Series: The Disciples' Daughters Series,
Publication Date: September 15, 2015
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Once a Disciple, forever a Disciple.
Cami was born into the Savage Disciples MC, but she ventured out to build a life of her own away from the club. Sheβs engaged now, living a new life despite missing the bikers that raised her. Overall, sheβsβ¦ fine. Sure, fine. Sheβs fine with the fiancΓ© who is more interested in position and image than the woman in his life. Sheβs fine with the fake people around and the suffocating passive aggression. Sheβs fine with the fact that she is turning to drugs to self-medicate.
A Disciple will fight like a savage for what he wants.
When Gauge tags along to visit his club brotherβs daughter, he canβt believe the two women he meets: the fiery daughter of a biker and the puppet with the blank affect. And yet, theyβre both Cami. He sees the fire beneath surface, and he wants to watch it burn. He wants to rip away the man smothering her like a wet blanket. He wants to see the flames consume that cookie-cutter future-wife facade to the ground and dance with her in the flames.
When this biker clutches onto a Discipleβs daughter, there is no letting go.
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I’d been in an MC romance drought, so I was happy when CLUTCH showed up on my Kindle. Β I was ready to delve into a new club.
In CLUTCH, we’re introduced to the Disciples MC, focusing on Camille (Cami) the President’s daughter and club member, Gauge. Β Cami is not at all what I was expecting, since she was basically a Stepford wife who could only get through the day with drugs and alcohol. Β Gauge was a member who wanted nothing more than living the club life. Β But once these two set eyes on each other, they suddenly wanted they way they’d been living to change.
Cami was never willing to give up her hellish life with her fiance, because she figured she’s wanted out of the MC life and this is what she gets. Β Even with her father, she’s put on an act to make him think she was happy with her life. Β It wasn’t until her father brought Gauge with him on his visit that she knew she had to get away from her life. Β It wasn’t a quick move, but through conversations with Gauge, she found the courage to leave and the protection of her father’s club and Gauge.
I thought it was interesting that Gauge was so willing to give up the club whores and such from practically the moment he met Cami. Β I figured it would take a bit to get this very alpha male to realize who he truly wanted, but I was pleasantly surprised that he’d give up everything at practically the snap of a finger. Β That doesn’t mean that he was a push over, believe me he could display some a-holish behavior, but I really enjoyed the fact that he didn’t need to sleep with a bunch of women or act like a douchebag to Cami while he figured out how he felt.
I enjoyed this start to the DisciplesΒ Daughter’s MC series. Β I look forward to see what comes next.
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Cami
I finally retrieved my phone to charge it for the night. I could not say what possessed me to do it, but I found myself opening my contacts and scrolling down to Gaugeβs name. Only, I did not find it. It took me a few minutes to realize there were no new entries in my contacts at all. But there was a text to an unsaved number. Gauge had sent himself a message from my phone. I went to save the number, pausing when I saw what he sent.
Me: Gauge, you are so fucking sexy. I want your huge cock.
I did not know whether to laugh or roll my eyes. The man seriously needed to be taken down a peg or two. With that thought, I sent him a text of my own.
Me: Keep dreaming.
I meant to tease him, yet, once I finally drifted off, I was the one who dreamed about Gauge and all the illicit things he could do to me.
Gauge
Cami: Have you ever had sex on your bike?
Jesus. Fuck. That damn woman was going to be the fuckinβ death of me. It had been three weeks since the day I met her, and Iβd talked to her almost every day since.
When I gave her my number, I honestly hadnβt thought Iβd ever hear a damn word from her. Iβd already been prepared to let that shit go. She was engagedβalbeit to a total fuckwitβand unhappy or not, she didnβt seem like she was in a hurry to change that. I figured the next time I heard anything about her would be from Tank mentioning something. Then, Iβd gotten a text from her that same evening in response to the one Iβd sent myself from her phone. Even then, Iβd anticipated the line of communication going dark real fast. Still, Iβd taken advantage of the door she opened.
Me: I will, babe.
She hadnβt responded that evening, and Iβd planned on taking cues from her, so it was a serious fuckinβ surprise when my phone went off the next day with a text from her.
Cami: Any club girls thanking you this morning?
She was flirting with me. Shit, she was playing with fire. Somehow, I knew I was the one who would get burned if I played her game, but I couldnβt find it in me to care.
Me: Nah. Just me thanking my hand.
Cami: Disappointing.
Me: You want me fucking the patch whores?
Cami: No. I meant for you.
Me: Trust me, you didnβt fucking disappoint.
Cami: Me?
Me: Told you Iβd be dreaming about you.
Cami: Youβre disgusting. And I am oddly flattered.
Me: You should be.
That was how it unfolded, day in and day out. Sometimes the conversations were harmless. That first day, we eventually switched gears and talked music for a while. Other days, we talked about movies, bikes, random things that happened during the day. I was really getting to know her. It was normal, more normal than anything Iβd ever known. Then, one of us would blow that all to hell.
It would be simple, sometimes just one fuckinβ text.
Cami: I hate having a housekeeper. It makes me seriously uncomfortable that she cleans and sorts my panties.
I could claim I tried to be good when she sent that one, but thatβd be a damn lie. First thing I did was picture what sort of panties Cami hadβI figured lace, skimpy but nothing like the pussy βround the club wore. Hers would be classy shit. Picturing that ass of hers in lace, my dick got hard real fast. Before I could fuckinβ consider whether I was making a big mistake, the fucker was out and in my hand as I texted her back.
Me: What kind of panties?
Cami: Wouldnβt you like to know.
Me: Fuck yes I would.
There wasnβt an immediate response, but I didnβt need one. Just the image my mind conjured up of her in lace, moving the material aside so I could fuck her while the little panties stayed on, had me close to blowing my fucking load. Her teasing only pushed me closer. Then, my phone went off again.
A picture. She sent me a fuckinβ picture of a pair of red lace panties laid out on top of what appeared to be a fuckinβ drawer full of similar folded pairs in different colors. I shot off in my hand at the sight. It was not the last time I called that picture up either.
I felt like a pubescent fuck who recently discovered the joy of coming. I hadnβt masturbated so much since I was a teenager, but fuck if I could stop. One flirty text from her, one thought of that picture, or any of the mental images I cooked up, and I was bringing myself there again. I told myself more times than I could count that I could grab one of the girls and have her help with the problem, but none of them held any appeal. I didnβt want just any warm pussy to sink into, I wanted fire. I wanted a girl who had me aching before I even touched her.
I wanted Cami.
The moment at hand had me dreaming up a whole new set of images. Had I ever had sex on my bike?
Me: No. Never had a woman on my bike.
Though, that seemed like something that needed rectifying.
Cami: Like, at all? Or sexually speaking?
Me: At all.
Cami: Seriously?
Me: Ainβt puttinβ random pussy on my bike.
With the exception of my momβwho would βnever, ever do itββor a woman I at least planned to make my old lady, no chick was getting on my baby. Iβd give her a ride on my bike, though. Whatever kind she wanted.
Of course, Cami was the type of woman I would seriously consider making my old lady.
Shannon
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