants. I crave for him to take me forcefully, to give me everything, and not hold back.

I open my mouth to beg him for just that when he hitches my legs higher when the fall slightly back in place on his shoulders, grips my hips bruisingly, pulls nearly all the way out, and drills back into me, giving me just what I need.

Three thrusts in, and I'm shaking from the intense orgasm that flows through me. Lynch doesn't let up and let me bask in the glory. No, he keeps his forceful thrusts going. Sweat beads my body and drips from his. I wrap my arms around his neck to hold on and reach up to nip at his chin. Lynch growls and drops down, still fucking me, but also claims my mouth with his in such a manner it's like he was fucking my mouth with his tongue.

Long moments later, he groans, and I feel him coming inside me, his cock twitching. Through this, he still keeps going, and if I didn't know better, I'd think he wasn't going to stop, but he does.

"Fuck, baby, I've missed your pussy." He growls, brushing his lips against mine as we both try to catch out breaths.

The moment is perfect, and I'm going to ignore his comment. I don't want to think of the number of other women he's most likely been with. I'm not stupid enough to believe he hasn't been with other women. We were separated, getting a divorce. I didn't intend for us to be back together, though the thought hurt. For so long, I thought he'd been the one who cheated on me, except it was the other way around.

I have no right to be hurt by him sleeping with other women. Or even being in a relationship with someone else.

Instead of letting myself think on this for too long, I tighten my arms around him and hold on. I decided for the moment to just let things be. To soak in the moment and think about everything else later when I'm not basking in the aftermath of the experience of having him inside me again.

"You gonna finally talk to me?" Lynch asks, one arm around my waist, the other stroking along my arm laying on his stomach.

He'd taken all of a couple moments before he started up again, taking me three more times before finally letting me pass out. This morning, I woke up with him between my thighs, mouth working me. Then he had me ride him. Talk about one heck of a way to wake up. I enjoyed every minute of it.

Once we'd both found our pleasure in each other, he adjusted us into a cuddling position, the very same one we're in now, and just held me. No words were needed.

That is until now.

"What am I finally supposed to be talking about?" I whisper, curling deeper into him.

"About the shit that happened with your aunt, your parents will, fuckin' Ezra, us, you pick." He gives me a squeeze and kisses the top of my head.

Lifting on an arm, I meet his gaze to see him lying there, eyes alert yet still relaxed and content. "What exactly do you want me to say?" I'm still reeling with all the whiplash of what I'm feeling. Not about Ezra, but everything else.

"I want you to tell me what's goin' on in that head of yours," he answers, reaching up to cup the side of my face. "I wanna know you're good. If you're not, I wanna know that too. ‘Cause I've got to make it so you are."

I close my eyes and let that seep in. All those years ago, he'd been able to make me feel safe and loved whenever things were getting to me. Lynch could easily tell and get me to open up. It's one of the many things about him that made me fall in love with him.

"I don't want to believe my aunt would do anything to hurt me, but she'd been really upset last night seeing us both together," I start by saying and open my eyes once again to meet his. "She was there for me when I came unraveled. I was a mess, and she was there. But if what you said is true, then she was the one to hurt me the most. I can't have that in my life."

"Camilla, your aunt did what she did because she's a gold-digging bitch," he states, his lip curling in anger on my behalf. "She's always been that way, you just didn't want to see it. I saw it from the start, but I didn't want my dislike for her to come between us. She was family, and I know what it means to have family around."

I nod, knowing exactly what he's talking about. His mom left him with his aunt and uncle when he was still a kid. They raised him along with his sister, whom I hadn't ever met. By the time I came into his life, she was living in Virginia. The thought of his sister reminds me of the picture he showed me of her and the ones I'd held onto all these years. "How come you never showed me pictures of your sister? Or talked more about her?"

Lynch sighs and drops his hands as he looks to the ceiling. "When it comes to my sister, it's hard to talk about. She went through hell, and it was best for her to get away, to move from here and start a new life. Only in the past few years or so have we really reconnected. She's got a man now who would do anything for her. She's happy, and that's all that matters. I didn't talk about her much at the time because, honestly, it hurt to talk about her."

"I wish you had," I whisper. There's so much about him I don't know, that I didn't know even then.

"I should've, but I didn't." He shrugs and brings his gaze back to mine. "After what happened between us, Aunt Ela was the only one who got through to me. I don't know if you remember or not, but my aunt's got a gift, lotta people don't believe in that shit, but I do. I was in a dark place, and part of me was stuck there until Lily."

"Lily?" I try not to get jealous of him mentioning the name of another woman.

"Yeah, she's Speed's ol' lady. You didn't get a chance to actually meet her that day at the clubhouse, but when Harlow's man's club, the Devil's Riot MC, asked us for a favor, to take her in, she became like family nearly instantly. She reminded me of my little sister in some ways before she left. She and I formed a bond. Guess you can say I adopted her as family, and that won't ever change. She's sweet and funny. Good for my brother. Lived a life of hell and needed someone just to treat her as a friend."

"And you did that. Treated her as a friend." I nod. What I don't do is correct him on the fact I have indeed met Lily. She and Speed had come to the office after what happened to talk to me and make sure everything was actually legal.

"Not completely at first, but getting to know her, hearing her story, yeah, I did. We'd watch movies while she was laid up." Lynch gets a grin on his face and squeezes my side. "I used to get a kick out of seeing Speed get annoyed when he'd find us chilled out, her talking to me."

"I'm sure." I give him a small smile, but a part of me is jealous. She'd gotten to know a part of Lynch that I used to have. His friendship.

"Baby," he whispers, his palm coming to my cheek once again. "Lily's family, just like the other ol' ladies. You got nothing to worry about."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I scoff, doing my best to play it off.

"It might have been years, Camilla, but I know you. Better than you think I do," he states, stroking his thumb over my cheek. "I've always known you, baby, never have I haven't truly been able to read you."

I divert my gaze, guilt eating at me for what I've put us both through.

"Camilla."

"Why are you being so nice to me? Why would you still want me?"

"Because you're my match," he answers. No hesitation. "Because no matter how pissed I am that I lost time with you. It's not just on you. It's on me. Most of all, it's because your aunt is a bitch and wanted to get between us and found a way to do so. We've got shit to deal with, Camilla. I know that, but this time around, I'm not letting you go. I'll kill anyone who gets in the way of us."

I part my lips to say something else, but Lynch's phone rings.

"Fuck," he grumbles, body tensing under me slightly. "Sorry, baby, but I'm gonna have to answer that."

"It's okay," I murmur, licking my lip and pulling away, though he doesn't let me get far.

I have a feeling he's not going to ever let me get far from him again. A part of me, a big part, doesn't seem to have a problem with this. Another smaller part of me is scared to death of what it means.

He says I'm his match, and in my heart, I know, without a doubt, he's the one who's always held my soul.