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Micah
She’s here, in the flesh. The woman I love has arrived just when I needed her the most, and it’s the best feeling in the world. After leaving the storage facility, Hammer and Bane escorted Hawk back to the clubhouse for treatment of his injuries. We have an off-the-books doctor that attends to us, sidestepping the need for hospital visits. Given the legal obligations of medical professionals, having a physician on our payroll allows us to keep our affairs discreet. Hospital trips are reserved for when a life is at stake and we have no other choice.
“Micah, tell me what happened,” Cami says, her voice light and comforting in contrast to all the shouting from earlier.
“How about we head inside, crack open that bottle of Bardot’s you’re holding, and I’ll share what I can,” I suggest. Revealing the details of tonight's events is a challenge I'm not ready to face and I don’t believe Cami could handle the details of what transpired tonight. The raw emotions stemming from witnessing my son being forcibly severed from the Devils stillhaunt me. His agonized screams replay in my mind, subjecting me to the torment of reliving the moment repeatedly. It's pure anguish. I'd rather take Cami inside and lose ourselves in each other, shutting out the world to just be us. However, since she came all this way, she deserves to understand why Gideon told her I needed her.
Reluctantly pulling away, I usher her inside and lock the door. She makes her way to the kitchen and retrieves two tumblers from the cabinet as I take a seat at the table. After pouring us each two fingers, she settles in the seat across from me, ready to listen to my woes and carry some of the weight of my burdens. Downing the first glass, I hold my tumbler for a refill and Cami happily obliges. She patiently waits for me to begin and after one more sip of my drink, I unload the sordid tale that unfolded tonight. Careful to leave out details like Sam getting killed and Hammer burning off Hawk’s tattoo, I relay the significance of stripping Hawk and how he will more than likely leave Grants Pass and never come back.
At first, she doesn’t say anything, quietly absorbing my words, trying to make sense of it all. Taking a sip of her drink, she leans forward, looks me in my eyes, and says,
“I can’t imagine the hurt you feel right now, watching your son go through that. It doesn’t matter that it was his own doing, you’re his father and you love him.”
“That’s what hurt me the most, standing there unable to intervene while he screamed in pain.”
"It's likely to remain that way for quite a while, sweetheart. You've acknowledged your role in bringing him into this life, yet you've tried to show him that you've learned some hard lessons and at some point, you have to grow and change. We all wish for our children to heed our advice, but ultimately, the choice is theirs. Even at our age, we continue to learn and evolve, so hisresistance to change is a product of his own stubbornness, not a reflection on you. Does that make sense?"
“Yes, it does. It doesn’t necessarily make things any easier, but it does take the edge off. Templar stood beside me because he understood I needed his strength to lean on. It felt as if I were drowning with no lifeline in sight.”
“That’s exactly how I felt after Franklin died. He managed everything while I played the role of the dutiful wife. His death forced me to embrace the woman I should’ve been all along. I've sworn never to let someone dictate every facet of my life again. Love should enhance our lives, not burden them. The same principle applies to our relationships with our children."
Despite my strong desire to lose myself in Cami and erase tonight from my mind, I find myself in awe of her. In this moment of self-reflection, she’s being a friend to me, offering encouragement and validating my feelings. It shows that she’s been listening to me as I share my truth. I’ve confided so many things in her that it was lost on me that not only were we building a relationship, but we were also cultivating a genuine friendship. This foundation, rooted in communication, understanding, and love, is what will reinforce our relationship. Cami understands that there are things I cannot share for her safety. While there may be occasions when I am summoned to the Devil's clubhouse, it will solely be for guidance or special events like a prospect's full-fledged membership. Cami's trust in me, which is standard in most relationships, is a significant milestone in our relationship. I can’t remember the last time another human had confidence in me, and it gives me the strength I need to move on.
My relationship with my son seems irreparably damaged. There’s no doubt in my mind that he perceives my lack of intervention tonight as a betrayal, yet he understands better than anyone that in the presence of the Devils, it's aboutthe brotherhood. In those moments, we assume the roles of President and Vice President, not father and son. The pain of losing him cuts deep, but even after tonight’s stripping, that stubborn fucker won’t change. If I want a life with Cami, free from toxicity, I have to let him go to carve his own path. Perhaps with time, he will undergo the necessary growing pains to change. Until then, I must let him go.
