Trusting Love (South Coast Brothers Book 3)

by Kacey Hamford

  “Oh, I’m gonna do more than kiss you.” He smirked and my eyes lit up. I wanted to feel him all over me; the heat from his skin, the roughness of his hands, the stubble from his face. He slammed his lips down onto mine and I immediately plunged my tongue into his mouth. I stood up on my tiptoes, trying to get closer to him. He knew what I was trying to do. He picked me up and I wound my legs around his waist, moving my body over the top of his. I needed to feel more of him. I let out a whimper and he pulled back.

  “Don’t stop,” I pleaded.

  “Not here.” He took a step back and my feet landed on the floor. He pulled my hand into his and we headed for his room. I was surprised when we stopped a few doors away. Mason banged hard on the door, whose room was this? I was surprised when I saw a naked Lottie answering the door, yawning.

  “Oh, hi, VP.” She smiled, reaching up and fluffing her long dark, curly black hair which, in turn, caused her breasts to bounce.

  “Get up, do your job or you’ll be out. Got it?” he sneered at her.

  “We’ve only been in bed for a couple of hours.” She yawned.

  “Not my problem, I will not have my Old Lady cleaning up when you four should be doing it.”

  “Old Lady?” she asked, sounding surprised. I pulled my hand out of Mason’s and stood at the side of the door, I didn’t really want to be standing there staring at her perfect body, she didn’t have scars. Why would Mason want me, when he could be with someone like her? Someone flawless.

  “Yes, she’s my Old Lady, not that I have to answer myself to you. Get the other girls up and get this place looking as it should be.”

  He turned away from the door and looked at me, smiling.

  “Now, where were we?”

  I walked over to his door and pushed it open. I stood still in the middle of the room, not sure what to do. He wrapped his hands around me from behind and I heard the door slam shut. I quivered in his arms, I really wanted to be with him but maybe I’m not cut out to be in this lifestyle anymore. Maybe I needed a fresh start, on my own, in another country.

  “What’s running through that pretty little mind of yours?”

  “Nothing.” I spoke so quietly I don’t know if he heard me. He spun me around to face him and his hands were on my hips again.

  “What’s going on?” I didn’t answer him, I stared at his chest. I felt his hands move under my t-shirt and his right hand was dangerously close to my scar. He would be able to feel it. When he moved again I jumped back away from him. I could feel the tears running down my face, I tried to stop them but they just kept coming and coming.

  “Hey, hey. What’s all this?” He placed his hands on either side of my face and used his thumbs to wipe away my tears. It was no use they wouldn’t stop falling.

  “I think I should go,” I whispered, stepping back from him again. I still couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eye.

  “Go?” he asked and I heard the word catch in his throat, I looked up and his eyes were full of worry. “You can’t go, you can’t leave me.”

  “I have to, I’m no good for you…”

  “Stop that. Have I ever made you feel like you weren’t good enough for me? That I wanted someone else? That I didn’t love you?”

  I shook my head. If I was completely honest with myself he made me happy, he made me smile and he made me feel like I finally belonged somewhere. That I was loved.

  “Then why are you threatening to leave me? Don’t you love me?” His fists were clenched at the side of his body. It wasn’t because he was mad, it was because he wanted to touch me and I had backed away from him. He was trying not to push me too much.

  “Mason, I do love you. I love you so much.” I placed my hand over my heart. “This belongs to you and only you. But I don’t think I can stay.”

  “I don’t understand, I love you, you love me and yet you wanna run away?”

  “I just… I… I’m… You have perfect girls out there, with hot bodies. Why would you want me when you can have them?”

  “Why would I want them, when I only have eyes for you? You’re mine, Cammie. I’m not letting you go.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

  “You’d keep me here against my will? Tie me up? Not let me leave? Just like they did!” I screamed the last bit.

  “What? Fuck, no!” He stepped closer to me and pulled me up against his chest, he placed his lips on my neck and took some deep breaths. He did this when he was angry or upset, this seemed to calm him down.

