Page 107 of Fang
I smile up at him, “I got a new job so I don’t have to strip anymore.”
He smiles so big, “We need to celebrate. Anywhere you want to go.”
“I don’t care as long as I’m with you.”
I really hated punching that asshole out in front of her, but he doesn’t know when to walk away. That’s not going to be the last problem he causes. I could tell by the way he glared at Cami.
Hearing Cami got a job at a restaurant was the best news ever. I have been wanting her to stop dancing for a while, so I’m glad she decided to seek other employment. Not that she needs it. She’s practically married to me now, which means what’s mine is hers. I have a healthy little nest egg built up to take care of us both.
I almost told her about it over our celebratory dinner, but I know she is too proud to accept my money right now. I have to ease her into it.
I really need to talk her into getting therapy for her trauma. I wonder if Viv’s therapist has any openings. I’ll have to ask, but I can’t force Cami into it. She has to want to.
Baby steps.
Even if she loves me and agreed to be my old lady, she is still frightened. I’m afraid if I move too fast she will make a run for it. That would shatter me.
So instead, I’ll take it slow with her like I have been doing.
Instead of heading back to the clubhouse, I drive outside the city limits to a little place I purchased when I first moved down here. The club can always use more safe houses, or that’s what I told myself when I purchased it.
The truth is, I wanted a little slice of heaven away from all the club bullshit. Now, I’m glad I have it.
“What is this place?” Cami asks as soon as she dismounts the bike.
“My home away from home,” I admit.
“This is yours?” Her eyes are wide as she takes in the ranch-style home on fifty acres.
“It’s ours now,” I tell her, wrapping my arm around her. “Go check it out.”
I lead her up to the wrap-around front porch and unlock the door. After putting my security code in, I step aside.
I follow her from room to room as she takes everything in.
“When the clubhouse gets to be too much, I come here. I’m not much of a decorator, so you are more than welcome to change anything you want. I figured you would want a place to escape to,” I tell her.
She turns, smiling at me. “I love it.”
We’ve ended up in the kitchen, the sunlight reflecting in on her as if she has a halo.
“Really? I know it’s not perfect. I’ve been meaning to rip the carpet out and put tile down, but I’ve been busy, and…”
She cuts me off with a kiss.
“It’s perfect.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Okay,” she whispers back, kissing me once more.
I deepen the kiss, pushing her back until she hits the island. Then I lift her, setting her on it as I continue to devour her. She is panting, pulling me closer as her knees squeeze my hips.
“Jensen.” She pulls back and moans.
I take it as my cue to take this further. Kissing down her neck, I ignore her hoodie, dropping to my knees.
“I want to eat you on this island every single morning for the rest of our lives,” I tell her.
