Page 35 of Fang (Lotus MC: San Antonio #2)

One Week Later

“Come on, we are going to be late.” Fang kisses me as he pulls me from our room.

“I think they will start the movie without us so we could stay here.” I try to tempt him.

“Nope. They will wait for us. Let’s go.” He pulls me down the hall.

It’s been a week since everything went down. My physical bruises have faded, and it hurts less when I breathe, but I’m still having nightmares about the whole situation, so I’ve been staying with Fang and avoiding my dorm room. My suspension is up, but I haven’t gone back to class either.

I don’t want to deal with Zak. I’m not sure how I will react to his bullying. Part of me still wants to go to the press, tell my side of the story, but right now I don’t have the energy to fight.

As we reach the entertainment room, they have the news playing on the big screen. Loyal, Tiny, and Happy are sitting to one side while Crank, Dex, Viv, Savage, and Bailey sit on the other side.

Fang leads me to a two-seat love seat in the middle of the two groups. He pulls a blanket down from the back, covering me. I cuddle into his side, ready to spend two hours close to him.

“In breaking news, the dean of San Antonio University has been fired after it was brought to the board of directors’ attention that she was sleeping with a student. Trisha has more on this.”

My eyes are now glued to the screen as it pans to a reporter outside of my college.

“Thank you, David. An anonymous report was made to the board of directors that a student had been allegedly sexually harassing another student. When the student attempted to take action, that female student was instead threatened with expulsion and then suspended for many days, while the male student was let off scot-free without even an investigation. The male student has been identified as Zak Brohan, nineteen. He has been a student at the college for only one semester, but the relationship with Dean Carter had started when he was in high school. An inside source reports that they met at an alumni event where his father, Jeremiah Brohan, was the main speaker. Both parties have declined to comment, but Dean Carter was escorted from the building in cuffs earlier today.”

The television cuts to the same woman who suspended me being arrested. The reporter continues to speak, but I can’t hear anything.

“How?” I mutter.

Bailey speaks up. “I couldn’t bear the thought of him getting away with it, so I called Nicole and told her what happened to you.

I explained that you had an emergency that prevented you from attending, but your story was important.

We didn’t have proof, so I told her that I had my men working on getting it.

It took a few days, but Tiny was able to uncover the whole thing.

The board of directors will be in touch with you to issue an apology and excuse your absences.

They will wipe the suspension from your record too, and I talked them into giving you the next three years of paid tuition and books. ”

My mouth falls open. “What? How?”

“She can be a little hellcat when she wants to be,” Savage says, nuzzling her neck.

“I didn’t do it by myself. It was a group effort. You’re one of us now, Cami. It means if someone comes for you, they come for us all.”

My heart feels so full with love and adoration for these people. They didn’t have to get involved, but they did. They solved my issue knowing I was not in a place to. It feels good to know I have people.

It feels right.

“Thank you. All of you. Seriously, this is more than I could have ever asked for.”

“You never have to ask for anything again. We will always have your back,” Viv adds.

“You never had a family, but you now have more brothers than you could have ever hoped for and at least two sisters. You thought you wanted a family, but trust me, after a few weeks with them, you might change your mind,” Fang teases. “They can be annoying.”

“Fuck off,” Happy calls out. “Cami loves me. We bonded.”

I smile at him. “My first brother.”

His face softens. “First of many. You think you can handle it?”

I look around the room. It’s not even just the people in this room. There are other brothers who are at work right now or tending to their own families. They have my back too. Then there are the other chapters that would answer the call if I needed them.

Fang explained it all to me last night after my first nightmare. It helped settle my mind and soul.

Am I ready for this family?

“Absolutely,” I answer Happy. “I am blessed to have you all.”

“I’m glad you feel that way,” Fang whispers against the side of my neck.

“Well, since we are all here, let’s watch a movie,” Savage calls out.

We spend the rest of the night laughing and chatting among one another as movie after movie plays. Some of the people wander off while others join.

It reminds me of when Fang told me about the nights they would spend out by the fire. Everything feels laid-back. Everyone is getting along.

Even with the alcohol flowing, no one seems like they are going to get angry and throw a punch.

This is how it’s supposed to be.

Maybe Fang was right. Maybe I had to face all of my hard days early on so I could spend the rest of my life in peace.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks me.

I turn to face him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I was thinking I’m sure glad I decided to strip. If I hadn’t walked into your club, we would have never met.”

He shakes his head. “We are inevitable, little dancer. Even if you hadn’t walked in that club, I know without a doubt that the universe would have put you in my path. We were meant to be.”

“I love you,” I whisper.

He presses a kiss to the side of my temple. “I love you.”

