She continues. “At least it means he knows what he’s doing. If a man can make me come like that using only his tongue, then I don’t really give a shit who or how many he’s slept with.”
Rage boils up inside me. Ace made her come with his tongue? Fuck me. I simultaneously want to tear thattongue right out of his motherfucking head, while my cock also lets me know that it would have quite enjoyed witnessing that. A previous thought comes back to me about how I’d wondered if I could get my fill of Camile by watching Ace or one of the other guys fuck her, and my dick gets even harder. This is not good.
Trying my best not to look at Ace, I focus on her. “I’ve just told the club members that they’re not to lay a finger on you, got it? Ace wasn’t at the meeting, so I’m gonna have to let this one slide, but I don’t expect there to be a repeat performance.”
“What?” she exclaims.
“You heard me,” I growl.
“You don’t get to tell people they’re not allowed to touch me.I’mthe only one who gets to decide that. What happened to fucking bodily autonomy? I’m not yours, Jack, remember? You made that perfectly clear when you sent me on my way that night at the college.”
There’s a warning to my tone. “We don’t talk about that.”
“Well, maybe we should. Because there’s something seriously fucked up about this dynamic. You don’t want me, but you don’t want anyone else to have me either. Why are all you men the holders of purity unless you’re the ones who are getting nasty?”
I sense both Ghost and Ace watching this exchange with amused expressions. I want to tell them to get out, but I’m genuinely concerned about what I would do to her if they weren’t here. My cock is hard, and all I want to do right now is put her over my knee, hike up her dress, pull down her panties, and spank her hard. I’d make her count them, too. I picture her squirming and wriggling in my lap, crying out with each strike andmaking me harder and harder. Then I’d pull her onto my pierced cock and fuck the brat right out of her.
“I’m just trying to protect you,” is all I can manage.
Folding her arms over her chest, she juts her chin up. “I don’t want to stay here.”
Her words are infuriating. “We’ve already been over this. It’s not safe for you back at the college.”
“No, I mean, I don’t want to stay in your house. I’ll go back to that shitty dorm over spending another night under your roof.”
“No,” I say at the same time as Ace.
“It’s not a nice atmosphere.” Ace clarifies his response. “It’s noisy, and people use those rooms for… well… things. Fine for one night, but not for any longer.”
“I have a solution.” Ghost’s calm voice quiets everyone down. “That house we had renovated, the one we were going to give Normie to live in, but he’s decided to stay off base, well, it’s empty. It’s two minutes from here and literally across the yard from me. So she’d be close but have her own space.”
“Shethinks that is a perfect idea. Thank you, Ghost.Shealso has a name and is in the damned room with you.” Camile throws her hands up in despair. “God, you’re all fucking fossils. I can’t wait until I can leave.”
Tossing her half-eaten sandwich down on a plate on the table, she turns and storms out of the room. “I’ll go grab my things.”
22
CAMILE
I’m so fedup and pissed off. They talk about me as if I’m not there, and as if I’m stupid. Then Ace practically denied we did anything, which I get, but it made me feel like shit.Cheap.
Jack is overbearing. Ghost is detached and cold. Ace is hot and fun, but now I know he’s a man-slut, so I’m over him... kind of. I did mean what I said to Jack about how I enjoyed that he’d made me come with his tongue. I’d said it in part to get my own back at Ace for almost denying what we’d done, but also to piss Jack off. It had worked, too.
I grab my few bits together, grateful I didn’t unpack. An overwhelming sense of despondence blankets me as I do so. I feel sick and scared and so, so alone.
Ace was like a bright light among all this, but now, even if we wanted a repeat performance, he’s been told he’d be kicked out of the club.
Jack might as well cock his leg and piss all over me at this point. He doesn’t want any of his men to have me,but won’t take me for himself, either. It means I’m going to spend my time here as a pariah of sorts. Everyone will stare and know I’m the girl no one is allowed to touch.
Ugh, it sucks.
Finally ready and packed, I stagger down the stairs. Ace rushes forward to take my bag, but I pull my stuff away from him.
“I can manage,” I hiss.
His puzzled, hurt expression pisses me off even more.
The other two men aren’t in the kitchen any longer, and their voices drift from the living room.
