Trusting Love (South Coast Brothers Book 3)

by Kacey Hamford

  “I wanted to talk to you,” I began. I looked her body up and down, man was she sexy and distracting. “I need you to put some clothes on, babe. We need to talk.” She nodded and grabbed some clothes and headed into the bathroom. That gave me a chance to think about Blade, Solar, grannies, cats, dogs and anything that would calm my raging hard on.

  I sat on the small two seater sofa that was under the window and waited for Cammie to come out of the bathroom. When she stepped out she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun and her face was make-up free, just the way I liked it. She stopped in front of me and I held out my hand for her, she took it and I gently pulled her to sit beside me.

  “Everything ok?” she asked.

  “Why won’t you let me touch you?”

  “What?” Her eyebrows rose. “I do let you touch me. I just offered myself to you and you didn’t want me.”

  “Fuck.” I shook my head. “Of course I want you. You feel every morning what your body does to mine.” She opened her mouth to say something. One thing I loved about her was her smart mouth, she liked to argue and it made me hotter for her. I placed my finger on her lips, silencing her and her tongue darted out to taste me. Shit. If she kept doing that this conversation wouldn’t be happening.

  “Why didn’t you tell me about the Satan’s?”

  “What?” she whispered, her face paling.

  “Blade let slip about them taking you, why didn’t you tell me?”

  “I don’t like to talk about it.” She looked at her hands in her lap, talking quietly. I pushed her chin up with my fingers so I could see her bright blue eyes, they were slightly darker now, sadness taking them over.

  “I need to hear it.”

  “Why?” she whispered again.

  “Because, Cammie, you’re mine. I want to protect you. I want to know everything about you.”

  “I can’t,” she sobbed and stood up quickly. Was she running away? I grabbed hold of her wrist and she flinched which made me release her straight away.

  “Cam.” I sighed as I climbed to my feet, she stopped walking and I strolled slowly towards her. I placed my lips on the top of her head and wound my arms around her, she leant into me, her back to my front.

  “I’m sorry, Mason. I can’t talk about it, I’m not strong enough.”

  “How about I ask some questions and you can just nod or shake your head for now?”

  “Ok.”

  I turned her around and cupped her face in my hands. “Just tell me to stop and I will.” She nodded and I covered her lips with mine.

  Chapter 2

  Mason

  I wound my arm around Cammie’s back and led her back to the sofa. Once we were both seated, the questions started.

  “Did they take you from the Devon clubhouse?” She nodded.

  “Did they hurt you?” She nodded.

  “How long were you there?” She didn’t answer. “Was you the only woman there?” She shook her head.

  “Do you know who took you?” She nodded. “Who was it?” Still no answer.

  “Do you know why they took you?” She nodded as tears started running down her face. “Are you going to tell me?” She shook her head. I was trying to stay calm but I wasn’t getting the answers I needed.

  “Did they hit you?” She nodded.

  “Cut you?” She nodded.

  “Make you black out?” She nodded. I needed to ask the last question and I think I already knew the answer, but I needed to know.

  “Did they rape you?” She nodded. “All of them?” She nodded and a sob rose from her throat. Fuck. I tried to keep it together, to be able to comfort her but the rage was building in my chest, fighting its way out.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered as she face planted my chest and her sobs turned into full blown crying. I held onto her and told her everything would be ok now. Blade had told me that they went in and killed the majority of them and torched their clubhouse but we knew some were still around as they were at the warehouse this morning. I would make it my mission to find and kill every single one of them, and the one that took Cammie from her home would feel every ounce of my rage.

  “Cammie, baby. I have something for you.” She pulled back from me and I wiped her tears away. I kissed her lips quickly before standing up and walking to my wardrobe. I pulled open the door and routed around until I found the leather jacket that had been sitting in here since I patched in after being a prospect for a year at the Cornish Crusaders, which was nearly ten years ago. I never wanted anyone to have this before and no one else would ever wear it.

