Chapter 11
Camo
B eing a sucker for punishment, I agreed to go to Skyla’s gym for a workout with Winger and Thorin. Not that the vamp needs to work out; oh no, that fucker stayed in the body condition he was in when he got turned.
What I did not expect was to find her in the arms of the fucking cop, Tate David. I dislike the fucker but Pres thinks he is a good solid cop because he will protect a human but also a supernatural if they need it. He believes in true justice.
I glare at the prick with his hands on my girl.
But is she really yours?
Skyla looks at me with rage in her eyes, as she steps away from David and goes to move in front of him, because I have no doubt she can feel my own rage bubbling just under the surface.
The cop stops her, moving her away in case I pounce, and believe me, I want to lunge at the cunt and break every bone in his hands for touching her, but I get the vibe that it will piss her off more if I hurt him.
Pres speaks to one of her friends, but I keep my focus on her, as she looks at me with narrowed eyes.
Her fists are clenched at her sides, and it is then that I see she is not in workout clothes, but a pair of skinny jeans tucked into knee-high boots and a knit sweater that hangs off of one shoulder.
Her hair is curled, and her make-up is light, so she is not working the floor today.
“Skyla, I will get in touch when I know more.” Officer David speaks to her, ignoring me and my brothers.
He knows his place.
What does he need to get in touch with her for? Is this about the boy?
“Thanks, Tate,” she replies, then looks to her friends and speaks.
I feel like we have been dismissed, so I walk away and over to the machine to start my workout.
“You still on the outs with your girl?” Thorin chuckles.
“Not my girl,” I reply, but even as I say the words, I know it is not true.
I have fucking hated not being able to be near her, to not touch her, but my stubborn side stopped me from making it known. There is still the threat and danger of being connected to the club.
“I beg to differ, brother. The way you both were watching each other, you were either going to burst into a fist fight, or fuck right here for everyone to know that you have claimed her,” Winger adds.
“She is looking good, brother. If you are not going to claim her, I can see me making her scream.” Thorin laughs.
My blood boils, and I step forward with the need to rip his fucking head off. Brother or not, you do not touch another brother’s woman.
Thorin laughs as he lays down on the bench to lift some weights. He does it effortlessly because he has vampire strength.
“Touch her and I will fucking kill you, Thorin Fairchild,” I bark.
“Oh, he fucking full named me.” The prick laughs even louder, drawing attention to us.
Sitting on the bench, I reach to lift as well and look over, seeing Skyla talking to her friends. The tight jeans and knee-high boots make her ass and legs look fucking sexy. Legs I know feel good around my waist and an ass that feels hot in my hands.
As if she can sense me looking at her, she looks over her shoulder, her gaze connecting with mine, and I feel that stare deep in my soul. Time stills between us as we stare at each other. I know she won’t give in and come over here to speak to me, and that pisses me off more.
I have no fucking right to be angry with her. We are not a couple, nor are we together. Hell, I get my dick sucked by the club girls when the need hits me. She does not tell me if she has been on a date, but I get the feeling that I am the only guy she is fucking.
My soul feels like it is being pulled from my body toward hers, as the connection is still strong between us. Her body stiffens, shoulders pulling back in a clear sign of her growing distress, making me frown—then I sense a presence beside me.
Turning my head, I see who it is. A chick wearing a sports bra that is barely holding in her huge tits and shorts that mold to her pussy lips. Her hair and make-up are still intact, nothing is out of place, making me think that she is not here to work out but to pick up men.
“Hi, I’m Christa.” My gaze flicks over to Skyla and see her watching us, her eyes narrowed.
Her friends are watching as well, and I could not give a shit what they think of me. Images of her in that cop’s arms push a flash of anger through me and my petty, stubborn prick side comes out.
With a smirk on my face, making sure that Skyla sees it, I turn to the chick Christa and offer her a sexy grin. Making sure that my feet are planted on either side of her, I cage her in with my legs.
“Camo.”
“I have seen you around and thought you were hot.”
“Well, baby, you are pretty fucking hot yourself.” I wink at her.
She bites her lip, stepping closer, her hand going to my shoulder. Her fragrance hits my senses, making my dick twitch. My hand goes to the back of her thigh, and she inches closer, putting her pussy at almost eye level with me.
I know that I am being a cunt right now, knowing that Skyla is across the room, but my stubborn ego beats me to any rational thought.
“I am free if you want to get out of here. My place is right around the corner.”
The temptation is right there, I can smell how much she wants me. I could easily leave with no worries, and fuck this chick until she can’t remember her name, but a sense of unease hits my gut.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and my gaze scans the room.
My gaze flicks over to the reception desk where Skyla was standing with her friends. My gut tightens when I see she is no longer there, but Rocky and Clark are glaring at me, like they want to chop me up into little pieces.
Pushing to my feet, forcing the girl to step back, I meet Pres’s gaze, and he shakes his head at me, disappointment clear as day in his eyes.
Fuck.
“You fucked up, brother,” Thorin throws out there.
Looking back at him, I glare, my anger evident in my tone. “Delaney” is all I say and start to walk away, not waiting for a reply from him.
“Hey, where are you going?” Christa calls out.
I ignore her and keep walking, my focus on the door that leads to the stairs that will take me up to her office.
