62. Crew
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
CREW
T he last person I feel like dealing with before today’s meeting is Charles Davenport, and yet that’s who’s on the other end of the phone, pretending like he hasn’t teamed up with my brother to take down the Syndicate.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and try to keep my attention off the woman sitting on the edge of my desk while I listen to Charles prattle on about how the Knights didn’t honor a trade deal and shortchanged him.
This is the kind of shit we technically should be resolving, but it’s been years, they should really be able to sort it out on their own without our help.
Camilla shifts on the desk, and I force myself not to look at her. She’s too fucking tempting when she’s wearing nothing more than one of our shirts, usually Kovu’s. He seems to find comfort in her wearing his clothes, and after so many years of him finding that comfort in very little, we’re all more than happy to make that concession for him.
One of her feet presses against my knee, and I release a breath as I try to listen to what Charles is telling me, but then the other foot rests on my other knee, and my stomach flips with anticipation. My eyes flick to her and land straight on her bare pussy, causing me to cough to cover the moan that tries to escape.
“Are you okay? Are you even listening to me?” Charles asks, his tone even more irritated than normal.
I open my mouth to respond when Camilla’s hand glides down her body, immediately homing in on her clit, which produces another rough cough.
“Yeah. Just coffee going down wrong,” I lie, my voice higher than it usually is. “Go on.”
“So as I was saying, I realize I could bring this up at our meeting today, but I wanted to make sure you were around the situation. I’m sure those snakes at Knight are going to try to twist it in their favor…”
I stop listening as I watch Camilla circle her clit, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she tries to hold her moans back. She’d better do just that because I don’t want to have to explain to the five families that I killed Davenport for hearing my woman’s moans.
The moment the thought crosses my mind, I reprimand myself. She’s not mine. She can’t be. And that’s why I’ve been keeping my distance. Maybe with some time and space, she’ll come to the same realization that I have, but if this little show she’s putting on is anything to go by, I may be out of luck on that front.
“And as per the bylaws, if a member is to back out of a deal made with another member, there have to be consequences passed down by the Syndicate.”
I almost scoff at his selective following of the bylaws, especially seeing as the very first one is that if a member attempts to overthrow the Syndicate, they will face immediate death.
Camilla’s hand dips lower and circles her entrance, and when I flick my eyes up to meet hers, she’s smirking at me like the cat that ate the fucking cream.
Oh, she’s going to be in so much trouble for this little stunt.
She leans back further, using her free hand to prop herself up as she presses a finger inside herself and lifts her hips. Having her perfect pussy so close to my face, watching as it stretches around her slender finger, has me so fucking hard my cock aches behind the zipper of my pants.
He hasn’t quite gotten the memo that we’re meant to be keeping our distance from Camilla, it seems.
“Listen, Charles, I understand you’re upset, but this is something we should be discussing at this afternoon’s meeting at the Scarlet Lounge so that I can hear both sides of the story. You know, we don’t decide on anything until we have the whole picture.” I’m fucking proud at how even my voice comes out, considering how amped up I am watching Camilla pleasure herself.
He replies with some excuse, reiterating how he believes Christopher will try to talk his way out of it, and then launches into another grievance I have no patience for right now.
Camilla presses a second finger inside herself and barely catches the groan that tries to escape her throat. Fuck, if I don’t get off this call soon, I might just fuck her with Davenport on the other end of the phone.
The idea has merit, and perhaps it would solidify the fact that we make the rules, not him. But again, then I would have to kill him, and that’s just not a mess I feel like cleaning up on top of all the ones Caleb seems to be making.
“I really need to get going, Charles. I’ll see you this afternoon, and we can discuss this further.”
I hang up the phone before he can try to stay on the phone, because my patience has officially left the building.
The phone lands on the desk beside Camilla as she withdraws her fingers and promptly presses them to my lips, wiping her wetness across the soft skin before returning them to her pussy and immediately pressing three fingers inside herself. The taste of her explodes on my tongue, and I’m desperate for more. Her pussy is too fucking addictive for me to resist.
Her pussy stretches as she moans, her hips lifting of their own accord.
I reach for her, but she shakes her head slowly.
“No,” she says. “You’re the one who is putting distance between us, so now you get to see the consequences of those actions.”
“You can’t be serious,” I choke out.
“Oh, but I am. You think you know better than me. You think you know what’s best for me and what I’m going to want in the future. But you don’t. You don’t have a fucking clue.” There’s an edge of pain in her words, and regret hits me in the gut.
She’s right.
I haven’t given her a chance to speak to me about what Caleb said. I’ve spent as much time as possible outside the compound, more than I have in years, in fact, just so I can avoid her to try to make it easier on both of us. But what I should have done was talk to her.
And now she’s going to make me pay for that mistake.