Too Easy to Love: Take It to the Limit, #3

By Moira Rivers

Two rival Motorcycle Clubs. Billionaires. Mafia bosses. Bad girls. Badder boys. Lies. Deceit. Collusion. Defeat. Love. Hate…

One man. One woman. Too much hate. Too much love.

Faith and Cameron find themselves in the direct spotlight of their fighting families. Families which hope for the death for one another.

Romeo and Juliet had nothing on Faith and Cameron. The Montagues and the Capulets, the Hatfields and the McCoys—pfft. Nothing on the Shaws and the Russos.

And yet, they overcame the family rivalry, the deadly competition which led to Faith's parents death, the criminal activities which risk life and limb.

Or did they?

One death leads to the downfall of everything Faith and Cameron dreamed of. Everything they wanted.
And now, the promise of new life can lead to the end of it. Or can they find a new beginning?

• Language: English
• Publisher: MoiRiv
• Release date: May 3, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201064754

Book preview

FAITH

The day became a blur the longer Cameron held me in his arms. I’d expected to come back to my apartment and fall over from exhaustion. I’d never imagined opening my door and finding him waiting for me. Tomorrow, I’d have to thank Mac for getting a hold of Cameron for me.

His eyes overflowed with fury, and every muscle in him tensed while he glanced over my bruised face once more. He carried me from the living room to my modest bedroom and gently set me on my feet. I needed to get out of these clothes. The blood had dried hours ago, and the fabric was stiff. I hadn’t even seen how bad my ribs looked yet. Hell, I hadn’t even looked in a mirror. I wasn’t sure I wanted to see the mess Chuck had made of my face.

I lifted the hem of my shirt, but the soreness in my arms and side made it impossible to get it over my head.

Cameron took my hands and told me to let him. Moving with more control than I thought possible for him right then, he eased one of my arms through the sleeve of the shirt, then the other. With a whispered curse, he tossed the ruined shirt out into the hall. He knelt and helped me get out of my boots next. There was so much I wanted to say to him, but his presence overwhelmed me.

I needed him to show me I’d made it out of that gallery alive. That this wasn’t a dream, and I wasn’t the one who bled out on the floor. My body was battered and bruised, though. I wasn’t in the best state to be the lover Cameron was used to.

As if reading my mind, he straightened. His fingers hovered over my left side. Then he lifted my chin and moved so our bodies were pressed together. Do you trust me? he whispered, his breath warm and inviting against my lips.

Always, I breathed. Cameron.

Shh. He kissed me softly, then whispered, Close your eyes, Faith. I’ve got you.

I did as he said and let my eyes drift shut. He kissed one eyelid followed by the other. His hands hovered over my bare skin, but not yet touching. More fabric hit the floor. I wondered if it was his shirt, then there were two thuds of boots. The temptation to look almost had me opening my eyes. I wanted to take in the sight of his half-naked body. Then his hands were at my shoulders, pushing my bra straps down my arms. His warm lips kissed my bare skin and up my neck. He skillfully avoided the bruises on my cheek while his hands eased around my ribs to undo the hooks of my bra. It fell to the floor, and I sighed the moment his hand cupped my breast.

Too long. It’d been too damn long without him.

The glide of his palms over my body chased away the aches left behind from my fight with Chuck. Cameron’s mouth found mine again. His tongue flicked against my lower lip, and I opened my mouth for him. His kiss was deep and as hungry as mine was. Our tongues danced. His hands slipped to my hips. Seconds later, he had my pants undone. Lowering himself once again, he pulled the rest of my clothing down my legs. With my pants gone, he backed me toward the bed and sat me down on it.

His hands left my skin for a moment. The sound of the rest of his clothes being discarded had me rubbing my thighs together, trying to alleviate the budding want at my core. His mouth pressed against my right knee, his hands following. They smoothed up my thighs to my hips, then back down, spreading my legs for him. I parted them gladly, trembling in anticipation of his touch. The roughness of his palms heightened my desire, moving up my inner thighs, then back to my knees. I raised my hips a little, beckoning him forward.

The bed shifted beside me. Cameron’s lips met mine at the same time he pressed his hand to my sheath. His fingers sought out my bead, massaging it in intense, lazy circles that had me clutching at his arms to keep myself upright. His tongue plunged into my mouth and his fingers thrust within my depths.

