Page 49 of Property of Camo

“Yep. I had to change things up, but he got what he deserved; so did she.”

He leans back, watching me. I open the bottle and take a big gulp.

“Your head clear now? No more biting people’s heads off?”

I shrug. “If they piss me off then, yeah, I am going to say shit, but I get what you mean. I will give it some time, then see where we go from there.”

“That was vague as fuck if I ever heard, brother.”

“It is what it is. She hates me right now, Pres, and rightfully so. I fucked up.” He nods, cocking a brow at me. “I know. I let my anger rule over my thoughts. You know how hot-headed I can get, but seeing the hurt…” I sigh.

Leaning forward, I set my elbows on my knees, the bottle dangling from one hand between my legs.

“It gutted me. My heart fucking split open, brother.” I rub the ache in my chest at the pain I have caused Skyla.

Winger knows about my past, with my shitty folks and friends I have lost, so he knows that I struggle with commitment and dealing with my feelings. He may only be a few years older than me but he is wise as fuck, and I guess that is what comes with being a seer, and knowing what is right around the corner most times.

You do not have time to be a fuck up, so you need your head screwed on right.

For days now, it has been Skyla’s face in my dreams; seeing the pain that I caused her has had me waking up drenched in sweat, but my dick hard for her at the same time. Jerking my cock in the shower is not the same as sinking into her hot flesh.

Pres slaps me on the back, then pushes to his feet.

“You know my thoughts on her, brother. I also know that through the dark mask that you wear, you will be good for her. She is exactly what you need.” With that, he leaves me to my thoughts.

Not that I can get a handle on them right now, with so much spinning around.

Time is what we both need right now. I need a fucking distraction to keep me from riding over to her house and making her take me back.

18

Skyla

Wiping the machine down with an anti-bacterial spray and cloth, I sigh, thinking about how disgusting some people are.

It does not take much to clean off a machine that you just worked out on and covered in your sweat. People are pigs. Clark is singing while he sweeps the floor, making me smile.

We are closing tonight, as Eva has a date with Tate, and Rocky is off meeting some chick he met online. What happened to going out and meeting someone face-to-face?

I shake my head when I remember when Rocky showed me the woman he is meeting tonight— her profile literally stated that she only wants hook-ups with beefy men, and Rocky fits right into that category.

I turn up the music, Clark smiling wide at me, and we both sing while cleaning the gym. His body moves to the music, his eyes sparkling with excitement as we dance and sing.

Once a month we do a deep cleaning, which is needed. We do a good clean every night but I like to make sure that every nook and cranny is scrubbed clean once a month.

Adele’s voice blares through the speakers as I move onto the next machine. Making sure that it is off, I spray and wipe it down.

My mind wanders to Camo before I can stop it. My chest aches, as I miss him. He may not be the best person for me to be with but I miss him. Something inside of me calls to him.

I miss the way he would look at me as he moved inside of me, the way he touched me like I was made of glass, but also like he could not get enough of me. Sometimes at night, I think I can feel him in my house, with the way my body reacts.

My skin feels tight, my nipples harden beneath my clothing, and I swear I can smell him, but I know deep down that he is too fucking stubborn to come and see me camouflaged.

Seeing Eva and Tate move forward in their relationship, it is new and exciting, and I wish I could have that. I admit my jealousy builds seeing them together but it is not because of seeing them together, but because of what they have.

“Hey, are you okay?” I blink at the sound of Clark’s voice.

“Yeah. Sorry.” I hadn’t realized that I had stopped cleaning and I was staring into space.

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