Bad Company: Company of Sinners MC #1
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“Kelly?” Her name left my body as a quick exhale as shock stunned me to the spot.
She gasped. “Oh… I was just about to knock. I… I made a mistake, Cameron.”
She didn’t want me after all. The world crashed down around me.
Tears sprang from her eyes. “I can’t be with Dermott.”
My heart was trying to burst out of my chest as I stared at her. “You… you can’t?”
“No…” Her voice wavered as she continued, “Because I’m head over heels in love with my only exception. I… I told Dermott no. I told him everything. He… he was shocked at first, but he said he understands because he loves me the same way I love you. He left and said he had something to do… somewhere to go, and I was worried he would turn up here and then… Rayna turned up on my doorstep, and she thought I was marrying him and—” Her words came out in a rush as if she thought she needed to say everything in one breath before I told her to get the hell out of my life.
But in one long stride I stepped over the threshold, scooped her up in my arms, and crushed my lips to hers. I clung to her like I was never letting her go again and carried her into the house, kicking the door closed behind me.
Kelly
When he opened the door he stood before me shirtless and sleep mussed. His shaggy hair falling over his forehead was begging for me to sweep it back. I trailed my gaze over his taut flesh and my body tingled as I remembered the feel of his skin on mine. He was the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen and my heart squeezed in my chest at the mere sight of him. Would he forgive me? Could he?
I had come here needing to explain. Needing to tell him exactly what had happened. But I was sure it was too late. What if Rayna had got here first? What if she had told him her version of things? But he hadn’t given me a chance to finish explaining. When his arms encircled me and he lifted me from the doorstep, my heart soared. He crushed his lips to mine and carried me up the stairs to his room. I swiped the tears from my cheeks as the song that meant so much to me—to both of us, I now knew—floated through the air and enveloped us as we were locked in a passionate kiss.
Once inside his room, my feet reconnected with the floor. He cupped my face and shook his head. “You’re really here? Or am I dreaming?” His voice was a hoarse, disbelieving whisper.
I couldn’t speak and so I pulled myself up on my toes and kissed him with every ounce of the love I had held for him since he lay sleeping in a hospital bed all those months ago. He returned my kiss with just as much fervour, like he couldn’t get enough of my lips. And that was okay because I couldn’t get enough of his.
Keeping our gazes on each other’s body, we removed our clothing piece by piece—neither of us wanting anything between us but skin—and once we were naked, he dropped to his knees before me. He pressed his nose into the soft line of hairs covering my pussy and inhaled. “You always smell so fucking good.” His actions and his words made my nipples peak and my core muscles clench with need. He gripped my behind with his hands, and I stroked his hair tenderly as he nuzzled me and slipped his tongue into my sex to taste me, circling my clit with precision. I groaned in ecstasy at the intimate contact, and he held me to him as he began to place kisses everywhere he could reach.
It was all too much.
Too good to be true.
He stood and with one swift, deft motion, he lifted me and laid me back on the bed. He stroked his hand down my chest, leaving it resting over my heart for a moment as his gaze penetrated my soul. Then, dipping his head, he sucked my nipple into his mouth as he caressed the other one with his fingertips, squeezing and rolling the sensitive bud around. The sensation of intense pleasure shot through my entire body like shafts of light and sparked at the junction of my thighs, making me close my eyes and bite down on my lip to stifle a desperate moan.
I was on the verge of begging him to fuck me.
To love me.
I needed to feel that connection again. To have him inside of my body, not just my heart and my soul—he had already left his permanent mark there.
I heard his breath hitch as he continued to touch me with reverence. “My God, you’re so fucking beautiful. How the hell did I think I’d live without you?” His voice cracked, filled with emotion.
I opened my eyes and they locked immediately on his vivid blue irises. I reached out to touch his face. “You don’t have to think about that now.” And then, purely out of selfishness, I added, “But you did promise you’d make love to me slowly.”
He needed no further encouragement as he smiled and moved his body to cover mine. I parted my thighs, and my wet pussy pulsed in readiness for him. Keeping his eyes focused on mine, he buried his cock deep in my body once again, connecting with me not only physically but emotionally. He lowered his mouth to mine, stealing my breath in a kiss filled with his own love and need.
Our breath mingled as we explored each other’s body, re-familiarising ourselves with every curve and indentation and remembering what elicited those erotic, pleasured moans and gasps.
In all the time we’d been apart and in all the time I had mentally beaten myself up over my feelings for him, never once had they subsided; and as he moved inside of me, driving me toward my delicious release, he muttered words of love and adoration and peppered my skin with feather-light kisses once more.
