Whiskey Throttle (Crash &Burn Book 2)

by C. Davis

Camila reaches down between our bodies and cupped my balls, giving them a hard squeeze. I blew out a harsh breath and cursed under my breath. “Fuck, babe.”

  “Better get dressed, babe. I’ll be waiting for you in the kitchen.” Camila took my thumb in her mouth and bit down gently. She giggled as she released my balls as she pulled my thumb out of her mouth. She ran her tongue over the tip. When she pulled away, I felt my cock twitch.

  “Fuck, you’re so brutal and I fucking love it.”

  “See you in five.”

  Camila laughed on her way out of the room. I glanced down at my halfway erect member and fell back onto the bed, whispering to myself. “Gonna take longer than five minutes.”

  Once I’m calm and no longer have a stiff cock, I dressed and met Camila in the kitchen.

  “I’m gonna get you later for that.” I mouthed to Camila.

  Oliver turned and smiled when he saw me. “Lance, you hungry? I’ve been experimenting with my new batch of barbeque sauce. Made it last weekend.”

  “I’m starving. It seems I worked up quite the appetite with all the excitement.”

  I wasn’t referring to what happened at Gilmore Point. I was talking how I fucked the hell out of Camila.

  “Good because I just got done grilling them especially for the hero.”

  “Not a hero.” I muttered.

  “In my eyes, you are. You protected the only family I’ve got left. Austin is gone and The Royales are done.”

  “What happened after I left?”

  Oliver smirked.

  “Trust me when I say Austin won’t be bothering anyone ever again.”

  I raised my brow and cocked my head to the side.

  “He’s still alive, but he won’t be going anywhere but the loony bin.”

  Through the entire dinner, I couldn’t stop stealing glanced at Camila. I smiled to myself that I could make her glow. The blush on her was cute.

  “So,” Oliver started, “I take it you guys are officially back together. No more war?”

  I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and kisses her temple. “We are.”

  “Thank fuck.” Oliver breathed out, “So, I have another question. When are you gonna ask my sister to be your wife?”

  I took Camila's hand under the table and squeezed it gently.

  I knew Camila wanted to change the subject. So that’s what I did.

  “Where’s Trevor?” I changed the subject.

  “He’s in my room.” He replied with a frown.

  “Is he okay? You know, after…” I trailed off.

  “No, but he will be.” Oliver assured me.

  I leaned over and whispered to Camila. “Walk with me?”

  She bit her lip and gave me a sharp nod.

  I stood up and thanked Oliver for the food just as Trevor stepped into the room. Honestly, Trevor looked like shit. I gave him a single nod as I led Camila towards the door.

  “We’ll just…”

  “Go,” Oliver urged, “I have things to discuss with Trevor.”

  I pulled Camila by the hand, ignoring her pleas to slow down.

  “Lance, slow down!” Camila hissed.

  “Just a few more steps.”

  When we we’re at the edge of the driveway, I circled her neck and pulled her close.

  “Remember this?”

  “How could I forget? This is where we had our first kiss.”

  I leaned in and captured her lips in a slow but ravenous kiss. She parted her lips and invited me in. The smack of our lips was the only thing that could be heard in the still of the night.

  It’s funny how before Camila and I were enemies. All we did was fight each other. Now, we can’t stop making out like teenagers. Love does things to you. Just look at what happened to Murdoch. Even Trevor and Oliver seem to be falling for each other. And now, apparently me.

  We pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes. There wasn’t a hint of loathing or hatred. Just nothing but love and adoration for me. I know what I want. It’s what I’ve always wanted. This was the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I didn’t want to waste another moment away from her.

  “Lance?”

  “Hmm?” I hummed.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  I raised my hand and cupped her face, stroking her cheek. “Because I’ve been a damn fool all this time.”

  “What are…”

  “I’ve been a bastard to you but yet, you’re still standing here with me. Fuck babe, I don’t deserve you, but at the same time, I want to be selfish and keep you all to myself. I love you too much to let you go.”

  “You weren’t a fool, just got lost along the way. I’m still standing here because I love you for you, Lance. The real you. I don’t care that you’ve made mistakes. The flaws and imperfections is what draws me to you. You know why?”

  “W-why?” I choked out.

  “Because nobody is perfect. Anyone that says they are is a damn liar.”

  “Marry me.” I whispered.

  “Lance…”

  “You’re all I need, Senorita. Be my wife.”

  “No.”

  “It wasn’t a question, babe.”

  “I’m not going to marry you…yet.”

  I grinned and pecked her lips. “Yet? That sounds like a yes in my book.”

  “I don’t want to ruin Aubree and Murdoch’s big day.

  “Then, marry me after. Cami, will you marry me?”

  “Where’s the ring?” she raised a brow.

  “I have it in my room.”

  She gasped. “You have a ring?”

  “I’ve had that ring in my room since high school. Just as soon as Murdoch and Aubree are married, I’m gonna ask you again.”

  “Yes,” she whispered, “I’ll be yours.”

  “Babe, you’ve been mine since day one.”

