Page 87 of Stitch
“The fuck? You want him?” Suddenly I was back to feeling territorial, almost wanting to mark her with another load, just to make sure he knew she was mine and only mine.
Camille giggled as she slid out of reach and off the bed.
“I’m told the options are him or Rocket. I don’t really know either of them, but I’ve spoken to Has more than Rocket. I’d feel more comfortable with him.”
“You saying you want his hands on you?” I followed her to the bathroom, practically fucking stalking her. I stepped in after her and pushed the door closed.
“Do I need to remind you you’re mine, babe?”
Camille grinned wickedly, suddenly lunging at me, until we both crashed back against the door, her body tight against mine.
“You’re also mine, Stitch. Don’t forget that part, because I’ll fuck up any bitches who get too close to you. Now, I can’t cum all over you, like you did to me, but it’s there. I’m there. I’m all over you, and I’m in your heart and your head. So stop talking like you have to remind me of a damn thing, because all I see is you. All I want is you. Even if you are being a complete meathead right now.”
I took my old lady in my arms, and turned us, pressing her against the door with a solid thud. I was gonna have to fuck her again already.
“You fuckers gonna hurry up? We’re all waiting for you downstairs!”Reacher thumped the bathroom door a few times for good measure. Well, shit. Just like that, we were out of fucking time, weren’t we?
“Fuck! I’m still covered in your cum, idiot.”
“Ugh… I shoulda walked away. Why the hell didn’t I just walk away?”We laughed breathlessly as we heard Reacher stomping away, and then we had the world’s fastest shower fuck, and hurried to get dressed and down to the bar to join the others.
The bar was packed, and as I cast my eye over the crowd of my family, I noticed that Reacher couldn’t keep his hands off Ally, who looked tearful and excited all at once. I also caught the eye of several of my brothers, who all looked happy for both of us.
Micro was not one of them, in fact, he looked fed up, or frustrated, or some shit. We’d have to deal with him at some point, but now wasn’t about him.
I also noticed who was absent.Jock. He was nowhere to be seen. His usual seat at the bar was empty, and it didn’t feel right that he wasn’t here with us. Another sweep of the room told me who else was missing. My sister. Elise wasn’t here. Why the fuck wasn’t she here?
“What is it?” Camille tugged on my arm, and I tried to fight my frustration and sorrow,yeah, fucking sorrow because I needed my sister here to celebrate with me.
“Elise isn’t here.”
Camille smiled widely and turned me around, and there she was. I heard a few groans and comments from my brothers, and turned to fix them all with the fiercest glare I could. She looked gorgeous.
She was wearing studded leather jeans, and a vest top which showed more skin than I’d like, but she looked just like a fucking grown up, and why hadn’t I seen that in her before? Why did I always just see my sweet fragile baby sister when I looked at her? Was Camille right? Was I too strict, trying to keep every fucking asshole man away from her?
I crossed the room and dragged her into a hug.
“Thank you, sweets. I was so worried you weren’t coming.”
“Of course I’m here for this. She’s not the only one getting to keep you, Seth. You’ll always be my big brother, even if you are kind of an ass sometimes.” I laughed, as I held her at arm’s length.
“So, tell me something… how many of my brothers am I gonna have to kill tonight, Elise? Anyone looks at you wrong, and they’re gonna be in a world of pain.”
She made an angry sound, and shoved me with one hand.
“See what I mean?”
Cammy
Iwas so gladshe’d come to celebrate with us, because she and Stitch were close, and he’d lit up since she walked in. And he wasn’t the only one, was he?
I was glad his eyes were on her, and he didn’t see the effect Elise’s arrival had on Has-Been. The guy looked like he’d been gut-punched, and I was willing to bet that he was the reason she’d stuck around while we were away.
He caught me staring, and shook his head almost imperceptibly, but I definitely got thepoint. Don’t say a word. Don’t get him killed by his VP. I wanted to talk to him about her, to ask if he had feelings for her. If he did, and she did, I sure as hell wasn’t going to let Stitch get in their way.
Reacher cleared his throat, and it was like that quiet signal was enough to catch everyone’s attention, even though I barely heard him.
“Brothers, family... thank you for being here today. As you know, we have a lot to celebrate today. Our brother, our VP, has had the all-clear from the doctors, and isn’t leaving us any fucking time soon, which is a hell of a relief, because keeping you bastards in line is a two-man job.”