“You know, you don’t have to work anymore and that schooling is paid for,” I tell Cami as we walk back to our room after several movies with the crew.

“I like my job at the restaurant. They really need help too,” she tells me.

The little old couple have been running the place their entire lives. I wouldn’t be surprised if they retire soon. If she wants to work for them until that time, I’m fine with that. Besides, they adore her and didn’t bat an eye that she needed a couple of days off after everything went down.

“No more dancing though,” I growl into her ear.

She giggles. “I don’t know. I liked dancing…for you.”

I pull her into our room. “Oh yeah. Why don’t you show me?” I tell her, stepping back from her as I lock the door behind me.

She smiles. “Maybe this once I’ll consider doing extras.”

I take my cut off, placing it on the chair neatly. Then I pull my T-shirt off along with my pants. I don’t stop until I’m naked. I palm my hard cock as I sit on the edge of the bed.

“I’m waiting.”

She grabs her phone, syncing it to my Bluetooth speaker. After a moment, “That’s What I Like” by Bruno Mars flows through the speaker.

She starts by swaying her hips running her hands on her body. Then she pops her hip and bends at the waist, flipping her hair back. She drops down, popping her body left then right before standing back up as she takes her cut and slides it off her arms.

I start to stroke myself as I watch her. She’s so fucking sexy. She moves her body with the beat over to the dresser to drop the cut. Then she leans back on it, spreading her legs as she fans them out. Turning, she pushes her ass out at me as she presses off of the dresser.

Her shirt disappears next, falling somewhere on the floor as she keeps with the rhythm. She hops up, her tits jiggling.

Her pants are the next to go missing. Then she falls into a split, looking up at me from the ground as she licks her lips. She flips onto her stomach, her hands reaching back to undo her bra. By the time she stands back up, all that’s left is her panties.

The song is coming to an end as she throws moves I have seen her do a million times. It doesn’t matter, though. They still have my cock begging for a taste.

She climbs into my lap, pushing my hands away as she sways her hips on top of me. I let her, knowing she owns me.

Reaching down, she pulls her underwear to the side, sliding down on my cock as she swivels her hips to the music. She moans out as she does, her head falling back.

“So fucking sexy,” I tell her, lavishing her chest with kisses.

“You feel so much bigger this way,” she pants.

My hands find her hips as the song changes into another slow, sensual song. I take control this time, moving her over me.

“You have him so swollen, little dancer. He’s begging for release. Are you going to give it to him?” I ask.

“Yes. Fuck, I want you to fill me,” she mumbles, her body starting to shake.

“You have to feed him first. Give him that orgasm,” I tell her. “Come for me.”

I grind her onto me harder, loving the way it makes her squeak. She comes, her legs tightening against me as her movements become jerky.

Flipping her onto her back, I continue to thrust into her, fucking her through her orgasm.

“Fuck, Jensen. I’m coming again,” she calls out.

“Good. Give me more. I own all of your pleasure like you own mine,” I tell her.

She gasps before a guttural sound escapes her. Her pussy is squeezing me so hard, I’m having trouble thrusting back into her. I can feel the wetness coating me from her release.

I fucking love it.

It only takes another five strokes for me to return the favor, painting her insides with my own release.

As we lie there, sticky and sweaty, I look down into her face. She looks so happy.

“I always want this look on your face,” I tell her.

She giggles. “I don’t think fucking me every minute of the day is realistic.”

I shake my head. “That too, but I mean happiness.”

Her face softens. “You make me happy. As long as I have you.”

“You have me. Heart, mind, body, soul. Whatever you want from me, it’s yours. I love you, little dancer.”

“I love you, Jensen.”

“Marry me, then.”

“What?” Her eyes are wide now.

“I know this isn’t how you probably wanted your proposal. I should have gotten a ring and took you somewhere fancy or some shit, but I want you to be my wife. You are already my old lady, but I want it official to everyone inside or outside the club. Marry me.”

Her eyes shine. “Are you stupid? I don’t want some fancy proposal.

That’s not me at all. I never imagined what my proposal would be like, but if I did, this would be it.

A man who loves me more than anything telling me that I’m the only woman he wants for the rest of our lives.

So yes. I will marry you. Now. Tomorrow.

Fifty years from now. The answer is always yes for you. ”

My dick starts to swell inside of her.

“You know once you marry me, I’m going to work on putting some babies in this belly,” I tell her.

She smiles. “I think I want that too. I want a baby to love and dote on the way I wanted my mother to love me.”

“You’ll be the best mother,” I tell her, leaning down to kiss her.

“You’ll be the best father.”

I thrust my hips, making her moan. “Why don’t we start practicing right now then?”

“What are you waiting for?” she replies.

Yeah, fate picked a good one for me, and I’ll never let her go.