I showered and dressed quietly. My piece in the gun pocket. My dagger into its leather case on my left hip. My second knife into my black leather harnessed biker boots.
I took one last look at my girl in bed, sleeping with nothing covering her but the pale moonlight streaming from the window. Any normal man would not be about to ride a dangerous machine and roar into the night to meet up with bikers and mobsters to plan the future of one of the most infamous MCs in the state.
The Night Skulls didn’t do normal, though. We were the rejects of society that breathed chaos. The very definition of rebellion. A gang of misfit criminals. Globally notorious. Dangerous. Powerful. And in one night I became the president of that mess I’d tried so hard to leave behind.
When my father died—when I killed him and my mother took the blame to save my ass—he left an empty seat at the head of the table at Rosewood and a death sentence looming over her head. I had to fill that seat. To save Mama. To pacify the angry men who felt threatened after Roar was no longer there to protect them or their business. To keep the Lanzas on our side and keep the club business going. And for that, I had to do things I’d never be proud of.
But…to be honest…I liked some of it.
If it weren’t for Cammie, the moments I stole to be in her arms, to regain my sanity and remind myself who I really was, I’d lose myself to The Night Skulls. I might never tell her that, but the power, the darkness…were addicting.
I had to get out of Rosewood as fast as I could. I needed to be here with her, where we both silenced each other’s demons. For that to happen, to keep my promise to her, I had to interrupt our time together and call for a meet here in SLO.
A couple more weeks of hustling. That was all. And then I’d be all hers.
CHAPTER 34
Cameron
Dusty thought I didn’t hear him leave, just like he was thinking I was still asleep when he tiptoed into the room and slid back under the sheets next to me now.
He’d been gone for hours. The chirping outside the window and the sun heating my back confirmed it. I was angry. Worried. Intending to fight. But his arms wrapped around me—thick, strong and safe—and I decided it could wait. I pressed my body backwards into him, letting him know I was awake.
“Shit. Did I wake you?” His mouth on my neck sent a beautiful shiver down my core. “Sorry, baby. Go back to sleep.”
I moaned in protest, reaching back to grip his naked cock. Dusty slept in the nude, and I loved that about him as much as I loved how his cock stiffened in my fist with one single touch.
He moaned, too. Then his kisses trailed down my neck and along the back of my shoulder. I stroked him up and down until he was groaning through the kisses. More than ready for him, I lifted my thigh, and he slid into me.
We pressed into each other, pushing, pulling, fulfilling the need that never ended every morning we woke up together. Even after a long night of hot, dirty sex.
The way he filled me never stopped to amaze me, and my body responded to him in ways I’d never experienced with anyone else. He knew when to move slowly, seductively, pulling me out of my head and into the pleasures of my body, and when to wildly take me with the full force of his masculinity. When to submit. When to take control.
My moans turned into screams, and his own need took over as he hammered into me. I opened my eyes to watch him, the ecstasy on his face after those last few moments of focused, savage desire. It made me feel needed. Wanted.
Loved.
The lustful, passionate thrusting brought us both over the edge. His cock spilled into me as we came almost together in a chorus of screams that made me thankful we weren’t at my apartment with Ashley listening in the other room.
He pulled me in for a kiss on the lips, but I shied away. “Morning breath.”
“I don’t give a shit.” He scorched me with a kiss that made me want him again even if I’d just climaxed. I laughed and shook my head.
“What?” He smiled, panting, resting his head on the pillow.
“I was so mad at you for sneaking out in the middle of the night like that, and now all I want is to have you inside me. Again.”
He kissed me one more time. “First, I’m sorry I left. I thought you were sleeping and didn’t want to wake you. Second…” His fingers crawled near my pussy. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be than inside you.”
I was wet with his seed and my desire, and his thumb, now teasing my burning clit, wasn’t helping me stay focused on finding out where he’d gone. “Dusty…”
Sweat glistened on his face and muscles, making him irresistible. “Just give me a few seconds to recover, and I’ll go as many times as you want.”
“No,” I chuckled. “Stop it. I want to know where you went. I thought I’d have you for myself the whole five days.”
“That was the plan, but now I need to shift gears to get everything done in those two weeks.”
“And by everything you mean?” I’d never asked about what he did or would do in the gang. But now that he was going to leave, it wouldn’t hurt to get some details.