Page 28 of Property of Camo

“You still on the outs with your girl?” Thorin chuckles.

“Not my girl,” I reply, but even as I say the words, I know it is not true.

I have fucking hated not being able to be near her, to not touch her, but my stubborn side stopped me from making it known. There is still the threat and danger of being connected to the club.

“I beg to differ, brother. The way you both were watching each other, you were either going to burst into a fist fight, or fuck right here for everyone to know that you have claimed her,” Winger adds.

“She is looking good, brother. If you are not going to claim her, I can see me making her scream.” Thorin laughs.

My blood boils, and I step forward with the need to rip his fucking head off. Brother or not, you do not touch another brother’s woman.

Thorin laughs as he lays down on the bench to lift some weights. He does it effortlessly because he has vampire strength.

“Touch her and I will fucking kill you, Thorin Fairchild,” I bark.

“Oh, he fucking full named me.” The prick laughs even louder, drawing attention to us.

Sitting on the bench, I reach to lift as well and look over, seeing Skyla talking to her friends. The tight jeans and knee-high boots make her ass and legs look fucking sexy. Legs I know feel good around my waist and an ass that feels hot in my hands.

As if she can sense me looking at her, she looks over her shoulder, her gaze connecting with mine, and I feel that stare deep in my soul. Time stills between us as we stare at each other. I know she won’t give in and come over here to speak to me, and that pisses me off more.

I have no fucking right to be angry with her. We are not a couple, nor are we together. Hell, I get my dick sucked by the club girls when the need hits me. She does not tell me if she has been on a date, but I get the feeling that I am the only guy she is fucking.

My soul feels like it is being pulled from my body toward hers, as the connection is still strong between us. Her body stiffens, shoulders pulling back in a clear sign of her growing distress, making me frown—then I sense a presence beside me.

Turning my head, I see who it is. A chick wearing a sports bra that is barely holding in her huge tits and shorts that mold to her pussy lips. Her hair and make-up are still intact, nothing is out of place, making me think that she is not here to work out but to pick up men.

“Hi, I’m Christa.” My gaze flicks over to Skyla and see her watching us, her eyes narrowed.

Her friends are watching as well, and I could not give a shit what they think of me. Images of her in that cop’s arms push a flash of anger through me and my petty, stubborn prick side comes out.

With a smirk on my face, making sure that Skyla sees it, I turn to the chick Christa and offer her a sexy grin. Making sure that my feet are planted on either side of her, I cage her in with my legs.

“Camo.”

“I have seen you around and thought you were hot.”

“Well, baby, you are pretty fucking hot yourself.” I wink at her.

She bites her lip, stepping closer, her hand going to my shoulder. Her fragrance hits my senses, making my dick twitch. My hand goes to the back of her thigh, and she inches closer, putting her pussy at almost eye level with me.

I know that I am being a cunt right now, knowing that Skyla is across the room, but my stubborn ego beats me to any rational thought.

“I am free if you want to get out of here. My place is right around the corner.”

The temptation is right there, I can smell how much she wants me. I could easily leave with no worries, and fuck this chick until she can’t remember her name, but a sense of unease hits my gut.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and my gaze scans the room.

My gaze flicks over to the reception desk where Skyla was standing with her friends. My gut tightens when I see she is no longer there, but Rocky and Clark are glaring at me, like they want to chop me up into little pieces.

Pushing to my feet, forcing the girl to step back, I meet Pres’s gaze, and he shakes his head at me, disappointment clear as day in his eyes.

Fuck.

“You fucked up, brother,” Thorin throws out there.

Looking back at him, I glare, my anger evident in my tone. “Delaney” is all I say and start to walk away, not waiting for a reply from him.

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