Page 72 of The Riders’ Reign

I guess I can live with all these… things, if they remind me of Camile whenever I look at them. My wife used to like womanly touches as she called them, and I slowly got rid of everything after she died, preferring to live like a monk. Maybe I was punishing myself a little for what I felt was me letting her down.

I spot a framed photograph sitting on a side table and frown as my heart does a strange little flip. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that picture.

"What's that? Did Vani put that there?"

It's a picture of me with my wife and Vani when she was little. We’re all beaming out cheesily at the camera.

"No," Camile says. "Vani and I did it together. I thought there should be more pictures of your family around the house. They should have been up all along."

I swallow against the lump in my throat. "I know. I guess it was too painful before. But honestly, I can look at them now and it doesn't hurt in the same way anymore... because you healed me. I never thought my heart would be whole again, and yet here it is."

Tears well in her eyes. "You have no idea how much that means to me, Jack. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Baby-girl," I say, pulling her in for another kiss. "Now, how about I get unpacked, and then I can show you my scars?"

“Does that mean I get you naked?” she asks with a flutter of her eyelashes.

“I made you a promise in the hospital, and I intend to keep it.”

She bites her lower lip. “The one where you promised to ruin my pussy and make me forget my own name.”

I let out a growl. “That’s the one.”

Grabbing her hand, I drag her up the stairs. Turns out, I don’t give a fuck about unpacking, but I do give a fuck about getting her naked. We’re kissing before we even get through the bedroom door, yanking at each other’s clothes. There’s always been a sense of the forbidden when we’ve been together before, which had been fun and torment in equal measures, but now we have the freedom to just be us.

It makes me fucking glad to be alive.

Once we’re both naked, I pick her up—mindful of my injuries—and throw her onto the bed. I stand at the bottom of it, staring down at her. Her gaze is locked on my huge, pierced erection, and mine trails over every inch of her perfect skin, drinking her in. I don’t know what I ever did to bring this beautiful creature into my life, but I give my praises for it.

“You have to let me suck you now, Jack,” she says. “I’ve been waiting too long to wrap my lips around you.”

“Fuck, Baby-girl. You have no idea how hot it is to hear you say that.”

She gets to her hands and knees and, ass in the air, crawls toward me. She gazes up at me through her long, dark lashes and licks her lips.

“You like hearing me say I want to suck your cock?” She comes to a halt with her mouth a whisker away from the head, so I can feel the heat of her breath on my sensitive skin. “You want to hear me say how much I want to taste you?” And with that, she flicks out her tongue and swipes it across the tip, licking the piercing as she does.

A spark of electricity shoots through me. “Fucking hell.” I clench my fists at my side so I don’t grab her head and fuck her face.

Still staring up at me, she ducks to the base and runs her tongue up my length. “How about if I want you to fuck my throat? What if I want you to come in my mouth?”

Christ, if she carries on like this, I’m going to end up embarrassing myself and coming on her face. Since when did my sweet Camile turn into a porn star? But then I remember she’s not exactly been sitting around untouched while I’ve been in the hospital. She’s had Rook and Ace, and even Ghost to keep her entertained.

I wait for the stab of jealousy that I expect to come, but none does. Seems I’ve made my peace with sharing her somewhere along the way. I guess if these are the benefits, who am I to complain?

She continues to lick me like a lollipop, maintaining eye contact the whole time, and then, finally, she covers my cockhead with her mouth and sinks down as deep as she can take me.

Her mouth is hot and wet and tight. Fuck. I hit the back of her throat, and she gags but pushes through. Her tongue swirls around me and she hollows her cheeks, sucking me like a pro. I can’t stop my hips pumping, so I’m sliding between her lips. Her mouth is stretched around me, and I must be in danger of dislocating her fucking jaw, but still, she sucks and licks and moans, until I’m moments away from coming.

I put my hand on her shoulder to stop her.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth, Baby-girl. I want to be inside you.”

She releases me with a pop, a trail of saliva joining her lips to my dick. She wipes her mouth, and I pull her up to kiss me.

“My turn,” I tell her, and push her back on the bed again.

I grab her thighs and spread them wide.