Chapter 7 #2
Those fanatics and followers of Garen Brooks were growing uglier and more bloodthirsty by the day.
I forbade her from reading the comments they made, but I suspected she still read them.
What made me believe that was the haunted, slightly fearful look she’d get sometimes.
It seemed to coincide with times when she wasn’t with me or when she was online working.
I longed to remove the pressure building inside of her, but demanding she stay off and leave it to me wouldn’t work.
If I were in her shoes, I’d be the same.
I was hoping tonight she’d relax and let herself have fun without worrying about work or anything else.
Calling a halt to my fruitless search half an hour before I was due to get Cambria, I took a shower, then worked through my showering ritual.
I dressed in my uniform of boots, jeans, a T-shirt, and my cut.
It was cool outside, but not chilly enough for me to wear a jacket.
But I’d insist that Cambria bring one with her.
It was due to get much colder tonight. Pausing at the guesthouse door, I knocked, waited a few seconds, then cracked the door open and stepped inside.
I stayed in the entryway after closing the door. I called out to her.
“Cambria, it’s Shadow. Is it okay to come in?” I yelled.
Faintly from the direction of the bedroom she used, I heard her answer me. “Yeah, come on in, Shadow. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be out in two minutes,” she called back.
“Take your time,” I hollered, then I meandered into the kitchen.
I’d had enough sitting down today. I made two laps around the kitchen and living room areas before I went to stare out the main living area window.
It was past dusk, so the outside was a murky gray.
The lights from the clubhouse were visible.
It was the barest rustle of clothing that told me she was done, so I turned. The words died in my throat.
Cambria stood there, dressed in jeans, ankle boots, and a feminine top.
Nothing unusual, but the way they molded her body, showcasing her figure, and hinting at the full sexiness beneath had my cock twitching, then expanding.
I’d put her up against the scantiest-dressed woman who would ever come into the clubhouse.
Cambria didn’t need to shove her attributes in your face for you to know the best was still to come.
The battle I’d been having not to beg her to want me, to allow herself to be mine, was about to crumble.
God, did she feel for me even an iota of what I did for her?
Was I simply a necessary cross to bear? There were times I swore she reacted to me, and there was more than tolerance or even friendship on her end.
Her jeans were a dark wash. Her top had a deep V-neck, but not so deep that all of her tits hung out.
It was a tight-fitting and slightly cropped design, so it hit just above her waistband.
The waist was pleated. The central body part was lined with fabric, with sheer lace over it and down the arms to her wrists.
It was a stunning emerald green. As she walked toward me, she passed a wall mirror.
That’s when I saw the entire back of her top was sheer lace, too.
Her hair was left down in loose curls. Her simple jewelry went with the look.
Her face was highlighted with a deep peach lip, flushed cheeks, and her eyes were shadowed and lined, making them appear even more noticeable.
I was never a guy who cared whether a woman wore makeup, and Cambria didn’t need any to enhance her looks.
“Why are you staring at me like that? Is this not okay?” she asked.
There was a hint of dismay in her voice.
“It’s more than okay. You are always stunning, Cambria. But this makes that even more evident.”
Her tense expression eased. “Thank you. You had me worried for a minute. I thought I’d wear something a little different.
I love being at home, but there are times when I even want to shake things up a bit.
I was afraid the club would believe all I own are comfy clothes.
As a great-looking man, you don’t have to put any effort into it.
Women always have to go the extra distance. I wish I’d been born a guy.”
“Cambria, thank you for the compliment. But let me say that you being born a man would be a crime against nature. It’s cruel to want to deprive men of your radiance.”
“Oh my, you’re working to earn yourself a prize.” She winked.
“It’s all true, not empty flattery. But I look forward to learning what my prize is.” I let my desire for her peek out. Her eyes widened, and the color in her cheeks darkened.
“I-uhm, I’m ready if you are,” she weakly said after a long pause.
“I am. Let me get you a jacket. It’s cool out and will only get colder.”
I hid my grin as I went to the coat closet by the front door.
Opening it, I took out a long, sweater coat that would hit about mid-calf.
She followed me. I held it open for her to slip her arms into.
While she did, I sneakily inhaled a good dose of her hair’s scent.
My cock kicked again in my pants. Once I had her wrapped in warmth, I took her hand.
If I didn’t get us out of here right this second, I’d be finding a far more satisfying way to pass the night—one involving us naked on the bed.
She was quiet as we trekked the relatively short distance to the clubhouse. The lights were brightly shining out of the windows. There was the murmur of multiple voices. It was after seven, so most people should be there. I kept her tucked close to my side. Opening the door, I led her inside.
The common room was warm and bustling. Our names were called out when we were spotted.
I took off her coat and hung it on hooks by the door.
Even if I hadn’t officially told all my brothers that I wanted Cambria, I knew they’d be idiots if they couldn’t tell.
Jalisa and Betty came over to us. I decided to stay with the women for a while.