31. Jack
JACK
It's finally time for me to get the hell out of this hospital, and this day couldn't come soon enough. I’m relieved to be back in my regular clothes of jeans, a white t-shirt, boots, and my cut. I hope I never have to see that goddamned hospital gown again. The nurses seem happy to see me go, too. They’re probably sick to death of their ward being filled with giant bikers.
I’ve insisted on riding my motorcycle back to the compound.
It was a little beaten up, much like me, after the accident, but it’s been fixed.
Zoo brought it in the back of the truck.
Of course, I won’t be riding alone. Big Mike, Saul, and Becker are riding their bikes in convoy back to the compound with me.
The doctors and nurses weren't happy about it, but there was no way I was being driven around like some invalid.
I'm still pretty banged up and feeling a little weak, but compared to where I was a week ago, I've come leaps and bounds.
I'm excited about sleeping in my own bed again—and, of course, about having Camille in that bed with me.
Out of the hospital and back on the road, my motorcycle rumbles beneath me.
I'm a little more cautious about riding now, and not only because of my injuries, but I wouldn't admit that to anyone else.
The memory of the wheels sliding out from under me, and everything that came afterward, is still fresh in my mind.
The vibrations from the engine pull at my stitches, and I'm sure the doctors and nurses would scold me for it, but they're not the boss of me. It feels good to be back in the saddle. Like I’m getting back to my old self.
I approach the compound with the guys riding alongside me.
I never expected my welcome home to be small, but they've outdone themselves. A huge banner reading WELCOME HOME, PREZ is strung across the entrance to the main gate, and beyond it, what appears to be the entire MC has turned out. Not just this chapter, but most of my old chapter, too.
As soon as they spot us approaching, everyone starts clapping, hollering, and whistling. I'm not one for being made a fuss of, but I can't stop myself from smiling.
That smile only widens when one person in particular steps forward, and I spot Camile with a huge grin on her face.
To my surprise, Vani joins her, slipping an arm around Camile's shoulders and pulling her into a one-armed hug. They both look happy, comfortable, and completely at ease with each other.
The sight has my heart soaring. Thank fuck. They made up, and it does my soul good to see it.
My two favorite girls.
I ride through the gates, reaching up to yank down the Welcome Home banner as I pass beneath it, before bringing the bike to a stop.
I wince at the pain the movement caused me.
I keep forgetting that I still can’t do certain things, and reaching up is a new one to add to the list for a while.
The banner flutters away like a kite in the breeze.
Mindful of my injuries, after that moment of stupidity, I carefully climb off my bike. A squeal fills my ears, and a second later, Camile crashes into me, her arms wrapping around my neck.
Using every bit of my strength, I lift her. She wraps her legs around my hips, cups my face in both hands, and kisses me hard. Even as light as she is, this probably isn't doing my stitches any favors, so I carefully lower her back to the ground.
"Sorry, sorry! I forgot," she cries. "I got carried away.”
I smile and kiss her again. "It's okay. I appreciate the welcome."
Vani walks over and gives me a big hug.
"Good to see you back on your feet, Dad." Her eyes are shining as she pulls back.
"Yeah, it feels good too," I tell her.
People crowd around, patting me on the shoulder and shaking my hand. Someone shoves a drink into my hand, but I don't really want it. I’m not feeling one hundred percent and still need pain meds. Not wanting to be a downer, though, I take a sip. The whole place has a celebratory atmosphere.
For a while, I make small talk with everyone to show my gratitude for everything the club has done to welcome me home, but it’s not long before I begin to flag.
As much as I’m loathe to admit it to myself, the shooting and crash have taken it out of me.
From now on, I need to be a little more careful with myself.
Slowly, I work my way through the crowd, keeping my eyes peeled for Camile. As much as I appreciate everything they've done, all I really want is to be in my own house and my own bed—preferably with Camile by my side.
I find her chatting animatedly with Phoenix and take her hand, dragging her attention back to me.
"Come on. Let's head back."
"Now?" she asks. "You don't want to stay with the rest of the club and celebrate?"
"No," I reply. "I only want to be with you."
She beams, and I don’t even bother to make my excuses to everyone else. Instead, I nod to Ace, who gives me one in return. He knows to let people know I’ve gone to rest. But hopefully I won’t only be resting. I glance at Camile by my side as we head to my place.
I open the front door, step inside, and stare around in sheer horror.
"What the actual hell? This isn't my house." There are goddamn cushions, and throws, and vases and all kinds of girly shit cluttering the place.
