Page 25 of Lynch's Match

I took Camilla hard and fast with her bent over her desk. She bit my hand to keep from screaming out, and damn, if it didn’t spur me to fuck her harder. Which I did, and she’d loved every moment of it, even if she’s acting like she didn’t.

Next time, I think I need to take more time and enjoy eating her sweet pussy a bit first.

After overhearing her Saturday while she ranted about me and the bullshit she ranted about, I made sure she got where I’m at. The whole thing pisses me off, but I’m a man who can focus, and that’s what I did. I wasn’t going to be pissed at her anymore. I shifted the whole scenario. Plus, finding out what the deal was, I was able to aim my anger toward them rather than the woman who’d been hurt right alongside me.

Yeah, the fact I’d seen her making out with a frat boy pissed me off, but that was also a part of the problem of me not confronting her. If I’d gone to her days before, she wouldn’t have been at some party.

What helps to ease the feeling of anger inside is having heard her say she hadn’t had sex with another man. That part of her was still mine alone.

We spent the rest of the day in bed. We talked, mostly I talked her down when she’d start to get riled. Together, we went over the documents Fuse emailed. I also got to see the woman I’d claimed as mine when she was only sixteen. I waited to make her mine, and then when I did, I didn’t hold on like I should’ve. That’s on me. We’re finally at a place to move the fuck forward, and that’s what I’m doing.

Sunday, I took her to the cookout at the clubhouse, and she’d been introduced officially as my ol’ lady. The only drama was when Camilla met Bart for the first time. It was hilarious the way she freaked the hell out, everyone laughed, and Bart just stayed where he was, not bothering anyone. She chilled out, and the rest of the day went well.

On Monday, she was back in the office, and we had the same argument every day about me being there while she worked.Today was the first time I changed tactics.

“Don’t you have to work at the bar?” she asks, dropping her pen and staring at me.

“Nope,” I remark, giving her a smug look. “You heard Chains the other day. Axel’s got it for now.”

“Right,” she mutters, drawing her brows together in a way I know she’s contemplating something.

“What’s the question you’re rolling around in your head?” I put it out there, giving her the opening she needs. Not that she actually needs an opening. I’ll tell her whatever it is she wants to know. Long as it’s not club business.

“I thought you liked working at the garage, working on cars,” she remarks, watching me.

“Yeah, I do, but the club needed someone to handle the bar. I volunteered, and I found I liked managing it. I’m good at it, and it’s a good place to be for the rumor mill. People drink and get talkative. I hear something interesting, I can look into it or make a call,” I explain.

“What hours do you usually work?”

“Depends on the day. Some days, I’m there from noon until midnight. Other days, I’m there from five to midnight.There’s a couple where I go in the morning and that’s it. I’ve got a manager who helps out. She’s good at it.”

“She?”

A grin tugs at my lips as I see the flair of jealousy in her eyes.“Yeah, baby, she, Alanna. She and her girlfriend work at the bar. Alanna manages the place while her girlfriend is the bartender and going to school to be a teacher.”

I don’t miss the way Camilla’s cheeks blush, and she looks back down at what she’s working on. Not wanting her to think anything that ain’t true or a possibility, I lean forward and call her name. Slowly, she gives me her eyes. “Baby, I’ve got a rule, one that’s not just mine, but the club’s as a whole, we don’t fuck with employees. Never have.”

“Okay,” she says and drops her gaze back down. “So, how come you’re not working at the bar for the time being?”

“Because of shit going down around you and me,” I answer. I hadn’t yet told her everything Chains, Tyres, and I discussed, but I’m going to have to let her in on some of it.

“That’s ridiculous. You shouldn’t have to put work on hold because of our stuff.” She scoffs and cocks a brow. “Unless, there’s something I don’t know. I mean, it’s not like Ezra is going to come in here and cause a scene while I’m at work. Or my aunt, for that matter.”

“You don’t know. I’ve learned in the past not to leave anything to question. Anything can happen, and I’m not about to let that shit happen to you, Cams.”

“Well, if you’re determined you’re going to stick around rather than go to your own job, you’re going to have to leave this office,” she proclaims, dropping her gaze back down while picking up her pen. She waves her hand and continues, “I can’t focus with you in here. You’re a distraction.”

I stare at her for a brief moment before throwing my head back and laughing hard enough to make my stomach hurt. “Oh fuck, baby, that’s good. I’m glad you see me as a distraction. Tell me, is it a good distraction or bad?”

“The worst,” she mutters, not looking up, but watching her as I am, I see the way her cheeks take on a nice shade of pink.

I have every intention of making a remark about how much of a distraction I can be when the door is flung open hard enough for it to bang against the wall and in steps none other than Camilla’s aunt, Helena.

“What is he doing here?” Helena all but screeches, face flaming brightly. Eyes directed at my woman, arm straight out, finger aimed at me.

“Because he’s here.” Camilla shrugs, voice calm, and staring at her aunt like this was any other day in the office. “What can I do for you, Aunt Helena?”

“What can you do for me?” Helena blinks, lip curling in disgust.

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