Chapter 12 #2
I lean in, letting my lips find the spot just below her jaw.
She gasps again, the sound lighting something deep in me.
I keep going, slow but sure, mapping her with mouth and hands.
That little spot at the base of her throat?
Magic. The curve of her waist fits my palm like it’s mine.
And when I finally slide my hand between her thighs, she trembles.
Her bra comes off with a practised flick, and I swear under my breath because fuck, her breasts are perfect.
I don’t hesitate. I lean down and take one into my mouth, tongue circling, before I draw it in deep and slow.
She arches beneath me, moaning low, hands suddenly everywhere; my back, my shoulders, in my hair.
Nails rake lightly across my scalp, and it wrecks me.
She’s not still and she’s not quiet. She meets every touch with more, pulls me into her with a heat that makes my head spin.
“I need you,” she says, breathless, wrecked and focused. “Please, Storm.”
I close my eyes, fighting to keep control. I want to just take her, fast and hard, but I won’t. Not yet. I need to make this unforgettable.
“You’ll have me,” I promise, my voice rough as I kiss down her stomach, each inch of skin hot under my mouth. “All of me. But first…”
I settle between her thighs and hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties. She lifts her hips without a word, and I pull the lace down, slowly dragging it over her soft skin, exposing her inch by inch.
Fuck.
“Beautiful,” I breathe, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, then the other, working upward. Her legs part for me, welcoming me in like they’ve been waiting.
The first taste of her nearly undoes me.
I groan against her, tongue finding her clit, slow and steady, while her breath stutters out of her.
I listen to her body and learn its rhythm; how she gasps when I circle her clit just right, how her hips buck when I slide a finger inside her, then two, curling until she cries out.
Her hands clutch the sheets then tangle in my hair. Her moans get louder, breath faster, thighs trembling against my shoulders. I feel her build, tighten, the edge coming quick and hard.
“Let go, Camryn,” I murmur against her, my mouth never stopping. “Come for me.”
She does. Her whole body arches, a raw cry spilling from her lips, my name tangled in the sound. She clenches around my fingers, thighs squeezing, every muscle tensing as she rides the wave, shaking and gorgeous and utterly undone.
I kiss my way back up her body, her skin hot and slick with sweat. She grabs me and kisses me hard, tasting herself on my lips like she doesn’t care, like it turns her on more. Her fingers are already at my jeans, popping the button and dragging the zipper down.
I help her get them off, boxers too, my cock springing free. She stares, eyes widening a little. Yeah, I know what she’s seeing, but there’s only want on her face.
“Condom?” she asks.
“Top drawer,” I grunt.
She reaches over, finds it, and rips the foil open with her teeth. Jesus. She rolls it on with slow, curious hands that test me and stroke me, making my hips jerk.
I slide between her legs and line myself up, feeling her heat against the head of my cock. I pause, breath caught.
“You sure?” I ask. I need to hear her say it.
She looks up at me, eyes locked on mine. “I’m sure. I want this. I want you.”
I push in slow, careful, watching her face as she stretches around me, inch by inch. Her mouth falls open but she doesn’t look away. Neither do I.
When I’m all the way in, we both breathe like we’ve been underwater.
“You okay?” I whisper, brushing hair from her cheek.
She nods, biting her lip, a smile starting to form. “More than okay. Move, Storm. Please.”
So I do.
I pull back and thrust in again, deep and steady. Her legs wrap around me, ankles locking at my back, changing the angle. I groan into her neck and feel her arms tighten around me.
“Fuck, Camryn,” I pant. “You feel so fucking good.”
Her hips meet mine, finding rhythm, building heat. Her nails rake down my back, spurring me on. I pick up speed and drive into her harder, deeper. She moans louder, more urgent.
Every sound she makes stokes the fire in me. She’s soaked, tight, pulsing around me, and I know she’s close again. I shift and slide a hand between us, thumb circling her clit.
Her breath breaks. She clamps down around me.
“Yes. Yes, don’t stop, please—”
And then she falls apart, shattering with a cry, head thrown back, body tensing, spasming around my cock. I thrust through it, losing myself as she clenches around me, until my own release hits like lightning; hot, fast, brutal.
