13. Mack
13
MACK
T his woman.
This woman I’ve traded thousands of barbs with over the years. The woman I’ve sparred with in verbal jousting matches with countless times since we were both teenagers.
This woman who until recently called me King Asshole more than she called me by my name.
This woman wants me.
And I am fucking here for it.
Feeling her legs wrapped around me fucking sends me. My heart’s practically pounding out of my chest, pumping blood to a cock that’s never been so hard in my entire damn life.
Those green-blue eyes are locked on mine. Her cherry-red, plump lips are parted. Her breathing is quick, shallow, as she waits for me to make a move.
She doesn’t have to wait long.
My mouth crashes down on hers. My body feels unleashed, taking what it needs, my tongue finding hers. Possessing her mouth. Gigi moans, her arms winding around my neck, pulling me closer. Fuck, she tastes like heaven. She tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted.
My hands go to her waist, then down to cup her ass. I pull her against me, against my almost painful hard-on. Gigi whimpers, starts to wriggle, her core grinding against me, and goddamn if I don’t almost explode. I have to pull my lips off hers for a second to get control. “Fuck,” I mutter.
“What’s wrong?”
“You. Nothing. Everything.” I take a deep breath. “This is…”
“I know,” she replies breathlessly. Then, she kisses me again.
And it’s on.
I’m lifting her off the counter. I make it to the living room, intending to get to the couch, but the floor will have to do. I lower her to the rug, and as soon as I do her hands are on my shirt, tugging it over my head. I growl and pull hers off to find a lacy black bra that lets a glimpse of her nipples peek out. I let out a loud groan and dip my mouth to them, laving first one and then the other through the thin fabric. Gigi gasps and threads her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer. She rocks her hips upward instinctively, her body clamoring for mine without a word. God, I want her so bad. All the times in the past I thought about her while I was jacking off, feeling guilty as hell because she was my best friend and club brother’s sister, all the ways I’ve imagined taking her, what she’d feel like, sound like, come rushing toward me so I’m turned on like I’ve never been turned on before. This isn’t just a quick fuck to calm an urge. This is her. This is Gigi , the woman I’ve tried to deny I’ve wanted for years because I could never have her.
“Oh, fuck,” I say hoarsely against her skin, giving up on willpower once and for all. I need her naked, as soon as humanly fucking possible.
My mouth finds hers again as I reach back and detach her bra, letting her breasts fall free. The button of her jeans is next, and then the zipper. Gigi doesn’t stop kissing me as she helps me get them off her, wriggling her ass against my hands as I slip the fabric over it and down her gorgeous legs. Her panties come with them, thank god, and the second they’re off my hand is between her thighs, finding her hot, wet pussy waiting for me. She lets out a loud moan when my I glide a slick finger over the hot flesh, bucking slightly. She’s ready for me, and so close that I know I could slide inside her and take her just like that, but I have to taste her first.
Gently as I can manage, I push her onto her back and part her legs wide. She tenses for a second when she realizes what I’m about to do, but one swipe of my tongue against her clit and she throws her head back and shudders and surrenders completely to me. She starts to whimper as I settle in and start to lick, slowly, careful not to set her off just yet. Her hands go to my hair again. She tries to pull me closer, strains her hips toward my mouth insistently, but I need to go slowly right now because pretty soon I won’t be able to anymore. Her clit is hard and pulsing; she tastes sweet and a little salty, and I already know I won’t be able to forget the flavor of her, not as long as I live. My cock is straining painfully under the jeans I still have on, and I have the fleeting thought that I could come like this, just from licking her. I continue worshiping her with my tongue, learning how to play the delicate instrument of her and listening as her cries get louder and more desperate. Then, when I know she can’t take anymore, I suck her clit into my mouth and devour her and she comes, hard, shuddering violently against my tongue.
She’s still quaking when I raise myself up and kick off my jeans, forcing myself to grab a condom from my wallet and sheath myself with it. Then I’m on my knees between her legs again. I take my throbbing dick in my hand, gliding my swollen head to her glistening entrance. I spend the last ounce of my restraint looking at the gorgeous picture of her there, waiting for me, wanting to be taken by me.
Then, I grab her hips and bury myself deep inside her.
