Page 26 of Fang (Lotus MC: San Antonio #2)

M y life feels surreal.

If you had asked me six months ago if I would actually feel happy, I would have told you that you were insane. Happiness was something so far outside my grasp that I never even bothered hoping for it.

I only wanted to not struggle.

Now, I find myself smiling more than not. I am in what I think is a loving relationship that actually has a future.

Life is good, and it scares me to death.

The rain is all but gone, but I know it won’t stay away. It never does, and with my luck, it’s going to be a hurricane when it comes back around.

Still, I want to enjoy the sunshine while I can.

It’s why I decided I’m not going to keep letting Jensen make the first move. I’m going to show him that I’m in this too.

As I exit the stage, Happy tilts his head at me as he offers me my robe.

“Why are you so happy?” he asks.

“No real reason. Do you by chance know where Fang is? I want to surprise him,” I tell him as he walks me back to the dressing room.

“He had a run tonight, but he will eventually end up at the clubhouse. You could go there and wait for him.”

“It won’t be a problem?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “You wore his mark, girl. You are always allowed at the clubhouse. Head on over. I’ll let the prospects know to expect you.”

I hug him suddenly, pulling away quickly. “Thanks, Happy.”

He rolls his eyes as I step into the dressing room. He turns his back, giving me privacy at least from him.

“One brother isn’t enough, huh?” Venus says under her breath.

I snort. “Careful, Venus. You’re turning a little green there.”

She ignores me as she leaves the room. I quickly shower, then change into comfy clothes. Then I step out to find Happy still waiting.

“I’ll walk you to your car.”

“Do you think this is a good idea?” I ask him as I fall into step beside him.

“I do. He will like this surprise,” Happy reassures me.

Opening my door, he leans down. “Straight to the clubhouse. No stopping.”

“Why?” I ask.

“It’s dangerous this time of night. Promise me.”

I nod. “Promise.”

I do as he asks, driving straight to the clubhouse. Like he said, the guy at the gate only looks at me briefly before letting me in. When I step into the clubhouse, it’s quiet. There’s no one around.

I didn’t see Jensen’s bike, so I don’t think he is back yet. I wonder if I should leave when I hear footsteps. I’m hoping for someone who can help me figure out what to do, but I’m disappointed.

Biggy turns the corner, stopping when he sees me. Then he gets a slimy smirk on his face.

“Killa Kam. What a pleasant surprise. What are you doing here? Come to your senses finally?” he asks, stepping closer to me.

I take a step back toward the bar, not liking being alone with this guy.

“I’m here for Fang,” I tell him.

“He’s not here, sweetheart. I could keep you company, though. What do you say?” His eyes roam my body.

I’m covered up with jeans and a hoodie, but my skin still crawls. I know he has seen me in less. He’s the only brother who still watches me when I perform on stage. I hate that he knows what I look like under my clothes.

The shame fills me at my profession for the first time in a long time.

“No, thank you.” I try to remain polite, knowing that combative women in situations like this can have the opposite effect than desired.

“Oh, come on.” He steps closer yet again, “You can’t really be into Fang.

I mean, what a stupid road name, right? He’s a little pussy boy.

Always has been. I’ve known him since he was a teen, you know.

I remember when he prospected. I didn’t think he’d make it.

He shouldn’t have. You want a failure of a man like that? ”

“I do,” I tell him. “I’m Fang’s,” I declare.

“Come on, baby. You don’t mean that. You think you want him because you haven’t had a real man.”

The sound of bottles clinking comes from behind me. Viv comes into view as she sets the case of beer on the bar.

“Is there a problem here?” she asks.

“Nope,” Biggy says.

“Cami?” she asks me.

“He won’t leave me alone,” I admit, hating that I feel so small.

“Biggy, get the fuck out of here.”

“Mind your business. You’re lucky Savage put some weird protection on you. You fucking our pres on the side? I could give you the D too. Dick both of you down and really show you what you are missing.”

Viv’s face turns red. “If you have any sense, you will leave this clubhouse now. I won’t fucking tell you again.”

“What is all the commotion?” Bailey’s voice joins from the other side of the room.

“Great, another pussy that’s off-limits,” I hear Biggy mutter.

“Biggy is showing his true colors. He’s not respecting the code and making disrespectful comments to Cami and now to me,” Viv tells her.

“You truly have the sense God gave a fucking turkey. Let me give you a tip. If you want to be voted into a club, maybe don’t go around fucking with the old ladies of the club.”

“Whatever. They let pussy run things around here. It’s disgraceful.”

He stalks off, leaving us alone.

Bailey comes over to me, giving me a hug. “You okay?”

“I’m fine. I don’t like that man at all.”

“No one does,” Viv snorts.

“The guys have rules they need to follow. If he wasn’t a patched-in member, he’d already be gone, but he hasn’t done anything to break the rules yet. Toe the line, yes, but outright break them? Well, he’s getting closer.” Bailey sighs.

“Maybe I should go,” I tell them.

“Absolutely not. You are a welcome guest here,” Bailey tells me, leading me to the bar.

