Chapter 8 Camille
Rex almost kissed me.
I’m so surprised that I don’t know what to do. Before I can react more than take a step back, the maze plunges into darkness. My hand wrapped around Rex’s is suddenly yanked away from him. Someone clamps a gloved palm over my mouth and picks me up from behind, dragging me away from my protector.
Panic claws up my throat as I struggle, kicking my legs as I try to hit the shins of the man holding me. He grunts but doesn’t relent, pulling me further into the maze. I can’t fight him off since his arms have banded around me, blocking any effort to get free.
When he suddenly stops, I don’t know what to expect. He pushes me onto a wooden chair, and I nearly fall off. Rope quickly wraps around my middle and pins me in place, ensuring I can’t run away.
That’s when the lights flick back on. Strobe lights disorient me a few seconds before they stop, replaced by a red light that illuminates a tower of hay bales. Directly in front of me, I see dozens of roses scattered around a toppled vase.
From where I’m sitting, I’ve got a good view of the scene that’s been staged as well as the crimson fluid coating the hay and dripping to the dirt below.
Blood.
“You’ll see,” a male voice says from behind me. A voice-changing device distorts it. There’s no way to know if I’ve ever heard the real one.
I try not to whimper as terror grips me. Is this the crazed fan or someone else? I’m so scared I can’t think straight.
A white card drops into my lap. Red droplets mar its perfect surface. There’s a message I can barely make out since I’m sitting in the shadows.
But I can see enough to read it. Stay pure. With love from your #1 fan.
Stay pure? I have no idea what that means.
“You’re mine.”
I don’t think I’ve ever been this afraid. My body starts quivering, and I can’t seem to stop. Every cell in my body feels like a live wire, waiting for the electric shock to zip through and burn like acid in my veins.
He followed me home. The crazed fan thinks I belong to him.
I feel his warm breath beside my ear. “Tell him this is the only warning he gets.”
He? Is the guy talking about Rex?
Lips press against my temple as I jerk away from him, horrified that I’ll piss him off and he’ll hurt me.
He doesn’t say anything, and I know when I’m alone. His presence is gone. The evil feeling that clung to him like a second skin no longer feels like it’s suffocating me.
“Cami!”
Rex! I struggle against the rope and scream his name, unsure if the crazy stalker fan is close enough to hear. He’s probably watching right now.
Rex bursts through a long row of hay bales, rushing toward me as he stomps on the straw. When he sees me tied up, he roars. The sound carries in the maze. I know his club brothers will hear it and come to investigate.
Rex pulls a knife from his leather vest and moves behind me, slicing through the ropes. He’s fast and efficient. They fall away as he reaches for me, pulling me into his chest. There’s a wild look in his eyes. His hands cradle my face. “Are you hurt?”
I shake my head.
“I’m getting you out of here.” He scoops me up, and I don’t resist, burying my face in his neck. My fingers grip his shirt, and I bunch the material in my fists, too overwhelmed to release it. My entire body trembles harder, and my teeth begin to chatter. I feel jittery and cold.
“It’s the adrenaline,” he explains. “It’ll pass.”
Rex must know a secret way out of the maze because we don’t exit at the right spot. He carries me away from the crowd and toward several bikers running in our direction. “She’s in shock.”
I must be because I can’t seem to talk. My brain is processing things way too fast, or maybe it’s far too slow. I can’t tell. All I know is that Rex’s familiar scent makes me feel warm and safe. I need him.
“Take her to The Barn.”
I recognize Scythe’s voice.
“Voodoo, ride with him.”
I whimper, and Rex lowers his head, nuzzling the side of my face.
“I’ve got you, Blissy Girl. You’re safe.”
For the first time since I arrived home, I don’t mind hearing him say my nickname.
Rex carries me to his truck and places me inside. I shiver as he releases me, growing colder as I lose the contact of his body heat. He reaches into the backseat, pulling out the blanket he told me about when he picked me up from the airport. That feels like a lifetime ago.
I snuggle into the soft warmth as Rex settles behind the wheel. Voodoo joins us, sitting to the right. He closes the door, and I feel safer, boxed in between the two bikers.
It’s mostly a silent drive with the two of them talking as I stare at the road, growing sleepy. My head bobs.
Rex slides an arm around me, and I don’t hesitate to rest my cheek against his chest.
I wake up when the truck stops, jolting upright as my eyes scan the truck’s interior for a threat. For a single second, I forget that I’m not still tied up and facing a bloody stack of hay bales with red roses.
“You’re okay, baby.”
It’s the first time he’s ever called me that endearment.
“I’ve got you.”
I let him pull me from the truck, but I scramble toward him once I stand on my feet. It’s a weird, disconcerting feeling to confront your own weakness. I’m still shaky.
Rex doesn’t hesitate to pick me up and cradle my body against him. It’s exactly what I need. I bury my face in his neck, close to the tattoo that I’ve never noticed before. B.G.
I wonder what it means.
“Will it be okay if I take you to my room, Cami?”
I’m still not talking. I squeeze him tighter in response.
“I take that as a yes.” He walks with purpose, ignoring everyone else around us once we enter the clubhouse. I’ve never been here before, and I don’t care about seeing it right now. My mind is too fragile, too caught up in fear to handle anything right now.
