Page 77 of The Riders’ Reign

“A ring?” Camile squeaks. “I mean… that’s really a big commitment.”

Jack laughs softly. “Oh, did you think we’d let you walk away, now that we’re all head over heels?”

“Yeah, not happening.” Ghost tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

My fears ease. Jack wants this, all of us involved, as much as we do. Maybe he realizes it’s the only way to keep Camile happy. Or maybe he’s thinking about her safety. There’s a strength in numbers, and this is the way. Even if one or two of us are taken out, she still has the others.

Or perhaps this is an extension of the club, or a more condensed version, and he knows the club is where he’s the happiest. It’s always been like family for him.

Whatever his reasons, I just thank God he’s come to this conclusion.

This is my family now, too.

34

CAMILE

The picnic was so much fun. First, the picnic basket is straight out of my childhood dreams. Second, the food the ol’ ladies made for us was amazing. They insisted on doing it all when I asked if they’d let me use the kitchen. They packed stuff the guys love, but I also had all my dainty sandwiches and cupcakes, too.

Now we’ve eaten our fill, we’re chilling on the blanket spread out under a tree, the late afternoon sun warming our backs, and are sipping at virgin mojitos.

Rook prepared them, and they are delicious. These guys might be more than happy to break the law in some ways, but they don’t mess about with safety on the road. They would never drink and ride.

The day has warmed up, and the dappled sunlight and the babble of the river beside us has me sleepy.

Ace lies down at my feet, so I rest them on his lap. He slips off my shoes and massages my soles, and I exhale a breath of pleasure.

With a grunt, Ghost lies down, too, and I follow suit, curling onto my side so my head is on Ghost’s chest.

The warmth of a big body heats my back, and I know immediately without looking that it’s Jack. Rook’s fingers sift through my hair, from where he’s sitting near my head.

I am surrounded. Two men top and bottom of me, and one either side.

I let my eyes drift closed, loving this feeling of being protected by these hardened men. Even Jack doesn’t seem to mind the group vibe that’s going on, which is a surprise. We’d all been a little worried that he’d find it weird, but he seems completely relaxed.

“Want a swim in the river?” Ace asks after a while.

“You can’t just be, can you?” Ghost’s words are softened by his smile.

“We’ve been lying on this blanket for about twenty minutes. Not sure how long you want to Zen out, but I like to make the most of life. The river is meant to be great for swimming in.”

“It will also be cold,” I point out.

“I can think of something a lot more fun to do than swimming.” Rook gently scratches his blunt nails across my scalp. “I loved it when you took me and Ace at the same time.”

“And me,” Ghost says.

“Yes, but it was only us two in her pussy,” Ace clarifies with typical crudeness.

I shiver in response to the touch and the words. I’m wearing a soft, long-sleeved sweater, with a strappy top underneath, and no bra. It’s not my normal vibe, but it’s kind of cute. Rook smooths his hand over my hair and down my front, until it’s inside the top, cupping my breast.

Ace rolls onto his side and props himself up on elbow to watch. I’m still lying on my side, head on Ghost, Jack to my back.

“Wait, what?” Jack asks. “You took two dicks in your pussy at once?”

“Like a champ.” Rook pinches my nipple, making me arch into the pleasure and pain of it.

Part of me wants to stay like this forever, but another part, socialized by society to find shame in my desires, wants to get away. I’m suddenly overwhelmed by the sheer size and power of them all around me, and their crude words. It’s degrading as fuck, but it turns me the hell on, too.