“We have a situation,” Stitch starts by saying and follows by explaining Reaper’s abuse towards Camilla and how we found her, now he is currently using threats to the club to lure Camilla back to him. The fucker knows that he would have been caught and is taking the easy way out.
We work out a plan that includes making sure to have the women and children in the bunker on the other side of the property in case the fucker gets any ideas. We decide to move them at night to avoid drawing attention.
Stitch’s brother agrees without any hesitation. We will be close enough if anything goes wrong, but they will be sitting closer since Reaper won’t know to expect them.
I hate it. I fucking hate it, but I can’t come up with a single thing we can do that would not put so many lives at risk.
We spend hours in Church working out everything that we will need to prepare and do. We will have to also make sure that we stay on top of Camilla’s phone in case he contacts her.
Once the last brothers leave, I have the need to find my woman.
She’s laying in her bed working on her laptop. You wouldn’t know anything was wrong with her in this moment.
Her face lights up when I walk into the room and it feels fucking amazing that she wants me so much that seeing me brightens her up.
“Hey baby, what you doing?” I ask sliding into the small bed beside her. She moves so that I can wrap my arms around her with her back to my front and then closes her laptop.
“Just a story I’m working on. You know, girl falls for guy and guy doesn’t think he feels the same way, pushes her away,” she says as I kiss her along her neck and shoulder as she speaks.
“Is that right?” I murmur into her ear.
“Yeah, nothing like a good love story,” she says, and her breathing comes out faster as I slide my hands along her body.
I hum my agreement to her as she turns her head to capture my lips in a kiss.
I slide my tongue into her mouth loving the taste and feel of her against me.
I have to try my hardest to not get carried away.
Once all this bullshit is all over and the threat is gone, I’m going to make love to this woman the way we both are craving.
She turns her body so that now she’s under me as we get lost in each other.
We grind into each other and I pull my head back as I slide my hand down to her pants, and she nods her head giving me permission to keep going.
Feeling her wet for me has me holding back a groan.
“Fuck, baby, you are so wet,” I say before taking her lips in another kiss.
She murmurs her agreement against my lips as I slide a finger inside of her.
The gasp that comes from her lips as I slowly slide my finger in and out of her has me fighting against ripping both of our clothes off and taking her right there.
I need to remind myself that now is not the time.
The time will come when I can spend hours loving her body the way she deserves.
I can still spend some time now giving her a little bit of pleasure for what’s to come.
She starts to undo my buckle and pants and I try to pull back to stop her, but she shakes her head looking at me straight in the eyes.
“I just want to touch you,” she says. There is no fucking way I can so “no” to that.
“Okay baby,” I say and let her finish opening my jeans.
She slides her hand underneath my boxers and hesitantly wraps her slender hand around my cock.
Just feeling her hand on me is fucking perfect.
Her eyes widen when she takes in my full length.
I’m not a small man and have quite a bit to work with, so I understand the look in her eyes.
“Don’t worry, baby. When the time comes, I’ll make sure you feel so good when you take me,” I rasp out when she tightens her hold on me.
She lets out a nod when a moan escapes her and I slide another finger inside of her.
This woman has me feeling so much, and this is the tamest thing that I have done with a woman in a long fucking time.
“Tyson,” she says when I feel her walls start to clench around my fingers.
“That’s it, baby. Let me feel you come,” I say against her neck as I kiss the spot there that I know makes her moan.
Her hand works me harder and faster. I can feel my release crawling its way up my body.
The only sound in the room is our heavy breathing and moans.
When I move my head down to grab a nipple with my teeth through her shirt, she lets out a loud cry and I feel her come around my fingers.
A couple thrusts later and I’m spilling into her hand.
I move us so that I’m spooning her again as I don’t want to crush her with my body weight.
She grabs the blanket from the end of the bed and pulls it over us.
We lie there for minutes and I think she has fallen asleep until she speaks.
“I didn’t think that I could feel like this again,” she says sounding awed by the fact.
“Baby, you deserve to feel like this for the rest of your life,” I tell her as I hold her tighter.
I try to ignore the way she stiffens at my words because I know what she’s
