Trusting Love (South Coast Brothers Book 3)

by Kacey Hamford

  “Horror, good to see you, man. How’s it going being a VP?” We walked over to the bar and a small woman with bright red hair looked up at us.

  “Two beers, Dixie.” She nodded, turned around and bent down to the fridge, ass high up in the air. Her shorts were so short I thought her pussy was going to show. “Fancy a bit of that while you’re here?” he asked, nodding towards the red head.

  “Na, I got an Old Lady at home.”

  “Ah, she’ll never know, man. That’s the great thing about being a VP, all the ladies want us and they want to please us.” Dixie placed the two bottles in front of us and gave me a wink. There was one thing for sure, my dick wasn’t going near any female except for my Cammie.

  Cammie

  I was sitting at the bar sipping on a pear cider while Penny, the club bunny who was in charge of the bar, was wiping down tables, stocking the bar ready for the party tonight, which I would not be attending, not without Mason here and especially as I hadn’t exactly accepted the leather cut yet.

  “Hey, you ok?” Ashlyn asked as she sat on the bar stool beside me. I smiled weakly at her. “Penny, can I get a strawberry cider please?” Penny grabbed a cider for Ashlyn and passed it to her.

  “Can we talk?” I asked.

  “Sure, wanna go outside?” She knew that it would be more private, with no bunny ears listening in. I nodded and followed her outside, a few of the prospects and other club girls were hanging around the picnic benches, smoking. Ashlyn led me around the side of the clubhouse and towards the small park that was built for the Prez’s kids.

  “Where are you two going?” Drake questioned as he followed us.

  “To sit on the swings and talk,” Ashlyn replied. “Alone.”

  “Ok, I get it. Girl talk and all that. Just don’t leave the club grounds. Mason will have my balls cut off and I’m quite attached to them.” He winked at Ashlyn, laughing.

  “We won’t, I promise.” He nodded his head and wandered away and we got comfy on the swings.

  “Spill it,” Ashlyn said before I even had a chance to talk.

  “Is something going on between you and Drake?”

  “What? No. Anyway we’re talking about you, not me.”

  I took a deep breath and asked what I wanted to know.

  “Have you, um… Had sex since the Satan’s?” She shifted on the swing, took a long gulp from her bottle and looked at me.

  “Just once.”

  “Really? Here?” She nodded. “With who? How was it? Were you scared?”

  “I was drunk, it was with one of the locals. Cory, you know the tall one, with the dark Mohawk. I was feeling lonely and needed to feel something. He was good, gentle. I kicked him out straight after we finished.”

  “Really?” I laughed, I never imagined Ashlyn to be a hit it and quit it kind of girl. “Do you regret it?”

  “No, not really. I was glad that I didn’t wait and did it, else the panic would have taken over. I just made sure he didn’t pin me down, it was quick and I wasn’t naked. I didn’t want him to see…” Her voice caught in her throat and I knew she was talking about the scars on her body. Mine were bad enough but she had been there longer than me, she had twice as many. She was the one that told me not to scream, not to cry because they fed off that. She helped me in any way that she could, we bonded when we were in a horrible situation and I was so concerned for my own life that I didn’t even know she left the Devon Destroyers clubhouse and disappeared.

  “Have you and Mason not…”

  “No, we’ve done stuff. He’s not seen my scar.” I placed my hand on my tummy, I could feel the ridges on my scar that the knife left through my thin t-shirt.

  “Do you want to?”

  “Yes, I really do. I love him and my body is slowly starting to come back to life. I’m just scared that I’ll freak out on him.”

  “He loves you. He’ll be gentle, considerate. You got the best of the bunch there.” She smiled.

  “Yeah, so nothing going on between you and Drake?” I asked again, hopeful of some gossip.

  “Nope, he’s hot. That’s it.” She shrugged her shoulders and finished off her drink.

  “Come on, ladies, party is starting soon!” Drake called out. “The locals are coming in tonight.” Just as he said that a tall guy with a dark Mohawk came up behind him. I nudged Ashlyn in the ribs and nodded towards the guys.