Standing up from the table, I make my way to the opposite side and extend my hand. Cami places her hand in mine without hesitation, rising from her seat with a look of total trust. Scooping her up in my arms, I carry her up the stairs and into my bedroom. The time to completely lose myself in my woman is long overdue and when she starts to undress me, I sense she’s ready for the same. When I attempt to lift her sweater, she stills my hands. “Let me take care of you, Micah,” she whispers, stroking me while licking and nipping my lips. Guiding us backward towards the bed, she gently urges me to lie down in the center and starts undressing herself. Straddling my thighs, she lowers her face to mine, kissing me with such passion that I feel her love for me. Her warm mouth descends slowly down my body, leaving a trail of heat on my skin.
My heart pounds in my chest as she takes hold of my cock, slowly stroking. “Don’t take your eyes off of me,” she commands, licking around the tip, down the side, and back up. I swallow hard as she opens wide and takes me to the back of her throat. My breath catches as her gaze penetrates my soul, and just as she needs to breathe, she pulls back. Her desire-filled blue eyes swim with lust as I gather her hair in my hands, ensuring I’m able to see her lips wrapped around my dick. My hips slowly pump up into her mouth as her hands tenderly massage my balls. This feels so fucking good and if I don’t put a stop this, I’m going to come. Her desire to take control is every man’s dream but I need to take my fill of her.
“Cami, I need to taste you,” I murmur, the words strained as she deep throats me, and I struggle to suppress the impending orgasm.
She releases me, lips swollen, our eyes never breaking contact as we kiss. Fusing our mouths together, telling her without words that I’m hungry for her. Her body shivers as I take my time relishing the taste of her skin, licking, and biting my way down her body. Spreading her thighs wide, my mouth waters as I stare at her pussy, loving the scent of her arousal.
“Baby, you’re so wet,” I observe as I slowly finger fuck her. “Did sucking my cock do this to you?”
“Yes,” she whispers as her hips buck, signaling her desire for more. Knowing she wants me that much makes my heart soar. Gripping her ass, I bring her to my mouth and lick along her slit. She cries out as I moan, as I drown in her taste. I take what I need from her to make me feel whole again, as today’s events broke me in ways only Cami can mend. Repeatedly stroking her clit with my tongue, I bring her closer to her release. Soft whimpers fill the room as she repeatedly chants my name. Her legs begin to quiver as the orgasm consumes her and I continue to indulge.
Quickly moving up her body, I enter her with abandon, our hips meeting in a fervent collision. Mutual groans escape us as I take us higher, fueled by unbridled lust and need. With each thrust, I claim her, marking her as mine. Her eyes glisten with tears as I passionately make love to her. Overwhelmed in a way I’ve never experienced before; I feel an unprecedented sense of being wanted and needed by a woman. Cami makes me feel things, allowing me to freely love her. Leaning down to her, I gently kiss her lips. The depth of this love cuts deep and I know without a doubt, I’ll never let her go.
“Micah, I’m going to come,” she murmurs against my lips.
“That’s it, baby, come for me,” I command. Her pussy pulsates around my cock triggering my own release and I surrender to it. Together, we ride this wave of pure pleasure, our souls colliding in a beautiful disaster. Collapsing beside her, I gather her in my arms as we hold one another.
“I know that you’ve never been able to say it, but I love you, Micah” she says, tracing her fingers lightly across my chest.
“Back when we were young, you said that one day you would get me to tell you that I love you. I vowed to never say those words to any woman,” I chuckle, reminiscing.
“You were quite stubborn then,” she laughs. Even though I sensed your love, I never understood why you couldn’t tell me you love me.”
“My demons have haunted me a long time, Cami. My father, who professed his love to my mother, subjected us to abuse and eventually abandoned us. It’s a story for another time. But that experience warped my understanding of love, associating those words with pain. After what we’ve just shared and how you make me feel, that’s changed for me.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means, Camille Bardot, that I love you,” I declare, gently lifting her face to meet mine. Looking into her beautiful eyes, expressing my love comes easily, because love now resides wherever she is, and being with her is where I want to be.
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