Page 89 of Fang
Now all I want to do is crawl into bed. I’d prefer if I had Cami with me, but I don’t want to wake her. It’s four in the morning. I love her too much to do that to her.
“Good riding out there, Cap. We are lucky we had you,” Savage tells me, patting my shoulder.
I nod, watching as he heads down the hall to Bailey.
It’s my job to plot out all the routes we take. I always have backups on backups rolling in my head. I never want to have to use them, but sometimes we need to. Like tonight.
We only got out of there because I was able to pivot when our scout noted the bikers ahead. By the time they realized we adjusted our route, it was too late. We were long gone.
Walking down the hall to my room, I rub my hand down my face. Opening the door, I stop in surprise.
I must be imagining things. There’s no way my woman is in my bed right now.
I blink. Then I rub my eyes and blink again.
Nope. She’s still there.
My heart fills with joy.
She’s here.
Stripping down to my boxers, I climb into bed beside her. She groans as she turns toward me.
“Hey,” I whisper.
“Hey,” she repeats, a small smile on her face.
“Whatcha doing here?” I ask, my arms pulling her closer.
“I wanted to surprise you. I missed you.” She leans forward, kissing me.
I kiss her back. “I missed you too.”
She snuggles into me, “What time is it?”
“Late. Or early. Depends on how you look at it.”
My dick is hard and ready for her. I am wired. I know she has to be tired, though.
“Cami, can I taste you? Please?”
She pulls back, looking me in the face. “No.”
I frown, my fingers sliding up her shirt to pinch her nipples. “Come on. I’ll make you feel good.”
She moans. “I need to know something.”
“What?” I kiss the side of her neck as I continue to roll her nipples between my fingers.
“Am I your old lady?” she asks, making me freeze.
“Absolutely,” I tell her, without hesitation.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks.
“I wasn’t sure you were ready for what that means.”
“What does it mean?”