  “I want you to wear this, babe.” I passed her the leather cut that would show everyone that she was mine, and anyone that messed with her would be sorry.

  “What? Why?” She looked confused.

  “I want everyone to know that you’re mine, I want you to be my Old Lady. Will you?”

  “No, I can’t.” She stood up and pushed the jacket back towards me.

  “Why can’t you?”

  “I’m sorry, Mason, I love you but I’m not good enough for you.”

  “You’re the only woman that I want and need in my life. You’re better than all the other women that I’ve met. You’re kind, gentle, passionate, loving…”

  “Broken, used, dirty...” she interrupted me. She wound her arms around her body and shivered. I didn’t hesitate, I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her, throwing the leather jacket onto the bed behind us.

  “You’re sexy, smart mouthed, independent and those are just some of the reasons why I love you.”

  She pulled back and looked at me, the colour in her eyes lighter now. Had I managed to draw her out of the darkness that was threatening to take over?

  “You love me?” She smiled.

  “Of course I love you, I think I’ve loved you since the moment you stood up to me and screamed at me to leave you alone. No one has ever stood up to me like that before, scared of the consequences I guess.”

  “I’m not scared of you,” she quietly said.

  “Good, I don’t want you to be scared of me. I want you to be my Old Lady, forever.”

  “I can’t, not yet.” I went to talk and she placed her finger over my lips, I stuck out my tongue to taste her, much like she had done to me. “Mason, we haven’t even slept together yet.”

  “I don’t care,” I mumbled behind her finger.

  “We may not be suited in that department.”

  “Oh, baby, I know we’ll be suited, we’ll make love, fuck and move the fucking earth.” She smiled and blushed slightly. “So, is that a yes?”

  “Not yet, I’ll think about it. There’s still so much more you don’t know about me.”

  “Then tell me.”

  “I will, I promise. Just not yet.”

  “Ok, I’ll be patient and wait. But you will be mine and only mine. I’m in love with you, Cammie.”

  “I’m already only yours but taking the jacket is a big step, one I’m not quite ready for. I love you too, Mason.”

  Hearing those words come from her mouth was like music to my ears, I’ve only ever said those words to one other person but it never felt like this. We were only sixteen when we thought we were in love. Now this was the real thing.

  “I’m going to see if Heather needs any help with the babies.” Cammie stood on her tiptoes and kissed me. Before she could pull away, I wrapped my arm around her back, holding her tight against me. Using my other hand to tilt her head so I could deepen the kiss. After a couple of minutes, she placed her hand on my chest and pushed me back. I managed to pull her hair out of the band that was holding it on top of her head so it was now flowing around her shoulders. I liked it better this way, I liked being able to run my fingers through her hair. It was soft and silky to touch.

  “Do you want some lunch?”

  “Na, I’m good. Thanks, babe. I’ll be out in a minute.” I cleared my throat as I adjusted myself in my jeans. I couldn’t walk out in
to the clubhouse sporting a hard on, I’d get a club whore pushed at me.

  I watched Cammie run a hair brush over her head and apply some lip gloss, her eyes were still watery from crying but to me she still looked beautiful.

  “I’ll see you out there.” She smiled before she left the room.

  I grabbed the dirty clothes off the floor and shoved them into the clothes hamper, made the bed and cleaned up the bathroom. I was doing anything and everything I could to get rid of my excitement, though seeing Cammie again would probably just put me back to stage one again. I loved how my body reacted to hers and I couldn’t wait to get her naked and underneath me.

  I figured nothing was helping when I was thinking like that so I adjusted myself again and headed for the bar. I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard Cammie talking to Heather.

  “Why do you look so surprised? I know I’m not good enough for him. I mean, I’ve got baggage, I’m a club whore.”

  “No,” Heather told her. I picked up my pace.

  “I do not want to hear you say that again. Ever!” I bellowed behind them, my hands were fisted tightly by my sides as I stared at them. I walked slowly towards them not taking my eyes off my woman, she dipped her head and once I reached her I pushed her chin up so she had to look at me.

