Chapter 28
Skyla
I t has been a week of staying at the club, and Camo has been as attentive as ever— it is freaking me out.
Seeing this side to him has me on edge most times, but I also see him trying. When the brothers start getting rowdy and the club girls start to strip, Camo takes me to his room and we cuddle, watching a movie.
I both love and feel uneasy when we do it. I love having him all to myself because I see him trying, but also at the same time, I do not want to take him from spending time with his brothers.
When he came back from a job a few nights ago, he was covered in blood and I knew in that instant what he had done. I am not sorry for him taking a life, because that man hurt Aston, Clark, and me.
Reece took me to his room, where we had a shower together, and I helped him wash the blood off his body. There was nothing sexual about the moment, even though he got hard and my body was hyped up for him.
We slept that night wrapped in each other, then woke up, and he cooked me breakfast.
I felt that something shifted between us that night, but I am still not ready to give myself to him again. There is a niggling feeling that he might go back to his dickish ways, and I need to protect myself from that.
He has made sure every day that I am looked after, even if he is not here and out on a job for the club.
Even though they do not see eye to eye with the law, the club let Tate into the club to see me, bringing Eva, and Aston.
Seeing the boy made every ounce of pain worth it.
Aston sat next to me and would not let me go, and it was that night that Reece announced to me that both me and the boy belonged to him.
I cried, Aston cried, and my heart felt more happiness than it has in a long time. Eva sobbed, telling me that I was meant to be a mother to this boy who had suffered how he had. It was with the help from Tate’s friend, and the club’s hacker, Titch, that Aston became mine and Reece’s.
Reece did everything he could to make me comfortable, and one night, he sat me down in his room and spoke of the future.
“ For the rest of my days, you and Aston along with any future kids we have, will have my full attention, love, and devotion. Seeing the hurt in your eyes made everything clear.”
“You hurt me or Aston, and supernatural or not, they will never find your body.” He grinned at my declaration, making me melt on the inside.
His mouth presses against mine, and I fight back a moan that is trying to slip free. He knows what he is doing, but I am grateful that he is not pushing me for more right now.
From that day on, he has kissed me, and touched me in non-sexual ways, driving my body crazy with lust. We will get there, and he has made sure that I know that he messed up, and he will earn back my trust.
Getting me Aston was a big step in the right direction.
Sitting on the sofa in the clubhouse main room, I ignore the glares from the club girls who stayed, but it has not gone unnoticed that they are not happy that their friends got kicked out, or that Reece claimed me.
I hear their nasty comments when I am working, like right now.
I am setting up a workout plan online for a client, as I am still not allowed to do any heavy lifting; plus, Reece keeps me locked up here at the club as a way to make me rest more. I miss the gym, but I understand that I have to fully heal before I jump in headfirst.
Clark is still in the hospital, but he is now awake and thankfully, he will make a full recovery, with no lasting damage.
The door swings open, sun floods the room before it shuts behind the men who just entered.
I smile seeing Reece scanning the room, but it quickly drops from my face when I see Lisa throw herself at my man.
My heart stutters in my chest, pain lashing through my heart, as his hands go to her waist, her smile wide and bright. My anger overtakes the pain in my chest, but before I can speak, he removes her from his body, and steps back.
“What the fuck? You know I have an Ol’ Lady, now. You do not get to fucking touch me. Know your fucking place or you can leave,” he snaps at her, but he doesn’t deter her at all.
She reaches for him again, and he slaps her hand away, making her cry out.
“But, Camo, I can please you so much better than she can. You know we were good together; plus, now with Shaz and the others gone, there is no need to hide,” she whines, and the sound of her voice grates on my nerves.
Setting my laptop to the side of me, I push to my feet, happy that I feel no pain. Reece sees me, a smirk flitting across his lush mouth. Lisa turns to look at me over her shoulder, her hands blindly reaching for my man but he steps back out of her reach.
That move makes me happy.
“Bitch, I really think you need to stop touching something that does not belong to you,” I say, stepping closer to them.
Reece moves, coming to stand behind me. His hands snake around my waist, settling on my stomach, pulling me flush to his body in a sign of a united front. He is claiming me again, in front of the club.
It makes my stomach fill with butterflies, and my heart light.
“He does not belong to you. Camo has not claimed you in front of the club, not officially,” she snarks, making me laugh.
“So what? Does he need to make a grand archaic sexual beat-his-chest gesture, to say that he is claiming me?”
“Fucking hell, woman, get with the present. If he says she is his, he kissed her in front of you all, and he has not touched any of you, then I think that is a fair claim in the eyes of the club,” Shift calls out to the room.
“If you weren’t so far up Shaz’s ass, you would know that Camo did claim Skyla to the club. So I would watch what you say,” Rush throws out.
“Anyone have anything to say about Camo, the Vice President of the Kings of Anarchy, claiming Skyla Delmont as his Ol’ Lady?” Winger calls to the room, while making eye contact with everyone present.
