She’s so damned brave that she puts me and all our men to shame.
“Okay, we need to get going,” Ghost grouses.
“Be careful,” Camile says to him.
Then she strides up to Ghost and wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him.
Ghost goes stiff and doesn’t hug her back. Ace shakes his head as if he’s disappointed in him, and Ghost doesn’t meet his eye. Now I really am going to have a talk with Rook once we pull over for a drink and stretch our legs.
She then moves to Rook and hugs him, too. My green-eyed monster is roaring inside me, livid at the way she’s lavishing attention on all these men and not me.
It should be me!
Itcouldbe me…
No, I can’t think like that.
I swing my leg over my bike and climb on in order to give me something to do so I don’t murder Rook, Ghost, and Ace with my bare hands.
As I’m about to turn the key and rev the engine, the scent of something beachy engulfs me, and Camile’s slender arms wrap around my neck.
“Come back to me soon, Jack. I don’t feel right when you’re not nearby.”
Her words are whispered into my neck, so the others can’t hear, but they hit me hard.
I turn to her and rub my thumb over her plump lower lip, unable to resist. “We’ll be back within a couple of hours, Baby-girl.”
When I pull my thumb back, she darts her tongue out and follows the path it took.Damn. My cock hardens at just that. I’ve got it bad.
“Maybe, when you get back, you can tell me what you want to do to me again?” she suggests and throws me a wink.
Then without waiting for my reply, as if she knows it will be a no, she steps back and blows me a kiss.
Damn it, in front of everyone gathered here, the minx blows me a kiss.
Unable to stop myself, I beckon her back with a crook of my finger. A smile plays on her lips, and she practically skips her way back up to my bike.
I lower my voice. “Keep that up, and I’ll put you over my knee and give you a spanking when I get back.”
Her dark eyes light up. “Is that a promise? Because I’ll keep you to it.”
Again, without waiting for my response, she spins away.
Fuck my life. I groan to myself and pull my bandana up.
“You look sexy in that bandana, Prez,” Ace says with a cheeky grin.
I growl at him in response. “Don’t let those fucking snails get anywhere near me.”
“I won’t.” His face sobers. “I take phobias very seriously.”
“It’s not a fucking phobia. I just don’t like them.”
“Of course, whatever you say, Prez.”
Ace keeps his face straight, but I can tell he’s dying to laugh.
I’m finding out what the hell has gone on between Ghost and these guys, and I’m going to have a serious talk with Camile.