  “Hey, Ash,” Cory said. Drake turned around and glared at him.

  “Hi, Cory.” She smiled walking towards both men.

  “Fancy a drink?” he offered. I nudged her again, I wanted her to be happy and he seemed like a nice enough guy.

  “Sure.” She walked past Drake and he didn’t take his eyes off of her until she had disappeared into the clubhouse and was out of sight.

  “You got it bad,” I sung as I waked up to Drake.

  He cleared his throat.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “You like her, don’t you?” He placed his hand on my lower back and steered me into the clubhouse.

  “Don’t know what you mean, I appreciate a hot woman. Just like you.”

  “I wouldn’t let Holes catch you saying that.” Prez laughed as he walked out of his office.

  “Just saying what I see, Prez.”

  “You know the club women are off limits,” he reminded him.

  “I’m just looking, no touching going on here. I’m glad it’s locals’ night tonight.”

  “Go and find one of the local girls to sink into, leave my girls alone.” Drake saluted him and walked away, he grabbed the first local girl he came across and shoved his tongue down her throat.

  “You need me to do anything tonight?” I asked the Prez.

  “You don’t work here, Cammie.”

  “Oh, I know that. I can serve at the bar, dance if you need me to?”

  “No way, VP would go mad. Enjoy your night.” He kissed the top of my head, much like I imagined a father would do and walked away.

  Chapter 5

  Mason

  How you doing sexy? Mason

  Hi, I’m missing you. You ok? Cammie

  Yeah just havin some down time before the party tonight. Mason

  Oh, there’s a party? Cammie

  Yeah. No need to worry sweet one. I’m all yours. Mason

  Glad to hear it. I’m bored. Cammie

  I’ll keep you occupied when I get home. Mason

  They won’t let me work here. I need to get a proper job. Cammie

  I stopped texting Cammie and hit the call button instead.

  “Hello,” she answered.

  “What the fuck do you mean when you said ‘they won’t let me work here’?”

  “No, Mason, not like that. I meant behind the bar, on stage or something.”

  “You are not getting up onto that fucking stage. You are my Old Lady, you do not dance. No one gets to see your body except for me.” Well even I don’t get to see it. I climbed off the bed and started pacing in the small room that was mine for tonight. I needed to get home, I would have to leave and let the guys deal with the other club that was joining us tonight. We couldn’t pass up on this chance of getting the info we needed. “I’ll be home in a few hours,” I bit out.

  “No, Mason. Please stay and get what you need, I’m not working at the club. I’m in your room, in your bath tub, using Penny’s bubble bath.”

  “Penny’s? Why are you using Penny’s? And now I want to be in that tub with you.” There was silence on the other end of the phone and I had to check the display to see if we had been disconnected.

  “Yeah, I had to borrow some from Penny as you didn’t have any.”

  “That’s because I don’t use the tub, I shower.” I pulled the phone away from my ear when I heard a beep. The front display read; New Message from Cammie. “Why are you sending me messages?” I opened the message just as she giggled on the end of the phone. “Shit.” The picture was of Cammie in the tub, bubbles covering most of her. All I could see was
her bright blue eyes, beaming smile and the tops of her glorious breasts.

  “Did you like it?” she asked softly.

  “Fuck yeah, I’ll be using that picture later when I’m all frustrated thinking of you naked and in my bath tub.”

  “Mason!” She gasped.

  Knock. Knock.

  “Shit, babe. I gotta go. I’ll call you later. Love you.”

  “Love you too.”

  I hung up the phone, slid it into my jeans and pulled the door open. Tat was standing in front of me. His hands were shoved inside his jeans pockets and he was rocking on his feet.

  “They’re here.” I nodded, followed him out of my room and closing the door behind me. We walked to the large bar area, the Pirates MC were standing around the room staring at the small group of bikers that were leaning against the bar talking to the red head.

  “Dixie, out!” Prez shouted. She did as she was told and quickly hurried away. I walked into the middle of the room and faced the VP from the Devils Descendants.

