Page 51 of All's Fair in Love & Chaos
Camden brings his strong, steady hands to my face and pulls my chin down, forcing me to meet his eyes. And just like I knew it would, my heart starts to pump, wild and steady as I melt into him.
“Slow down, baby.”
“I need it harder, Camden, please,” I demand while he holds me still on top of him.
“No, vixen, you don’t. Trust me. You want it hard so you can focus on the physical feeling, the rough, primal pain and pleasure. You’re hiding from the emotion. You’re not gonna do that with me. Not anymore. Tonight, I’m going to make love to you, give you a new memory, something good.” I freeze my desperate fight to ride him hard, pausing, looking down at his face, his eyes dark with longing and desire.
His words wrap around me like a cocoon, strong and inviting, and I can’t explain why, or how, but my walls topple down around us, and I nod in consent, handing over control to the man I’ve spent the last ten years hating, the man who’s made me feel more alive and whole that I’ve ever felt before.
Camden flips us, lying me gently on my back, keeping us connected, his body filling mine, stretching me to my max. It feels so damn good. Our breathing slows down from heavypants to something softer, steadier, more intense. I can’t believe I’m not dreaming.
Camden braces himself over me with one arm, slowly running his other hand over the curve of my waist, reaching my ribs and then my chest, until his fingers are threading through my hair, angling my head exactly where he wants me.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. In here,” he whispers as he taps my head, then my heart. “And here.” My heart splits open, a small fracture splitting at the center. Deep-brown eyes look down at me, and I can feel the words that haven’t passed his lips. Camden is in love with me. He looks down at my languid, blissed-out body like he’s marveling at the most incredible vision he’s ever seen.
Camden leans down as he starts to slowly move inside me, his mouth capturing mine in a sensually slow kiss that I feel down to the marrow of my bones. His tongue caresses my own, tangling and pouring everything he feels into it.
The slow glide of his cock through my pussy is torturous in the most incredible way. He slowly pulls out to his tip before sliding easily back in through my wet center, grinding me against his pelvis before repeating it over and over and over again. All the while, his hands hold my face, his lips on mine.
When he pulls back, his eyes are stormy, heavily lidded, and full of desire and awe. “I’m yours, Saige. I have been since the moment you stepped off that bike. I feel like the world I knew no longer exists. Everything before you feels like a fever dream; all there is now is you. I’m a man who can’t afford distractions, but you? You are the only thing that matters. I’d die before anything happened to you, but I want a long life to show you how you deserve to be loved and cherished.”
“Camden . . .” His words chisel away at that fracture, my heart breaking open further for this man, forcing his way inside. He continues to pepper kisses all over my face,working his thick length inside me so slow, so expertly, building me higher and higher until my orgasm is right there.
“Baby . . .” he says on a plea. “I can feel your walls fluttering around me. Your pussy feels so good, slick, tight, and warm, hugging me like it was made just for me. I love being inside you, watching you shatter around me.”
“Oh, god, Camden.”
“Stop fighting it, baby. Just let go and feel, you’re safe with me,” he whispers against my lips just as the orgasm crashes into me. This isn’t a tsunami that drowns me all at once; it’s a slow build, a pulse of urgency that leaves me gasping for air. Tears spill from my eyes as Camden looks down at me, his face contorted in the same ecstasy I’m experiencing.
“Baby, I’m coming. You’re taking me with you.”
We grip each other tightly, our mouths coming together as Camden moves inside me, gently stoking the flames, pulling every ounce of pleasure from both of us. His length throbs and jerks between my walls, ropes of cum spilling inside my body. My tears continue to stream down my face as the last bit of my heart opens completely, Camden filling it with something I’ve never felt before.
This wasn’t just making love.
It was liberation.
Chapter Twenty
CAMDEN
Idecided it was time to pull out all the stops. I’ve never been one to date, and never really had the opportunity since I went from trying to keep Lucas and me alive to taking care of an entire motorcycle club organization and all that comes along with it.
But after last night, I’ve got to put in an effort. I want Saige to remember our first date for the rest of her life, even if she doesn’t know we’re going on one yet.
I cashed in a huge IOU from Mrs. Odette, the owner of Amberwood’s bakery and coffee shop, Daily Rise. Last year, her teenage grandson, whom she’s raising on her own, was getting into some trouble at school. I took him under my wing on the weekends and during breaks to teach him how to deal with all of his anger in a way that’s safe and constructive. It’s the same methods Queenie taught me.Keep busy and don’t letthe mind idle.
We tried different projects, handiwork around the club, working with Slick at the garage repairing bikes and cars, and I even let him help me with all the inside club business. But what he really liked? Money and watching it grow. He ended up having a knack for math, calculations, and a good eye for investments, learning that if he paid attention in school, he could turn his money and watch it grow. Mrs. Odette promised me that if I ever needed anything in return, she’d have my back. I cashed in on that baby today.
Now I just need some help from some guys here since I can’t get away to do it on my own. I pick up my phone, knowing I’m probably going to regret it.
Me: I need help
Sin: Holy shit he’s willingly entered the group chat
Me: I thought this wasn’t a group chat?
Malice: We’ll think of a name. Need something catchy
