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I started fucking her slow and deep, wanting her to feel me reaching as deep inside her as possible, and then I hauled her closer, angling her up my knees, so I could fill her faster, and harder.
Every moan and whimper she made gave me the perfect soundtrack to our make-up sex, and it was only when I’d pushed her over the edge, by strummingher clit, that I pulled out, and jerked off to finish all over her. I did my best to avoid the tattoo, even as I knew next time I wanted to cover that with me too. I wasn’t sure what my problem was, or why I felt like I had to keep claiming her as mine, but I couldn’t help it.
I took Camille’s hand, smearing it over her skin, spreading my cum around, and then I leaned over and guided it to her lips, watching as she sucked them clean.
“You’re a fucking goddess, Camille. I’m definitely never letting you go. That’s the caveman thing again, right?”
She giggled breathlessly, dragging me down on top of her, sharing my fucking cum with me, damn her.
“You can be a caveman with me anytime, Stitch. But only me.” I knew she was making a point about my sister, but I chose to ignore it, nuzzling her throat and kissing her gently, before I dragged her up from the bed.
“You got me all messy, babe. Now we have to shower together. For speed, obviously.”
“Don’t like being covered in your own cum, Stitch?”
I silenced her sass with my mouth, and shoved her into the shower as soon as we reached the bathroom.
Forty-Three
When we got backto the clubhouse, with my couple of bags of essentials, Stitch was called into a meeting with his brothers, so I went and settled myself in, and then I was bored. I went looking for Lissa, and instead I found Elise.
She was disappearing into the room they’d assigned for her, but I caught the sounds she was making, and I couldn’t leave her crying alone.
When I tapped on the door and she opened it, I knew she was hoping to see someone else standing there, maybe Has, and I hated to disappoint her.
“What happened, babe? Can I come in?”
She let me in and checked the hall, then when she closed the door, she locked it too.
“He’s so… he knows he’s hurting both of us, but he just won’t listen to me. He’s quite happy to boss me around in the interests of ‘keeping me safe’ though.”
I sat down on the spare chair in the room, as she curled up on the small sofa.
“I don’t want to be here, Camille.”
“Call me Cammy, babe. It’s only your stubborn-ass brother who refuses. Look, I understand how frustrating it must be, with him keeping his distance right now, but maybe he’s just worried about being distracted from finding the murderer. For some reason the club have decided it’s their job to find whoever did it, but my understanding is that only the few of them know, so we have to keep that a secret too.”
“So many secrets, Cammy. This whole club is built on secrets. Every relationshipis built on secrets. At some point, it’ll all come crashing down, and what’ll be left? A whole bunch of broken people, who should have just talked to each other.” Damn, she wasn’t wrong. We were all holding stuff back from others all the time, whether it was to protect them, or stop them from worrying about something, or whatever.
“I know. It won’t be forever, though, right? It’s not such a bad place to be either, right? Not now there are a few other women here. We can help each other cope with being stuck here under house arrest. We’ll have a laugh. In fact, I feel like we need to get drunk together tonight.”
Elise nodded. “Definitely. Everything’s easier then.”
Someone tapped on the door, and I stood up.
“I should go and see if Stitch is back yet. You want me to check who’s there?”
Elise nodded, looking uninterested and forlorn, and I really felt for her. Being her age and in love wasn’t easy, even without the additional challenges they faced.
When I pulled the door open, I found myself face to face with Has-Been. He looked shocked, then worried, and backed up, but I shook my head.
“I never saw you; I know nothing.”
I left the door open, and walked away, leaving it up to Elise if she let him in. Stitch came up the stairs a moment later, and must have missed Has disappearing into his sister’s room by a split second. I watched him glance at her door, and realised that he had every intention of stopping in to check on her. Shit, that wouldn’t go well, now would it?
“I just left Elise, and she was thinking of taking a nap.” I hated lying to him, but he had enough on his plate already, and worrying about his sister’s potential relationship was something I could protect him from for now.
“How was the meeting?”