I gasped at having his fingers fill me over and over. His thumb teased my clit, and I sucked hard on his tongue. He groaned against my mouth, and his kiss became greedier, though he didn’t make a move to lay me back and take me. I didn’t want to come apart without him. The fight at the gallery had reminded me how fleeting our lives were. Neither of us knew what the dawn would bring.

If this was to be our last time together, I was going to have him inside me when I gave myself over to the pleasure.

Cameron. I dug my nails into his arms, sensing that moment of release building fast. You, I rasped. I need you. I tried to pull him onto the bed with me, but he didn’t budge.

Not yet, he grumbled.

His fingers plunged in deeper, and I shuddered. How did he do this to me without hardly any effort at all? I reached between our bodies and captured his hand. With you, I said, finding it hard to form words. I opened my eyes and stared deeply into his. I want it with you.

Cameron moved away from my body and climbed onto the bed. Our lips hardly parted while he situated himself with his back against the headboard, then helped me straddle his lap. Not once did he touch the bruises on my side. I rubbed my wetness along his hardened shaft, his reaction pushing me closer to ecstasy.

Faith, he uttered. Damn it, Heartless.

I raised myself up higher and slowly lowered myself over his cock. He pierced my body in the most beautiful way. I sank down until he was seated completely within me. I ground against him, relishing in the sensations it ignited inside me. When I began to ride him, it jarred my aching body. I tried to hide my wince, but Cameron held my hips steady, stopping me from moving. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, then he raised his hips, thrusting up into me. Our bodies smacked together each time he filled me. I was so close to climax already, it wasn’t going to take me long.

Faith, he whispered. Look at me.

I shifted my gaze to his, sucked in by the intensity of his love. From the strain in his neck, he was close. Needing that last little nudge, I pinched my nipple with one hand and rubbed my clit furiously with the other. He cursed and sped up, pounding into my body but never causing me any discomfort. The pleasure built, then I was quivering, clenching him in my sheath, while my moan turned into a cry. He thrust into me once more, then his hips jerked, and he brought us down together, keeping himself inside me. His orgasm set off a second one for me, and I sagged forward, my body flooded with a level of ecstasy I never knew I could reach.

I laid on his chest, his heavy breathing lifting me up. He smoothed his fingers through my hair, then down my back. I would’ve been content not to move the rest of the night, but I needed a shower, if nothing else.

Care to help me? I asked him, sitting up and carefully separating our bodies. I think there might still be blood in my hair.

Cameron’s jaw clenched. He said nothing, but moved off the bed, offered me his hand, and waited. I took it, and we headed into my small bathroom to get cleaned up. The entire time we were under the hot spray of water, he didn’t say a word. He washed my hair for me and lathered up my body from head to toe. If only he could wash away the memory of the attack in the gallery, I could forget what I’d done to that man.

I could forget what he’d almost done to me.

Once we finished, he dried me off and asked if I wanted to put clothes on. Having anything separating me from the heat of Cameron’s body was out of the question. I guided him back to bed, and we laid down, me sprawled over his chest. For a while, there was only a heavy silence. His body continued to hum with his anger. I kept waiting for him to ask me more questions, but he merely ran his fingers down my spine then back up. They stilled at one point near my shoulder blade, tracing the small tattoo.

It’s a tree, he whispered.

I figured if I was going to be stuck with it for life, I was going to make it worthwhile. I wanted it to remind me of you in case... I trailed off, not wanting to voice those words after what Cameron had discovered at the docks.

In case I was killed, he said, and I sat up.

What did they do to Santo?

Faith.

No, no more secrets. We’re in this together, and you’re going to have to accept that.

The more I tell you, the deeper into this mess you’ll get pulled. He lightly ran his fingers over my cheek, his brow furrowing. I can’t stand to see you hurt again or hear that you had to take a life. This isn’t what I want for you.

When you’re ready to leave this life behind, I will be, too. I kissed the center of his palm. Is that what you’re telling me? You’re ready to walk away right now?

His lips thinned, and his eyes narrowed.

That’s what I thought. Now, tell me about Santo. You already know what I went through.

Cameron rolled his eyes heavenward, then gave in. They killed him before anyone knew he was missing, then emptied out one of our containers and replaced the goods with his body.

I tried to process what Cameron was telling me.

