Page 61 of All's Fair in Love & Chaos
“Did I fluster you, vixen?” I ask, my voice dropping as I walk up to her, kicking her legs open and stepping between them.
“Fuck off with that. I don’t get flustered.”
“I remember the look on your face, how your brown eyes darkened, your cheeks flushed with pink, the way your breathing hitched. Fuck, I was so hard for you. I would have dropped to my knees and crawled across the ground just to have a moment longer with you.”
“I hate you.”
“Yeah, I know, baby,” I whisper as I pinch her chin between my thumb and forefinger, slowly descending on her lips. She returns my kiss with fervor, opening her mouth and accepting my tongue. My hands delve into her long black hair, tilting her head back so I can deepen it.
Saige’s hands find their home on my forearms, the black nail polish of her fingernails digging slightly into my skin.
I break apart, resting my forehead against hers just as the low rumble of bikes echoes on the wind. They’re home. Saige and I separate, both standing and heading toward the door.
Our flood lights turn on as Saige and I step outside, a few other prospects who stayed behind joining us. Dust fills the air as the bikes trail up the long dirt driveway, parking out front instead of the garage. I immediately start doing headcounts, starting with my ranked members. Sin gets off his bike first, his unmistakable red hair letting me know he’s still breathing. Malice is next, then Noose and Rolo, the patch bunnies starting to filter in from their bunkhouse next to the clubhouse. Rolo’s wife, Morgan, bolts in his direction, wrapping her legs and arms around his body as he grips her back just as fiercely.
I watch them for a moment, and I realize having a woman stay behind, worrying about whether I was going to die or come home to her, is something I’ve never wanted. Then I look at Saige, my goddamn fierce warrior queen, knowing she will fight by my side if the need arises, and I know Lucas made this happen. He knew I needed someone just like her. Someone who could stand with me just like he did.
Sin reaches us first, grabbing my hand and pulling me in for a hug.
“How’d it go?”
“They’re all gone, made sure of it. Wrath and I double-checked there weren’t any teenage bastard children living with their mothers who will pop up out of nowhere like we had happen last year,” he jokes. That sucked. We thought we had killed all of the Iron Wolves, the club responsible for murdering Lucas and Lena, only to have the president’s son pop back up after ten years to wreak havoc on us. “There are none, luckily, I should add.”
Malice joins us on the deck; his torso covered in crimson. “Do you know how not to make a mess, Mal?” I ask as I take in the horror of his current condition. He looks down at himself, running his fingers through the drying blood.
“I just keep hitting the sweet spots; they erupt like Mount St. Helens.”
“The neck, right? Like a geyser. Sprayers are the worst,” Saige adds, and my mouth falls open as the two of them step to the side to discuss further.
“You doin’ okay?” I ask Sin.
“Yeah, I was hesitant, going off of only Saige’s intel. You may trust her, but I’m still a little cautious. I’m sure she’ll grow on me. She was right about everything. They were unprepared, drunk or high, no real defenses besides a janky-ass gate. We blew through it, and even then, they stumbled to fight us. It was a bloodbath, but it was an easy one. We only lost one prospect, and I’m fairly certain he accidentally shot himself. I have Malice handling letting his family know and the funeral expenses.”
“I’m glad you all handled it well. It’s behind us.”
“Of course we did. We’ve created a family unit here, we take care of each other, and I hope it proves to you that you can put yourself as a priority now. The club isn’t going to fall apart if you aren’t there every second. We can and will keep moving forward. We’re a well-oiled machine.”
“You’re right. I guess it’s time I learn how to laugh and comfort someone else, huh?”
“Based on the way that woman is looking at you right now with heart eyes, I’d say you figured it out. I need a shower and to check on Mr. Bun-Buns. I’ll catch you tomorrow.” Sin walks away, and I turn to meet Saige’s eyes. My woman doesn’t have fucking heart eyes, I don’t think it’s even possible for her. But she is looking at me like she’s happy to see me. And I’ll take that over anything else. There’s no way I can let her go.
Chapter Twenty-Five
SAIGE
The rest of the week passes in a blur of my legs wrapped around Camden’s head or his waist. We can’t seem to get enough of each other. He can barely focus on work, and we’re both counting down the minutes until we’re together again. Not that we’re ever far. Even though the threat seems to have dissipated, I haven’t moved back into my own home. We’ve been living in a little bubble that neither of us is eager to pop.My head has been filled with nothing but Camden, and that guilt that had been eating me alive? It’s becoming quieter and quieter.
The door to Camden’s room creeps open as I pack a few of my things into my bag to get out of the way. “If you think you’re leaving, you’re sorely mistaken.” Camden’s voice is thick with dominance. Fucking men and their assumptions.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” I snap as I continue to shove a pair of jeans into my small bag.
“Like hell I don’t, woman!Look at me!”
“What do you want from me, Camden?” I scream as I spin on him, emotions at an all-time high.
“Fucking everything! I love you! I love you so much that it fucking hurts! It’s killing me knowing what I took from you, Saige. I’ll never be able to look at you and not feel guilt. I can’t bring them back, I can’t turn back the clocks. But I promise you right here and now,” he says, his voice softening, no longer yelling. “That you will never be alone again. That you will always have a family at your side and at your back, here next to me. I promise to love you until the end of time, to fuck you senseless every night, and to fight next to you in any battle you take on. You want to continue your vigilante work? I’ve got your back. You fucking own me, Saige. I bow for no one . . . except my queen. And what’s a Heathen without his queen?”
“A queen?” I say, admonishingly.