“Although, if you are here for Fang, they haven’t made it back yet,” Viv adds.

“It’s going to be a late one. You can hang out with us, though. If it gets too late, I have a key to his room,” Bailey tells me.

“You think that would be okay?” I ask, unsure.

“Of course. I’m surprised he hasn’t given you a key yourself. I only have one because Savage runs the place,” Bailey says.

“I don’t want to overstep.”

Bailey smiles. “You haven’t had your ceremony yet, but you’re an old lady now. It’s practically official. You belong here as much as any of the brothers.”

“Really? I didn’t realize.”

“What did you think it meant when you wore his jacket on stage? That was badass, by the way. I heard all about it from Happy.” Viv laughs.

“Me too.”

I frown. “Happy is a gossip.”

“Must be all them girls he’s been stuck hanging around,” Bailey teases.

I laugh. “Good point. I guess I knew it was making a statement, but I didn’t realize it was that. So I’m his old lady now?”

Bailey nods, “It will be official when we have your party.”

I smile, looking down. I really like the sound of that.

“So should we celebrate? Viv, break out the good stuff.”

The rest of the evening I spend with two women who are quickly becoming my first and only friends.

It’s one of the best nights of my life.

Tonight was a tough one.

We don’t normally run into issues when running, but one of the Medina Cartel rivals got word about tonight’s run. It was hairy there for a minute, but we made it out and to the drop-off in one piece.

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?”

“It means you are mine forever. I am yours for longer,” I tell her, shifting so I’m half on top of her. “It means you will never be alone again.”

She smiles up at me. “I like that.”

“Me too. Can I taste you now?” I lean in and kiss her cheek.

“No. I think I want to try something new,” she says.

“Like what?”

“Like sex?” She poses it as a question.

“That can’t be a question, Cami. You have to be sure.”

“I am. I’m your old lady. I want to be your old lady. I want everything that comes with that.”

“You don’t need to do it right now, though. Do you want to think it over for a few days?” I give her the out.

She shakes her head. “No. I want it tonight. Right now.”

I nod. “Okay. Let’s get you naked.”

She leans up, letting me take her shirt off. She’s not wearing a bra. She lies back on the bed, the sleepy look still on her face. I take her pants and panties off in one go, throwing them on the floor.

“I know you want to get to the good stuff, but it will hurt. You know that, right?” I ask her.

“I’ve heard it can be uncomfortable at first. I can handle it.”

“I’ll get you nice and wet first. Don’t worry, little dancer. I will make sure you enjoy it.”

“I trust you.”

I love those words from her lips.

Leaning down, I don’t waste time. I lick her pussy from front to back, using all the tricks to get her close to an orgasm.

Then I slowly insert one finger inside of her.

It’s a tight fit, but she doesn’t seem to mind it.

I let her adjust as I thrust in and out.

Slowly, I add a second and then a third finger until she is hissing.

“My dick is much bigger. You sure?”I ask her once more.

“I’m sure, Jensen. I want to feel you inside of me.”

I take my boxers off before sliding a condom on. Then I position myself at her entrance.

Slowly pushing in, she winces. I pause, waiting for her face to relax.

“You can take it. You were made for this. For me,” I remind her as I push in further.

It’s slow going. I have no idea how I hold myself together. The way she is squeezing my cock should be illegal. I can feel my own orgasm right at the edge waiting for me.

I refuse to ruin this for her, though. She will come on my cock before I even consider letting myself take pleasure from her body.

I feel her barrier. I stop, looking down at her panting.

“This is going to hurt.”

Then I punch my hips forward until I’m buried inside of her. She screams out in pain as she breathes heavily. I know it hurts. I know she probably hates me at the moment, but I will change her mind.

She sucks in a breath. Then another. Finally, she opens her eyes and looks at me.

“You can move now.”

I go to pull out, but she squeezes my hips with her legs. “No. I meant, make it feel good.”

I kiss one cheek, then another. Then I press my lips to hers as I slowly start to thrust. I angle her hips up as I pick up my pace. Her nails dig into my skin as she begins to moan.

Reaching between us, I rub her clit in a circle. Her tone changes to the one I know that means she is getting close.

I keep my pace steady, working her clit until she clenches me really fucking hard. Then her pussy spasms around my cock, pulling my own orgasm from me.

“Oh, fuck,” I mutter.

I held it off the best I could, but she tears it from me with the way her pussy is pulling on my cock. It’s like it simultaneously wants my cock gone yet deeper.

When she finally stops strangling my cock, I look down at her. She smiles up at me, even sleepier than before.

“That was amazing,” she murmurs.

I kiss her lips. “I love you, little dancer.”

“I love you too, Jensen.”

Slowly sliding out, I toss the condom in the trash as I grab one of my clean T-shirts and wet it with the glass of water on the nightstand. I clean up the blood between her legs before I crawl into bed next to her, pulling her into the safety of my arms.

I don’t know what I did to deserve Cami, but Lord knows I will never take her for granted.

After all, she’s my old lady.