"Yes, it is," Camile says happily, despite my grumpy response. "Don’t you like it? Vani and I spent ages decorating. We wanted it to feel a bit more like home for you."
I chuckle. "A bit more like home for me, or a bit more like home for you?"
She has the decency to look a little guilty. "Well... maybe I wanted to feel a bit more comfortable here, too."
I guess I can live with all these… things, if they remind me of Camile whenever I look at them.
My wife used to like womanly touches as she called them, and I slowly got rid of everything after she died, preferring to live like a monk.
Maybe I was punishing myself a little for what I felt was me letting her down.
I spot a framed photograph sitting on a side table and frown as my heart does a strange little flip. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that picture.
"What's that? Did Vani put that there?"
It's a picture of me with my wife and Vani when she was little. We’re all beaming out cheesily at the camera.
"No," Camile says. "Vani and I did it together. I thought there should be more pictures of your family around the house. They should have been up all along."
I swallow against the lump in my throat. "I know. I guess it was too painful before. But honestly, I can look at them now and it doesn't hurt in the same way anymore... because you healed me. I never thought my heart would be whole again, and yet here it is."
Tears well in her eyes. "You have no idea how much that means to me, Jack. I love you so much."
"I love you too, Baby-girl," I say, pulling her in for another kiss. "Now, how about I get unpacked, and then I can show you my scars?"
“Does that mean I get you naked?” she asks with a flutter of her eyelashes.
“I made you a promise in the hospital, and I intend to keep it.”
She bites her lower lip. “The one where you promised to ruin my pussy and make me forget my own name.”
I let out a growl. “That’s the one.”
Grabbing her hand, I drag her up the stairs.
Turns out, I don’t give a fuck about unpacking, but I do give a fuck about getting her naked.
We’re kissing before we even get through the bedroom door, yanking at each other’s clothes.
There’s always been a sense of the forbidden when we’ve been together before, which had been fun and torment in equal measures, but now we have the freedom to just be us.
It makes me fucking glad to be alive.
Once we’re both naked, I pick her up—mindful of my injuries—and throw her onto the bed.
I stand at the bottom of it, staring down at her.
Her gaze is locked on my huge, pierced erection, and mine trails over every inch of her perfect skin, drinking her in.
I don’t know what I ever did to bring this beautiful creature into my life, but I give my praises for it.
“You have to let me suck you now, Jack,” she says. “I’ve been waiting too long to wrap my lips around you.”
“Fuck, Baby-girl. You have no idea how hot it is to hear you say that.”
She gets to her hands and knees and, ass in the air, crawls toward me. She gazes up at me through her long, dark lashes and licks her lips.
“You like hearing me say I want to suck your cock?” She comes to a halt with her mouth a whisker away from the head, so I can feel the heat of her breath on my sensitive skin.
“You want to hear me say how much I want to taste you?” And with that, she flicks out her tongue and swipes it across the tip, licking the piercing as she does.
A spark of electricity shoots through me. “Fucking hell.” I clench my fists at my side so I don’t grab her head and fuck her face.
Still staring up at me, she ducks to the base and runs her tongue up my length. “How about if I want you to fuck my throat? What if I want you to come in my mouth?”
Christ, if she carries on like this, I’m going to end up embarrassing myself and coming on her face.
Since when did my sweet Camile turn into a porn star?
But then I remember she’s not exactly been sitting around untouched while I’ve been in the hospital.
She’s had Rook and Ace, and even Ghost to keep her entertained.
I wait for the stab of jealousy that I expect to come, but none does. Seems I’ve made my peace with sharing her somewhere along the way. I guess if these are the benefits, who am I to complain?
She continues to lick me like a lollipop, maintaining eye contact the whole time, and then, finally, she covers my cockhead with her mouth and sinks down as deep as she can take me.
Her mouth is hot and wet and tight. Fuck.
I hit the back of her throat, and she gags but pushes through.
Her tongue swirls around me and she hollows her cheeks, sucking me like a pro.
I can’t stop my hips pumping, so I’m sliding between her lips.
Her mouth is stretched around me, and I must be in danger of dislocating her fucking jaw, but still, she sucks and licks and moans, until I’m moments away from coming.
I put my hand on her shoulder to stop her.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth, Baby-girl. I want to be inside you.”
She releases me with a pop, a trail of saliva joining her lips to my dick. She wipes her mouth, and I pull her up to kiss me.
“My turn,” I tell her, and push her back on the bed again.
I grab her thighs and spread them wide.