They put his body in the container? I whispered. Before it was delivered?

I don’t know how they did it, he replied. There were rose petals all around him, too. They really took their time with it. They left the same message you’d seen, too.

Say goodnight.

A chill ran through me. I could only imagine what he’d gone through in those few moments, seeing those words, finding Santo’s body, then getting a call from Mac saying to get to my place with no further explanation.

Cameron ran his hands through his black hair, his muscles taut with frustration. His hair was longer than the last time I saw him, tangled and unruly. There was stubble on his jaw, too. The weight of the last couple of weeks was visible in the exhaustion he tried to hide from me. It was there, as was the stress in the lines on his face.

My getting attacked wasn’t helping matters.

I wanted nothing more than to hug him, but he shook his head, and I stilled. His eyes turned calculating while he thought over recent events.

They want to take us both down, he said. The Dragons and the Jackals are the only two things standing in the way of the Black Thorns claiming this city as theirs. The smaller gangs won’t stand a chance.

So, the enemies have a common enemy, I replied.

There were heavy implications in my statement. The Jackals and the Dragons had a long, bloody history. After all, Cameron’s father killed my parents.

But times had changed. There was a black cloud looming on the horizon, and the Black Thorns had so far proven that they could achieve the impossible. They could assassinate the formidable, untouchable Leo Russo and get away with it. They could intercept our containers before they ever touched land. They could threaten me, the daughter of the former leader of the Jackals, the niece of the current leader, and the sister of the future leader.

I was lucky to be alive.

An alliance, I said, and Cameron’s brow arched. What? Don’t give me that look.

The rivalry between the Jackals and the Dragons was an unbreakable bond. It tied them together. It was worth something. Me suggesting an alliance as if it was the easiest thing in the world to do was on the unbelievable side of things.

I can set up a meeting between you and Mac and Finn, I went on, not about to be dissuaded.

To do what? You know how that’s going to end.

Do I? Finn might have a stick shoved up his ass, but Mac is still our leader. He’ll listen to you. He already trusts you.

How do you know that?

Really? He wouldn’t have called you tonight if he didn’t. We have to do something before those bastards murder anyone else.

Like you? he snapped. Do you have any idea what ran through my head when Mac called me? He climbed off the bed and furiously paced around the room. I’d just found Santo’s body, and he tells me you need me. You were hurt, Faith. Seriously hurt. You got fucking lucky. What if the next time you’re not?

Which is why you need to talk to Finn and Mac.

I’ll talk to them, but you’re staying out of this shit from now on.

Why? Because you say? I clambered off the bed and poked him in the chest. Newsflash, I’m not a Dragon, and you can’t order me around.

No, you’re a fucking Jackal instead. You’re tearing me apart, do you know that? Do you?

I’m not going to apologize for doing what I need to do to keep you alive, too.

Look at yourself, he yelled and guided me toward the full-length mirror hanging on my closet door. Do you not see the same bruises that I see?

My face wasn’t as terrible as I expected it to be, but it was still purple and black along the right side. My cheek had swelled a little, too. The dark coloring on my ribcage was brutal looking. I rested my hand there, remembering how Chuck had kicked me while I’d been down.

But I was here, and Chuck was dead. I was far tougher than I’d given myself credit for.

You should see the other guy, I said, repeating words Cameron had said to me when I called him out for his injuries. You can yell at me all you want, order me around. It doesn’t matter. Get it through your thick skull. I’m not leaving you alone to face them. Got it? I won’t lose you, Cameron. I won’t stay behind while you go and risk your neck, so stop fucking asking me—

His arms were around my waist, and his lips collided with mine, kissing me with desperate urgency. I collapsed into him, driven by nothing but pure instinct. All I knew was that I wanted to never let go of him. The pressure of his hands on my back, cradling me as if I were precious but not breakable, set my body on fire.

We didn’t speak, and yet a thousand words were exchanged in the gasps of air we shared between kisses. There was no taking it slow, not this time. He laid me back on the bed, spread my legs, and pushed himself into my body. I embraced everything he gave me while he took me, each thrust stretching me more and bringing him deeper.

The ferocity of his movements let me forget about everything except for this moment right here. He took me body and soul, and I gave myself over to him. His fears and anger were in the hands that held my body. His desperation to keep me with him was in