I groan, burying my face in her neck, hips jerking as the orgasm rips through me.
We collapse together, panting, tangled. I pull out of her gently, strip off the condom and toss it somewhere, then gather her close.
She tucks her face into my chest, her breath still shaky.
“Holy shit,” she murmurs.
I laugh, kissing her forehead. “Yeah.”
She laughs too, lazy and warm. “You’re not allowed to leave this bed.”
“Not planning on it,” I say, pulling her tighter. “You’re not done. Not even close.”
She hums in agreement, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest, following the lines of my tattoos. "Can I ask you something?" she says after a moment.
"Anything."
"Did you mean what you said, about wanting us to stay? About... family?"
I prop myself up on one elbow, needing to see her face for this conversation. "Every word," I tell her, holding her gaze steadily. "I want you in my life, Camryn. You and Emily. Not just for now, not just until it's convenient. Always."
She searches my face, looking for any sign of hesitation or insincerity. Finding none, she nods slowly. "It won't be easy," she warns. "I have a job, Emily has school..."
"Nothing worth having is easy," I say simply. "We'll figure it out. Together."
A smile spreads across her face, slow and beautiful. "Together," she repeats. "I like the sound of that."
I lean down to kiss her, soft and sweet this time—a seal on our agreement. "Me too."
We stay tangled for a while, just content to be here.
"What are you thinking about?" Camryn asks softly, her head pillowed on my chest. "You've gone quiet."
I consider deflecting, giving her some lighter version of my thoughts, but that's not what we're building here. Not what she deserves.
"My mom," I admit. "She would have loved you. Both of you."
Camryn shifts to look at me, her expression gentle. "Tell me about her," she encourages. "If you want to."
So I do. For the first time in years, I talk about my mom; not just her death and how the cancer ravaged her body, but her life. How she loved thunderstorms, how she could make anyone laugh with her terrible jokes, how she looked after everyone, not just her own kids, but Shadow and Cerys too.
Camryn listens, really listens, her eyes never leaving my face, her hand steady on my chest over my heart. When I fall silent, having exhausted my store of memories, she simply leans up and kisses me; a gesture of understanding that requires no words.
"Thank you for telling me," she says quietly. "For sharing her with me."
"Thank you for listening," I reply, meaning it more than she can know. The weight I've carried for so long feels lighter somehow, shared between us now.
We drift into a comfortable silence, on the edge of sleep, when Camryn speaks again, her voice a drowsy murmur against my skin.
"Storm isn't just your road name, is it?" she asks. "It's more than that."
I tense slightly, surprised by her insight. "What do you mean?"
"You said they call you Storm because of your temper and how it breaks like a storm," she elaborates. "But it's more than that. It's about her too, isn't it? About your mom loving storms."
The observation hits me with unexpected force.
I've never made that connection consciously, yet as soon as she says it, I know it's true.
When the brothers gave me my road name years ago, citing my explosive temper, something about it had felt right in a way I couldn't explain. Now I understand why.
"Yeah," I admit roughly. "I think maybe it is."
Camryn snuggles closer, her body warm and soft against mine.
"I think that's beautiful," she whispers, pressing a kiss to my chest, right over my heart.
"It’s a way of keeping her with you. And maybe.
.." She hesitates, then continues, "Maybe that's why I'm not afraid of you, despite your name.
Because somewhere deep down, I sense that connection. That protection."
I tighten my arm around her, overwhelmed by the unexpected insight; by the way she sees through me to truths I've kept hidden even from myself.
"Get some sleep," I tell her, my voice rough with emotion. "We've got a big day tomorrow."
"Mmm," she agrees sleepily. "What's happening tomorrow?"
I smile, thinking of the plans already forming in my mind: bringing Emily home from her sleepover, telling her we're going to be a family, figuring out the logistics of our new life together.
"Everything," I say simply. "Everything begins tomorrow."
As Camryn drifts off to sleep in my arms, I stay awake a little longer watching the gentle rise and fall of her breathing, marveling at the turn my life has taken. A month ago, I was alone; content enough with my brothers and the club, never imagining what I was missing.
Now, I have Camryn. Emily. A future that looks nothing like my past—brighter and fuller than anything I could have envisioned for myself.