Page 10 of Lynch's Match

“What were you going to do after getting here and we weren’t here?” I find myself asking, though I’m sure I already know her answer.

“Nothing. I was going to tell Félix then call a cab to take me home.”

“You don’t think Ezra wouldn’t have shown up at your place?” Fuse snorts, crossing his arms and shaking his head. “You’re smart for a lawyer, Camilla, but what you just said was stupid.”

“Ezra Pennington is dangerous,” Remy remarks.

“I wouldn’t have let her go home,” Félix mutters and looks directly at Camilla. “You showed, and if they weren’t here already, your ass would be sitting right there waiting. I know you’re Lynch’s wife.”

“Estranged and waiting on divorce papers,” Camilla states, interrupting Félix.

“Cams.” Her gaze comes to me, not missing the warning in my tone.

“Don’t Cams me, Lynch, it’s the truth, and we both know it,” Camilla snaps, glaring at me.

Leaning forward, getting in her space, I brace my hands on either side of her chair. “What I know is after years of not having my dick inside you, I got in there within minutes. That’s not estranged. I also know that I ain’t signing divorce papers. I also know that you’re comin’ home with me, and then we’re going to be getting quite a few things straight between the two of us. Afterward, I’ll be sliding between those legs into that sweet pussy.”

“You’ve lost your mind,” she bites out. “There’s no way I’m letting you near me again.”

“Baby, all I gotta do is kiss you again, and you’ll be begging me to fuck you deep.” I lean even closer until our noses are touching and our lips are nearly brushing.

“Asshole,” she quips.

“Don’t we both know it.”

“Enough, you two,” Chains bites out. “We don’t have time for a lovers’ quarrel.”

“We’ll finish this later,” I murmur, making sure my lips brush Camilla’s with each word.

“No, we won’t,” she utters on a breath and twists, giving me her cheek.

I clench my teeth together to keep from saying anything further and pull back. I retake my position and stand there with my arms crossed, waiting. Hopefully, this won’t take long, and I can get her on the back of my bike and then to my place. For what I’ve got planned, we’re not going to the clubhouse, we’ll be going home.

Two hours later, I pull into the driveway of the house I’ve barely stayed at over the years. Looking at it now, it’s the same as it was when I first bought it. It was meant to be a surprise for Camilla the next time she came home. I’d been fixing it up, getting it ready for us while she was at school.

The house was a wreck when I first bought it. It’s why I got it for a song. Four bedrooms, three baths, nearly three thousand square feet. It’s got an open floor plan with high beams across the ceiling. The backyard butts against a waterway and has a great back patio that I remodeled myself.

I stop long enough to reach into my saddlebag and pull out the remote for the garage. The moment it opens, I roll inside and press the button to close the door back in place.

“Since when do you live here?” Camilla demands snappishly once I cut my bike off. She’s more than a little peeved, and not just because I put her ass on my bike, but I also took a knife to her skirt when she claimed she couldn’t. She’s also pissed ‘cause I refused to let her have her way.

We all spent time discussing and questioning her before leaving Félix’s office. I didn’t even want to be there in the first place, but we had to discuss business with him, as it were. I intended to leave there and go wait for Camilla to get home. My intention had been to talk to her finally, only to have her show at the end of our meeting.

“We’ll talk inside,” I tell her and swing a leg over, getting off my bike. I look toward her and offer my hand. Rather than taking my hand, she smacks it away and scrambles to get off without flashing her panties. Which, lucky for me, she still ends up flashing the black silk thong. It’s a good thing it’s only us here, and no one else is around to see.

I take her hand and all but drag her into the house through the door leading inside.

“Wanna beer?” I offer, dropping her hand to move toward the fridge on the other side of the kitchen. I might not be here enough to keep a lot here, but I do have some things for when I am.

“No,” she says. “What I want is an answer.”

“You and me both,” I grumble and open the fridge, snag me a beer, and close it back before turning to face Camilla. “When did you move back here?”

“A little over a year ago. What’s it matter?”

What’s it matter? She’s on her way to earning a damn spanking that will leave her ass nice and red.

“Baby, you don’t want to push me,” I warn her and tilt the bottle to my lips, guzzling half the beer before lowering the bottle to the counter. “You’ve been back for a year, and you only just now brought divorce papers?”

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