  Epilogue: Part One

  Lance

  Murdoch and Aubree’s wedding was great. But the look on Murdoch’s face when Aubree announced her pregnancy was priceless.

  “Stop, it wasn’t that funny.” Camila chastised me.

  I laughed. “It kinda was. I mean, did you see his face when she said we do instead of I do? Fucking priceless, babe.”

  “Come on, we’re gonna be late to the party.”

  I kissed her forehead and led her out to my car. Camila furrowed her brows in confusion. “We’re not gonna take the bike?”

  I shook my head.

  “Not for what I have planned.” I threw her a wink.

  I slid into the driver’s side and slammed the door. I started it and glanced over at her when I revved it up. It roared to life. Just like Camila was about to. I pulled out of the driveway, heading towards the next town over.

  “Pull your pants down, babe.”

  Camila glanced over and took her bottom lip between her teeth. She shook her head as she looked out the window.

  “Lance, I don’t…”

  I grabbed her thigh and squeezed. Then, gave it a firm smack. “Pull. Them. Down.”

  Camila lifted her ass to pull them down and glared. “Happy?”

  “No. Panties too, babe.”

  She slid her panties down to her knees and leaned back in her seat. I licked my lips as she parted her deliciously sexy thighs. I turned right and parted her slit, sliding two fingers between her soft lips. I stroked her clit expertly as I drove down the street.

  "Oh... fuck, Lance!" She moaned loudly.

  I threw her a smirk.

  "I know babe, it's a rush."

  I purposely hit a bump in the road and slammed my fingers inside her. She threw her head back, clenching the door handle. Camila gripped my wrist with her free hand in attempt to pull them out. I chuckled at her failed attempt and curled my fingers.

  “I don’t think so, babe.”

  Her eyes flared with need as I pumped her harder.

  “Lance, please…” she whimpered.

  I swerved, pulling over to the side of the road and
slammed it in park. Camila jerked forward and moaned again. It wasn’t secluded, but I guess it’ll have to do. I retracted my fingers and adjusted my seat. “Get over here, babe.”

  Camila straddled me as I unzipped my pants. I groaned as she pulled her shirt up above her breasts. Camila reached down between our bodies and I swear I lost the ability to breathe. I thought she was going to slide my cock inside. But to my surprise, she didn’t. She gripped the hand that just fingered her and sucked the juices off.

  “You’re gonna make us late, babe.” I groaned as she slid down on me.

  “Shut up and fuck me already.” Camila growled.

  “You don’t have to tell me twice, babe. Ready to feel some power between your legs?”

  She smirked.

  “Always, Spelling.”

  Epilogue: Part Two

  Camila

  Lance and I stepped into the bar smelling like sex and sweat. He pulled me by the waist possessively as we headed to the large table.

  “About damn time, asshole.” Caine muttered as he shot Lance a glare.

  Lila elbowed him and hissed, “Stop!”

  I took a step forward only to be pulled back by Lance.

  “Stop it, your Murdoch is showing again.” I whispered.

  Murdoch threw Lance a smirk and said. “Yeah brother, your Murdoch is showing.”

  The party was supposed to be for Murdoch and Aubree. It was to celebrate the good news of Aubree being pregnant.

  Lance pulled out a seat and gently pushed me into the chair. He stood behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders. Something was definitely going on and it had nothing to do with Murdoch and Aubree. I glanced at Aubree and mouthed, “What?”

  She shook her head and leaned on Murdoch’s shoulder. Vincent cleared his throat and gave Lance a single nod. Lance took a seat next to me and intertwined our fingers.

  “What the hell are you doing, Spelling?” I hissed under my breath.

  “Well,” he chuckled nervously, “I thought I was taking my woman out to celebrate with our friends.”

  I jerked my hand away only for him to yank it back and kiss my knuckles. I could hear the laughter and hollers from our friends and family. They were laughing at our banter.

  “Who said I was yours?” I teased.

  “I did. You’re mine, babe. Do you need a reminder of what happened on the way over here?”

  “No,” I shook my head and rolled my eyes, “We all know who owns who in relationship.”

  Lance stood up and pulled me up with him, catching me by the waist. I wrapped one arm around his neck as he pulled me closer to his chest. He tipped his head and kissed me. Right in front of our friends and family. Although, it was like they weren’t here with us.

  These were the moments I loved.

  Me.

  Him.

  Getting lost in each other.

  “Marry me.” Lance whispered.

  “Lance, I thought we agreed…” I trailed off.

  “Aubree and my brother are fine with it.” Lance murmured.

  I glanced at Aubree and she gave me a thumbs up. Murdoch shot me a wink.

  Lance reached into his pocket and held out a ring. “Cami, I’ve had this ring for years. Well, maybe not years, but still a long time. It’s been burning a damn hole in my dresser. So Camila, will you marry me? Say yes, babe. Become Mrs. Spelling… be mine.”

  “On one condition, say that you’ll be mine as well.”

  He slid the ring onto my finger and whispered. “Senorita, I’ve been yours since day one. I’m at your mercy, babe.”

  “Then, yes. I’ll marry you.”

  THE END

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