Rex’s room is dark as we enter. He sets me on his bed, and a small cry leaves my throat as I’m plunged into darkness again when the door shuts.
“Shit! Sorry, Cami. I’m turning on the light.”
He flips a switch, and I blink against the brightness, curling up on my side as I start trembling again.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “Give me a minute. I just need to remove my boots and cut. I’ll be right there. I promise.”
“Rex,” I finally say in a tiny voice that doesn’t sound like me.
“I know, baby. I’m here.”
He’s quick. It isn’t long before I feel his body weight on the mattress. He reaches for me, and I lift my head, making eye contact.
“Can I lay on top of you?”
He blinks. “Sure.” His voice sounds strained.
“I don’t have to,” I say, starting to pull away.
“It’s fine. I promise. Let me hold you, Cami.”
He lies back, slightly elevated against two fluffy pillows. I climb over him and drape his chest, settling between his legs as my cheek rests over his heart.
“I’m going to put my arms around you. I think my body heat will help.”
He’s right. It does help.
“Rex?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Thank you.”
“Always.” There’s a fierceness in his response that I know can only come from sincerity.
My eyes flutter as my body relaxes. I’m suddenly exhausted.
“It’s okay. Sleep. I won’t move until you wake up.”
That’s precisely what I do.
I wake to the feel of Rex’s hand caressing my back. He slowly strokes across the expanse, the movement soothing as I blink, opening my eyes as I realize I never moved all night. I slept so deeply that I don’t remember dreaming.
“Morning, Blissy Girl.”
“Um. Hi.” I’m having a hard time responding because there’s a bulge close to my core that’s also hard, and it’s undeniably huge. I can feel the thick, engorged length of his shaft. If I move at all, I’ll slide across his cock.
I don’t want to think about last night or how I shut down because of fear. The terror seized my brain, and that was almost as terrifying as being kidnapped in the middle of a corn maze. I’ll never set foot in another one.
Right now, I don’t want to talk. I want to feel.
I move with slow deliberation, staying as close to his body as possible, nearly grinding along his erection as I straddle Rex’s hips.
A groan releases from his throat. “Cami.”
“I need this, Rex. Roll your hips.”
He doesn’t protest. His big hands circle my waist before he lifts his lower body upward, pushing between my thighs—the friction and heat pulse a wave of need through my lower body.
“Fuck, baby. The noises you make.” His voice betrays the lust he feels. It’s a match for mine. “I want to see your pussy and taste you. Will you let me?”
I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”
Rex picks me up and lowers me back against the mattress. With practiced ease, he unsnaps my jeans and drags the zipper down. “You still good?”
I nod. Oh, yeah.
He pulls off the denim and then my underwear. I didn’t think to wear anything fancy. They’re just cotton, but he seems to like them.
Rex lowers his head and settles his shoulders between my legs, gently pushing my thighs apart. “Goddamn, baby. Your pussy is fucking perfect.”
I don’t have a chance to respond because he dives in, swiping his tongue through the folds.
“Oh, you’re in trouble now. I’m addicted to the taste of you.”
Is that possible?
No one has ever said that to me before. I’m no virgin, but I haven’t been with that many guys. Only two.
Rex takes a thick finger and inserts it inside me. “Can you handle more?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” he praises as he inserts another.
“More,” I say to encourage him.
When he slides three inside me, I feel full. I don’t have long to adjust because he begins pumping those fingers, gliding them in and out as he swipes his tongue through my slit.
My head falls back, and I slide my hand down my stomach, resting on his hair. “Rex.” It comes out as a moan.
“You can touch me. Do whatever you want, baby. Grind against my face. Cry out my name. I’ll love every bit of it.”
It feels too good. I’ve never had a guy enjoy this the way Rex is, who’s been confident enough to eat me out the way I need.
“Oh,” I gasp as he curls his fingers upward while his lips suck on my clit. It’s a lethal combination. His fingers and tongue bring me to completion faster than I thought possible.
I call out Rex’s name as my hips gyrate against his face, seeking the release I need. I grind against him, riding that wave of ecstasy until I can’t any longer.
Rex withdraws his fingers and licks them clean. He uses the side of his hand to wipe my cum from his beard. “You’re delicious, baby. I want more.”
He pushes off the bed, ripping off his jeans before climbing back onto it. “Do you want to touch me?”
I do. “Yes.”
Rex rolls onto his back, pushing the band of his underwear down. His cock springs free, bobbing in the air between us. It’s thick, veiny, and long—the biggest I’ve ever seen.
“You know,” I say as I stare at it. “I’m not sure you’ll fit.”
He smirks. “I know I will.”
“How?”
“Because we’re two halves of the same whole. Meant to be.”
I hope he’s not just saying this because he wants to sleep with me. As soon as I think it, I know I’m wrong.
Rex would never do that.
“Go ahead. Don’t be scared. I’m so fucking hard for you, Cami.”
“Then prove it.” I reach out, wrapping my hand around his shaft and pumping once, stroking him from base to tip.
The sound he makes is the sexiest I’ve ever heard.
“I want you, Rex.”
He rests his hand over mine. “You have all the control. If you don’t want this, we can stop at any time. Okay?”
I appreciate his thoughtfulness. “Okay.”