Page 68 of The Riders’ Reign

“Ah, fuck.”

My orgasm pulses through me, jetting spurts of cum deep inside her. I hold her tight, her ass and back pressed to my front, my face against her neck and shoulder, my dick still hugged by her pussy. I’ve never felt closer to another person than I do with her right now. Gently, I bite her shoulder, making her shiver once more, before kissing the spot and soothing it.

We both come down from our orgasms, breathing hard. I slip from her body, not worrying about any mess, since we’re both still in the shower.

She turns in my arms and presses her naked, wet tits to my chest and kisses me again.

“Let’s go to bed,” she says.

30

CAMILE

I plump up a new couch cushion in Jack’s house, then stand back to admire my handiwork. I’m trying to make his house a bit nicer for when he returns home. It’s so bare and basic. The man has no homely touches, and I’ve been trying to fix that. Rook and Ace took me shopping for some homeware accessories, and I came back armed with lamps and cushions and throws.

It’s been almost a week since the rescue of Ghost and Shelley’s sister. An entire week, but it feels both longer and shorter.

Shorter because it’s been amazing in so many ways. I’ve been spoiled and cared for by my men. I slept at Ghost’s place the first night back. I couldn’t leave him alone with the bruises on his body and his battered face. Thankfully, his eye has healed since then, and the swelling has gone down. The next day, we all went to see Jack in the hospital. After that, Ace and Rook spent a couple of nights with me. I didn’t get much sleep then!

The fourth night, all three men gave me hours of orgasms, before leaving Ghost with me, to sleep over again. And last night, all four of us stayed at what I now think of as my house. It was a chilled night, we watched a movie, and then I fell asleep on the couch, only to be carried to bed and to wake up with Ghost behind me, his arms around me, and Ace on my other side, clinging stubbornly to the edge of the mattress.

When I got up to pee, I went looking and found that Rook had fallen asleep on the bed in the spare room, so I put a blanket over him and kissed his forehead.

I am surrounded by love, and very spoiled indeed. But two things are stopping it from being perfect. My family and Jack.

I miss Jack so much and want him to be with us, back here where he belongs. Luckily for me, that day is coming, and he’ll be released from the hospital tomorrow.

As for my family, Saul, Ghost, Phoenix, and Jack have been looking at ways to bring them to the United States that will be safe for them.

My mom has citizenship here, but it’s the journey that will endanger them. Even though Hector is dead, and we’ve cut the head off the snake, his cartel was huge, and some of his family remain alive. We have no idea if there will be anyone watching out for their names on flight manifests.

In the end, help has come from an unlikely source, Vani’s men. Lex and Saint’s family has a private jet, and they’ve offered to let my mom and brother use it to get here. Who would have thought a couple of years ago that the Vipers would be coming to the rescue of me and my family?

The details need to be discussed and nailed down, but at least I can see light at the end of the tunnel.

As I rearrange the throw I’ve tried to artfully drape over the back of Jack’s very plain leather couch, the front door opens.

I jump at the sound. What the hell? Is Jack home early?

Footsteps pound down the stairs as Ace runs down to join me to make sure it’s not anyone meaning me harm. He’s still paranoid, as is Jack, and so I always have a shadow with me.

We walk through to the hallway in time to see Vani walk in, brandishing a key.

Of course, she’d have a key to her father’s house.

She glances up and stops dead in her tracks, causing Saint to bump into her from behind. I can tell it’s him from the way he dresses differently and doesn’t have a mole, unlike his twin, Lex.

Fuck, she would have Saint with her. While he can appear as if he’s the life and soul of the party, I know only too well that Saint is basically crazy. If only she’d brought Zane with her instead.

“Camile.” Her tone is a little flat and she bites her lip.

“Hey, Vani.” I keep my voice bright and force a smile. “I just… um…”

“We bought some things for Jack,” Ace supplies. “His house is like a monk’s cell.”

Vani looks beyond me into the living room, and spying the soft throw cushions and vase on the table with flowers, offers me a smile.

“Pretty.” Holding up a bag, she grins. “I figured the place could use some womanly touches. It seems great minds think alike.”