His movements were slower and more measured than they had been before. He reached down between us and circled his fingers over my clit, forcing me to tighten around him which in turn triggered a deep, throaty groan to be drawn from his chest. Pulling myself up onto my elbows, I watched in awe as his cock sank into me and withdrew… sank in and withdrew.
He was right. We fit together so well. We were made for each other; and when he pulled himself and me up to a sitting position, I gazed into his eyes as he held me close. Our glistening, sweaty bodies slipping and sliding together in perfect synchronisation as we found our release together. He swallowed my cries as he clung to me like he would never let me go. And at that moment I wanted more than anything for him to hold me and love me forever.
In our connection we found a soul-deep love that no amount of miles, bullets, or taboo situations could ruin. And hours later as the soundtrack to our passionate reconnection looped around, once more reminding us that we were indeed each other’s only exception, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
This was it.
This was real.
This was forever.
Epilogue
Two years later…
Cameron
She takes my breath away.
There’s no other way to put it.
It’s been the same right from the first moment I laid eyes on her as she hovered over me in the hospital bed all pert breasts, amazing smell, and sexy-as-all-get-out Scottish accent. And now here I am waiting for her to say she’ll be mine forever. She’s on the arm of Colt as he walks her down the aisle toward me like a proud fucking father. Whoever would have thought it, huh?
The pretty little church on the Isle of Skye is full of the weirdest crowd you could ever wish to see. But I love each and every one of them. From the middle-aged couple that lives two doors down from us to the sweet old folks who deliver flowers, to the hairy, bad-ass, Harley riding bikers who came all the way from fucking Utah.
Six stands beside me with a shit-eating grin on his face. He thinks it’s funny that I’m standing here in a kilt and that I have tears leaving damp trails down my stubbled cheeks as I watch Kelly coming to me. But I don’t give a fucking damn. I’m the luckiest bastard on the face of the earth right now, and I don’t give a shit who knows what I feel for her.
She looks so incredibly hot. All womanly curves in her ivory lace dress with her long auburn waves cascading down to her breasts. Knowing that my baby is growing in her belly just makes her even fucking sexier, and I can’t wait for the wedding night, if you know what I mean.
She arrives beside me and I lean in to kiss her. I tell her I love her more than anything in
this whole world as I rest my hand on the curve of her bump—our bump—and she gazes up at me with such adoration, it makes me wonder what the hell I did to get to keep her.
Because come hell or high water, come Loki’s Legion or Company of Sinners, this woman is mine.
And no man will ever put that shit asunder.
No fucking exceptions.
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The End
Acknowledgments
As always I should thank the two people who make every day incredibly special: Rich and Gee. Your continued support means the world and the fact that you drag me away from my computer every so often to replenish my energy makes me so incredibly grateful.
Lots of love to my awesome mum and dad. Even though this book was totally different to my others, I appreciate that you supported and encouraged me in this new venture.
A huge thank you to the lovely ladies who beta read the first draft of the book and gave me encouragement and fantastic feedback. Your belief in me was a massive boost.
A mahooooosive thank you to Tammy at The Graphics Shed for giving me covers that I absolutely adore. I was so worried about re-covering this trio but you really worked your magic as always!
And finally a huge hug and thank you to each and every blog who has supported me and helped spread the word for me and my team. You guys make the indie author world such a special place to work. I hope you know how much I and all my fellow authors appreciate what you do.
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Lots and lots of love
Lisa xxx
About the Author
Lisa is happily married to her best friend and together she and her husband have one child and two daft dogs. Writing has always been her passion although it has only been in recent years that she has taken the plunge to try her hand at novels. Back in 2014 her debut Bridge Over the Atlantic (later republished by Aria Fiction as A Seaside Escape) was published by an American company and was shortlisted in the Romantic Novelists Association RONAs for their prestigious Romance Novel of the Year.
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Lisa is now the proud author of both self-published and traditionally published titles since being signed on a four book deal to Aria Fiction, an imprint of award winning Head of Zeus Publishing.
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Originally from Yorkshire, Lisa now lives in bonny Scotland, a place that features in many of her titles. And when she’s not writing, reading or editing she can be found being taken for a walk by her energetic dogs.
Also by Lisa J Hobman
(Please note these titles are not erotic novels)
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A Seaside Escape
A Year of Finding Happiness
Christmas Presence
(A Seaside Escape Christmas Novella)
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What Becomes of the Broken Hearted
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Reasons to Leave
Reasons to Stay
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Duplicity
Through the Glass
The Girl Before Eve
Last Christmas
(A TGBE Christmas Novella)
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The Worst of Me
In His Place
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And coming soon:
Zara Bailey’s Summer of New Beginnings