Page 72 of Property of Camo

“I did. New bed and all.” I wink. “Let’s just say, shopping for bedding is not something I plan to do in the future.”

She cocks her head to the side, looking at me like she is trying to work out what I am thinking, or what I am up to. Inching closer, I kiss the tip of her nose, and her eyes narrow as she looks at me.

“Let’s get you settled, then we can talk.”

“I do not like this ‘Camo.’” I stiffen as I bend to place her on the bed; leaning back, I look at her.

“Don’t like what?”

“This.” She waves her hand up and down my body. “This strange side to you. I am used to the broody, grumpy, take-no-bullshit Camo. Not this happy to help and all fucking smiles. Stop it, it is creeping me out.”

My body relaxes, my ass hitting the bed next to her legs. I would give anything to climb into the bed with her and fuck her so good that she feels me for days, but also knowing that she is mine.

I help her get settled, her back against the large wooden headboard. Tucking the blankets to her waist, I can feel her gaze on me, which makes my lips twitch.

I fucking love her eyes on me, especially when we are naked and I am eating her pussy, or sucking on her tits just how she likes it.

Stop it,” she growls and it is cute.

Looking up at her, I smirk.

“Stop what? I am helping you get comfortable.”

“Camo, I can see what’s growing in your jeans.”

“You like what is in my pants, baby?” I reply, taking in how her breathing has picked up and her eyes have dilated.

She likes that I am turned on by her.

Rolling her eyes, she huffs.

“Just because my body responds to you, Camo, doesn’t mean anything. It is just that my body is not in tuned with my heart and soul yet.” She shrugs, inching back but my fingers flex, holding her in place.

“Reece,” I express.

Skyla’s eyes widen, her lips part in shock.

“You call me Reece, babe. My birth name.”

Her mouth opens and closes a few more times, her gaze secure on mine as she lowers herself to the bed. Shock shines in her eyes, as I just told her my given name. Not many people know beyond the club, and the ones outside of my brothers who knew are no longer living.

“Reece?” I nod to her, loving the sound of my name on her lush lips.

I smile. “Come on, let’s get you comfortable then we can talk. I think we both have a lot of shit to talk about.”

Helping her to lay down, I make sure not to cause her any pain from her stomach.

Her eyes track me as I strip, leaving my boxer briefs on, and I slip into the bed. She turns her head to look at me, confusion showing in her eyes. Resting my head in my palm, I smile, my body in line with hers, but I keep from touching her for now.

“You know that you are my mate?” She nods hesitantly. “I just claimed you in front of my club, because it was fucking long overdue, but that is on me.” She nods again.

“All of this pain could have been avoided, Camo.”

“Reece, baby.”

“Fine. Reece, this could have been avoided, but you, biker butthead, decided that fucking was what we both needed. Me being hurt and your brothers being there helping, and then what happened in the main room, only solidifies what we could have had, but you ruined that.”

My heart beats wild in my chest at her words, and they fucking sting but she is right. I broke her trust and heart all in one moment.

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