“Leave her be, Camo. You clearly have no fucking intention of giving her what she deserves,” Clark says as I pass him.
“You know nothing about me,” I snarl, which makes him grin in a way that I have never seen on Clark before.
“I know enough, Camo. I also know my best friend, and she deserves more than a man who treats her like a casual whore, when he can get regular whores at his clubhouse. Let her go, so she can find a man who will worship her in all ways.”
The thought of Skyla being with another man makes my blood boil so hot that I see red in my vision. My lips curl, a snarl sounds but Clark does not back down, and Rocky steps to him, offering support.
“Just go, Camo.”
“Not until I speak to her, and neither of you will stop me. Try it and see what happens.” A sound comes from me like no other sound has.
They are trying to stop me from getting to what’s mine.
Fuck, where did that come from?
Leaving the two men standing there, I turn and leave, walking up to the office where I know Skyla is hiding out. Not waiting for her to invite me in, I push open the door to find her behind the wooden desk.
Her head comes up when I enter, her shoulders sagging in defeat. The look in her eyes guts me but I push that feeling down, not wanting her to see how much she affects me.
“What can I do for you, Camo?” Her voice makes me shiver.
Stepping inside and closing the door behind me, I sit in the chair on the other side of her.
“Thought I would come and see how you have been.” I grin. “Not seen you in a few days.”
Leaning back in her chair, her gaze roams over me, like she is assessing my body. I am not sure that I like the aloof look in her eyes.
She says nothing for a short time, just looks at me. I am not sure if she wants me to speak first or not, so I keep my gaze focused on her.
“How are things with the boy?” She blinks at my question, her lips parting for a split second, before she licks them.
“I know that you did not come here to ask about him, Camo. You have no interest in the boy. So again, why are you here?”
“Can’t I come by to see you?” I smirk.
“No.”
I push to my feet and step around the wooden desk. Her breathing hitches, her pupils dilate. Bending at the waist, I rest my hands on the arms of her chair, turning her to face me, then lean in so my lips brush the shell of her ear.
“I know that you are pissed at me, baby, but I know how much you like seeing me also,” I boast. “Now, why don’t you climb on your desk so I can eat this pussy that I have missed so much?”
Her breathing hitches again, and I grin before biting her earlobe.
“No,” she states.
Lowering my mouth, I kiss her pulse point, feeling her heart hammering in her chest.
“Want to try that again?” I lick her, savoring her taste on my tongue.
“N-no. Step. Back.” The last two words are stronger.
Pulling my head back, I frown down at her, not liking her tone of voice.
“Say that again.”
She forces her chair back, rolling away from me and forcing my hands to drop. I stand to full height, watching her. My own heart is now hammering in my chest.
Skyla gets to her feet and walks around the desk, putting distance between us, and I fucking hate it. My mind, heart, and soul will always be at war when it comes to this woman. One second, I hate that she gets needy with me, but then the next, I hate that she doesn’t want me to touch her.
The woman in front of me sighs, her shoulders going back, showing her strength.
“You cannot and will not charm your way back into my body, Camo.
I have had enough of what you are offering.
I know that is not what we agreed to in the beginning, but things change; I have changed.
We went into this for the sex, and believe me, Camo, the sex is out of this world, but I want more, and you will never give me that.
“I deserve more, and while I am still sleeping with you, I will never achieve that. You need to look deep down inside of your soul and work out what your deep-seated issues are, or you will die a lonely man. You could have it all, Camo. The love, support, respect, and loyalty of a good woman but you refuse to let that wall down.”
“The life I live is fucking dangerous, Skyla,” I growl.
She sighs again, and that sound is like a punch to the chest. I reach up and rub my sternum with the heel of my hand.
“I know that. Everyone knows how bad things can get for the club because we all know what you deal in, but surely if you are that feared, then with you I will be the most protected,” she states strongly.
Her words bounce around my head, some sinking in but others swirling together.
Can I truly have her?
I would protect her with my life, so would my club brothers.
No one fucks with the Kings.
Her gaze bores into mine, pleading for me to say something but I am still trying to process her words. Every nerve in my body feels like a live wire, and my heart is racing as we stare at each other.
I am a fucking coward when it comes to Skyla.
With each passing second, I can feel her pulling away. Her body is tight as she watches me watching her, not saying a damn thing.
It is her who breaks the silence.
“You should go. There is nothing for you here, Camo.”
She steps around me, and I reach for her wrist but she snatches it away at the last second, a glare firmly on her face.
“You have lost the right to touch me. Now leave.”
“Skyla,” I growl her name.
“No,” she snaps, her fists tight at her sides. “I have wasted enough time on you. Go back to your casual fucks at the club.”
When I don’t say shit about me not fucking the club girls, I see a little something die in her eyes, and my gut tightens, but I remain silent.
With one more look, she turns her back on me, stepping to the window and looking down at the whole gym floor.
Feeling pissed that she dismissed me, I turn on my heel and leave, but her voice stops me when I reach the door.
“I hope one day you will find a soulmate who will mean more to you than your fears.”
My fingers curl into tight fists as I leave her office, walking away from her for the last time, it feels like. With each step away, the distance festers and a bad feeling hits my gut, but I push through it and leave the gym, needing to get to the club so I can drown myself in a bottle of liquor.