Gigi cries out and I let out a guttural groan. She wraps her legs around my waist. I hold her hips and start to thrust. “Oh, god, Mack, yes, yes, yes…” she starts to chant. “So good, it’s so good…” I pull and thrust, deeper and harder and faster each time, and I’m climbing so high I know it’s not going to last much longer. “God, Jesus, fuck,” I rasp. “Gigi…”
At the sound of her name, she lets out another loud cry, and her pussy convulses around me. She’s coming again, and that’s all it takes. I thrust one final time, and then go rigid. A second later, my whole body seems to explode. I burst inside her, coming hot and hard as I empty myself, knowing that if I ever thought this one time would be enough to get Gigi Mattson out of my system, I was more wrong than I ever thought possible.
When I come to my senses, I’m lying on the floor, with Gigi curled up against my chest.
“Well, that was not the smartest idea,” she says, panting.
I pull her closer and work to slow my breathing so I can answer. “I’d beg to differ. Far as I’m concerned, that’s one of the smartest things I’ve ever done.”
Gigi snickers, and reaches up to bat one weak hand against my chest. “Come on. Be serious for a minute.”
Fuck. Way to let reality ruin a good post-coital moment, G . “Because of Fury, you mean.”
I feel her nod. “You’re his. Not mine. This shouldn’t have happened.”
Dammit. I don’t want to be irritated with her. Not now.
I let out a snort. “I’m his? What the fuck does that mean?” I ask, even though I know exactly what she means.
She shrugs. “You know. He’s your best friend,” she says in a fake-casual voice. “He’s your club brother. And then even with you and your family. I’m not part of any of that. And I’m definitely not looking to get in the middle of it.”
“That’s not what’s happening here,” I protest.
“What is happening here, then?” She stills. “Oh. You mean because this is just a one-time thing.”
No, my brain says instantly. Now that I’ve got a taste of Gigi, I absolutely do not want this to be the last time. I open my mouth to say something smart, but I can’t make myself say the words.
Gigi pulls away from me and props herself up on one elbow. Her eyes lock on mine for a long moment. Something passes between us. Something maybe neither of us is prepared for.
She’s the one who finally looks away.
“We’ve already been over this,” I say impatiently. “You know we were always there for you, too, right? My parents were always there for you.” It feels weird as fuck to be talking about my family at a moment like this. But for some reason I have to.
“Yeah. But Connor needed them more. I couldn’t take their attention away from him.”
“That wouldn’t have happened. They had enough attention for both of you.” Shit. Why didn’t I ever work harder to get them to take Gigi in? The thought is a disturbing one. How could I have just ignored her like that? How could Reenie and Choppa?
God, looking at her now, I see more clearly than ever the lost little girl she was then. I want to go back and take the pain away from her. Or at least tell her now how sorry I am for everything she had to go through.
But the moment for that has already passed. Gigi sits up. Her face has slammed shut, and any vulnerability she showed me a few minutes ago disappears. “We should get back,” she says, reaching for her clothes.
“Sure.” It hurts that she’s pulling away. But something in me knows that calling her out on it will just make it worse, so I play it cool. We get dressed in silence, not talking again until we get back outside.
“This was bound to happen,” Gigi says as we climb into my truck. “Hanging around each other like this. Since we hate each other so much, that kind of tension had to go somewhere, right? Mistakes were made.”
“It won’t happen again,” I say, not wanting to believe it.
“Let’s just pretend it didn’t happen in the first place,” she suggests.
“You got it.”
She’s right, even though I don’t like it. Fucking my best friend’s sister is the bad idea to end all bad ideas. Fury would fucking shoot me if he knew. Like, actually shoot my ass dead. Well, actually, he might decide shooting was too good for me. Knowing Fury, he might prefer a more hands-on approach.
My head is all over the damn place as I drive Gigi back. I can’t think of anything to say, because what I want to say and what I think G wants to hear are two different things.
When we get back to the clubhouse, there’s the beginnings of a party brewing. Hardly anyone even notices when we slip in and I help G carry her stuff to her apartment. She all but slams the door in my face afterwards. That pisses me the hell off, but punching my fist through a wall ain’t gonna be a productive way of dealing with it. So instead, I go out to the bar and have Little Big Mama set me up with a beer and some shots. I suck the shots down until I start to feel kinda fuzzy, then set them aside and focus on the beer.