  “Do you see how much I need you?” His lips moved against my skin, his stubble scratching me. “You complete me.”

  A sob caught in my throat at his words, I needed him too. To chase away the bad dreams – I hadn’t had one single nightmare since being with him. To help me forget the bad times, but in order to do that and move on I needed to tell him, no I needed to show him.

  I took a step away from him and panic took over his face. I kissed him gently.

  “I’m sorry…”

  “No, Cammie, don’t do this. Please?” He went to grab me again and I took his hand in mine and squeezed it.

  “I’m sorry I haven’t been honest with you. I love you so much Mason and being with you has made me the happiest I’ve ever been.”

  “Then…” I placed my finger on his lips to stop him talking.

  “I’m trying really hard here. This isn’t easy for me.” I stopped talking and took a deep breathe. I let go of his hand, grabbed the edge of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head.

  “Cam, you don’t have to…” He stopped talking and his eyes zeroed in on my scar. “What’s that?”

  “I know, it’s horrible. This is why I shouldn’t be here, you can have any girl you want. One that isn’t scarred.”

  He dropped to his knees in front of me and gently glided his fingers over it.

  “When did this happen?”

  I gulped, took a deep breath and spoke about the memories that I had tried to keep hidden for so long. “The Satan MC. They done that right before Blade came and rescued me, said it was a message not to mess with them.”

  “Who did this?” He stood up, picked me up and we curled up on the small sofa together. I didn’t put my top back on, I needed to somehow be strong and find a way to bring my confidence back.

  “They called him Switch. He was about six foot, dark hair, beard and tattoos covering him. He liked to… He liked to use his switchblade as he found his release. He was the clubs VP. Ashlyn was his favourite. He was always dragging her away and keeping her away for days.”

  “Was he the one who took you from the Devon clubhouse?”

  “No, that was Preppy. He was very different from the rest of the guys. He wore his leather cut but he was always well dressed in trousers and polo shirts, he had slicked back blond hair and bright white teeth.”

  “Fuck, babe. I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

  “Yeah, but they were coming for Heather. I’m glad she didn’t have to go through that.”

  “Can you tell me anymore?”

  “Not today. I just want to feel you. Do you want me to leave?” I looked up at him.

  “Fuck, no. I love you, baby. I want you here with me, I want you as my Old Lady. The full works.” He smiled back at me. I stretched up so I could capture his lips in a kiss, it soon got heated and Mason pulled me into his lap, so I was straddling him. His hands were on my hips and as they began to explore my skin he touched over my scar and I shivered.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “No, it’s a bit sensitive. I’m just not used to anyone touching it.” I ran kisses over his jaw and down his neck. I pulled at the edge of his t-shirt, I wanted to feel his warm skin on mine. He sat up which caused us to be nose to nose which made me giggle.

  “I love that sound, I will always promise to make you smile.” He promised as he yanked his t-shirt off over his head and threw it onto the floor.

  “And I promise to make sure you never need to look for another woman.” I scooted back on
his knees and popped the button open on his jeans.

  “Cam, you don’t have to.”

  “Oh, so you don’t like having your cock sucked?” I had sunk to the floor in between his legs and looked up at him, my palms flat on his thighs.

  “Fuck, I’ve been dreaming about those lips.” I smiled and began pulling his jeans down, his hips rose off the sofa to help me. He wasn’t wearing any boxers and he was rock hard. I gasped when I saw the piercings. I knew he was a piercer and that his lip, eyebrow, tongue and nipple was pierced, but I didn’t know about these. I had never been with a guy who had his cock pierced before. I grabbed the bottom of his shaft and stroked upwards. I felt a barbell on the underside, he had one low on his cock by his balls and the same one the other side near his pelvis. I flicked the Prince Albert piercing on the top.

  “Oh shit,” he swore, laying his head back on the sofa. As my hand moved back down and gently over the piercings, I stuck out my tongue and played with the hoop in the tip of his cock. He was swearing, grunting and panting and I hadn’t even taken him into my mouth fully yet.

