by Mallory Funk
Sophie did my make-up. It was pretty subtle because I hardly wear makeup anymore, but the gold eyeshadow along with the black eye liner makes my eyes pop.
I had also some sort of lip stain on my lips that wasn’t supposed to rub off when I ate or if Tyson happened to kiss me.
I blushed when they said that, but I couldn’t help it.
I take a look in the mirror and all of the women were smiling widely at me.
I could see why they were. I couldn’t help my jaw from dropping at what I saw.
I looked very much like a biker chick.
The black shirt that had some glitter on it, plus it had a slight v-neck so I got to show a slight amount of cleavage without revealing any scars. The tight fitting jeans made my ass look great. I’m suddenly very thankful that I have spent months in the gym. Then black boots that I was wearing stopped just under my knees and had a slight heel to them. My hair was done in waves down my back and I couldn’t help the tears that came to my eyes when I saw what I looked like.
“Don’t cry. You will wreck your make-up,” Sophie says softly.
I hold the tears back as I let out a light chuckle.
“Okay, I think I’m ready,” I say.
“Good luck,” they all say at the same time while smiling at me.
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Making my way down the stairs with the women following me, the common room goes quiet.
Tyson is standing off to the side talking to his dad and brother when I make the final step.
I can’t help but gasp at him.
He got rid of his beard. I can’t believe it.
He was sexy with his beard, but this is a whole new level.
“You shaved,” I say when he comes closer to me.
He instinctively touches his face with a nervous smile on his face.
“Do you like it?” he asks.
I nod my head. “It looks good on you.”
“Good. You ready to get out of here?” he asks.
I nod my head again and he takes my hand leading me out of the room where everyone is still looking at us.
We get to his bike and he grabs a helmet placing it on my head and doing up the straps for me.
“By the way, you looking fucking amazing,” he says and lightly kisses me before getting on his bike.
There is no way that anything could take the smile off of my face.
I assume that we are going into town to one of the restaurants, but instead he drives through the back of the club property and onto some roads.
I have no idea what he has planned, but I’m excited.
We don’t drive long before we come to a clearing.
When he stops his bike, I get off with shaky legs.
“Wow. This place is beautiful,” I tell him, and he motions to the blanket and a cooler laying on the ground.
“I wanted to do something different and also get way from the nosy people in town. There would have been someone there from the club documenting our every move,” he says while we take a seat on the blanket.
I completely agree with him because everyone stared at us as we left. I’m very glad for this opportunity to get to know one another one on one.
“That was very thoughtful of you,” I say.
“We needed something different for our first date,” he says.
I nod my head in agreement.
“Well thank you. What is this place?” I ask looking around.
“Well, the club owns a lot of property. This is part of the property we own, so the only people who know about it are people who are a part of the club. We couldn’t go too far; I can’t risk anything happening and being caught off guard,” he tells me.
Right, the threat of Reaper. I’m glad he thought of this and that we are still close enough to the club should anything happen, but nothing should since the only people that go back here are members and they wouldn’t be stupid enough to try and disturb us.
“Well, what’s in the cooler?” I ask rubbing my hands together.
I was too nervous to eat after lunch so I’m excited to see what he packed.
“Now, I can’t cook for anything so my mom whipped us up something,” he says, smiling at me sheepishly.
I can’t help but chuckle.
“Well thank you for that because food poisoning on a first date wouldn’t be the impression either of us would want to make,” I say and he laughs.
“Exactly,” he says as he sets out what looks like chicken breasts, roasted potatoes, and a Greek salad.
We sit closely together and eat while making small talk.
It’s easy to talk to him and I don’t know what I was so nervous about.
The difference between our usual banter and this is that we keep throwing each other heated glances and that he wraps an arm around me part way through the meal.
When we are finished, he puts our plates and cups into the cooler.
“A prospect will pick it up when we leave,” he says and sits back.
“Okay,” I say suddenly shy.
“Why don’t you come sit over here and we can enjoy the sunset together,” he says, gesturing for me to sit in between his legs.
I blush the whole time I am doing it but, once I am in place and he wraps his arms around me, I can’t help the sigh of contentment that leaves my lips.
No words are spoken for a long time as we sit there and enjoy each other’s company.
This feels more right than anything I have ever imagined.
Tyson places a light kiss behind my ear and I can’t help but shiver.
“Camilla,” he says in a low, husky voice.
“Tyson,” I say back.
“I’m glad we did this,” he says. I turn my head to look at him and the look he gives me has me leaning in and placing a light kiss on his lips.
It doesn’t take long before he takes over the kiss and places a hand in my hair to keep me where he wants me.
The feel of his tongue against mine, and the way I feel with his arms around me, has me floating on air. He has one hand in my hair and the other around my back.
When we pull back, I move so that I can straddle his hips. He doesn’t waste any time and bringing his lips back to mine.
