Chapter 9 Mountain
The second she touches me, I’m done. I can’t resist her now, especially when I hear Cami say the words that harden my cock like steel.
“I want you, Rex.”
Fuck. I’ve waited forever to hear her say that.
But there’s a part of me that’s concerned we haven’t talked about last night yet. She needs to process what happened to her because I don’t want it to come up and fuck with her when she’s not expecting it. She can’t just file it away for later and never deal with it.
I’m struggling between doing what I want and what she needs. It fucking sucks. Her hand feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock. It’s stealing all my focus.
“Rex.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m going to talk about it. I’ll deal with it.”
I search her eyes, seeing the truth in the pretty green orbs. “Then I guess I need to fuck you, huh, baby?”
She shivers. “Yes.”
I want to be gentle for our first time. She needs me to be tender after last night, and it’s going to fucking kill me to go slow, but I won’t rush this moment or go faster than she’s ready for.
She releases my shaft, and I roll over on top of her, settling between the cradle of her thighs. “I’ll go at your pace, okay?”
Cami nibbles on her bottom lip as I push her long hair out of her face. It reaches her waist when she’s standing, and it’s beautiful and thick, curling naturally at the ends. I shove it up over her head, and the long strands rest across the pillow.
“So pretty,” I murmur.
“Are you going to touch me or not?” The impatience in her tone makes me smile.
“Of course.” I slide my fingertips down her stomach and dip between her legs, sinking into her pussy. “So wet.”
“You helped.”
I sure did. Taking my cock in hand, I begin stroking the length of it, guiding the tip toward her entrance.
“Wait.” She seems suddenly unsure.
“It’s okay. Ask me whatever you want.” I won’t get pissed, not at her.
“Have you been with anyone recently? Are you clean?”
“No and yes.” I rest on my forearms, staring into her eyes, letting her see the truth in my words. “There’s only you, Camille. It’s always been you.”
“Just me?” she asks, almost breathless.
“No one else,” I confirm, maintaining eye contact. “You’re it for me, Cami Parker.”
I want to tell her that I love her, that I’ve loved her for three years. It isn’t the right time. She’ll think I’m saying it because my cock is buried inside her.
But I’ve not been with anyone since I realized it. As soon as I knew I loved her, I stopped sleeping around.
A curious part of me wants to ask the same question, but I won’t be able to handle it if I hear she’s fucked other men. Irrational jealousy will tear me apart. It’s better if I don’t know. We weren’t together for the last three years. No commitment. She owed me nothing.
“Rex?”
I focus on her, shoving away thoughts that don’t matter. It’s just the two of us and this moment. The world can go to hell, and I don’t care. “Yeah?”
“I haven’t been with anyone since the night I kissed you.”
Fuck. I can’t contain the joy that surges through me. She’s waited longer than I have, nearly four years. No one has touched what’s mine. It’s such a relief that I lower my head and capture her lips. The kiss is hungry and demanding, a dominant claim that I can’t help asserting over her.
She’s kissing me back with the same feverish need. I break the contact only to look into her eyes as I sink into her. I’m big. I won’t be able to drive deep in the first thrust, and that’s okay.
“Rex.”
She grips my shoulders as I begin to sway my hips, using the natural lubrication of her pussy to fill her more with every stroke. It takes a minute, but I’m finally buried to the root.
“You okay?”
“It’s a tight fit.”
“The perfect fit,” I agree. “You’re made to take my cock, baby.”
I start to move, gliding in and out of her warmth as I pick up speed. The way becomes slicker, and I can move easily as her pussy grips the base of my shaft. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It’s not just the fact that I love her.
“You’re so beautiful.”
She moans as I rock in and out, whispering words about how perfect she is, and how good this feels.
“Rex.” She’s getting closer.
I can tell because I fill her completely, and her pussy contracts around me. It’s getting harder to maintain a rhythm. I can feel my body responding to hers. I want to come with her.
And then I feel her spasm around my cock, and I can’t hold back. I’m pounding into her as she cries out my name, driving hard and deep. Just a few more strokes and I shudder, filling her as my hips pump and I groan, knowing there’s no way I’ll ever let her go now.
She’s going to be my ol’ lady. I plan to marry her because she deserves to wear my ring and my brand. I’ll never stop wanting or loving her.
There's only one way I'll be satisfied. Camille in my bed and wearing my property patch. I'll remove every obstacle and threat until she agrees. After all, it's about time she accepts the inevitable. Cami is Property of Mountain.
Our lips meet in a soft, sultry kiss. I finally pull out of her and roll over, tucking her against me.
I fall asleep as she snuggles into me, resting her ear over my heart. It’s perfect.
“HOW IS SHE?” SCYTHE asks as I leave my room to grab a few water bottles.
“Better. We haven’t discussed last night yet. I think she’s processing what happened.”
He leans against the bar, and I know he’s got more to say. “We need to find the asshole who took her.”
“I know.” Fuck. “I’m worried it’s not the same guy who attacked Granny Jo and burned down the bakery.”
“I don’t think it is either.”
“And that means we’ve got two threats to deal with right now, and they’re both aimed at my woman.” The thought pisses me off, but I already reached the same conclusion as Scythe.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s the same guy or not because the target remains the same,” Scarecrow adds as he joins us. “You claim her last night?”
“I did.”
Scythe nods. “That’s good. She needs you to protect her, but now the whole club can take that task on.”
“Isn’t the club already doing that?”
“Yeah, well, now it’s official,” Scythe informs me.
“Hell yeah, it is.”
“Then we double down,” Voodoo suggests as he enters the bar, heading straight toward us with a determined gait. “Hunt both of these motherfuckers and remind them why nobody fucks with the Kings.”
“We’ve been too lenient,” Scarecrow agrees.
It’s Scythe’s call. He’s the president.
“Church at three. We’ll put it to vote. Spread the word.”
Good. It’s about time we take charge and handle this.
“I’m having Boomer join us.”
Boomer may not be a King, but he’s King adjacent. As Scythe’s brother and Hangman’s son, he’s got the same blood in his veins. His commitment to the town is just as strong. I trust him like I do any brother in the club.
As I walk back to the room, I hope Cami won’t be bothered by this. Yes, she’s a target, but it’s also about our town.
We’ll handle this because that’s what we do. It’s what the founding families decided, and the Salem witches tasked us with when we signed their treaty.
Nothing can change that now.