Chapter 7
SEVEN
MCKENNA
I love shopping. It’s usually one of the best ways to get my mind off things when I’m stressed or even worried about things going on.
Worried, it’s an understatement. All I keep thinking about is the haunted look that Kinley had in her eyes. I wanted to know what happened to her.
Under all the grit and grim, I could tell she was a beautiful woman. Then there was the way the men had reacted to her being there.
It’d been intense.
Thankfully, I wasn’t forced to go with them, and Heat bought the fact I used Leon as an excuse.
I did call Leon back, and he hadn’t been happy I hung up on him the way I did, but he’ll get over it.
Eventually, I’m going to have to tell him about the reasons I left town.
Especially considering the text I got yesterday.
Gods know. It’s only been a little over twenty-four hours since I got to town, yet it feels so much longer than it really has.
Slapping clothes hangers together, I’m not even paying attention to the clothes I’m looking through. My head is full of everything that happened today.
Mostly it’s full of Heat and those beautiful blue eyes. I close my eyes, and I see them. How is it possible for a man to have such striking eyes that could see straight through me?
“McKenna?”
I stiffen at the sound of my name. Mostly the voice of the man it belongs to. “Rashon. What are you doing here?”
Panic starts to seep in. How is he in the area? Did he follow me? Could he be the one who hit my house and forced me to run?
“I’m from here,” Rashon says, shrugging. “I’m here visiting family.”
His explanation should suffice, but I can’t get rid of the feeling something’s not right.
“I didn’t know that.” I’ve known Rashon for a while, but we hadn’t ever gotten close, not like that.
“Yeah, my little sister is graduating.” The proud grin tugging on his lips speaks true, and I’m happy for him.
Though a part of me is still freaking out that he’s here.
“That’s great. High school or college?”
“High school. She’s the last one of the five of us. Damn proud of her. She’s the valedictorian for her class.”
The unease I’d felt slips completely away, and I feel better about Rashon being here. “So, I take it you’re out trying to find a present for her or something?”
The grin on Rashon’s face slips, and he shakes his head. “Nah, though I do need to find something for her. But I was here to ugh, ah . . .”
“McKenna.” I nearly jump out of my skin at the booming voice belonging to Heat.
I twist to find Heat stalking in my direction, sunglasses firmly in place. Which sucks because I want to see his eyes again, and he doesn’t look happy.
“Hey,” I murmur when he reaches Rashon and me.
What surprises me is he doesn’t just stop there. He pulls me into his side, tucking me close.
“You wanna get your hands off her?” Rashon demands his voice, taking on that bouncer tone I’m used to hearing him get when he’s working.
“Rashon, it’s okay,” I murmur, somewhat happy Heat is here, though I know I have nothing to worry about when it comes to Rashon. He explained, and I totally get it. “This is Heat. He’s um . . .”
“Her man,” Heat says, declaring something that was a complete and utter lie.
“Never knew McKenna to have a man in her life that wasn’t Leon,” Rashon says, one brow cocked, his jaw ticking.
“She doesn’t spread our business around,” Heat grunts and looks down at me. “You done here?”
I get he was asking, but I knew it wasn’t a question at all. He drops his arm from around me and takes my hand.
“I’ll catch you later, Rashon,” I tell him and let Heat walk me out of there, thankful he wasn’t dragging me behind him.
The moment we’re next to his bike, several of his brothers, sitting on theirs, waiting for whatever Heat tells them.
“Get on,” Heat orders, motioning me to his bike.
“I have my car,” I snap, not in the least bit liking that he’s ordering me around. Turning to face him, I plant my hands on my hips. “What are you doing here anyway?”
He jerks his chin toward one of the guys. “Prospect followed you. Now, get the fuck on the bike, Trouble.”
“Stop calling me that. I’m not trouble of any kind.”
Heat leans into me and growls. “You’re the worst kind of trouble there is, baby, now get your sweet ass on my bike before I put you there myself.”
“I wasn’t done shopping,” I protest.
“You’re done.”
“No, I’m not. I’m shopping. If you don’t like it, oh well. You’re not my keeper, and I’m not your woman as you so claimed in there in front of someone I work with. Also—”
I don’t get to finish my ranting due to Heat stepping in my space, his lips coming down on mine, his tongue spears right in. Fire licks at my skin, searing straight to somewhere deep inside, down to my soul.
Between one second and the next, everything changes. There are no words to say as two souls click in place, sealing together as one. One kiss and both our fates are sealed in a way that cannot be changed.
Heat rips his lips away from mine, yanks his sunglasses off, and stares deep in my eyes. “You’re done here. You’re getting your ass on the back of my bike and going to the clubhouse. Now woman. Or I’ll spank your ass right here and now. Your choice.”
My heart flutters and my throat tightens. I want to argue with him, but I can’t. Words are lost to me. I want him to kiss me again. I want to know that he felt what I felt.
