Ace pulls me into his chest, and Ghost and Rook both slip from my body. A gush of wetness leaks down my thighs, soaking the mattress, but I don’t even care.
Ace kisses my forehead. “I love you, Princess. You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”
Rook curls in beside us. “I love you, too, Cami. But then you already know that, right?”
I flash him a smile. “Right. And I love both of you. How could I not? You’re amazing. You make me feel so safe when I’m with you.”
I glance over to see how Ghost is reacting to all these open displays of affection…
But he’s already gone.
35
JACK
The day dawns bright,and there’s a low simmer of happiness deep in my gut. Today, I get to do the thing I love most in this world… well, second most these days, after fantasizing about Camile.
Today, I get to ride out with some of the guys.
It’s been too long since we had a ride on the bikes, and that I get to spend some time with my old chapter on the road before they head back makes me feel good.
It’s not all for the joy of it, though. The ride out serves two purposes. One, it shows any other bikers around the area that these are still our roads, and two, it brings the guys together. Since we have no idea if the cartel is still after Camile, we can’t all go. Even if we took Camile, it would leave some of the ol’ ladies who don’t join us on the ride-outs, and their kids, vulnerable. Not that many of the ol’ ladies don’t enjoy riding with their man, but there are a few who don’t for various reasons.
Hell, we even have a couple of guys who are true old-timers, who rarely get on their bikes anymore either, butI won’t throw them out of the club just because they’re in their late seventies.
So, we’ve agreed that Ghost, Rook, and I from our chapter, plus Crow, Zoo, Phoenix, and a few others from the Jackal Riders, will ride out, and the others will stay here, with Ace, Saul, and Big Mike making sure everyone is safe.
Ace planned out a fairly short route, but one that takes us to the eastern edge of our road territory on one side. In a few days, I’ll send some other guys out to ride to the north and western edges.
Part of me feels bad that I’m leaving Camile, but hell, I need this. After that mutual masturbation session with her, I haven’t been able to take my thoughts off her. I keep replaying those moments over and over. She’s lit a spark inside me that I’d believed was long dead. After I lost my wife, I thought that part of my life was over, but now everything has changed. I’m hungering for her as though I’m a young man again, and I know she feels the same way.
But though everything has changed inside me, nothing has changed about our situation, and I’m frustrated in a way I’ve never been before. I’m a man who gets what he wants, and fuck, I want her.
I’m going to fucking explode if I don’t do something to burn off some adrenaline. I’ll become a danger to myself and others.
Maybe even Camile.
After I’ve showered and gotten dressed, I grab a quick breakfast and down a strong coffee, then meet the men who are coming by the clubhouse.
Ghost is already there when I arrive, and he looks likeshit. Paler than ever, the man appears as if he hasn’t slept in a month, and his face is serious.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“Nothing,” he replies, sullen and uncommunicative, even for him.
I know I can be a grumpy son of a bitch, but he’s got it nailed today.
“Do you think this is a bad idea?” I gesture at the motorcycles and the rapidly growing gathering of bikers around me.
“No, the ride-out is fine.”
I narrow my eyes. “So, what is it?”
His chest rumbles with a growl. “Nothing, Jack. Leave it.”
I clench my jaw because my men don’t talk to me that way—not even him—but just as I’m about to say something, Rook saunters up. He takes one look at Ghost, and his cheeks turn bright red.
What the actual fuck?
