Chapter 21 #2
“You needed to get it out, and I wasn’t going to let you do it alone. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to let you freeze.”
Camryn looks at me with so much emotion in her gaze that I’m having a hard time deciphering what she’s feeling. When she kisses me again, I get a better idea. She needs to feel safe. She needs to feel loved. She needs to know that I can give her those things.
Pressing my mouth to hers, I roll her onto her back and cover her with my body. My weight rests on my elbows as her mouth opens to me. Our tongues tangle in a deep, slow kiss filled with all the emotion that we don’t say out loud.
“Please, Barrett,” she whispers against my mouth.
Reaching down, I position my hard length at the heat of her entrance.
When I slide inside, Camryn exhales a deep breath as though she’s relieved to finally have the physical connection she was craving.
I move slowly as we stare into each other’s eyes.
This isn’t hurried or frenzied. It’s calm and reassuring.
I’m telling her—with my body—that I’m here for her, for whatever she needs.
That she can find comfort and strength in me.
Camryn rocks her hips in time with mine. Minutes pass and sweat beads on my forehead, but I never hurry my long, deep strokes inside her. Her breaths quicken and she tightens around my length. I know she’s close, and I don’t want her to hold back.
“You feel so good, Camryn. God, I love you.”
“I love you, too. So much.”
She lifts her chin to the ceiling and squeezes her eyes shut, but I don’t want her taking her beautiful eyes away from me.
“Eyes on me, baby. Let me see you.”
She moves her head back down, and our gazes lock as she opens her mouth and cries out in pleasure. She squeezes around me, and I can’t hold back. Pure pleasure races through me as I come inside my amazingly beautiful woman.
Camryn shakes beneath me, tremors running through her tight muscles as we take what we need from each other.
It’s everything she needs, and I need it, too.
The last week has been torture for me. Worrying about her and everything going on with not only the Russians, but now her father too.
I needed this connection, this reassurance that we’re in this together.
That our love—our life—is more than worth fighting for. It’s everything, plain and simple.
I pull out of her and lie on my side, arranging her so that she’s partially lying on top of me. My hand strokes through her hair as her fingers dance lazily across my naked chest.
“Thank you,” she whispers in the quiet room.
“For what?”
“For taking care of me. For loving me.”
I kiss the top of her head. “Baby, you never have to thank me for that. It’s the honor of my life, and that will never change.”
“Do you have eyes on him yet?” I ask into the comm in my ear as Cece and I sit at the booth in the diner in Ayre.
Liam and Sawyer are occupying a table several feet away from us by the window. I feel like a sitting duck here.
“Not yet,” Ozzy replies in my ear.
When I left the house this afternoon to meet the rest of the guys at the clubhouse, Camryn had a sad but resigned look in her eyes. We went over the plan for today, so she’s well aware we’re meeting her father under the pretense of giving him the flash drive back.
I spent the rest of yesterday reassuring Camryn with small touches and kisses.
She definitely wasn’t herself, and I think Syd was picking up on it, but she didn’t say anything.
Whenever Camryn caught her with a worried look on her face, she would smile and make some silly joke or something, but I could tell it was forced.
It nearly broke her when she found out about her sister, but I like to think I had a hand in putting her back together, or at the very least, she’s on her way to feeling whole again.
“He’s late,” I say to Cece, who has kept her face tilted away from the window.
I have to hand it to Cash. I have no idea how the hell he lets his woman put herself in these kinds of situations.
I’m about to crawl out of my skin just knowing in a few minutes, Cece’s going to be faced with a horrible human being who hurts women and girls.
How he isn’t standing sentry next to her, or keeping her locked up in the house like I am with Cam and Syd, is beyond me.
Then again, no one can tell Cece what to do.
He tried that once and it did not work in his favor.
I guess if you can’t beat them, join them—or some shit like that.
“Do you think he got tipped off somehow? Maybe he saw me and realized this was an ambush?” Cece asks.
“We got here early enough, and I thoroughly checked the place out and all of the surrounding buildings for any signs that someone may be watching the diner,” Liam says through the comm. “No one was waiting for us.”
I check the time on my phone again. Fuller was supposed to meet us thirty minutes ago.
“I don’t like this,” Jude says through the earpiece. “Something’s off.”
“I agree. That cocky son of a bitch wouldn’t be making us wait. He would be too excited to gloat over backing me into a corner and forcing me to hand the flash drive over,” I say.
My phone lights up with a phone call, Fuller’s name flashing across the screen.
“Where are you?” I ask in lieu of a greeting.
“I had a little time to think about things, and I changed my mind. I don’t think you were going to let me out of that diner.
Not if you looked through the flash drive.
Your little MC is gaining quite the reputation these last couple of years for helping other organizations…
restructure, shall we say. No, I needed more reassurance that I was going to be safe, so I upped the ante. ”
“What are you talking about?” I ask, my head swiveling toward Liam and locking eyes with the man.
“Put the phone to your other ear. I’ll be able to pick it up,” he tells me and I do what he says.
“I had some friends pay a visit to your house. You should probably get home and check on my daughter. The way they left her can’t be comfortable.”
“You son of a bitch! We had a deal,” I yell into the phone.
“Did we, though? Did you really plan on living up to your end of it?” When I don’t answer, he continues. “Sydney for the drive. You’ll meet me at my house tomorrow morning at nine. If you play nice, you’ll get your daughter back, and I’ll get what’s mine. Are we clear?”
Liam nods, and I hope like fuck he has a plan that will get my daughter away from this piece of human garbage sooner rather than later.
“I’ll be there,” I grind out through my clenched jaw.
“See you tomorrow,” he says, and before he’s disconnected the call, I’m out of the booth and running toward my truck.
“Call Danny,” I order into the comms as I peel away from the curb with Liam, Sawyer, and Cece right behind me. The prospect is supposed to be at the house with my girls.
“No answer,” Cash says into the comm a few moments later. “We’re right behind you guys. I’ll keep trying.”
I slam my fist into the dashboard and drive like a bat out of hell.
William Fuller took my daughter and hurt my woman. I’ll be taking his life before this is over.