Camden (The Henchmen MC 18)

I barely remembered to fish out his wallet, find the foil, hand it to him to slide on before my hand closed around him for a second to guide and I slid down his length, feeling him settle deep.

The moan that escaped me wasn't quiet. Neither was the deep, guttural growl that came from deep in his chest either.

But there was no time to let the satisfaction of that sink in, not with the need for release a clawing, painful sensation in my lower belly.

His hands stayed settled on my hips. My hands curled around his arms, holding on as I started to ride him.

Hard, fast, driving my body up quickly.

His hips started to buck up into me, creating an unexpected, delightful little pinch I needed more of.

Sensing the need - or likely just responding to my plea not to stop - he kept thrusting upward into me as my hips started to move in fast circles, my walls fighting around him with each turn.

Every muscle in my body tensed, my breath felt compressed in my chest, making whimpers and moans impossible. Instead, all that came out of me was a choking, strobe-like catching of breath.

"C-Come, A-A-Annie," he demanded.

And that was it.

That was what I needed to push me over the edge I'd been teetering on.

My muscles seemed to all lose their strength at once, my body falling forward over his. Mouth pressed against his throat, I cried out my orgasm as the waves crashed long and hard through my system until I swore I could feel those perfect contractions over every muscle, every inch of skin.

I couldn't find an ounce of strength for a long time after, just covering Cam's body with my own, waiting for my pulse to slow, the sweat to dry, my limbs to remember how they worked.

Camden didn't seem in any rush to move either, his arms a heavy weight around me, his breathing hard and labored for a long while.

It was the sounds on the other side of the door that eventually pulled me out of my post-orgasm contentedness.

"Sounds like a mob has descended on the place," I mumbled into Cam's shoulder. "Are they having a party?"

"M-m-maybe c-church," Cam suggested.

"It's the wrong night," I reminded him.

Cam rolled away, going in the top drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a notepad and pen.Might be an impromptu one. About my behavior. About how we're supposed to behave. I gotta get dressed and head out there."I hate that you're getting in trouble because of me," I told him, leaning over to press a kiss into his shoulder.It's not a big deal. I should have checked in. He wouldn't have been pissed if I had. This shit happens a lot around here. Reign rolls with it. He's just mad that he didn't know what I was up to. It's nothing.I remembered one time at my last real job where I had a boss and coworkers and all that, my boss had come up to me mid-shift and said he needed to speak with me after. I nearly threw up in anxiety. I couldn't imagine being so relaxed about it.

"So, because it is church, I should stay in here, right?" I asked, much more comfortable with that idea than facing all his brothers when we had just had not quiet sex only a room away.Yeah. I will come get you when it's over. We can get some food."It's okay. West fed me."Hot Pockets aren't a meal. And you need another one anyway.With that, he got up, went into the small attached bathroom, coming back out fully dressed. He came over to the side of the bed, pressed a long kiss to my lips.

"B-b-be b-back."

And I would be waiting.

With a big, stupid, goofy smile on my face.TENCamdenIt wasn't church.

Not really.

Reign had clearly called in some of the guys.

Cash, Wolf, Repo, Pagan, Edison, Adler.

The men in power and the men who had more exposure to the criminal underground.

Because Reign wanted them to vet Huck.

Things had slowed down in the prospecting. Though he didn't say as such, I imagined that Reign was getting ready for the kids to be close to old enough to start prospecting, joining the ranks. Much like he and his brother would have done around their ages.

After Fallon and Finn, it would be a never-ending cycle of the kids growing into the right ages to join in. I guess he figured he owed it to them to leave spots for them. And the numbers were already pretty high considering how low they had been after their last real war.

He'd let Vance in more recently, but he'd owed him a favor from back in the day.

I figured we were at a bit of a 'hiring freeze.'

By the time I got out into the main room, though, Huck was already there, already holding a bottle of beer in his hand, casually leaning against the bar, talking to Pagan.