  “Take your bra off,” he demanded. I reached around and unclipped my bra at the same time as I pulled him into my mouth. I wasn’t sure how the piercings would feel and I was worried about hurting him. He glided in and out of my mouth easily, the two bottom piercings not making it into my mouth. I loved having control over him. I looked up at him and he was watching me. His hands were gripping onto the edge of the sofa so hard that his knuckles were turning white. I wondered if he was scared to touch me, in case he triggered a bad memory. This was one thing they never made me do. I knew that Mason loved to feel my hair when it was down and at the minute it was piled on top of my head again. I put it out of the way when I was cleaning. As I took him to the back of my throat again, I grabbed his right hand and placed it on my hair where my hair was tied up, I gave him an encouraging nod and he pulled the tie, causing my hair to fall around my shoulders. He tucked a piece behind my ear so he could see my face, my movements increased and his hold on my head tightened, I knew he was close. His chest was heaving up and down, a small line of sweat tricked down his forehead.

  “Cam, you need to stop.” I shook my head and palmed his balls with my free hand. I felt the first burst hit the back of my throat and I swallowed it down. I moaned at the taste, the vibration must have set him off as he swore, held my head still and filled my mouth with his release.

  Chapter 7

  Mason

  It literally scared the shit out of me when Cammie told me she was leaving me a few days ago. I was glad that she had opened up to me, showed me her scar. To me it didn’t change the way I felt about her, though it did give me more information to do what I set out to do.

  Bang.

  “Ok, church is in session!” the Prez called out after he slammed the gavel down. “First up, there has been some trouble down at ‘Maze’. Tat and Solar, I want you to go down there and find out what the fuck has been going on. Brandon, the head bouncer was very vague on the phone.”

  “Sure thing,” Solar answered.

  “VP, you’re up.” Prez gave me the control of church.

  “We had the meeting with the Devils, they gave us all of the info we were looking for and more information has become available. Toes, I need all the info you can get on Switch, the VP of the Satan’s and some little shit called Preppy.”

  “On it.” He didn’t wait, he started tapping away on his laptop.

  “What’s the plan when it comes to the Satan’s?” Drake asked.

  “We don’t rest until they are all dead. I want Switch for myself. No one else touches him, I want him alive.” They all nod in agreement.

  “Drake, make sure the girls have the bar full and ready for the party tonight. We have dancers coming in too. Make sure the stage is clear,” the Prez ordered.

  “Got it.”

  Prez slammed down the gavel and we all went about our business. As I left church, I looked around and saw Cammie in what looked like a heated discussion with Daisy. Daisy looked unsteady on her feet and Cammie looked like she was trying to hold her up. As I got closer, I heard some of the conversation.

  “What is it exactly that you have been doing?” Cammie asked.

  “None of your business,” Daisy slurred.

  “What’s going on?” I asked as I stepped up beside Cammie. She looked relieved, like she welcomed the support.

  “VP!” Daisy sung in her drunken state.

  “Daisy, it’s eleven in the morning, have you been drinking already?” I questioned her.

  “No, I haven’t stopped since last night.” She smiled, pleased with herself.

  “Ok, I think you need to sleep this off.” I grabbed the top of her arm and began pulling her towards the bedrooms.

  “Oh, am I gonna get lucky with the VP?”

  “No, you’re going to sleep,” Cammie said as she pushed Daisy’s bedroom door open. It was a complete mess, clothes everywhere, dirty cups and dishes on the floor. I pushed Daisy through the doorway and onto the bed, when I turned around Cammie had started picking up the dirty dishes.

  “Leave that, she can sort her own mess out and if she’s not careful she’ll be homeless soon too.”

  “I’m just clearing away the dishes and mugs, they are starting to grow mould.”

  “Fine, give them here.” She passed me the dishes and I threw them straight in the bin, grabbed the bin liner and walked out the door to chuck it in the outside bin. When I walked back into the clubhouse, I couldn’t see Cammie. I went to check our room and as I walked past Daisy’s room, Cammie was in there with her.