Maybe I imagined it all completely, and it’s all in my head.
“Get on the bike, Trouble.”
“Stop calling me that,” I snap, coming out of my stupor.
Heat’s eyes go over my head and narrow. I glance back to see Rashon on the phone. I can only imagine who he’s on the phone with. It doesn’t really matter to me.
“Time to go, Trouble,” Heat says, my gaze going back to his in time for him to lift me and put me on the back of his bike. I don’t hold back my gasp as he does this.
Before I can hop back off, he swings a leg over in front of me and straddles the bike. His ass planted to the seat, hands coming back to scoot me forward until I’m planted flush against him. He grabs my wrists and pulls them around him.
“Hold tight, Kenna, and keep your legs away from the pipes. Don’t want you burning your sexy ass legs,” he states, patting the outside of my thigh.
I want to tell him to fuck off and get off the bike, only I like the feel of being pressed up against him.
“What about my car?” I ask as he starts his bike and twists the throttle.
“I’ll deal with it later,” he calls loud enough for me to hear over the thundering rumble of his bike.
I squeeze tighter. Heat backs his bike up and takes off like a shot out of the parking lot. It’s a good thing my purse is a cross-body because he didn’t even seem to worry about it.
Holding on to Heat, it takes me a minute to start to enjoy the ride, but when I do, I find myself in heaven. It’s wonderful, and I don’t want the ride to end. Ever.
I love having the sun beaming down on me. The wind whipping around me like a lover’s caress. Ironically, this isn’t something I’ve experienced before.
Some would think it hilarious and a complete joke if they knew the truth about me. I wasn’t your typical stripper. I was a virgin stripper who knew how to dance and turn a man on, but I’d never felt a man between my legs. Never experienced a man’s cock inside me.
Holding onto Heat, I wish I could feel him do those things to me and so much more.
I have a very vivid imagination and wish I could experience these things at his touch.
My body must agree with my mind, considering the shiver that rushes along my spine and the way my panties seem to wetten.
Even my clit pulsates with the need to be touched.
Just because I’d never felt a man inside me, doesn’t mean I don’t know how to relieve myself when I have to.
Which is something I’m going to need to do as soon as I get back to the house and away from Heat.
As much as I wish to be able to lie beneath him, or over him, it didn’t matter, I couldn’t.
He was going to have to be my fantasy lover while I play with my favorite toy.
I’m a virgin who took her own virginity if that makes any sense. I broke the seal with a toy because a bullet just wasn’t enough for me. At this point, not even my trusty vibrator was much help. Half the time, I’m left more frustrated than anything.
Closing my eyes, I press myself tighter against Heat’s back, and images of the two of us tangled together between a set of sheets fill my mind.
The vibration of the bike between my thighs hits me in all the right places, and I have to bite back my moan.
I squeeze my thighs tighter, pressing them into his, earning a hand coming down on my outer thigh where Heat rubs his thumb.
Oh my.
That’s not a good thing for me. It spurs my thoughts further.
Heat slows and takes a turn without taking his hand away from my thigh. The feel of him touching me is amazing, and it shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t be thinking of his hands on me. Better yet, I shouldn’t be having thoughts of him doing anything with his hands or other parts of him with me.
The rest of the way, Heat keeps his hand in place, and it does nothing to help in any way. I need him to remove his hand, but I don’t tell him to, nor do I remove it for him.
With the kiss we shared, it’s really screwing with my head.
Mostly, it was the way it made me feel. Granted, it was the absolute best kiss I could have ever experienced.
What has me conflicted is the way it felt like two halves of a soul snapped in place.
I didn’t think it was possible. Hel had told me stories growing up about it.
For a woman who was known as the Goddess of Death in Norse Mythology, she was definitely something else.
She could be loving. Compassionate. Though I knew those feelings were meant for those she cared for like her sons and me.
If you were to get on her bad side, she’d curse you and make sure you suffered the most horrific death you could ever imagine.
I, for one, didn’t want to ever witness her in action.
To me, Hel has and always will be seen in my eyes as the woman who raised me after my parents’ passing.
She’s was as much a mother to me as my own.
I hate that I lost my parents at such a young age, but I don’t regret growing up with Hel teaching me everything I needed to know.
One thing she always taught me was to be smart while encouraging me to do what I wanted. For this, I’ve learned always to follow my heart.
Only right now, my heart, my brain, and my body are at war with each other. I’ve never been in a situation where that’s happened. Meaning, it has me freaking way the hell out.
Heat slows and takes yet another turn, this time down a gravel road. After a few moments, he comes up to a gate that opens instantly for him and the others.
My heart starts beating rapidly as the clubhouse comes into view. This isn’t going to be good. I just know it won’t be. Once we’re off this bike, everything is going to change.