  “You are not a club whore. You’re my Old Lady. Got it?”

  “I haven’t said yes yet,” she softly spoke and I growled in response.

  “You will.” I kissed her quickly before walking away and into the bar.

  Chapter 3

  Cammie

  I hated watching my best friend Heather leave. She was on her way back to Devon with her family. Blade had to get back to his club and Heather wanted their kids settled in their own house. She begged me to go back with her but I knew I was in the place that I needed and wanted to be. The thought of walking away and leaving Mason made my chest ache, I was in love with him and I owed it to myself to see if I could truly be happy here with him.

  “Morning,” Mason grumbled as he wrapped his arms around me from behind and nuzzled his unshaven face into my neck.

  “Morning. Do you want some coffee?” I asked as I poured some coffee into a cup for myself.

  “Yes, please, babe.” I grabbed a cup out of the cupboard which was difficult to do when you had a muscled man attached to you. I poured coffee into the cup, adding two sugars and lots of milk.

  “Here you go.” I pushed the cup to the side of me. He didn’t let go or move. “Uh, Mase, you need to unwrap yourself from me.” I laughed. He shook his head and started kissing and nibbling on my neck. I let my head fall to the right, giving him more access, the scratch of his stubble sent heat straight to my core. I tried to wiggle out of his way which only caused my bum to grind into his manhood. I heard his breath catch in his throat.

  “You may not want to do that.” He pushed his hips forward and I could feel his hardness straining against his jeans. Shit, I felt awful. I was winding him up yet I couldn’t help him release it either. How long would he wait for me?

  I turned around in his arms, kissed him on the cheek and pushed him back with my hand on his chest. He looked at me confused, not moving too far away. The kitchen door opened and Ashlyn walked in. She was my closest friend now that Heather had left, the first time I met her was when we were both in the cold, dark, damp and smelly room at the Satan MC.

  “Oh, sorry,” she said as she went to walk away.

  “No, it’s ok. I was about to come and find you anyway,” I told her. Mason took a step back from me, keeping his back to Ashlyn. He not so subtly rearranged his jeans and I had to try not to laugh.

  “Oh, yeah? What about?” she asked as she walked into the room and poured herself some coffee. I hesitated, looking at Mason.

  “What?” he asked, bringing the coffee up to his lips.

  “Uh, girl talk.” I nodded my head towards Ashlyn and he nodded. Kissed me quickly and left the room.

  “What’s going on?” Ashlyn asked as Drake and Solar walked into the kitchen. I saw her eyes lock onto Drake’s and I had to nudge her to listen to me.

  “Ladies.” Solar smiled.

  “What are you guys doing up so early? I didn’t think the party finished til this morning?”

  “Not been to sleep yet, sweetheart.” Solar yawned, scratching a hand over his beard and grabbing the already made coffee that was in the pot.

  “And yet you’re having coffee?” I asked, eyebrows raised.

  “Yeah, no time to sleep. We gotta ride in a minute.”

  “What? No, no you can’t. That’s too dangerous.” I placed my hand on his arm so he would look at me.

  “We live in a biker clubhouse, danger is all around us. Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll be fine.” He palmed my face, smiling at me. I knew there was nothing sexual about the way Solar touched me, we had more of a brother/sister relationship and I surprised myself the most when I didn’t flinch or shy away from his affection.

  “We gotta… Get your motherfucking hands off my woman!” Mason yelled as he walked in as Solar’s hand was on my face.

  “Calm the fuck down, VP,” he said as his hand fell from me. I wasn’t doing anything wrong, was I?

  “Cammie, a word,” he bit out. I turned around to face him and all I saw was the kitchen door slamming shut.

  “Sorry, Cam,” Solar apologised.