The room stays quiet, until Lisa scoffs, crossing her arms and popping a hip in a defiant stance.
“You cannot be serious to claim this bitch? What does she have that I do not?” she asks Camo.
Reece’s body inches even closer, if that is possible, and I feel his hard on pressing into my body, making my blood heat up.
“She has my love and respect.” My breath hitches at his words. “She also does not put up with my bullshit, and is not afraid to speak up when I am out of line. Me fucking up with a slut like you, made me see that I am the one losing out by not having her in my life.
“I will spend the rest of my life making it up to her after what I have put her through, but with people like you who think that their shit does not stink because you let the brother fuck you? If Pres is on board, I call for Lisa to be banished from the club for disrespecting a club member and his Ol’ Lady, and if any of her friends want to leave with her, so be it. ”
I can’t keep the grin off my face, which only makes Lisa mad, her face red, and her fists tight, now hanging at her sides.
“You cannot be serious?”
“Oh, I believe he is serious. Your only place was on your back and knees, and while doing that you thought you had the right to bully and cause drama, which I can only imagine that badass bikers do not want. They want easy, drama-free pussy,” I state, loving how Reece tightens his hold on me.
“What she said,” Rush calls, winking at me when I look at him, earning a growl from behind me.
Looking over my shoulder, I smile up at Reece, who is currently looking at his brother like he wants to slit his throat.
“I call for a blood oath to seal the deal.” Oryn grins, making my body tense up.
“What is a blood oath?”
“She doesn’t even know the ways of the Kings. How the fuck can she be an Ol’ Lady?” one of the club girls calls out, making Lisa look at me in triumph.
“The blood oath is when we share blood, baby. We drag a blade across our palms, then we connect our hands. It is our way of solidifying my claim.”
I stare into his green eyes, seeing just how bright they are now. He smiles down at me, but I see a flash of uncertainty. He is unsure if I will allow this claim, since we are not on solid ground yet, but when I think of my future, I see him.
“You really want this? You think we have a future?” I twist to face him, reaching up to cup his stubbled jaw.
There is a part of me that wants to see this man grovel and beg in front of his club, for them to see that he is serious, but a part of me just wants to move on.
“Never wanted anything more, baby. I will drop to my knees if I have to and pledge my life to you.”
His words make my breath hitch and my heart swell in my chest.
He moves around me, and does what he said he would do. Reece drops to his knees, and I hear the brothers snicker at his action, but this stubborn man keeps his gaze locked on me.
“I will love you for the rest of our lives. You will carry my protection with you always. No fucker will ever touch you, no person will hurt you. Aston will get the same protection. By taking the blood oath nothing will come between us, our souls will be connected forever. So what do you say, baby? Will you take it with me?”
His eyes flash a brighter green, showing his excitement.
My hand is still cupping his stubbled jaw. He leans into my touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a second before opening and focusing on me once more.
“Yes” is my answer, and the smile that greets me makes my heart fill with so many different emotions. Love, fear, hope, and contentment.
Reece pushes to his feet, and Winger steps closer and I see a glint of silver. Looking to the side, I see a knife.
“Tonight we offer a blood oath to Camo and Skyla. Together you will pass through life as one. Your souls will be as one. Your hearts will beat as one.”
Reece takes my hand, holding it palm up, and he does the same. Winger nods to us, before dragging the sharp blade across our palms, and then folds them together. My heart skips a beat, then everything around us slips away, and it feels like we are the only people in the room.
I feel the bond connecting us making my skin prickle, as I am pulled closer to his body. Chest to chest, our hearts start to beat in sync. A feeling that I have never felt before crashes through me, sending a jolt through my body that makes the brothers clap and cheer.
The mating bond snaps into place.
While looking into each other’s souls, I feel the love flowing between us. I see him start to fade, a smile crossing his lips, then I hear the murmurs.
“How the fuck?”
“Has he done that before?”
“It is the mating bond.” Winger’s voice breaks through.
“I fucking love you, Skyla.” The intense look he is giving me has me nodding.
“I love you too, Reece.”
With a smile on his face, he leans down, pressing his lips to mine and everything in my world tilts. It feels like I am falling into the world of Reece Copeland and he will never let me go.
The feeling of heady sexual connection, but a heavy dose of love, flows between us.
I can feel his erection pressing against my stomach, his hands on my ass pulling me incredibly closer to him.
“There is no escaping me now,” he whispers against my lips.
With my eyes open, looking into his, I reply, “Then do not give me a reason to escape.”
We spend the rest of the night talking, me sitting on Camo’s lap, his hand resting on my bare thigh, making my body hum with anticipation. I am not sure how long I will wait to give myself to him again, but I get the feeling that with how my body is responding to his touch, it will be soon.
A girl can only go so long without being fucked hard by her man, especially when he looks like Camo.