Page 30 of Fang (Lotus MC: San Antonio #2)

F ang’s words keep ringing in my head. He doesn’t want me dancing anymore. I’m not sure I can give it up, though. I never wanted to be a stripper. Dancing isn’t my passion or anything, but the financial security is comforting.

Still, I think I’m ready to give it a shot.

There’s a little mom-and-pop restaurant near campus. I wonder if they are hiring for any positions.

Stepping inside, I already like the vibe of the place. It feels homey. It reminds me of the feeling I get at the clubhouse. Like it’s family.

“Hello, dear. Can I help you?” a little old man asks from a table.

“I was looking for a manager?” I pose it as a question.

He waves to the seat across from him. “No managers here, but I own the place. How can I help you?”

“I was wondering if you had any positions available.”

He frowns. “We don’t get too busy during the week.”

“I’ll do anything. Even wash dishes,” I tell him.

I fight the urge to shift under his gaze as he studies me for a minute.

He smiles up at me. “You remind me of my Ruthanne.”

“I hope that is a good thing.”

“Oh, the very best. Been married to that woman for sixty-two years. I could use you as a dishwasher Monday through Thursday and to handle the dinner rush Friday and Saturday. We are closed Sundays. I can’t pay much. Maybe a few dollars over minimum wage, but you could keep any tips you earn.”

“I’m in. When do you want me to start?” I tell him eagerly.

“Well, let me go get you some new hire paperwork. Bring it in tomorrow, and we will get you on the schedule. Ruthanne will be happy to have a break from the dishes. All the water hurts her hands.”

“I’m happy to help.”

He disappears into the back before coming out with a packet of paperwork.

“You can take this home with you and bring it back tomorrow.”

“Thank you. You won’t regret it,” I promise.

“I know I won’t. I see the same light inside of you that I see in her.”

He gives me a hug before ushering me out the door.

I smile as I wave goodbye to him.

Me: I have good news for you.

Jensen: I’ll come get you. Where are you?

Me: Walking back to the dorm .

Jensen: Be there soon.

My head is in the clouds as I walk back to campus. So much so that I don’t see him right away.

“Killa Kam.”

His voice saying those words is the very last thing I ever wanted to hear.

Turning, I find Zak and three of his friends leaning on his car in the campus parking lot. They push off of it and walk my way.

“Fuck off, Zak.”

He tsks his tongue. “I always knew you were hiding something good under all of those clothes. Imagine my surprise when I meet a buddy at a strip club for his birthday, and who do I see? Little Miss Virgin Cami taking her clothes off for everyone to see. Come on, Killa Kam. Give me another show.”

Yeah, dancing is done for me. I don’t think I can handle another person in my life finding out this day. I feel ill.

“You’ve met my boyfriend. Remember? The road captain of the Lotus MC. You really want to ask his old lady to strip for you?” I ask.

“He’s not here. Besides, he lets you do it on stage. I’ll even pay triple.”

“You should leave before you embarrass yourself. Fang will be here at any moment,” I tell him, eyeing his friends.

They look wary.

“Yeah, right. You wish he was here to save your sorry ass. Maybe I’ll take a free sample of the goods to make sure you are worth the money.” He steps forward but pauses when the roar of a motorcycle can be heard.

His friends wisely turn and hastily make their way anywhere else but here.

I don’t even bother to look at the road behind me. I wait as the sound gets close before it turns off right behind me.

Fang comes to me immediately, turning my face to kiss me deeply. I kiss him back, melting against him.

“So you need your boyfriend to fight your battle, huh?” Zak says, breaking our kiss.

“No, but I’m loving watching you dig your hole,” I tell him.

“What are you looking at, asshole?” Fang asks, his hands still on me.

“Killa Kam. I got to see her show the other night. Well, until you fucked up my face. Figured she’d give me an encore as a form of an apology.”

Fang stiffens, turning as he pushes me behind him.

“You will show her respect. She is not something for you to play with. She prefers real men. Run along now, child.” Fang gives the guy an out.

Zak is an idiot, though. He keeps on talking.

“Bro, she has to have the loosest pussy known to man. Hey, at least she learned to clean it. Back in school, whew, you didn’t want to be within six feet of Stinky Cami.”

Zak doesn’t even see it coming. Fang’s fist is so fast as it flies through the air, a crunching noise ringing out.

I wince at the violence, but surprisingly, it doesn’t send me into a panic. I don’t know if it’s because I know Fang would never raise his fist to me or if it’s because it’s in my defense. Either way, I’m glad to see Zak get what he deserves.

Then again, I almost feel like this situation is my fault.

I’ve threatened to turn him in to the school, I’ve threatened to call the cops, and yet I haven’t.

Somewhere deep down I hoped that he would just back off and leave me the hell alone, but apparently I was wrong.

Hopefully now though, he gets the message.

“Fuck, you broke my nose. Again!” Zak cries out as he clutches his face.

“Be glad it’s the only thing I broke. Cami is mine. You won’t ever speak her name again. If you see her, walk the other fucking way. Trust me, you don’t want to know what the Lotus do to people who threaten their family.”

Zak glares at me. “This isn’t over.”

I shrug. “For your sake, I hope it is.”

