Page 41 of The Riders’ Reign

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I hate being so fucking broken and useless.” My voice is gruff with emotion. I’d give anything to be back on my bike, a gun jammed down the back of my jeans, helping the others get Ghost back.

Camile slips her hand under the sheets and covers my cock with her palm, giving me a little squeeze. Pleasure shoots through me, and I suck in a breath, my cock hardening instantly.

She bites her lower lip. “Not all of you is broken.”

She gets to her feet. She’s wearing a short dress, and, even in my condition, it’s hard not to notice her beautiful legs.

She wriggles out of her panties, a seductive little smile on her face, and hides them under my pillow. At first, I think she’s just giving me a gift, but I can see she has more in mind.

“Camile, what are you doing?” There’s warning in my tone, but also a hint of excitement.

“Nothing.” She innocently flutters her eyelashes. “Just want to entertain you. I can’t have my man being bored in bed, now, can I?”

My gaze flicks over her shoulder to the door. There’s no lock on it, for safety reasons, and anyone could walk in at any moment—doctors or nurses. I don’t know why, but the thought makes my cock twitch.

“I’ll be careful of your injuries, Jack, I promise. If it’s too much, just tell me to stop.”

I’m not sure what she has in mind, but I don’t think there’s any chance of me telling her to stop. I could probably rupture an organ and keep my mouth shut.

She climbs onto the bed and swings her leg over my hips. She pulls the sheet down to my thighs, revealing my extremely unflattering hospital gown.

“This has to be the unsexist outfit I’ve ever been wearing while with a woman,” I grumble.

She giggles. “You’re always sexy to me. And don’t worry, we won’t full on fuck, okay? I don’t want our first proper time together to be in a hospital bed. Just let me make you feel good.”

All she has to do is pull up the hem of the hideous gown and she exposes my cock. She was right in saying not all of me is broken. I’m already big and hard for her. She sucks in a breath at the sight of my pierced dick and lightly brushes her thumb over the head, making it jump.

“Oh, my,” she says, all breathily. “You really are a big boy.”

She’s seen my dick before, of course, but never quite this up close and personal. But then she catches sight of my bandaged thigh, and her lower lip wobbles, but I reach out and tilt her chin back toward my face.

“Don’t worry about that,” I tell her.

“Tell me if I hurt you.”

“You could never hurt me.”

She doesn’t put her bodyweight on me, but her short skirt and panty-less pussy means I get an incredible view. Her thighs are smooth and taut, her pussy pink and wet. Her tongue flicks out and licks her lips, and she wraps her hand around my girth and gives me a few experimental pumps.

The touch of her fingers on me is incredible. I’m leaking precum, and she rolls her thumb over my cockhead, smearing my lubrication around and flicking the piercing there so sparks of pleasure go through me. Then she scoots up closer and changes the angle of her hips, so her pussy is pressed right up against my length.

Camile gives a little pant of arousal, her breasts lifting and falling beneath her dress. I glance past her, to the door, but it’s still shut. I hope no one walks in and sees this. We really should have wedged something against it.

Using my cock like a dildo, she rubs herself against it, smearing me with her wetness. She’s so soft and hot, and I groan with need.

“Fuck, I want you,” I tell her. “I want you so badly.”

“No. This is all you’re getting. You can’t fuck me yet. You’re not well enough, and like I said, I want our official first time to not be in a hospital bed.”

I agree with her, but hell… I’m not sure I can take much more. She continues to stroke herself on me, using both her hand and pussy to press my dick hard against her.

“Just the tip, Baby-girl. Please. I need to be inside you.”

She gives me a flirty smile and continues to move on me. “That would be very naughty when you’re sick. I don’t want you having a heart attack or something.”

She’s teasing me, bad girl.

“You’re already giving me a fucking heart attack. Come on, just let me feel what your pussy is like. We’ve wasted so much goddamned time, Camile, that you can’t do this to me and expect me to wait even more.”