14. Cam

fourteen

Cam

“Then don’t.” Her sultry voice, thick with arousal, was so hot my cock jumped against my jeans.

“Fuck,” I whispered, jerking my belt off as I looked down at her, legs spread open for me, thighs and everything in between wet and shining from her orgasm.

Riley was beautiful. She was everything.

My chest ached, rage ripped against my ribcage, desperate to hurt someone, anyone, who’d touched her. Kill anyone who even thought about it. But that emotion swirled with lust, blending until they become the same thing, making me the stuff of nightmares and Riley the only thing that could tame me.

I could taste her still, warm and earthy. I licked my lips and pushed my jeans down over my hips. No condom, because she was mine. All mine.

The slide of my cock inside her was faster than I’d wanted, leaving me little time to languish in her heat, to savor it like I had when I’d sucked her pretty little clit into my mouth.

The rocky sand below us dug into my denim clad knees. Not wanting to grate her skin, I lifted her legs and draped them over my shoulders. The position changed my angle inside her, tightening her pussy around me. I gasped, groaned and slid back out of her on an inhale until only the tip of my cock was wrapped in her tight folds. The heady scent of her slid through my lungs. God, it was like being consumed by her.

Nothing was better than this.

My slow stroke in earned a sweet, quiet moan from those full, pouty lips, and I came undone. The drugs made her insatiable. I didn’t have that excuse. I was sober and still couldn’t get enough. My arousal was all adrenaline and Riley.

I pushed her knees to her chest and lost myself.

Pouring every ounce of the violence that lingered inside me into each thrust, I turned that rage into pleasure, sensation, and something deeper I couldn’t comprehend. Friction built, driving me closer and closer to release.

Beneath me, Riley’s eyes were closed, and her pretty face upturned toward the moon. So fresh, so beautiful. Not made up and over done. Never. Not her. God, nothing in this world was sexier.

Sounds of sex were shouted into the night. Neither of us quiet, both of us groaning louder over the smack of skin on skin as I crashed into her, over and over.

She tightened impossibly around me, and I jerked. Her hands gripping tight to my hips as I growled out her name and exploded inside of her. I came, hot and hard. My hips pumping until every last drop of me was inside her. Until I was spent.

I didn’t lay atop her. The ground was too rough. Instead, I rolled back on my heels, tossed my head back to the cool night air, and fought to catch my breath. I shook all over, not solely from the orgasm. The crash came as Harleys screamed through the night all around us.

Riley didn’t know, couldn’t, exactly what I was or what I’d just done. In the frat house, she’d looked at me with genuine fear in her eyes. Had she not done that, I’d have killed him right then.

This was the second time she stayed my hand—the first…Preacher.

I couldn’t be held accountable for what happened now. The sleazy punk had signed his own death warrant.

When I glanced down at Riley, she watched, eyes cloudy with afterglow and ecstasy. “Can we do that again?”

I laughed and dropped a kiss to her lips before sliding out of her. “Once we get home, you’re damn straight we can.”

I cleaned us up with my shirt and dug a clean tee out of my saddlebags. She had perched on the edge of the trailer, feet swinging back and forth, by the time I finished.

“What will happen to them?”

I didn’t bother to ask who, because I knew. Just like she knew I wouldn’t answer that question. I shrugged my shoulders and pulled my vest back on. “Don’t worry about it.”

“And the girls? The other people there?”

That I could answer. “Are all on their way back home with a story to tell that no one is going to believe.”

“That’s how it works, huh?”

I bracketed her with a fist on either side of her hips and rested my forehead against hers. “This is what my life is, darlin’. Take it or leave it. It’s who I am. Nobody touches you but me. Ever.”

The corners of her mouth twisted ever so slightly. “As long as you make sure to touch me often.”

Whatever I’d expected from Riley; it hadn’t been that. She surprised me at every turn. She was too good to be true, damn sure too fucking good for me.

And if I had my way, she’d never figure that out.

The jolt of realization snatched my breath so fast I had to spin away from her and march toward my bike.

I was falling for her. Not even a screaming ride through the desert could chase that fact away. I collected myself and called back to her. “Let’s go.”

On the ride home, we were both quiet. Me processing whatever it was that I was feeling. Her coming off the MDMA. The sun was rising in the east, casting a pale glow over Dry Valley as I rolled home. I didn’t get on the throttle, didn’t rush. No need to.

She was safe with me. I knew that from the warmth of her hand on my middle that I covered with mine on the straightaways.

We were off the bike and walking into Archer’s house when my phone buzzed with a text from Preacher.

Chapel. Noon. Full table.

I snorted, already knowing what it was about and didn’t care. I’d made an executive call; I’d take the heat for it after I had a few hours in bed with Riley.

