Chapter 15
GEMMA
T he scent of cinnamon and brown sugar clung to the air, warm and comforting, even though my nerves were anything but. I hadn’t slept more than a couple of hours, too keyed up to rest while Hawk was out doing whatever it took to bring Ellen home and take down the man behind it all.
I finally gave up and crept into the clubhouse kitchen just after four, preheated the ovens, and started working. The coffee was already brewed, and three French toast casseroles bubbled inside the oven.
Callum had texted about an hour ago to let me know they were headed back. A hot breakfast was the least I could do for the guys after they’d been out all night to help me.
I sat at one of the long tables, stirring creamer into my coffee. Keeping my hands busy helped, but the waiting was finally over.
The kitchen door creaked open behind me. I turned and got the best surprise.
Callum.
The second I saw him, I forgot all about French toast and coffee.
He looked freshly showered, dressed in a clean black tee and worn jeans. His hair was slightly damp, flattened at the top and curling slightly at the ends, like he’d shoved his helmet on while it was wet. His dark eyes were steady as he crossed the room.
I slammed my mug onto the table, jumped to my feet, and met him halfway. “You’re back!”
His arms wrapped around my waist, and he lifted me off my feet. When he set me back down, he reached for my hand, curling his fingers around mine with a quiet intensity that made my heart skip.
Without a word, he turned and guided me out of the kitchen. “Where’s everyone else? I hope nobody got hurt.”
Callum shook his head. “All of our guys are fine.”
Fox walked toward us, shaking his head. “Except Wrecker.” At my look of concern, he added, “Not ’cause he got hurt. Just pulled away to handle something that I have a hunch is gonna rock his world.”
“French toast casseroles are in the oven and only need a few more minutes,” I called, wondering what he meant by that as Callum tugged me away.
Fox nodded. “I’ll make sure they get pulled out before they burn.”
Callum led me toward his room. The door shut behind us with a soft click, and it was finally just the two of us. Callum turned toward me and pulled something from the inside pocket of his leather cut.
A framed photo. Mine. Another one from my archive. Soft lighting, lace-trimmed lingerie, and that vulnerable strength I tried so hard to capture in others—reflected in me. The kind of photo I never would’ve shared publicly even though it was beautiful.
My breath caught. “You found him. Is Ellen okay?”
“Yeah, she’s good now.” He pressed the photo into my hand. “This was the only copy he printed. Deviant scrubbed everything digital. There are no backups. Nothing on the cloud. No drive that someone is gonna find. Just this, and now you have it.”
“Thank you.” I was touched by the fact that he knew me well enough to understand that I needed to have this copy. Just like I knew he would’ve wanted to destroy it in a rage. But he held back to give me what I needed. “I love you.”
His expression sharpened, his eyes turning fierce. Then he stepped in close, cupping my face in his big palms. “You’re mine, Gemma. Forever.”
I blinked up at him, even as butterflies took flight in my belly. “That’s it? I was kind of expecting to hear those three little words back from you.”
His lips twitched. “I can do better than that.”
He strode over to the desk, yanked open a drawer, and pulled something out. My breath caught in my chest when I realized what it was. A black leather vest in my size, with a property patch on the back announcing to the world that I belonged to Callum.
“Be mine, officially. Be my old lady.”
He held it out with both hands, and my throat closed up. My fingers curled into the leather as I clutched it against my chest.
“I love you, Gemma,” he said quietly but without hesitation. “You’re it for me.”
Emotion swelled in my chest. “Yes. So much yes.”
“Gonna slide a ring on your finger soon, too,” he promised before hauling me against his chest.
His mouth crashed into mine, and everything else faded. There was only us.
The warmth of his body. The leather of the vest pressed between us. The way his fingers curled around the back of my neck as though he couldn’t bear to let me go.
I dropped the vest onto the edge of the bed without breaking the kiss. My hands gripped the front of his tee, twisting in the soft fabric as he angled his head and deepened the kiss, stealing the air from my lungs.
His fingers slipped beneath the hem of my shirt and dragged it over my head in one fluid motion, eyes darkening as he looked at me.
“Lie back, baby.”
I obeyed, heart thudding against my ribs as I scooted onto the mattress. He followed me down, bracing his weight above me with one arm while his other hand skated over my side and down to my thigh.
“I need you,” I whispered.
“You’ve got me.” He dipped his head and brushed a kiss over my collarbone. “Always.”
He quickly finished undressing me, then his boots and jeans hit the floor.
I stared as he stripped out of his cut and shirt, exposing his muscular chest to my hungry gaze.
I licked my lips when he shoved his boxer briefs down his thick thighs, and his big dick sprung free, a drop of precome already beaded at the top.
Callum fisted the shaft, stroking up and down. “Is my baby hungry for me?”
“Always.”
His dark eyes heated even more. “Not sure I have it in me to feel your sweet lips wrapped around my cock without blowing tonight.”
“The blow job can wait.” I trailed my fingers down the valley between my breasts. “We have all the time in the world for everything we want to do to each other, right?”
“Damn fucking straight we do,” he growled.
Then he was on top of me, skin to skin, all heat and muscle. His hands skimmed up my sides, his mouth moving across my chest in a worshipful path that quickly had me writhing beneath him.
“Gotta get you ready to take my cock, baby.”
He wedged his broad shoulders between my thighs so he had better access to my pussy. After lowering his head, he ate at me like a starving man. Licking between my pussy lips and circling my clit with his tongue. His touch was warm and wet, hitting the perfect spots over and over again.
Arching my hips off the mattress, I rode his face until he pinched my clit and waves of pleasure crashed over me. “Yes, oh yes! Callum!”
When I finally stilled beneath him, he lifted his head. “Fucking love to hear you cry my name like that. Best damn sound in the world.”
He notched the tip of his dick at my core, but I gripped his veiny forearms to stop him before he sank inside me. His gaze swept over my expression before he asked, “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Absolutely nothing,” I assured him with a hazy grin as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “It’s just that I want to be on top.”
“Hurry, baby. I need you,” he rasped, rolling us over so I was straddling him.
The need in his deep voice spurred me on. I lifted and positioned his dick at my entrance, and he wrapped his hands around my waist to steady me. I glided my pussy down his hard length, getting it wet.
“Take what you need, baby,” he urged as I slowly lowered myself until he was deep inside.
I swiveled my hips. “Wanna drive you wild.”
Callum stroked one of his palms up my spine to tangle it in my hair. Tugging my head back, he punched his hips up, going even deeper. “You always do. Never gonna get enough of this sweet pussy that’s mine. Only ever mine.”
The possessive thread in his tone ratcheted my desire even higher. Then his other hand slid between us, and he circled my clit with his thumb. “Ride me, baby.”
I might’ve been on top, but he was still in control. Which somehow made me feel even more free as I let go, gliding up and down his hard shaft until my body was strung taut above him. “So close.”
“Fly apart for me,” he grunted, yanking me down against him so his dick was anchored deep.
I ground up and down as much as I could with how he was holding me, my breasts bouncing while I flew apart. He followed with a groan that sounded like my name and a vow all in one. “Gemma, fuck yeah. That’s it, milk the come from my cock.”
My orgasm went on and on until I finally collapsed against his chest, fully spent.
Sprawled against him with his arms wrapped around me, I knew exactly where I belonged.
Forever.