  “Don’t worry. He’s just over reacting.” I pushed the door open, expecting Mason to be waiting for me and he wasn’t. I walked down the long hallway and stopped outside of our bedroom, I took a deep breath and pushed the door open; I wasn’t sure what I was going to be met with. I wasn’t doing anything wrong. The room was empty and I was worried that he had gone off on his ride, mad with me. I wasn’t going to see him for two days and I didn’t want there to be any strain between us.

  I quickly jogged down the hall, through the bar area and pushed the large door open, Mason was sitting on his bike, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Since when did he smoke? He looked up when he heard me, he jerked his head back, telling me to come to him. My feet didn’t hesitate and before I knew it, I was in front of him, throwing my arms over his shoulders. He threw his cigarette on the floor, grabbed my hips and picked me up like I was a bag of feathers and placed me on his bike so I was straddling him. I tightened my hold around his neck, his smell calmed me, it was shower gel and now smoke.

  “Hey, you ok?” he quietly asked in my ear as he ran his hand up and down my back.

  “I though you left,” I mumbled into his neck.

  “Cam, look at me.” I shook my head. “Cam?” I still didn’t move and next thing I felt was him wrapping my blonde hair around his fist and pulling gently until my eyes met his.

  “It didn’t mean anything, Solar is like a brother to me,” I rushed to say, I didn’t want him to be angry at me or Solar.

  “I know that, but it doesn’t look good him touching what’s mine,” he growled. “If I let him do it, the others will think its ok too.” My body froze after my mind registered his words. I didn’t want anyone touching me apart from Mason. His touch soothed and calmed me.

  “I’m sor...” My words were cut off when his mouth slammed onto mine and he pulled my body even closer to him. My body was starting to react differently to him, I would get hot, needy and I was sure my panties were starting to dampen. I hadn’t reacted this way since before my time at the Satan MC. Sex was always a huge part of my life and I wanted that feeling back, that connection with Mason.

  The sound of bikes revving up made me pull away from him. I looked over my shoulder and saw that Solar, Tat and Toes were waiting for him.

  “Be good, Drake is going to look after you and Ashlyn. I’ll see you in a couple of days.” I climbed off his bike and started to move away when he grabbed my hand and placed something in it. I looked down at the phone, confused. “My number is programmed into it. I’ll speak to you soon. I love you.”

  “Love you too, be safe. Please come home to me,” I mum
bled against his lips.

  “See you soon, babe.” After one last kiss, I stepped back and watched Mason put his helmet on, he started his bike, nodded his head at me and took off out of the compound.

  Chapter 4

  Mason

  I had made it my mission to track down and find any remaining Satan’s. They were a club that was full of bad blood. They gave the other clubs around here a bad rep. I had to fight with the rage that was in my chest so not to go out alone and kill every fucker that I came across. I needed to do this, I needed to get revenge for Cammie and I needed her to feel safe. I didn’t want her worried or constantly looking over her shoulder. I wanted her to be able to go out when she wanted and not worry that she would be hurt, tortured or kidnapped. What about when we had a family? I wanted them all to be safe.

  We all stopped as we pulled into the Pirates MC, the prospect recognised our cuts and let us straight in. The Pirates were based in the very south of Cornwall, their clubhouse backed straight onto a beach and several of them were keen surfers, they even went as far as printing the club patch onto their wetsuits.

  “Holes,” the Prez of the club greeted me. I pulled my helmet off and hooked it on the handlebar of my bike, climbed off my beloved black and chrome Harley Softail and shook his hand.

  “Prez.”

  “Come on in.” We all followed him inside. Their clubhouse was an old B&B and as soon as you walked in you could smell the beach and the sea. There were several small rooms downstairs; a TV room with large leather sofas and a big ass flatscreen. The next room was a dining room, several tables and chairs were scattered around and there was a small hatch on one wall that opened up into the kitchen. The reception area was turned into a bar and that was where most of the Pirates were. The wall that led from the reception to a large living area was knocked down to make a bigger room.

  “Holes,” Horror greeted me, standing up and shaking my hand. He was a large guy, covered in tattoos and a bald head. He was named Horror as watching horror movies got his blood flow pumping.