"Rhett…oh, yes..." Her little pleas and coos spur me on. I hook her legs over my shoulders, changing the angle, driving deeper. Every thrust claims her, brands her as mine. My hand wraps around her throat—not squeezing, just holding, a reminder of who she belongs to. Her eyes flare with heat, no fear, just trust and lust.
"You feel that? That's me owning you, baby. Every inch." My balls slap against her ass, the pressure building in my spine. She's close again, I can feel her pussy fluttering around my cock, milking me.
"I'm... I’m…” She arches, her climax ripping through her, walls clamping down so tight it pulls me over the edge.
"Fuck, Cami,” I roar, thrusting deep one last time, spilling inside her, marking her from the inside out. Waves of pleasure crash over me, intense and endless, until I'm spent, collapsing beside her.
Vaguely I realize I forgot to put on a condom. I’ve never fucked bare before, but this won’t be the last time. What’s the worst that can happen? I get her pregnant? I don’t even care. In fact, I kind of like the idea. I suppose we’ll have to talk about that soon.
We lie there, tangled and sweaty, her head on my chest as our breathing slows. I stroke her hair, pressing kisses to her temple. "Did I hurt you?"
She shakes her head, smiling up at me with sated eyes. After a minute, I pull out carefully and get up to grab a washcloth and run it under warm water. When I come back, she's curled on her side, looking small and vulnerable in my bed.
"Spread your legs for me, baby."
Her eyes widen. "What?—"
"Need to clean you up." I sit on the edge of the bed, nudge her thighs apart gently. There's blood on the sheets—not much. And a mix of her blood and my cum on her inner thighs and leaking from her pussy. “You’re gonna be sore tomorrow. This'll help."
I clean her carefully. She hisses when I press the warm cloth against sensitive flesh.
"Almost done." I'm as gentle as I know how to be, taking my time. When I'm finished, I toss the washcloth toward the bathroom, pull her against my chest.
She's watching me with something soft in her eyes.
"You okay?" I brush hair off her forehead.
"Better than okay." She curls against my chest. "That was..."
"Yeah. It was."
Chapter 9
Cami
"I don't have anything to wear,” I say to Rhett as he emerges from the bathroom rubbing a towel over his wet hair. His jeans ride low, and that magnificent tattooed chest is on full display. Every inch of him screamshot and dangerous, and my body still hums from what he just did to me in the shower.
"Wear whatever you want." He stalks closer. "You'd look beautiful in a paper bag.”
I settle on dark jeans and a black tank top. Nothing fancy. When I check the mirror, I like my appearance. There's more color in my cheeks. My lips are swollen from his kisses. I don't look scared and homeless anymore.
Rhett catches my eye in the reflection, and heat flares in his gaze. "Fuck the party. Let's stay here."
Before I can answer, someone pounds on the door.
"Wrath!” Diesel calls through the closed door. “Get your ass out here. Party started an hour ago. We’re all waiting for the guests of honor.”
Rhett groans. "Cockblocking bastard."
I turn to face him planting a quick kiss on his lips. “We should go."
He pulls me close, one hand palming my ass. “If it gets too much, squeeze my hand three times. We bail. No questions."
The common room is packed. String lights cast a warm glow over tables loaded with food—ribs, potato salad, three kinds of pie. Music thumps from speakers, all bass and guitars. The whole club's here—patched members, prospects hovering at the edges, old ladies and even a few patch chasers wearing some of the skimpiest clothing I’ve ever seen worn in public.
Every eye turns when we walk in. Rhett's hand is steady on my lower back.
Then Trix whoops loud enough to wake the dead. "There she is! The woman who tamed our VP!"
