Page 65 of Fang
That sends Bailey into a laughing fit.
“The party is shut down. I’m taking you to our room and showing you why my socks shouldn’t matter. See you two later.”Savage bends, picking Bailey up over his shoulder as he turns to leave.
“Bye, Cami. Get my number from Fang. Let’s hang. I like you,” Bailey calls out as she is carried away.
After she’s gone, I walk over to Cami, holding my hand out for her. She takes it, standing to step into my arms.
“Are you okay?” I whisper.
“I am.”
“Good.” I kiss her forehead. “I’ll walk you to your car and follow you home.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t want to go home yet. Could we maybe go for a ride?”
She looks up at me with such an openness on her face. I always want to see her like this. I don’t want to ever see those walls again.
“Of course. Let me grab a jacket.”
I grab her hand, leading her down the hall into my room. I grab my leather jacket, helping her put it on. Then I wrap my arm around her and head out to my bike.
“You look good in my jacket,” I tell her.
She wraps it around her, taking a sniff of it. Then she smiles. “I like it.”
It’s a huge step giving her my jacket, but there’s no one around to see it. It’s like a soft opening of a restaurant. I’m trying it out to see how I feel about it. If I had any doubts, they are long gone.
I’m a sucker for this girl.
We go through our routine of getting ready to get on the bike. When she slides on behind me, I close my eyes and savor the feeling of her against me.Then I turn the bike on and head out of the compound, nodding at the prospect at the gate.
I take a leisurely route around the city, letting her enjoy the view as I focus on the road.
“Can we pull over?” I hear her in my ear, the first words she’s said since we started.
“Sure. Let me find somewhere less busy.”
“Okay.”
I wind away from the city until I come to a little dirt path. I wind through the trees until we stop in a little field. I help her off before sliding back and picking her up to straddle my hips. I take off each of our helmets, letting them drop to the ground.
“Is everything okay?” I ask her.
She nods. “I wanted to thank you. I know I’m not easy to deal with sometimes. My reactions to things are a hindrance, but you never act like it’s a bother. Thank you for that.”
I cup her cheek. “You are not a bother. You have pieces of your past that cause you pain. That’s not a hindrance. Anyone who tells you differently is an asshole. You have things to work through. I hope one day we can get you to the point that you don’t have those reactions anymore. I want you to be able to enjoy your life. We will get there.”
“We?” she whispers.
“I mean, I am hoping there is a we.”
She smiles, leaning forward to kiss me. I let her lead the kiss, pecking my lips once, then twice.
The third time, she reluctantly presses her tongue out. I open my mouth, accepting it willingly. My tongue moves against hers as I take control of the kiss, my hands sliding up her sides as I do. I lean her back on the bike until she is lying between my handlebars over the fuel tank.
When I pull back to look down at her, I take a mental picture. She looks beautiful splayed out on my bike like this.
“Jensen,” Cami says, making me shiver.
