She finishes eating and then we spoon for a little bit, and eventually fall back asleep.
Best fuckin’ morning ever.
THIRTY-THREE
Three Weeks Later
I USE the key Jo gave me to let myself into her house. She’s running late, so I make myself at home, grabbing a drink from the fridge and sitting in front of her TV. When she comes home she closes the door behind her and rushes at me, jumping on my lap and wrapping her arms around me.
“I missed you,” she says, kissing me.
“Same,” I say, smiling. “How was your day?”
The last few weeks with her have been amazing. We’ve been spending almost every night together, usually here but sometimes at the clubhouse, and Elizabeth just started dating someone else. It almost seems like everything is going to work out for us just fine, like we pulled this feat off. Everyone said it wouldn’t work, and we’re proving them wrong.
“It was okay,” she says, burying her face into my neck. “Next week I have all night shifts, so we’re going to have to work out when we can see each other.”
I don’t like the thought of her working nights. She’s done it several times already, and I find myself staying up and worrying about her. I now know how the women must feel, waiting for the men to return. It fuckin’ sucks. Once, I had the urge to follow her, but I didn’t, because I know it would be crossing a line. Jo was a cop before she met me, and it’s who she is. I need to accept it, and although I worry about her and wish I was there with her so I can protect her, I know that she’s a badass in her own right. My woman is my very own superhero. At least when she’s not harassing bikers.
“We’ll work it out, don’t worry,” I say, standing with her in my arms and throwing her over my shoulder. “But right now, we’re going to bed, and then I’m taking you out for dinner.”
I slap her ass through her uniform pants and carry her to her bedroom.
“We’re going out for dinner?” she asks as I lay her gently on the bed and start to undress her.
“Yes,” I say, kneeling before her to remove her shoes. “I want to take you on a proper dinner date. It’s going to be romantic as fuck.”
She laughs, and I just watch her, enjoying the moment, the way her eyes light up and the upward tilt of her perfect heart-shaped lips. “Romantic as fuck? Yeah, I can imagine what your version of romance is.”
“Hey, I can be romantic,” I say, a little on the defensive side. “I’m on my knees right now taking off your shoes, and I’m about to stay on my knees so I can eat your pussy. That right there is modern romance.”
Her eyes dance with humor. “I’m not complaining, Ranger. If you didn’t treat me properly you wouldn’t be sitting here right now. You’re always so good to me, in and out of bed. And I try to be just as good back to you.”
I kiss her as I undo the buttons on her shirt, slide it off, and then lay her back on the mattress as I work on her pants next. Taking her panties with them, I push them down her legs, leaving her in nothing but her red bra. Gently spreading her thighs, I get straight to business. I love going down on her. Her taste and the sounds she makes drive me insane. I love it when she squirms because the pleasure is too intense, lifting her hips and so restless in her desire that I have to pin her body down so I can continue to please her. She loves it, I know she does, and so do I. It’s satisfying to pleasure a woman, but to pleasure your woman, that’s something else entirely. Jo will never be left wanting, I will always take care of all her needs—financial, sexual, and emotional—everything. I’ll be everything to her.
“You’re perfect to me,” I tell her before I lower my mouth to her.
She moans and says fuck under her breath just as my tongue touches her clit.
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“You look stunning,” I tell her as I sit opposite her. She’s in all black, jeans, and something she tells me is called a crop, which is a tight black top that shows off her toned stomach. She looks fuckin’ hot, and if anyone saw her they would never guess she’s a cop.
“Thank you,” she says, color hitting her cheeks. She looks down at the menu. “What are you going to get?”
I haven’t even looked at the menu yet, so I pick it up and glance over it. “Probably the steak. How about you?”
“Maybe the chicken,” she says, taking a sip from her glass of water. “Creamy chicken with mashed potatoes and asparagus. Sounds perfect.”
The waiter comes and takes our order and then we’re left to our own company again.
“Faye wants to take you out for lunch sometime,” I tell her, smirking. “I told her I’d ask you, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. She can be a bit much.”
She laughs softly. “I know. But I don’t mind. I’ve already met her, so I know what she’s like.”
“Next all the women will want to meet you,” I tell her, cringing. “I don’t think they’ll be as nosy as Faye though.”
“I can handle them.”
“I have no doubt,” I say, leaning back in my seat, eyes on her. “I know you can handle anything, babe.”
My cock included.
We enjoy our dinner with a glass of wine. I pay—she complains, but I don’t care, because there is no way she’s paying for anything. We walk back to my bike hand in hand, where I kiss her deeply, my hand on her nape, her ass pressed into my Harley.
And that’s when everything goes to shit.
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“Cam?”
I hear the voice behind me and I still. I know that voice, and no one else calls me Cam, and basically, right now we’re fucked. Jo has frozen in front of me too. My lips are still on hers, so I pull my face away and look down into hers. Her eyes are filled with dread. We’ve been pretending this situation doesn’t really exist, but it looks like we’re going to be confronted with everything right now. Jo is scared because she doesn’t want to hurt Elizabeth, but the reason I’m scared is for a whole different reason.
It’s not Elizabeth I’m afraid of hurting.
It’s Jo.
I turn around and face Elizabeth, who is standing with the guy she’s seeing. Jo steps out from behind me, and I can tell the second Elizabeth sees her.
“Jo?” she says, confusion laced in her tone. She looks between us, then her eyes widen in realization. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? She’s who you’ve been seeing, Cam?”
“Elizabeth wait, we can explain,” Jo says, stepping forward, her arm outstretched.
Elizabeth’s face is etched with pain. She glances at me and smirks before she sneers, “So my cousin is fucking the guy who took my virginity behind my back. Isn’t this just gold? I hope the two of you are very happy together.”
She then storms off, dragging her guy with her, leaving behind the wreckage of her words.
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