His hands move to my hips and up my back to pull me closer.
I get lost in the feeling and find myself grinding on top of him.
When I feel his hand move under my shirt and around my back like he wants to touch my bare skin, I can’t help but freeze when he brushes against a scar. The one that haunts my dreams.
He stills and pulls back.
“Camilla, fuck baby. I’m sorry. I don’t want to rush you,” he says looking concerned.
I shake my head. “It’s not that.”
He tilts his head in confusion and looks at me. “Then what is it?”
I blow out a breath and decide if I want to tell him right now. Would he think that they were ugly and just finish our date off then and there?
“Camilla, you can tell me whatever it is,” he says. I look in his eyes and he is looking completely sincere.
Here goes nothing.
“Well, I have some scars and they are ugly and hate them. You just touched one and it reminded me of the damage that was done to my body,” I say.
He doesn’t say anything for so long that I worry he’s going to change his mind about us and everything I had come to hope for in the last few hours.
“Can I see them?” he says quietly.
I look at him with tears welling in my eyes. “They are ugly.”
“Nothing about you is ugly,” he says without hesitation.
I’m thankful that he gives me a few moments like he knew that’s what I was waiting for.
I decide to just get it over with. If he doesn’t like them then it’s better to know now than later when I have let myself completely fall for him.
I lift up my shirt, taking it off before I can second guess myself, and squeeze my eyes shut so that I can’t see the look of disgust on his face.<
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That would completely break me.
Tyson “Torch”
I hold my breath as Camilla takes off her shirt and squeezes her eyes closed.
When her eyes are closed, I look down at her body.
She’s wearing a lacy, dark green bra, but that’s not what has my attention.
No, it’s the knife marks around her chest.
They are completely intentional, I can see that, and I have a pretty good idea who left them.
I lightly touch them. I can see that some are older and some are still healing from around the time she got out.
When my eyes travel down to her stomach where my hand brushed, anger immediately consumes me.
Right down the side of her body is the name, “Reaper.”
That fucker thought he could mark her.
Seeing this makes me want to find the fucker and give him the slow, painful death that he has been waiting for.
They are deep, and it looks like he made sure that she felt as much pain as she could.
“See, they are ugly,” she says and, when I look at her, she’s staring at me with tears in her eyes.
I shake my head.
“They make me angry that someone could hurt you like this. To think of the pain that you have been through and have felt when he did this to you. I want to find the fucker and make him beg for death. They also show me what a strong woman you are. You have been through hell and back. Nothing could make you ugly. I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure that you know how much I believe that; until you believe it too.”
The tears finally fall from her eyes and she presses her lips to mine for a quick kiss.
“Thank you. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m very glad that I met you,” she says.
“No baby, I’m glad that I met you. Now let me show you how much those scars don’t mean anything to me,” I say before I kiss her.
Camilla clings to me and kisses me back.
This time when my arms come around her body, she doesn’t freeze. She was just worried that I wouldn’t want her anymore if I saw her scars, but that’s far from the truth.
I move my lips down her neck and she moves one hand to my hair and the other to my back as she lets out a low moan when her hips grind down on my cock.
My cock has been hard since she came downstairs in that sexy as fuck outfit, so I know that she can feel me beneath her.
Slowly, I kiss down her chest and pay special attention to each scar before I move to her nipples.
I catch her eyes as I slowly remove her bra. I need to see if I’m moving too fast for her because I don’t want to rush her.
She looks at me with heated eyes and nods her head.
I unclasp her bra and immediately bring my mouth down to her nipples.
She gasps when I flick my tongue over one and I can’t wait to hear more sounds come from her.
“I’m going to make you feel good, baby,” I rasp out as she grinds down on me again.
I flick my tongue on the other nipple before sucking it into my mouth, loving the moan that leaves her lips.
My hands go down to her hips as I help her grind down onto me with my mouth never leaving her.
Her hips stutter a couple times. I know that if she wasn’t wearing jeans right now, I would be able to feel how wet she was.
One day when we are in a bed in the privacy of my own home, I will get to feel that. Not here or now. This is going to be all about her.
She moves and grabs my hair to pull me back to her mouth in a hard kiss.
Soon her grinding becomes frantic so I know she is close.
I move one hand to her nipple and pinch lightly.
It seems to be all she needs because she lets out a moan with my name and she digs her nails into my back. I almost curse at the fact I’m wearing a shirt because I know she would be easily marking me. That would be something I would be proud to wear.
She sags against me and her breath is laboured. She doesn’t say anything for a few minutes.
I watch as a blush comes over her body. I can’t help but smile at the fact.
When her hand comes around to my front, I stop her.
Camilla pulls back and looks at me in confusion.
“B-but?”
I shake my head. “No baby, this was all about you,” I tell her and lightly kiss her lips.