  “Well, well. Look who it is. Holes.” He nodded his head and I held out my hand for him to shake. He took it and we both sat down at the nearest table, my brothers standing behind me and his behind him. “What can we help you with?”

  “I need everything you’ve got on the Satan MC.”

  He winced, running his hand over his face. He pressed his tattooed forearms onto the table and leant forwards. “What are you doing messing with a bunch of bikers like them?”

  “They took something of mine and I want revenge.”

  “I heard your buddies from the Devon Destroyers took care of that.”

  “They thought they did, killed loads of them and burnt their clubhouse to the ground. There are more of them out there. I need to know where their new clubhouse is, rumours say they’re in Cornwall.”

  “Sorry, can’t help you.”

  “Bullshit!” I shouted, kicking my chair out from under me as I stood up in a rush.

  “Holes,” the Prez warned me.

  “You wouldn’t have travelled here to talk to me, on neutral ground to say you couldn’t help.”

  The Pirates MC were known for trying to keep the peace, some say they are more laid back and relaxed because they are way out here with the sea and beach surrounding them. This is a clubhouse a lot of MC’s come to when they needed neutral territory.

  “What do I get in return?” he asked, folding his hands together on the table top as I looked down over him.

  “What do you want?”

  “A favour in return.”

  “What is it?”

  “Don’t know yet, but you have to do whatever I need you to.”

  “Holes,” Tat said behind me. He didn’t like what I was about to agree to.

  “Done.” I held out my hand and he shook it, I just made a deal with the Devils. “Now, give me all the details. I want Intel on every Satan that’s still alive.”

  “Tap.” A shorter guy with blond hair stood up carrying his laptop. “Send everything you got to…” He stopped talking and looked at me. “Where do you want it sent?”

  “Toes, give him the details. Thank you.” I shook his hand and started to walk away.

  “I’ll be talking to you very soon.”

  I stormed out of the back door and was met with sand. I walked towards the sea and pulled my cigarettes out of my pocket; I had trouble lighting it as it was windy. I turned my back on the sea, cupped my hand around my fag and flicked the lighter. I breathed in a lung full of nicotine, this was the one thing apart from Cammie that calmed me.

  “I don’t know if that was the right thing to do, man,” Tat said from behind me. I didn’t acknowledge him, I didn’t turn around. If this was his woman I’d like to see him deny her the protection she needed. The peace of mind it would give her to know they were well and truly gone.

  “You don’t know what shit he is gonna expect from you or how dangerous.”

  “Did we get what we needed?”

  “Toes is just downloading all the details now.”

  “Then come back when you have information for me,” I snapped. I needed time to think, I needed more information either from Cammie or Ashlyn. I needed to know what bastard took my girl and tortured her. He would be sorry he ever laid a finger on her.

  Chapter 6

  Cammie

  I got out of bed early and started cleaning up after the party last night. I didn’t attend, without him here, I didn’t want to risk anyone thinking that I was a club whore. Drake was here to look after me and Ashlyn but I knew he would be busy working his way through the local women. The ones he was allowed to touch. Technically, Ashlyn wasn’t property of the MC but they vowed to protect her so that meant Drake wasn’t allowed to touch her either.

  I was dumping all the empty bottles into a bin, cleaning down the sticky tables and trying to get the passed out bodies up. I was used to seeing naked people so it didn’t bother me. I came across Titch, one of the newest prospects, he was short with long dark hair that touched his shoulders, tattoos covering just his arms and dark hair covering his chest. He was laid on the sofa with two girls either side of him. I nudged his foot with mine and his eyes popped open. His arms were crossed above his head and he raised an eyebrow at me, asking what I was doing.

  “You need to get up, the guys will be back soon.” He looked to both his sides, smiling. I’m sure he was remembering what had happened last night.

  “Well, sweetheart, I need to sort that out first.” He nodded to his manhood, which was fully erect. “So, unless you want to watch, I suggest you leave us in peace.”