As he walks away, Fang turns to me. “I’m so sorry. I know you hate violence. It was a reaction. I hate him talking about you that way.”

“I’m okay. I know you wouldn’t hurt me. I know sometimes you will need to use violence. Don’t worry about it,” I tell him.

He leans in, kissing me. “Thank you for your grace. I promise I will do everything I can for you to never have to witness that again.”

“I know.”

“So what’s your good news anyway?”

I smile up at him, “I got a new job so I don’t have to strip anymore.”

He smiles so big, “We need to celebrate. Anywhere you want to go.”

“I don’t care as long as I’m with you.”

I really hated punching that asshole out in front of her, but he doesn’t know when to walk away. That’s not going to be the last problem he causes. I could tell by the way he glared at Cami.

Hearing Cami got a job at a restaurant was the best news ever.

I have been wanting her to stop dancing for a while, so I’m glad she decided to seek other employment.

Not that she needs it. She’s practically married to me now, which means what’s mine is hers.

I have a healthy little nest egg built up to take care of us both.

I almost told her about it over our celebratory dinner, but I know she is too proud to accept my money right now. I have to ease her into it.

I really need to talk her into getting therapy for her trauma. I wonder if Viv’s therapist has any openings. I’ll have to ask, but I can’t force Cami into it. She has to want to.

Baby steps.

Even if she loves me and agreed to be my old lady, she is still frightened. I’m afraid if I move too fast she will make a run for it. That would shatter me.

So instead, I’ll take it slow with her like I have been doing.

Instead of heading back to the clubhouse, I drive outside the city limits to a little place I purchased when I first moved down here. The club can always use more safe houses, or that’s what I told myself when I purchased it.

The truth is, I wanted a little slice of heaven away from all the club bullshit. Now, I’m glad I have it.

“What is this place?” Cami asks as soon as she dismounts the bike.

“My home away from home,” I admit.

“This is yours?” Her eyes are wide as she takes in the ranch-style home on fifty acres.

“It’s ours now,” I tell her, wrapping my arm around her. “Go check it out.”

I lead her up to the wrap-around front porch and unlock the door. After putting my security code in, I step aside.

I follow her from room to room as she takes everything in.

“When the clubhouse gets to be too much, I come here. I’m not much of a decorator, so you are more than welcome to change anything you want. I figured you would want a place to escape to,” I tell her.

She turns, smiling at me. “I love it.”

We’ve ended up in the kitchen, the sunlight reflecting in on her as if she has a halo.

“Really? I know it’s not perfect. I’ve been meaning to rip the carpet out and put tile down, but I’ve been busy, and…”

She cuts me off with a kiss.

“It’s perfect.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

“Okay,” she whispers back, kissing me once more.

I deepen the kiss, pushing her back until she hits the island. Then I lift her, setting her on it as I continue to devour her. She is panting, pulling me closer as her knees squeeze my hips.

“Jensen.” She pulls back and moans.

I take it as my cue to take this further. Kissing down her neck, I ignore her hoodie, dropping to my knees.

“I want to eat you on this island every single morning for the rest of our lives,” I tell her.

Her eyes grow hazy. “What are you waiting for?”

Peeling off her pants and panties, I get her bottom half naked. She removes her hoodie, shirt, and bra, leaving her completely naked in front of me. Oh, what a sight she is to see.

Leaning forward, I suck a nipple into my mouth as I use my hand to spread her lips, fingers sliding through her wetness. I slide two fingers inside of her and start pumping as I switch to the other nipple, sucking and nibbling.

Then I kiss my way down her body until I’m once again kneeling between her legs. I don’t hesitate. I hike her legs over my shoulder, spreading her to me. I put those same two fingers back inside of her as my tongue goes to work on her clit.

Within minutes, she is screaming, her body falling back onto the counter.

I undress, stroking my cock. Then I pull her off of the counter and turn her around.

“Hold tight, little dancer.”

I slide inside of her in one go. She moans, her fingers attempting to curl into the counter. I set a punishing pace for her, needing her to come once again before I will even consider it. I fuck her with abandon, knowing she will have bruises tomorrow. Some sick little part of me likes that.

When she finally comes a second time, I keep thrusting until I empty myself inside of her. It feels like heaven.

As I pull out, I realize that we didn’t use a condom. I mentally curse myself, not that I care if we have a kid, but because I was reckless with her. She deserves better.

Turning her over, I put her back on the counter.

“Hey, Cami? I, um, forgot to use a condom. I’m clean, I promise,” I tell her.

She smiles up at me dazily, “I noticed. It’s okay. I get birth control from the free clinic on campus. We are safe.”

Leaning down, I kiss her. “Thank God you aren’t mad. I was worried.”

“About me being mad? What about having a baby? That should have worried you.”

I shake my head. “Nah. I think I’d like a little Cami one day.”

She looks up at me all vulnerable. “I think I’d like that too. Or a little Jensen.”

I chuckle. “Boy or girl doesn’t matter. As long as they are part of you, I’ll love them.”

“Part of you too. It doesn’t happen without you.”

My heart fills with joy at her words. How this woman went from being a stranger to being my whole world, I will never understand, but I don’t think I want to.

I love her, and that is all that matters.