A bruised angel. That was exactly what she was right now. It was hard to imagine someone that had gone through as much as she had and not become lost and confused like she was.
My gaze trailed back and forth to her closed eyelids, her lips and her chest. She stirred, moaning a little, the covers slid off and her t-shirt rode up to her hips.
Fuck. Because of the catheter, she wasn’t wearing panties. I could see her sweet pussy, and, instantly, my cock ached. Well, I had a semi-erection all the time I was watching her, and now I was wishing my cock was a fucking catheter. How fucked up and pathetic was that?
“I need you, Cammie. I miss you so much, baby. That shit talk wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when you finally woke up. I imagined it’d have been a lot nicer. Like we’d have both cried in each other’s arms, and then I’d have told you I was here for you, ready to do anything to protect you and make you happy again. Then I’d have showed you how much I missed and loved you, groveling and begging for your forgiveness, hoping you would forgive me because you still loved me.” I ran the back of my fingers across her cheek, using all my willpower not to feel her up. I didn’t want to wake her, and I didn’t know how she would react after what that piece of shit did to her.
A kiss won’t hurt though.I pressed my lips against hers as softly as I could, but then I grew greedy. Hungry. I should have dragged myself out of the room before I touched her because now I couldn’t stop.
My hands roamed over her body. I filled my palms with her tits, my nose breathing her skin in. Even in her sleep, her nipples hardened under my touch. My cock twitched painfully, so I freed my erection and gave myself a stroke or two.
I hadn’t gotten my dick wet in weeks. Since the breakup I fucked nothing but my fist, thinking about my beautiful Cammie and the day she’d be bouncing on my cock again, drenching me with her sweet cum.
My tongue darted to lick my lips as my stare landed on her naked pussy. My fingers traced the pink flesh that glistened in response. Fuck. I spread her legs apart for a better view, and my fist moved faster around my shaft, wishing she’d wake up to see how much I wanted her, how much power she had over me. How helpless I was in front of her beauty that I couldn’t bridle my desire for her and was fucking myself in her sleep, watching her like a sick creep.
“Sorry, baby, but I just can’t see your naked, wet pussy and not come.” As if she heard me, a drop of her juice trickled out begging me to be licked. Stroking myself harder, I lapped my tongue over her, consuming every drop until I wiped her clean and then wet her all over again with my own cum.
As I came down from that, I was about to get a washcloth and clean my mess, but the sight of my cum on her pussy was so pretty I didn’t want it gone. Instead, I slowly, intently, pushed it all inside her where it belonged.
When I was done, I leaned in for a whisper. “When you’re healed, sweetheart, I’ll come inside you every day until you carry my baby again. Don’t worry. There is nothing in the world that would dare come near you again. I won’t allow it, I promise.”
The sun was about to rise when I left the room and reached the porch. The wind blew pretty bad and refused to let me light my cigarette. Yeah, I smoked. I needed something to take off the edge but wanted to stay alert at the same time. Apart from the occasional joint, I didn’t do any drugs.
Don’t worry, Owl. I won’t go snorting my own shit. I’m gonna fuck up my lungs instead.
The wind rumbled through the trees, sending waves of debris all over the place. I took a couple of steps toward the door to shield the flame, and I was glad I fucking did.
A loud noise boomed behind me. I spun to see that a huge chunk from the roof flew and tumbled right where I was standing. Fuck.
Carefully, I tilted my head up, the wind making cheesy horror movie sounds. I backed the hell up as another chunk came flying off.
I’d only been living here for a few months since last year. When was the last time Roar did any work on this old estate?
Ginger staggered through the door, narrowing stoned as fuck, sleepy eyes at the rubble, wild red curls dangling down his head. “You all right, Prez?”
I threw away my cigarette. “It missed me by a fucking inch, thank you for asking. We gotta repair this shit...right fucking now.”
His little nose scrunched up. “Now, Prez? It’s barely even morning.”
I didn’t give a shit. What if Cammie decided to take a walk or it fucking rained and water went through the ceiling of the bedroom? “Yeah. Now.”
He dropped his gaze and mumbled, “Okay. I’ll go wake some brothers.”
A Harley roar mixed with the wind in the background. Skid cruised through the gates as his little brother yelled for the boys.
Skid stowed the bike and reached me, broody as fuck. “What happened here?”
I offered him a cigarette and tried to light another one myself. “What happened toyou?”
A sigh burst out of his chest as he shielded the wind away with his cut. “I need a favor.”
The harsh smoke filled our lungs. “Yeah?”
“My kid. Can I let him crash here for a couple of weeks?”
I never liked the idea of a little child hanging around here. It’s one of my unspoken rules. I, of all people, knew what this place could do to an innocent boy. Skid knew about the rule. He’d have never asked if something wasn’t seriously wrong. If one of the brothers needed help with his family, I’d never say no.
“Sure,” I said. “What happened to Molly?”