Page 24 of Her Grumpy Biker
“That was so fucking hot,” he murmurs. “Love knowing you want to claim me. Let’s get home so I can claim you over and over.”
I nod enthusiastically, making Diego smirk. He loads me up on his bike and we tear out of the parking lot with the cheers of the Savage Kings behind us.
11
DIEGO
Deadeye belongs to me.
Fuck if those words didn’t have my heart slamming against my chest and my dick hardening to the point of pain. I can’t believe Camden claimed me in front of my brothers, but god, it was the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
She holds me tightly as we ride through town, her hips rocking against the seat. I know she’s winding herself up, and I can’t wait to feel how fucking wet she is from the ride alone.
I went from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows in the span of two minutes, and my mind is still trying to catch up. When I made my announcement, I thought Camden would love knowing I’m all in for her. I hadn’t considered the wording or how it could be misinterpreted by people outside the MC life. With her background, it makes sense that she’s even more sensitive to things like that.
It killed me when she accused me of being like the other men in her life, but I knew deep down she didn’t mean it. When she realized what she had said and how much it hurt, she went out of her way to make me feel better, which confirmed everything I already knew about her: Camden is strong as hell, she hasa huge heart, and she wants us to work. As long as we both communicate, we can get through anything.
I park my bike in front of my house and scoop Camden up before sprinting inside. She giggles and kicks her legs out as I storm through the house. I’m about to toss her on the bed when I remember her knee. Changing course, I head to the bathroom and deposit her next to the sink.
“What are we doing in here?” she asks.
“Gotta bandage you up.”
“I’m fine,” she insists. “I’ve had worse.”
My gut twists at her words. I cup her face and tilt her head up so we’re eye-to-eye. I need her to hear me when I tell her this. “Let me take care of you, Camden. When you hurt, I hurt.”
Her eyes gloss over with unshed tears, and she nods her head. I press my lips to her temple and then get to work gathering bandages and antibiotic cream. Camden surprises me by stripping out of her clothes.
“This is the opposite of letting me bandage you up,” I tell her, though I can’t stop staring at her hardened nipples and bouncing breasts.
She shrugs and gives me a mischievous smile. “I needed to take my pants off for you to bandage my knee, and I figured I might as well get rid of everything while I’m at it. Don’t forget that you promised to claim me over and over.”
I grin at her cheeky response and pull her in for a kiss, because how could I not?
“I will never break a promise to you, sweetheart,” I vow.
Less than three minutes later, Camden is stretched across my bed, her naked body nearly glowing in the late-afternoon sunlight streaming through the window. How the hell did I get so lucky?
I rid myself of my pants and boxers, suddenly remembering my shirt was left somewhere on the side of the road. Worth it. Icrawl into bed next to my beautiful, sweet, sexy-as-hell woman. As much as I want to sink into her and tear her little pussy apart, I need her to know I’ll cherish her, too.
Camden must sense my internal struggle. She strokes my cheek with her fingertips, then gently grips my chin and turns my head so we’re face to face. “I need to feel you again,” she whispers. Her deep emerald eyes plead with me, revealing a need greater than just physical closeness.
“I’ll give you anything. Everything. All you have to do is ask.”
Camden nods, then leans forward and captures my lips with hers. She gives me everything in this one kiss. I cup the side of her face, drawing her closer as my other hand trails down her back. Camden moans, rubbing her naked body against mine.
Her kiss turns desperate, her tongue lashing against mine, her fingernails clawing at my chest. Camden rolls on top of me and straddles my hips. I bite back a groan at this beautiful goddess on display just for me.
She leans down and crashes her mouth over mine. I let her take what she needs, meeting her stroke for stroke as she grinds her pussy against my bare cock. Camden lets out a strangled moan that almost sounds like she’s crying.
I cup the back of her neck, stilling her movements and guiding her to rest her forehead on mine. She’s shaking, still clawing at me, like she needs this closeness, needs every part of me. Fuck, I need it, too.
I nuzzle into the side of her neck and then flip Camden over on her back, kissing away her gasp of surprise. Settling between her legs, I gather up her wrists in one of my hands before pinning them above her head.
Bending down, I ghost my lips down her neck, collarbone, and chest, until I get to her breasts. I rub my nose over one nipple and then take it in my mouth. Camden whimpers and bucks her hips to get me where she wants me.
“Slow down,” I whisper before kissing the hollow of her neck. “I will fuck you hard and deep when you need it, but right now, I need to show you you’re worth taking time on.” I kiss up her neck and jaw until my lips are inches from hers. “Let me savor you, angel. Let me love you like this.”