I’m feeling no pain by the time Gigi comes back out, wearing her denim cut-offs and a black, clingy cropped T-shirt that stretches tight across her perfect tits and shows her taut belly. Instead of her Frye boots, a pair of black kitten heels I’ve never seen before are on her feet.
What the fuck? Is she trying to drive me fucking crazy?
She saunters up to the bar and waves to Little Big Mama. “Can I get a Rum and Coke?”
“Sure thing, doll!” Mama turns around to make the drink.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I growl at Gigi in a low voice.
“What?” She blinks up at me innocently.
“If you want me to stay the hell away from you, this here ain’t the way to do it,” I say, waving my index finger up and down at her body.
“You’re a mature adult,” she retorts. “You’re perfectly capable of keeping your hands to yourself.”
“You’d think that, wouldn’t you?” I mutter. But it’s not true where Gigi is concerned, especially not now that I know what she feels like. What she tastes like.
I can’t imagine why the hell she’s decided to torture me like this, after she said she wants us both to forget anything ever happened between us. I can’t be this fucking close to her right now. I turn on my heel and stomp away, determined to keep the entire length of the main room between us for the rest of the night. But that means I have to watch from across the room as my club brothers come up and flirt with her one by one. Fury ain’t around right now, so they’re bolder than they would be otherwise. I watch as Gigi laughs it up with our Road Captain Reed Greenlee, flirting like I have never seen her do with anyone.
Across the room, I clench my bottle of beer and grind my teeth into powder.
Eventually, Gigi climbs down off her bar stool and heads back toward her apartment. I do my best not to follow her, but it only takes a minute before I’m slamming my empty beer bottle down on a table and heading after her.
I get to her door just as she’s reaching for the knob to go inside. “What the fuck was that all about?” I snarl.
Gigi turns and gives me an innocent look. “What are you talking about?”
“You were practically climbing into Reed’s lap back there.”
“What? I was just talking to him. God, Mack, what is?—”
“The hell you were.” I grab her hand and turn her to face me, pinning her against the door. “What are you playing at, G? You trying to drive me insane?”
At the contact of our skin, her eyes grow hooded. “You think I care what you think? You don’t own me.”
“I think you do care, yeah. And I think you’re trying to fuck with me.”
“I’m not.” She licks her lips, making them glisten. “But I’m glad to know it worked anyway.”
I don’t bother trying to parse that sentence. My mouth comes down on hers. I lift her up until her back is against the door. Her arms twine around my neck. Fuck, if I thought one time would be enough to get Gigi out of my system, I was delusional. With one hand, I grope blindly for the doorknob. But just then, booted footsteps sound in the hallway. Pulling myself off of Gigi, I lower her to the ground just as Fury rounds the corner.
“Hey, G. Mack,” Fury calls as he approaches. “How’s the house repairs going, G? You talk to the landlord?”
“It’s going okay,” she stammers, reaching up to smooth her hair. “Mack took me over there to grab some more of my stuff today. I’ll probably be able to stay here at the clubhouse without going over there again until the repairs are done.”
Fury glances at me, then back to her. “Thanks, brother. But G, you’re not going back there under any circumstances until we take care of Blaze and make sure you’re safe. Understood?”
“Sure, yeah, understood.” Gigi bobs her head quickly.
If Fury is surprised that G isn’t fighting him on that, he doesn’t show it. “I’m goin’ out to the bar. You coming, Mack?”
“In a minute,” I murmur.
Fury leaves. When he’s no longer in sight, Gigi lets out a loud exhale. “Well, that was almost really bad.”
“You’re tellin’ me.” If Fury had caught us, he’d beat my ass to a fuckin’ pulp. And I wouldn’t blame him. Hell, I’d probably just stand there and take it.
“This whole thing was such a huge mistake,” Gigi continues, shaking her head.
“Maybe,” I admit. “But I can’t be sorry I did it. That was an itch I’ve been wanting to scratch for a damn long time, G. And I might be a shit friend to Fury for saying it, but it was worth it.”
Gigi bites her lip. “You know what?”
“What?”
“The door to my apartment…”
“What about it?”
She reaches for the knob, grinning. “It locks from the inside.”