Chapter Twenty-Four
CAMDEN
She’s drenched in blood, looking like a warrior queen fresh from battle.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
When our eyes meet through the alley, I watch as the adrenaline that’s pumping through her veins turns to molten, carnal lust. Her breathing is labored, coming in heavy pants.
Blood splatter sticks to her skin, her hair a matted mess, but she looks ethereal.
We’re moving toward each other a moment later, crashing together in a race to connect, the carnage at our feet long forgotten. I claim her mouth with my own, sucking her tongue into my mouth, swallowing down every one of her desperate, breathy moans.
Our hands move quickly, ridding each other of our jeans, my cock springing free and bobbing against my T-shirt.
Saige reaches for it, her hand closing around my length, giving it a few hard tugs before dropping to her knees, sucking my engorged head into her mouth, swirling her warm tongue around it.
“Fuck, baby, love when you suck on me,” I praise her, threading my hands through her hair and holding her still so I can thrust my cock down her throat.
Her gags reach my ear, spit and precum dribbling from the corners of her mouth.
She takes all of it, suctioning her hot little mouth around me, forcing pleasure to spread through me at an alarming rate.
Before I’m ready for her to, she pops off, looking up at me with her mischievous smile, letting her spit purposefully drip down from her mouth onto the head of my cock. Such a fucking vixen. Goddamn, I’m feral for her.
“Fucking hell, woman, I love you like this.”
Saige quickly stands, turning around, baring her perfect, plump, bare ass for me.
She braces herself against the hard brick wall of the alley while I spread her cheeks further, taking a look at her glistening pink center and her tight little asshole in the dim moonlight.
I spit twice onto her, rubbing the crown of my cock through her slick folds, dipping my cock into her heat to just the head.
I love watching how her pussy stretches and opens up for me, how wet she gets, especially when she drenches us.
“Look at this pussy weeping for her Heathen’s cock. You love being filled by me, Saige? You love it when I take you bare and pump you full of my cum?”
“Fuck, yes. Give it to me. I’m fucking empty without you.” Jesus Christ, if that isn’t the best thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
I line up my cock with her tight heat and push forward a moment later, filling her completely in one hard thrust. I moan out my appreciation, letting her know just how damn good it feels when I fuck her, when her tight, soft walls spasm around my dick. How the hell did I ever live without this?
“That’s my girl. Fuck, you take me so well. Look at this pussy swallowing me, you’re sucking me in, gripping me so tight, vixen.”
“It feels so good, Camden. Christ!” Her nails drag down the brick as she grapples to hold herself up. I watch as my cock disappears inside her body, the way she’s spread open for me, her slick wetness coating both of us.
I’m pulling out of her just as quickly as I entered, dropping to my knees, spreading her legs further, burying my face into her core, pussy and ass suffocating me, just like I like it.
“Oh fuck, yes. I love your mouth,” she screams as she bucks against me.
“That’s it, Cam, lick it. Make me come.” Goddamn, I love when this woman tries to tell me what to do.
My tongue lashes at her clit, hard strokes through her lips, over and over again, her cum coating my tongue and slipping down my throat.
I spank her ass twice, loving how her skin blooms red from the impact. I lick upward to her asshole, rimming her with my tongue, getting it nice and wet and ready before dipping back down.
“Oh fuck yes, Camden.”
“You like that, vixen? You want it right here?” I move backward from her clit, lapping at her ass while she writhes and jerks bent over in front of me.
“Such a good girl. It’s gonna feel good when I take you here, gonna fill up both your holes when I do.
Fuck, I can picture how you’re gonna stretch around me, Saige.
” I bury my face between her legs, moving my fingers between us to stroke her little clit.
I know she’s desperate to come, desperate to be fucked again.
But I want her to come on my tongue first, need to taste her when she falls off that cliff.
I plunge my tongue into her heat, the tight walls of her pussy fluttering around me.
I’m engulfed with her scent—sweet, musky, and so very her.
I’m obsessed with it. I know she’s close based on the way her body contracts, her legs starting to involuntarily shake.
Using two of my fingers, I pinch her clit while fucking her with my tongue, and it sets my woman right off.
“Oh fuck, Camden! Yessss!” she screams. Before she comes down from her high, I right myself, standing to my full height and gripping her hips. I drive home a moment later, her pussy still spasming through her orgasm.
I fuck her against the rough wall, it’s hard and fast and brutal, and exactly what we both need. We’re both covered in blood, adrenaline still pumping through our veins, but we’re alive, we’re together, she’s safe.
“I’m going to come, baby, and I want you to swallow it down. You ready?”
“Give it to me, Camden, let me taste you.”
“Fuck, Saige. On your knees, baby.” I pull from her body, my fist replacing her tight pussy as she spins around and drops to her knees, opening her mouth for me.
I stuff her full of my cock as her lips wrap around my length, her fist taking over for mine.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as my orgasm starts at the base of my spine and spirals outward.
Saige moans around my dick as I shoot rope after rope of cum into the back of her throat. She swallows every bit I give her, sucking on my head, pulling every drop from me. It’s fucking incredible, and my knees almost give out at the sight and feeling of it all.
When I pull free from her, I grab her arms, hauling her upright to claim her mouth. She opens right away, my tongue delving into hers, tasting the heady mixture of both of us on her tongue. It’s incredible. She’s incredible.
“We need to call for clean-up, and we need to check in with everyone,” she pants, and it makes me so fucking proud that she’s thinking with her head, thinking about my club, my family.