She smiles at me and whispers, “Okay.”
That one word settles something inside of her, and I wrap my arms tighter around her as I hold her for a few more minutes.
I didn’t think that I would feel this happy or free again.
Camilla gave me that.
Only her.
Chapter Nineteen
Camilla
I wake up the next morning with a smile on my face. Honestly, I haven’t stopped smiling. Tyson and I stayed out until it got dark, and then he reluctantly dropped me off. I could tell that he didn’t want the night to end either, but there was no rush for whatever was going on between us.
My brother sits up when he sees that I’m awake and gives me a knowing look.
“Date went well I take it?” he says with a smirk.
I throw my pillow at him and he laughs.
“It was perfect.”
He nods his head. “That’s good, I won’t have to kick his ass then.”
I roll my eyes at him. “I’m sure that you could have tried,” I say as he looks at me in an offended manner.
“You don’t think that I could have kicked his ass?” he asks in surprise.
I give him a look that shows him how much I don’t believe that he could do that.
“Sister, you wound me,” he says and I laugh.
“I’m not sure that there is anyone here that you would be able to take on,” I say thoughtfully.
“I could kick everyone’s ass here and not break a sweat,” he says, and I can’t help but burst into laughter.
“Okay, you are… very…strong,” I say between laughs.
“Damn ungrateful sisters,” he says with a wink as he leaves the room, so I know he’s not mad. His ego might be bruised a bit but, let’s face it, my brother can take being brought down a peg or two.
I change and head downstairs after him. He’s already in the kitchen making me a coffee.
Derek and Lily are there. When they see me, they have knowing smiles on their faces.
“Well now I know I don’t have to have words with my son,” Lily says and I laugh.
“Yeah, I was afraid I would have to kick his ass,” my brother says.
Lily turns away but I can see her shoulders shaking.
I see Derek’s lips twitch. “I’m sure you would have tried.”
My brother puts on a look of mock hurt and I can’t help but laugh.
Just before he speaks, Tyson walks into the room and he smiles when he sees me. “Morning, baby,” he says.
“Morning,” I say, and he comes to lightly kiss me on the lips like we have done this before and didn’t just have our first date last night.
“What’s going on here?” he asks when he sees that his mother his still trying to hold back laughter.
“Xavier here said that he was glad he didn’t have to kick your ass this morning because your date went well last night,” Derek says with his lips still twitching as he tries to hold back a smile.
I see Tyson smirk at my brother. “Well I’m so glad,” he says dryly.
The look on my brother’s face is priceless. Everyone finally loses it and bursts out in laughter.
Tyson sits beside me as my brother leaves the room grumbling under his breath.
“I just came here to check on you, but I have something I need to do today so I might not be around until later,” he tells me.
I just nod my head. I don’t bother to question him because if he wanted to tell me then I know he would.
“Alright. Just call me if you need me,” I tell him and he nods his head and seems distracted. I have to tell myself again that if h
e wants me to know what it is, then he will tell me.
I clear my throat and he brings his eyes back to me. “So, I have been thinking of getting a tattoo over some of the scarring.”
I hope he knows which one I mean because I don’t want to say it out loud.
His eyes soften. “If you want to, baby. Do it for you. Ink and Bullet are really good with tattooing over scars so they would be happy to help you.”
“I know you don’t mind them, but I don’t want to have to look at it every time I am looking in the mirror, you know? It’s a literal piece of me that I need to get back,” I say and he nods his head completely understanding me.
“Well I’m sure they will be here soon, so you can discuss it with them what you want. That way they can design you something perfect,” he says as he wraps an arm around me.
When Ink comes in the room, I tell him what I want. It would have to be a fairly big tattoo. Tyson holds my hand as I show Ink the scars since he needs to know what he’s working with.
Everyone in the room is silent but, since Derek, Lily and Tyson are still the only ones in the room, I’m not afraid to show them. They had all seen it a time or two during my recovery.
I watch as Ink holds back the same anger that everyone who has seen it shows.
He takes a few moments to examine the scars on my body where the tattoo will go.
“What were you thinking?” he asks as I put my shirt down.
“A phoenix,” I say and he nods his head, his eyes lighting up.
“That’s fucking great.”
“I know it’s predictable and everything, but I think it fits me. I’m not the same person I was before everything, but I’m coming out different and stronger than before. I want to show that,” I say as I feel Tyson’s arms tighten around me.
Ink shakes his head. “It means something to you and that’s all that matters.”
“I know that it’s going to be big and might take a few sessions, but it’s something I have been thinking about for a while.”
“Let me take a few days to draw something up and I will show you what I come up with,” he says. I nod my head.
“I got to go now babe, but I’ll call you later,” Tyson says and kisses me on the lips.
“Okay,” I say softly as I watch him go.