Page 11 of Her Grumpy Biker (Savage Kings MC #1)

DIEGO

I love everything about waking up with Camden in my arms. Love the way her hair spreads out over the pillow, the white-blonde strands sparkling in the early morning light.

Love her warm, soft, curvy body pressed against mine.

I love each and every steady breath she takes, knowing they give her life and sustain her.

I hope she knows I’ll do the same. I’ll be her everything.

Camden stirs slightly, her ass pressing up against my morning wood. I bite back a groan, but can’t stop my hand from sliding down her torso and cupping her bare pussy. This time, I can’t hold in my groan. She’s fucking drenched for me. My dirty little angel must be having some good dreams.

She sighs so sweetly and grinds into me as I massage her little bundle of nerves. Camden moans softly, though I don’t think she’s awake yet. My lips find the side of her neck, and I kiss her there, breathing her in.

I dip one finger into her entrance, and then two, slowly thrusting in and out, massaging her walls as I grind the heel of my palm into her clit. Camden gasps and tenses in my arms, and I know she’s awake.

“Diego…” she cries out, bucking her hips and taking more of me. She raises her arm over her head and tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me down and urging me to kiss her neck. I gladly do, licking and nipping at her sensitive skin. “So good…”

I growl at her sexy, needy little whimper and guide her top leg over mine. I wedge my aching cock in between her ass cheeks, seeking some relief but not entering her. “What were you dreaming about, Camden? You were so fucking wet for me, I couldn’t resist.”

“I-I… I dreamed...” she gasps as a wave of her arousal gushes over my fingers, still buried deep inside of her swollen channel. “Y-you were…”

I withdraw my hand and smack her clit, just hard enough to sting.

Her broken cry and pulsing pussy let me know she likes a little pain with her pleasure.

“Tell me,” I grunt, caging her clit in with a finger on either side.

I rub up and down, keeping her aching for me, but not touching her where she needs me most.

“Oh God, please… please fuck me,” she whines, her whole body shaking with desire.

I chuckle at hearing her swear word. My girl is as sweet as they come, but I’m teaching her to let go of her old life and embrace life with me. “Tell me what you were dreaming about. I know you want to be my filthy angel, so tell me. Tell me about your dream and I’ll make it come true.”

“You were… making love to me,” she says softly. It’s not what I was expecting, but I love that she’s opening up to me. “Slowly, at first. I felt… cherished.”

“You are, Camden,” I whisper into the shell of her ear before kissing the sensitive spot underneath it. I begin pumping my fingers in and out of her, slowly, just like she’s describing. “What else?”

“You picked up your speed, but still took your time, driving me insane,” she murmurs.

“Like this?” I ask, thrusting into her faster as I place open-mouthed kisses over her shoulder.

"Yes," Camden moans. "You went faster with each thrust like you couldn't control yourself."

“I can’t,” I grunt, adding a third finger and fucking her hard and fast. I curl my fingers up and tap her G-spot over and over. Camden tightens her hold on my hair, tugging at the strands to the point of pain. I fucking love it.

She’s so close, so goddamn close. Her cream drips out of her as she writhes in my arms. I hold her there, keeping her orgasm just beneath the surface. I feel it claw at her insides, making her whimper with each breath.

Right before it hits, I take my hand away, moving it to her ass and spreading her cheeks. Without warning, I line up to her entrance and push her over the edge with one long, powerful thrust. She falls headfirst into her climax, screaming my name and soaking my dick with her release.

I hold still inside of her, growling as I feel her orgasm ripple around my cock. Before she has a chance to recover, I begin hammering into her, setting a relentless pace. I grip her breast roughly, using it as leverage to fuck into her harder, hitting her so damn deep with each stroke.

“D-Diego… Diego, yes, yes, yes,” she chants over and over. I drop my hand from her breast and blur my fingers over her clit until her pussy clenches around me and soaks me with another orgasm.

I pull out and flip her on her back, wrenching her legs apart and slamming home. Her back bows off the bed, and her legs wrap around me, holding me close. She digs her heels into my ass and claws my back, leaving her mark on me.

“Jesus, fuck,” I snarl, before claiming her lips as my own.

I devour her, biting at her lips and spearing my tongue inside of her eager mouth, licking up every inch, and then sucking on her tongue. It’s a wild, messy kiss, one that matches the way I’m fucking her like a goddamn animal.

I slide one hand down her body and grip her ass cheek, changing the angle of her hips and helping her meet me thrust for thrust. My cock scrapes against her most sensitive spot with each fierce stroke.

She’s breaking apart for me; I can feel it. Every time I hit the end of her, she cracks a little more, the pressure of her orgasm building and pulsing and pushing her boundaries.

My balls draw up tight as my own orgasm gathers in the base of my spine. My rhythm falters slightly as I try to hold on, needing her to come with me. “Get there, baby, fuck, please get there. Need one more from you.”

“It’s too much, too much…”

“I’ve got you, Camden. Let go for me, I’m right here. Let go, love.”

She sucks in a huge breath and holds it, her whole body trembling and then freezing. Every damn muscle is pulled so tight as she clings to me with everything she has. With one last brutal thrust, we both shatter completely.

Camden floods my cock with her release, and I give her everything in return, my cum splashing into her throbbing pussy as she sucks down every last drop. We’re both grunting, shaking, sweating as we ride that high together.

Eventually, Camden goes limp in my arms. I bury my face into the side of her neck and pump into her twice more before collapsing. I roll to the side and drape my freshly fucked little angel over my chest.

Cupping the side of her face, I tip her head up and kiss her closed eyelids and flushed cheeks.

