Page 26 of Her Grumpy Biker
She rolls her body on top of mine, digging her nails into my chest as she uses me to get herself off. I reach out and rub her clit in furious circles, needing her to get there before I fill her up with my cum again. Camden’s arms buckle underneath her, andshe falls to my chest. I flip us over and throw both of her legs over one of my shoulders, thrusting my hard cock inside of her and pounding into her at this new angle.
“Goddamn, baby, you’re so fucking tight like this,” I growl.
Camden fists the sheets and thrashes her head back and forth, bowing her back off the mattress. I slap her ass and piston in and out of her.
“Diego, Diego... right there, yes, yes…”
She screams as her pussy chokes my dick, making me pump into her one last time and then explode with a roar.
I reluctantly pull out and set her legs down before collapsing next to her. We’re both panting and sweating. After a few minutes of calming down, Camden shuffles over to me and I tuck her into my side, kissing her forehead and holding her tightly against me.
“That was everything,” she whispers, her breath still ragged.
I nod and kiss her forehead again. “I’ll give this to you every single day,” I reply. “You’re sexy and sweet, and I want to nurture both sides of you.”
“You’re so good to me,” she says with a sigh.
“We’re good to each other,” I counter.
My girl nods and then relaxes against me, resting her head over my heart. I smile when her soft snores reach my ears. I love knowing I wore her out and that she feels safe enough to sleep right here in my arms.
I pull the blankets over our naked bodies and curl around my precious woman. She adjusts slightly and lets out a cute little sigh when she’s all snuggled up again. My heart is full, my mind is clear, and for the first time in so long, I have something to live for.
EPILOGUE
CAMDEN
“That’s adorable! Oh my gosh, this display makes me want to buy every single copy of this book,” Sadie gushes. My friend turns to me with the cutest, most sincere expression.
“Let's hope everyone else who walks in today has the same reaction,” I joke. “Thanks again for your help today. I have interviews set up tomorrow afternoon for another part-time employee.”
“I love any excuse to come down and visit you, Diego, and the kiddos. We’re so proud of you for taking over Tall Tales & Turned Pages.”
I beam at her praise, and I know my cheeks are flushed, though I’m not as self-conscious as I once was about it. Evie wanted to retire last year, and she floated the idea of selling the town’s beloved bookstore to me. I turned her down at first, but she kept asking. Diego asked if I was saying no out of fear, which, of course, I was. I didn’t realize it, but he was spot-on.
Me? Owner of a bookstore? I knew nothing about running a business. Diego pointed out that I can always learn. He reminded me of how much I’ve grown since that day we met over twelve years ago, and how I’m living a life I never thought I’dhave when I first ran away from the compound. When he put it that way, I felt invincible. Knowing Diego would support me, as he always has, gave me the confidence to finally say yes to Evie.
“Thank you, Sadie. It means a lot to me to have you and Cutter in our lives.”
“Speak of the devil…”
The front door opens, and our kids come running inside, followed by Diego and Cutter. Our friends drove down this morning to help me with inventory and setting up a few new displays. We have four kids between us, all within a few years of each other. They were getting restless, so the dads offered to take everyone to the park to burn off some energy.
“Mom! I found a frog, and Dad said I could keep him in my room!” Andrew, our seven-year-old, exclaims.
“Hold on there, buddy,” Diego says as he steps up beside me. He wraps an arm around my waist and tucks me into his side, though he keeps eye contact with Andrew. “I said we could make a spot for him in the backyard, next to the pond.”
“That’s basically the same thing,” he informs us.
“Not even a little bit,” Diego counters. He’s trying to be stern, but when it comes to his children, Diego is an even bigger sap than he is for me. It’s adorable and makes me love him more.
“As long as the frog isn’t in the store, we can talk about it later,” I say. I crook one eyebrow up and wait for my son’s response.
He shakes his head no. “Sir Froggington the Third is right outside the door, safely in his container with food, water, and air holes. See? I’m a good pet owner. I should probably get a dog, too.”
I laugh while Anabelle, our five-year-old, shrieks in excitement. “Puppy! I want a puppy!”
“No puppies,” Diego says, though I can tell he’s considering it.What a pushover.