  I stood in front of him, not really registering what he was saying. I only started moving away when he pulled the red head up over him and impaled her onto his cock. She let out a cry, throwing her head back. I turned around to leave and was almost knocked over by Daisy storming past me and out of the front door. Daisy was Heather’s sister. She was also married to the last VP, Hitch, until he was killed. She didn’t want to leave the club and no one seemed to know how well she was handling him being gone. She seemed fun and carefree when we first arrived, but now she was quiet, moody and was never usually around much.

  “Am I in your way?” I called out after her. The noise of skin slapping together and moans had me leaving the bar and heading into the kitchen. I was surprised by the mess, it looks like someone wanted a late night snack. There was bread, butter and meat left out on the kitchen worktop. Tomato sauce was slowing dripping down over the side and onto the floor. At least this would keep me busy for a little while. I rolled up my sleeves and got stuck in.

  “What you doing?” I heard behind me, making me jump. I looked over my shoulder to see Drake staring at me.

  “Building a rocket.” I rolled my eyes at him and he let out a loud laugh. “What a silly question, Drake.”

  “I meant, why are you cleaning?” He crossed his arms over his chest, making his dark t-shirt pull tight over his biceps.

  “Because it’s a mess.” I turned back around and carried on with the job I set out to do.

  “VP will be home soon, he won’t be happy if he sees you in here cleaning.”

  I knew that Mason didn’t want me working in the clubhouse, but I needed to do something to keep me busy. I was going stir crazy in here, I’ve never been one to sit back and let others run around after me. I needed to be active.

  “Yeah, I know. I’m just about finished anyway.” I put the cleaning supplies away and started making a batch of coffee.

  “Here, I can do that.” He took the jar of coffee out of my hands.

  “Drake, we’re supposed to look after you guys…”

  “The club bunnies are, not the Old Ladies.”

  “But, I’m not…”

  “You are.” He pulled a couple of mugs out of the cupboard above his head as I grabbed the milk out of the fridge. He finished making the coffees, adding sugar into mine. He passed me a cup and I smiled at him as I inhaled the smell of sweet aroma. One thing I
couldn’t live without was coffee.

  “I’m going to enjoy this and catch up on the news,” Drake said as he was about to leave the room.

  “Um, Titch was in there and not alone.”

  “What the hell. I’m gonna move his scrawny, pale ass.” He placed his hand on the door and as he pushed it open, he turned back towards me. “No more cleaning.” I went to argue. “I mean it, Cammie.” I nodded and took a small sip from my mug. Drake turned to walk away and stopped abruptly.

  “Oh, hey VP.” My head shot up and a smile covered my face as I saw the handsome face of my man. But he wasn’t looking at Drake his eyes were burning into me, I couldn’t read his expression, he wasn’t smiling and he wasn’t scowling. I took a step closer and Drake hurried away.

  “I’m glad your home, I missed you.” I placed my hand flat on his chest and stood up on my tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. When he didn’t return it I took a step back and finished off my coffee.

  “Why have you been cleaning?”

  “I was just cleaning up after the party, it kept me busy while waiting for you to come home…”

  “You do not do the job of the club bunnies,” he cut me off. “Where the hell are they?” I shrugged my shoulders. I was up early, I didn’t sleep well and I was too excited about seeing Mason today. He grabbed the empty mug out of my hand and placed it on the kitchen side. When he stood back up to his full height he placed his hands on my hips and guided me back against the wall. I never took my eyes off his pale blue ones, they were swimming with desire. Just that look alone had my underwear wet. I loved how my body reacted to him and I was ready to be with him completely. I wanted him to erase all the bad memories, I wanted to only feel his touch on me. I wanted him to own my body and soul.

  “Cammie.” His lips were close to my ear.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “You do not clean. Ok?” His hands travelled up from my hips until they were touching the underside of my breasts. I nodded slowly, not taking my eyes off him. “Words, I want to hear the words.”

  “Yes,” I whimpered. I wound my arms around his neck and pulled him in even closer so we were chest to chest. “Now, kiss me.”