“Clean-up is on standby; I’ll send them a text now, then we head back to the clubhouse and wait to hear from Sin.”
The next few hours are a blur. It’s the first time my brothers have ever been out in a fight without me.
Separating from them felt like I was losing a goddamn limb.
But we needed to take out Diesel and his goons while also hitting their clubhouse.
Malice texted that they were on their way an hour ago, and they still haven’t gotten back.
I pace the length of the front room, waiting, pulling my hair free of its confines and putting it back up again too many times to count.
Saige sits on a barstool; her legs crossed in a pair of clean denim jeans she brought with her.
I need a fucking distraction. I need to have Malice put trackers in everyone’s gremlin bells.
“How many?” I ask her, breaking the silence.
“I don’t think you want to know that number, Camden.”
“I asked it, didn’t I?”
“Twenty-two. Over the last several years.”
“Any Heathens?”
“Camden.”
“Answer the question.”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“You really were going to kill me, weren’t you?”
“I was.”
“There’s just one problem with that. I’ve seen you in a fight. I’ve seen you take down two men double your size with no issue. How’d I get the upper hand that day you followed me?” I watch as Saige’s face pales slightly, but she quickly puts her mask firmly back in place.
“You were stronger and quicker.”
“Bullshit, baby. Try again.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say, Camden.”
“Let’s start with the truth.”
“The world felt like it shifted under my feet, okay? I had a moment where my head wasn’t as clear as it always is.”
“Did I fluster you, vixen?” I ask, my voice dropping as I walk up to her, kicking her legs open and stepping between them.
“Fuck off with that. I don’t get flustered.”
“I remember the look on your face, how your brown eyes darkened, your cheeks flushed with pink, the way your breathing hitched. Fuck, I was so hard for you. I would have dropped to my knees and crawled across the ground just to have a moment longer with you.”
“I hate you.”
“Yeah, I know, baby,” I whisper as I pinch her chin between my thumb and forefinger, slowly descending on her lips. She returns my kiss with fervor, opening her mouth and accepting my tongue. My hands delve into her long black hair, tilting her head back so I can deepen it.
Saige’s hands find their home on my forearms, the black nail polish of her fingernails digging slightly into my skin.
I break apart, resting my forehead against hers just as the low rumble of bikes echoes on the wind. They’re home. Saige and I separate, both standing and heading toward the door.
Our flood lights turn on as Saige and I step outside, a few other prospects who stayed behind joining us.
Dust fills the air as the bikes trail up the long dirt driveway, parking out front instead of the garage.
I immediately start doing headcounts, starting with my ranked members.
Sin gets off his bike first, his unmistakable red hair letting me know he’s still breathing.
Malice is next, then Noose and Rolo, the patch bunnies starting to filter in from their bunkhouse next to the clubhouse.
Rolo’s wife, Morgan, bolts in his direction, wrapping her legs and arms around his body as he grips her back just as fiercely.
I watch them for a moment, and I realize having a woman stay behind, worrying about whether I was going to die or come home to her, is something I’ve never wanted.
Then I look at Saige, my goddamn fierce warrior queen, knowing she will fight by my side if the need arises, and I know Lucas made this happen.
He knew I needed someone just like her. Someone who could stand with me just like he did.
Sin reaches us first, grabbing my hand and pulling me in for a hug.
“How’d it go?”
“They’re all gone, made sure of it. Wrath and I double-checked there weren’t any teenage bastard children living with their mothers who will pop up out of nowhere like we had happen last year,” he jokes.
That sucked. We thought we had killed all of the Iron Wolves, the club responsible for murdering Lucas and Lena, only to have the president’s son pop back up after ten years to wreak havoc on us.
“There are none, luckily, I should add.”
Malice joins us on the deck; his torso covered in crimson. “Do you know how not to make a mess, Mal?” I ask as I take in the horror of his current condition. He looks down at himself, running his fingers through the drying blood.
“I just keep hitting the sweet spots; they erupt like Mount St. Helens.”
“The neck, right? Like a geyser. Sprayers are the worst,” Saige adds, and my mouth falls open as the two of them step to the side to discuss further.
“You doin’ okay?” I ask Sin.
“Yeah, I was hesitant, going off of only Saige’s intel.
You may trust her, but I’m still a little cautious.
I’m sure she’ll grow on me. She was right about everything.
They were unprepared, drunk or high, no real defenses besides a janky-ass gate.
We blew through it, and even then, they stumbled to fight us.
It was a bloodbath, but it was an easy one.
We only lost one prospect, and I’m fairly certain he accidentally shot himself.
I have Malice handling letting his family know and the funeral expenses. ”
“I’m glad you all handled it well. It’s behind us.”
“Of course we did. We’ve created a family unit here, we take care of each other, and I hope it proves to you that you can put yourself as a priority now. The club isn’t going to fall apart if you aren’t there every second. We can and will keep moving forward. We’re a well-oiled machine.”
“You’re right. I guess it’s time I learn how to laugh and comfort someone else, huh?”
“Based on the way that woman is looking at you right now with heart eyes, I’d say you figured it out.
I need a shower and to check on Mr. Bun-Buns.
I’ll catch you tomorrow.” Sin walks away, and I turn to meet Saige’s eyes.
My woman doesn’t have fucking heart eyes, I don’t think it’s even possible for her.
But she is looking at me like she’s happy to see me.
And I’ll take that over anything else. There’s no way I can let her go.