“That was… amazing,” she says, still trying to control her breath. “I can’t move, but I don’t want to.”

I chuckle at her response. “I don’t want you to move either,” I murmur, circling my arms around her and sliding a leg in between hers. I want us tangled up forever.

After several peaceful moments of silence, Camden props herself up on my chest. She leans forward and surprises me by pressing her lips to my left temple, right over my scar.

“When you’re ready, I want to hear your story, too,” she says softly.

How can I deny this woman anything? I turn my head and kiss Camden’s cheek before nuzzling into the side of her neck. “I was on a mission overseas,” I start.

My girl scoots up next to me in bed and places her hand over my heart. I rest my hand on top of hers, letting her warmth ground me in this moment.

“I joined the Army right out of high school. Never knew my dad, and my mom made it very clear she didn’t want to be a mom. I got out as soon as the ink dried on my diploma.”

“You have no family?”

I shrug. “The Savage Kings are my family.”

Camden nods. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her that she’s my family, too. But I don’t want to scare her off with my intensity.

“I had been in the Army for almost a decade and worked my way up through the ranks until I became the go-to sniper for special assignments. It was supposed to be a simple job.” I close my eyes as memories of that day flood my mind.

“Our intel indicated the target was with two of his closest allies, all three men wanted for war crimes. I see his silhouette in my crosshairs when I close my eyes at night. I had the shot. I had it,” I say in a rough, gravelly voice.

“You’re safe with me,” Camden whispers. I open my eyes as her hand slips from beneath mine. She cups the side of my face and presses the lightest kiss to my lips before pulling away to give me room to speak.

“The kid came out of nowhere. I had my finger on the trigger and the green light from my Commanding Officer, but then a kid joined the fucker on his front porch, blocking my shot. I missed my chance, but I thought I’d get another one. I… fuck,” I mutter, lifting a hand to rub my eyes.

“It’s okay,” my sweet girl murmurs. “I’m right here.”

I nod and gear up for the rest of the story.

“It was a purposeful distraction. These motherfuckers didn’t think twice about using their own kids as shields.

By the time we realized we were compromised, their counterstrike was already underway.

I didn’t even have time to point my gun before a bright light flashed and a deafening roar exploded near my left ear.

I don’t have any memory of what happened next, just waking up in a hospital stateside with the worst headache of my life. ”

“Diego, oh my god,” Camden gasps. “A bomb?” she guesses.

“Bullet,” I correct. “Grazed my temple. Apparently, the wound bled so much that everyone assumed I was dead until the dust settled and scouts were sent out to assess the damage.”

“You were shot in the freaking head?!” Camden practically yells. Her response makes me smirk, which is the last thing I thought I’d do after reliving the nightmare that ended my military career.

“Not exactly,” I say, gathering her hand in mine so I can kiss the inside of her wrist.

“You were shot in the freaking head,” Camden repeats, though it isn’t so much a question as a statement of fact.

“And you’re still here. That’s… Diego, that’s incredible.

I mean, not the actual injury. I can’t imagine.

God, I’m so sorry you went through that.

I’m so thankful you survived. I don’t know what I’d do if… ”

Her voice fades into a sniffle, and I realize she’s crying. For me? I don’t understand.

“I’m here now,” I remind her. “I’m right here.”

She nods. “Can you believe we found each other?” she whispers. “What if you never came back from your last mission? What if I wasn’t allowed to leave the compound? What if I picked a different town to move to? Or…”

“Slow down, beautiful,” I say in a calming voice. “Breathe for me.”

She nods again, but I still sense the chaotic thoughts swirling around her mind. I gently rub the skin between her thumb and forefinger like she did for me the day in the bookstore. She looks down at our hands and smiles before turning her attention back to me.

“We’re both here,” I tell her. “And nothing else matters. We’re good for each other, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she confirms. “We’re perfect.”

“Perfect,” I say with a grin. I tug on her wrist until she collapses into my arms once more.

I’m not sure how long we’re wrapped up in each other, but my phone rings, breaking us apart. I groan while Camden giggles. I’ll never get tired of that sound.

I reach for my phone on the bedside table, ready to ignore the call and get back to my pleasant morning, but it’s Rock. I give Camden an apologetic look and hop out of bed before throwing on a pair of sweats.

“Prez,” I answer as I walk out into the living room. “Any updates?”

“We found the guy Camden met at Bottles & Bites. Jeremy Rosenberg. He has a rap sheet a mile long, and it didn’t take much to get his parole officer to call in a warrant for arrest.”

“Good riddance,” I grunt.

“One man down, a thousand more to go,” Rock grumbles. “Stitch and his lackeys will strike back once their broken bones heal.”

“And we’ll be ready when they do,” I vow. “I have more reason to annihilate them now more than ever. I promise, we won’t let those fuckers get away with the harm they’ve already caused.”

“Speaking of, how is our informant?”

“She’s not an informant, she’s my woman,” I growl.

“Officially?”

“Yeah.”

“So you’re going to bring her to The Black Crown and claim her, right?”

“Shit, I never thought I’d be one of those guys,” I tell him with a chuckle. “Claiming an old lady in front of his brothers. But it feels right. She’s already mine, now it’s time everyone else knows it, too.”

“I’ll be at the clubhouse all day. Stop by with your woman and we’ll have a toast,” Rock says. I know he’s happy for me, even if his voice is a bit cold. He might not want to admit it, but I can tell he’s lonely. Hell, a lot of my MC brothers are. I was, and I didn’t even realize it.

“See you soon.” I hang up and practically sprint back to my room like a kid on Christmas. I can’t wait to show Camden to my family and make her mine.