She downed a bottle of water, curled on the bed in the room that used to be mine, and was asleep before I could shuck my cut. Hair was tangled all over her head, that damn fairy shirt long gone, boots by the bed, and her hand stamp from the party was smeared across her face. She’d fallen into bed completely naked. Such a delightfully delicious mess that my cock twitched.

And she was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen. I had zero guilt; the little bitch that choked her wouldn’t survive the night.

***

Merc and Puck waited on me outside the clubhouse. The only other bikes in the lot were table members. With Desert Lights winding down out in the desert, the place was dead. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone, anyway.

Leaving Riley’s bed to deal with Preacher’s bullshit pissed me off.

“You ready for this?” Merc lifted his brow and looked about as tired as I felt.

“Fuck him.” I spat, jerking the door open as I stalked past both of them.

Was I ready? Hell yes, I was. This shit had been building for weeks.

Puck grunted and walked with me. Jester leaned against the pool table, scrolling through his phone. In a world where I didn’t know who to trust, this group was the closest thing to security I had.

“We good?” I asked, needing to know after what happened.

“Ain’t nobody trying that shit again.” Jester grinned, chest out a bit. “It was a nice ride through the desert.”

“Cactus rash.” Merc chuckled.

“Already made the news.” Puck nodded to a flat screen television hanging in the corner. “Haynes and the others have it handled.”

I didn’t even bother to read the headlines. What was done was done.

The older generation, paired with Preacher’s goon Paul, were already around the table. Dekes first real meeting, he was kick backed sipping a cup of coffee, ready for the big show. Goofy fucker got off on this bullshit drama.

“We all here?” Preacher scooted his seat back with a screech, making room for his gut, and leaned forward on his elbows. “What the fuck was that last night?”

I held my hand up, silencing Dekes before he could say anything. “That was taking care of ours. What the fuck do you think it was?”

“Your order?” His eyes narrowed, ready to fight.

“They were gang raping your prospect’s ole lady. While another one choked Archer’s fucking daughter—my ole lady. You better be fucking glad I didn’t shoot that mother fucker where he stood, in front of all those witnesses.”

“Getting the girls out, fine.” But he was building up to the big show.

I made a tight fist under the table.

“Ordering a hit on four college punks brings too fucking much heat, and you know. Neither of those bitches are worth that.”

My jaw snapped tight, and I spoke through gritted teeth. Across the table, Merc straightened—knowing what came next.

“It’s what Archer would have done.”

“You ain’t him, and you don’t get to make those choices!” Preacher boomed, fuming and stood.

I jumped to my feet, the chair falling behind me, and slapped the patch on my chest. “The second I put this on, I do. You weren’t there. I made the call.”

“And dragged in another charter, which you know damn well we don’t fucking do. You’re hot headed and rash, like that shit with the peckerwoods. You aren’t thinking clearly. Bowman’s kid is clouding your judgment.”

“Fuck you, Preach. I can see just fine.” Then I grinned. “The peckerwoods? You really want to go there with me?”

“What are you saying, son?” Preacher growled low and leaned forward on his knuckles like the goddamned gorilla he thought he was.

“Enough.” AP’s smooth voice cut through Preacher’s bullshit. “Ivan went on his own. Brought his own guys, because that’s what the Kings are about. We protect what’s ours and have each other’s backs.”

“Or did you forget that?” I spat at Preacher.

There was a flash of something in his eyes and at that moment, I knew . I didn’t need proof. That quick glimpse of guilt was enough to know he’d killed Archer. If he hadn’t pulled the trigger, he might as well have.

But why?

I was too mad to give a shit right then. “You want this patch, old man? Want to take skin off me for that order? Try it. Vote on it. Now. Because that’s the only way you’ll fucking get either.”

He took inventory of the room, and if he’d thought he had a chance in hell, he’d have called the vote. He didn’t. “If this blows back on us, I sure the fuck will.”

“None of the girls at the party or their families will talk. Hayes County Sheriff’s Office made sure to spin us as the good guys. A few will say they saw the guys leave together in that car. That’s all they know, that’s all that matters.” This from Merc, straight to the point. We had that sort of pull, always had in the county. Preacher knew that.

He smacked the gavel on the table and stormed out without a word to me or anyone else. Paul and Drop Top followed.

Anger still thrummed and vibrated inside me as I picked up my chair with shaking fingers.

“You good?” AP had come around the table, gesturing to everyone else to file out.

“No.” There was no reason to lie; he knew me too well.

“I’m going to send Merc to Archer’s.”

“I’ve got Riley covered.” After last night, I hated having her out of my sight for even a minute. Already I was antsy to get out of here, to get to her.

“It ain’t her I’m worried about.” He squeezed my shoulder once and strolled from the room.

I wasn’t planning on doing anything stupid, not when I had Riley. She was my only tether to any sort of self-control.