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He studied me for a moment and I was glad I wasn’t being interrogated. He was intimidating.
“I got her,” Cam said, kissing the top of my head.
“You good?” Colt asked.
“Yeah. I was scared, but I’m good,” I replied.
Colt tipped his hat and went back to his SUV.
Shep went to my car, climbed in and tried to start it. Nothing, just like the last time I attempted it.
As he unfolded his big body from the seat, he said to Cam, “If you drop me at the shop, I’ll get the tow truck and get it back to see what’s going on.”
“What happened to Marv?” Cam asked.
“You don’t want to know,” Shep muttered. “The worst hire ever. I doubt I’m gonna hire anyone ever again after him.”
I didn’t know who Marv was, but I assumed a guy who’d worked at Shep’s shop but did a really bad job. Got fired, too.
“That sucks,” Cam said, then switched back to what just happened. He glanced down at me. “You mentioned you had trouble starting it for a while now. I don’t think it’s a coincidence Rod was behind you right when your car died.”
I blinked, trying to keep up. Were they thinking the reason my car had been having trouble was because of Rod? That he’d been messing with my car for weeks?
“I’ll look into it and let Colt know if something’s up,” Shep said.
Cam nodded. “Come on, red. Let’s get what Colt needs.” He turned me to face him, cupped my face and made me meet his blue eyes. “Whatever happens, know that you’re mine and I protect what’s mine.”
I knew that. He’d just proved it by actionsandwords.
All I could do was nod and be thankful I wasn’t alone any longer.
19
CAM
It seemedthere was a pattern of not being able to get further than inside my front door before I was on Taylor. It’d closed behind us and I immediately stripped off her clothes, then searched her body.
“I have to make sure you’re okay,” I breathed, my mouth following my hands checking every curve, every dip. Fuck, I’d never been so scared. Hearing Severs yell at her, knowing he had a fuckingtire iron.I didn’t know how long it was going to take before I got that out of my head.
“Cam, I need you,” she breathed, her handstangling in my hair when I dropped to my knees. “Now.”
I lifted my head to meet her needy gaze. She put her hand on my shoulder and pushed me back. Right when I settled on my butt on the hard wood, she pushed her panties down, which was the only piece of clothing I hadn’t gotten off her, then climbed onto my lap.
She seemed to be as frantic as me for the needed connection because she fumbled with my belt and I helped her get my jeans open. I lifted my hips to push them and my boxers down enough for my dick to spring free.
She grabbed it, stroked it from root to tip with a tight grip, then reached out and set one hand on the wall behind my head for balance. Then,fuck,she lowered herself right onto me.
Took every inch.
“Fuck!” I growled, my hands gripping her hips.
She gasped, holding herself still sitting on my thighs. Her inner walls rippled and clenched around me. Even after all the times we’d had sex, her pussy was still virgin tight. So fucking wet.
“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes falling closed. As if this was what she needed as much as me. The connection.Knowing she was safe and whole and that we were together. That there wasno placeelse either of us wanted to be.
I slid my hands to her waist, but then wanted to play with her tits, so I cupped them, plucked at the nipples.
She lifted. Lowered. Circled. Found a rhythm that was going to get herself off using me. Just like the first time, but now she knew what she liked. Didn’t hold back from going after it.
