Page 67 of The Riders’ Reign

I’m happy to have Camile to myself, even if it’s only for a short time. I’m quite sure I’m going to find Ace on my doorstep at the ass-crack of dawn, probably holding a breadbasket, or some shit.

Inside the house, Camile carefully helps me out of my clothes and into the shower. I’m battered and bruised. A large purple and green mark colors my hip where I must have come off my bike, and there’s a similar sized one on my ribs where someone kicked me. It feels like there’s barely an inch of skin that isn’t scraped or bruised in some way, but I don’t think anything is broken, which is a relief. At least I’m not in the hospital, like Jack. It must be driving him fucking crazy being bedbound. A man like him does not do well with either having to stay in bed or being told what to do.

“How is Jack?” I know he’s awake and talking from the call in the bar, but I don’t know anything else.

“He needed surgery but is going to be okay. He must have the universe watching over him.”

Thank fuck for that.

Camile waits until I’m under the spray—the water beating down on my skin is sore as fuck, but I need to feel clean—then she strips off her own clothes and joins me. I’d told her no funny business, but getting naked with me is only going to end one way.

“I thought you were tired?” I tell her.

“I am. Exhausted. But I always sleep better after an orgasm.”

I can’t help my lips twitching. “You want an orgasm?”

She reaches for my cock, which is already standing at half-mast just from the sight of her beautiful naked body all wet under the shower, and gives me a light squeeze. I suck air in over my teeth at her touch, which is intense and pleasurable.

She stands on tiptoes to murmur into my ear. “Don’t you?”

I pull her against me, ignoring the pain from my scrapes and bruises and sore muscles. “I’ll give you anything you want. Always and forever.” Her hand is still around my dick, but I pull away to look into her face. “You know I love you, Camile?” I stare into her eyes, trying to make her see the truth of my words. “I didn’t think I had it in me, to love someone the way I love you. Turns out, I was wrong. My heart is yours, and when I say something like that, I mean it. I’m not the kind of man who says sentimental things easily. And I’m most definitely not the kind who makes a commitment without believing in it one hundred percent.”

A smile tweaks her cheeks. “Are you just saying that because I have my hand around your dick? Because you know I want you anyway.”

“No. I love you. I’m yours, cock and all.”

She releases me and kisses me hard, our tongues dueling. It hurts my still swollen eye, but I wasn’t lying when I said she never had to apologize for kissing me and I don’t want her to stop, despite the pain.

Breathing hard, she breaks the kiss. “I love you, too, Ghost. You’re a part of me. Now give me that fucking orgasm so we can both go to sleep.”

“Whatever you say.”

I turn her around, so she’s facing the shower wall, and slip my hand between her thighs. I’m rock hard now. All the stress and danger of the day have left us both needy and desperate. She pushes her sexy little ass out toward me, pressing her forearms against the tiled shower wall to take her weight. Roughly, I push two fingers inside her, finding her already wet for me. She moans with pleasure and pushes back against me. I pull my fingers free and bend at the knees, positioning my cock at her pussy, and shove hard inside her from behind, making her whimper.

Fuck me, she feels like heaven.

I hold myself deep, squeeze my eyes shut, and lean forward to press my forehead to her wet shoulder. Water rains down over us, washing away the horrors of the past twenty-four hours. Her pussy clamps around me, squeezing me as tight as a glove, and I think I could die happy here, just like this.

But then she looks over her shoulder, still playful. “Fuck me hard, Ghost. I want to forget my own name.”

“Gladly.”

I reach around her body, one hand seeking her clit, the other cupping the slippery wetness of her breast, before I slide back out of her, almost all the way, then drive back in, hard. The force slams her up against the tiled wall, but the cry she gives is one of pure pleasure.

Rubbing her clit in circles, I pick up the rhythm. Fuck, she feels so good, and both of us being naked and wet only heightens the eroticism. The sound of our wet skin slapping together fills the small space, drowned out only by my heavy breathing and her cries, which get louder and louder.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she gasps.

I’m not merely watching this time, on the sidelines, I’m right here with her. Perhaps there will be times when I’ll want to go back to being the observer. To directing Ace and Rook on how to pleasure her, and maybe even witness how different she is when she’s fucking Jack, but for right now, it’s just me and her. And it’s fucking perfect.

“God, you’re so hot.” I speak with my mouth against her shoulder. “I’m not going to last.”

“It’s okay,” she encourages me. “I’m close, too. Just keep fucking me like this. Don’t stop. Oh, God, don’t stop.”

Her entire body is trembling, and I sense she’s struggling to keep on her feet. I fuck her harder, my ass and thigh muscles taut as a bow, moving faster until I can tell we’re both right on the edge.

Somehow, I manage to hold off until she lets out a cry that’s close to a scream and her pussy ripples around me. With the kind of bliss that has my eyes rolling and my toes curling, I give in and ram myself deep.