Page 11 of From the Ashes

There’s a blur of faces, each one giving me their condolences and each time I reply with some variation of the same words.

It’s not until Kovu’s grip on my hip tightens that I realize I’ve completely zoned out, and when I focus on the person approaching me, my entire body stills.

Charles Davenport looks every bit the powerful mob boss in his perfectly fitted black suit, the collar of his black button-down open a couple of buttons, giving a peek at the dark dusting of hair on his chest.

If he wasn’t such a fucking asshole, perhaps I’d consider him attractive, but after my short time spent in his penthouse just a few weeks ago, there’s almost no one I consider uglier. The things he did to me, the things he wanted to do to me, send a shiver down my spine of its own accord, and Kaos steps up on my other side, wrapping his arm around my waist to keep me pinned between him and his best friend.

“Camilla, I was very sorry to hear about your loss.” He leans forward to kiss my cheek, but Kovu’s hand snaps out, catching him in the center of his chest before he can get within a foot of me.

I force a tight smile to my lips. “Thank you for coming, Charles.”

He glares at each of my men before giving me a short nod and moving on in the same direction as the others.

Hands envelop my hips from behind, and I immediately recognize Crew’s cinnamon whiskey scent. “Are you ready to head home, Little Menace?”

My shoulders relax at the idea, and I don’t miss his quiet chuckle. I’ve had enough of playing the grieving niece and cousin today.

CHAPTER NINE

CREW

It’s rare that I relinquish the front passenger seat. I’m sure there’s some psychological thing linked to my inability to give up control, but I’ve never given myself time to think about it.

But as I usher Camilla back to the car, I don’t hesitate to climb into the backseat with her. After having her undivided attention for a week while we were both recuperating, the last couple of days have been hard, and I’m desperate to get my hands on her.

Plus, it’s been more than a week since I’ve been inside her, and my balls have long turned blue.

It’s hard to imagine that we spent years without consistent women in our lives, and now that we have her, we’re like horny fucking teenagers again. None of us can get enough of her.

Kovu nabs the other side of her, leaving Kaos and Bishop grumbling under their breath. Kaos is the only one that’s had her since we were ambushed, and we’re all growing impatient.

She leans her head against my shoulder and lets out a soft sigh. Today was hard for her, but not because she was saying goodbye to her family members. No, it was difficult because she had to pretend to care about two people who actively tried to have her killed and died because of those choices.

I glide my hand up her silky thigh, happy to be away from the scrutiny of others. Today was our second outing together, and the number of eyes on us was just as unsettling as it was last night at the fight club.

By announcing our relationship the way we have, we’re putting Camilla in danger. If it were just that we were seen with her, perhaps I wouldn’t be so worried, but it’s the fact that each of us looks at her like she hung the fucking moon. Our affection for her could get her killed.

Camilla peers up at me with a small smile, but it’s obvious the last week has been weighing on her, even if she won’t say that out loud.

“You okay, Little Lamb?” Kovu asks from her other side.

She nods, but she’s not. She’s exhausted, and she’s stressed.

I glance at Kovu over her head, and he raises his brow, which has a rare smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

Kovu’s huge palm comes down on her other thigh, and together, we glide our hands up, pushing her black dress higher. When she stepped out of her room wearing the knee-length dress that’s skintight from her neck to her hips before flaring out in the skirt, I thought one of us was going to carry her back into her room and have our way with her.

“How about we help you relax, Little Menace?” I murmur against her temple when she stiffens.

She opens her mouth like she might argue, but she doesn’t get a chance. Kovu grasps her cheek in his free hand and tugs her face to meet his, brushing his lips over hers reverently. Watching him with Camilla is a world away from watching him with any of the other women we’ve shared. With them, he was always savage, always rough, but there’s a softness to how he handles Camilla.

While she’s distracted, I slip my hand higher until my fingers crush over her wet center. The lace covering her hot pussy is damp, and we groan in unison.

“My naughty girl is already wet for us,” I whisper against the shell of her ear as Kovu deepens their kiss.

Bishop groans from the front seat as he turns back to watch us. “You guys are assholes.”

“Should have been quicker to sit in the back with her.” Kovu smirks against her full lips, nipping at the swollen pillows.

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