  She was great with other people, she was kind, compassionate and mainly, she was all mine. A glimpse of our future popped into my head, Cammie sitting on the side of the bed of one of our sick children, reading to him, giving him medicine, being the mum I know she wants to be. Just seeing her with Heather and Blade’s kids showed me how great she would be. She would be a natural and I couldn’t wait until the day I’d feel our baby growing in her tummy.

  “Hey, you ok?” Cammie asked as she stepped out of the room and quietly shutting the door behind her.

  “Yeah. Let’s go for a walk.” She smiled and nodded her head. I took her out of the back door and led her down the steps to the beach. It was fairly quiet, with only one small shop and a lifeguard hut. With the weather warming up it would soon be busier.

  “This is nice,” she said as I wrapped my arm around her back; her blonde hair was blowing in the wind. She stopped and stood in front of me and tucked her arms around my waist underneath my cut, nuzzling her face against my chest, yawning.

  “Tired, sweetheart?” She nodded, kissing my chest.

  “Well, someone did wake me up early.”

  “Oh? And are you complaining about that?”

  “No, it was a nice way to wake up. An orgasm is the best way to start the day.” She laughed.

  “It certainly is.” I loved that Cammie now slept beside me naked, she wasn’t as self-conscious about her scar and she had started using this special cream that helped it fade. I got the idea from Tat when I asked if he could cover it with a tattoo. He said that tattoos normally looked better when the scar was over a year old. It would be completely healed and not absorb the ink too much.

  “Let’s get an ice cream.” She started pulling me towards the shop, she stopped before going in the door. “Oh.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s shut, look.” She pointed at a poster that said closed, position available. “Mason, I can work here. It says enquire at the lifeguard hut. Come on.”

  “Hold on.” I pulled back on her arm, to stop her walking away.

  “What?”

  “You don’t need to work, babe.”

  “I want to work, this place is perfect. It’s close to the clubhouse. Please?”

  “Let’s at least see what they are offering, hours and pay.”

  “Thank you.” She beamed up at me as she jumped
into my arms and kissed the hell out of me.

  “Well, it may have its perks, there looks like there is a back room.” I winked at her and she giggled as I put her on her feet.

  “Let’s head over to the lifeguard hut and see if I can fill out an application.” I loved seeing her smile and who knew that the prospect of a job would make her this happy.

  Cammie pushed open the door to the hut and we couldn’t see anyone.

  “Hello?” she called out.

  “Well hello.” A young guy came walking out of the back room, long blond hair, wavy, I guess from being in the sea. He wasn’t wearing a top and had on a pair of red board shorts.

  “Hi, I’m Cammie.” She held out her hand for a handshake and he shook it. “I’ve come to ask about the position available in the shop.”

  “Oh, have you now?” He looked her up and down and I took a step closer behind Cammie to let my presence known and to show him that she was mine. I placed my hands on her hips and kissed the side of her neck that was exposed from her hair. She smiled up at me and the guy cleared his throat.

  “I’m Stuart, let me get Dan… Hey, Dan, there is a chick here about the job in the shop.”

  “Ideal!” Dan called back. He ran down some steps as Stuart ran up. I guess that was the lookout for the sea. Not that there was anyone in it.

  “Hi, I’m Dan. Nice to meet you.” He held his hand out for Cammie and then to me. That was polite, I respected him for that. Though I wasn’t keen on the fact that neither of these guys seemed to own a t-shirt.

  “Hi, I’m Cammie and this is M…”

  “Holes, VP of the Cornish Crusaders,” I cut Cammie off.

  “Oh, yeah. I think I recognise you. Me and my mate Cory have been up to some of your parties. They’re wild.” He laughed.

  “So, my girl wants some details on this job.”

  “Oh, sorry. At the minute, it’s quite quiet so we only open four days a week, ten to four. In the summer, it’s a lot busier and the shop will be open seven days a week, nine to seven, but we always get extra help in as that’s a lot of hours for one person.”