And in one night I became the president of that mess I’d tried so hard to leave behind.
When my father died—when my mother killed him to save my ass—he left an empty seat at the head of the table at Rosewood and a death sentence looming over her head.
I had to fill that seat. To save Mama. To pacify the angry men who felt threatened after Roar was no longer there to protect them or their business. And for that, I had to do things I’d never be proud of.
But…to be honest…I liked some of it.
If it weren’t for Cammie, the moments I stole to be in her arms, to regain my sanity and remind myself who I really was, I’d lose myself to The Night Skulls. I might never tell her that, but the power, the darkness… were addicting.
I had to get out of Rosewood as fast as I could. I needed to be here with her, where we both silenced each other’s demons.
For that to happen, to keep my promise to her, I had to interrupt our time together and call for a gang-related meeting here in SLO.
A couple more weeks of hustling. That was all.
And then I’d be all hers.
5. Cameron
Dusty thought I didn’t hear him leave, just like he was thinking I was still asleep when he tiptoed into the room and slid back under the sheets next to me now.
He’d been gone for hours. The chirping outside the window and the sun heating my back confirmed it.
I was angry. Worried. Intending to fight. But his arms wrapped around me—thick, strong and safe—and I decided it could wait.
I pressed my body backwards into him, letting him know I was awake.
“Shit. Did I wake you?” His mouth on my neck sent a beautiful shiver down my core. “Sorry, baby. Go back to sleep.”
I moaned in protest, reaching back to grip his naked cock. Dusty slept in the nude, and I loved that about him as much as I loved how his cock stiffened in my fist with one single touch.
He moaned, too. Then his kisses trailed down my neck and along the back of my shoulder. I stroked him up and down until he was groaning through the kisses. More than ready for him, I lifted my thigh, and he slid into me.
We pressed into each other, pushing, pulling, fulfilling the need that never ended every morning we woke up together. Even after a long night of hot, dirty sex.
The way he filled me never stopped to amaze me, and my body responded to him in ways I’d never experienced with anyone else.
He knew when to move slowly, seductively, pulling me out of my head and into the pleasures of my body, and when to wildly take me with the full force of his masculinity. When to submit. When to take control.
My moans turned into screams, and his own needs took over as he hammered into me. I opened my eyes to watch him, the ecstasy on his face after those last few moments of focused, savage desire.
It made me feel needed.
Wanted.
Loved.
The lustful, passionate thrusting brought us both over the edge. His cock spilled into me as we came almost together in a chorus of screams that made me thankful we weren’t at my apartment with Ash listening in the other room.
He finished with a kiss that made me want him again even if I’d just climaxed. I laughed and shook my head.
“What?” He smiled, panting, resting his head on the pillow.
“I was so mad at you for sneaking out in the middle of the night like that, and now all I want is to have you inside me. Again.”
He kissed me one more time. “First, I’m sorry I left. I thought you were sleeping and didn’t want to wake you. Second…” His fingers crawled near my pussy. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be than inside you.”
I was wet with his seed and my desire, and his thumb teasing my burning clit wasn’t helping me stay focused on finding out where he’d gone. “Dusty…”
