Page 43 of Inflame Me
“Shit’s gonna be wacked for a while. I want you in my bed at the clubhouse.”
“Dagger said we were going back after this was over,” Tanner says, flipping her red hair out of her face. “Rhys, talk to me.”
“Babe, just roll with this shit. I don’t have any answers for you. All I know is I can’t get your taste off my lips, and I haven’t gotten my fill of you.” I sit next to her and place my hand on her thigh. Her hand comes on top of mine.
“Princess says you have your own rules, and I get that.” She squeezes my hand, and I have the sudden urge to kick Princess’s ass. “I have rules of my own. Princess said that you have different women all the time.”
“Fucking Princess,” I mutter. I’m going to get Cruz to tan her fucking hide.
“Well, I’m a one man kind of woman and expect my man to be the same. If you don’t want that, then you need to leave me be.” She pats my hand then removes hers, the warmth gone.
Something inside of me aches. I’ve never been faithful to anyone, never had any type of commitment with anyone except my brothers. I’m not sure I can do this shit.
“Babe, I …” She places her finger on my lips.
“You’re going to tell me that you don’t know if you can do it.” I nod my head, her finger remaining in its spot. “Would you be willing to try?” She removes her finger.
“You know you deserve a fuck of a lot better,” I tell her, which makes her smile softly.
“I’m only going to be here for a short time, so it’s not like I’m asking you to marry me, but while I’m here”—she grabs my dick through my jeans—“this is mine.”
I chuckle. She has yet to say the word dick or cock in front of me, and I think it’s pretty hilarious. She’s going to have to get over that quickly while she stays at the clubhouse.
“All right, Sprite. As long as you know this pussy, tits, and ass are mine to do whatever I want with, whenever I want.” I push her to the bed as her beautiful smile comes across her lips.
“Where did you come up with sprite?” she asks.
“Look at you and look at me. To me, you’re little with spunk.”
She rolls her eyes. “Whatever.” Her face turns serious. “I’m sorry I said my mother would be disappointed. I don’t know what I meant, but it wasn’t—”
“Babe, that’s my shit, not yours. We’ll talk about it later, but not today.” I roll off her and grab my cell, typing out a message to Dagger. “Tonight, we stay here, away from the club. Just you and me.” I tell her. For the first time in my life, I’m actually excited about this shit.
I toss the phone down and smother her with my body. I cup her face, holding it still before I bend down and brush my lips against hers. I love the intake of breath she gives me. Who gives a shit if she’s younger than me and innocent? I’m going to have fun corrupting her.
I kiss her and suck her in.
I KNOCK ON the doorway and enter without waiting for Mearna to say anything. Fuck, this woman has put me in a tailspin. It’s as if she never left.
She lies on the bed, eyes closed. The slight rise and fall of her chest tells me she’s asleep. I sit in the chair in the corner of the room and just watch her with my elbows on my knees as I wipe my face with my hands.
This woman was everything to me. Everything. I would have bent over backward for her. Hell, I did. She stuck with me through the prospect period. Then we went to a party one night, and she decided she was leaving. Boom! Just like that.
I tried talking to her, finding out what the fuck happened in that short amount of time, but she wouldn’t have it. I was a young, dumb kid, getting his heart shattered for the first and only time. I remember that moment when she walked out the door. “I love you, Cameron. Always remember that.”She kissed me, and then she was gone. Poof. It’s a memory that has dug itself inside me so far there is no way I’ll ever climb out. She’s the one woman I loved, the one woman who changed the course of my life.
After Mearna disappeared, the old me disappeared. I didn’t give a shit and fucked anything with a pussy. Hell, I still do. Even my arrangement with Flash just gives her a place to sleep. Neither one of us gives a shit about the other. I know she fucks everything with a dick, and she knows about me. It’s been working for years, and she’s never asked for more, so I’ve kept her around.
Looking at Mearna, I feel so damn old. I have ten years on Mearna, but she still looks as beautiful as she did back then. Fuck.
I feel like I should grab a pad of paper and make some fucking Hallmark card greeting or something. I can’t fucking help it when it comes to this woman. I’ve loved her all my damn life and thought I was doing her right by not going after her when I wanted to. Fuck, once I got a lock on where she went, I was going for her to bring her back, but it didn’t end up the way I wanted it to.
And because I didn’t go and get her, she ended up with an asshole that beat the shit out of her.
Mearna is the one woman I would give up all the random pussy for. I’d give up Flash in a heartbeat and be with Mearna whole-heartedly. Fucking hell.
Mearna’s eyes flutter open, and she takes me in. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything is handled,” I tell her, not moving from the chair.
