Chapter 8
EIGHT
HEAT
“What are you doing?” McKenna snaps as I drag her through the clubhouse and into my room.
I don’t answer her. I can’t.
My veins are on fire. The blood rushing through them is boiling. Not out of rage as it usually would. No, this is different. Kissing her had been a very bad idea, but it worked to shut her up at the time. I don’t regret it at the time, even if I should have.
I felt the connection to her. I knew what the fuck it meant, and that shit pissed me off.
I didn’t want it, yet it was there. It explains why the hell I couldn’t stop thinking about her from the first encounter I had with her.
Seeing her at the gas pump, I’d thought her sexy as fuck and wanted to get her into my bed.
Then seeing her again at Evelin’s house, fuck, it was all I could do to keep from dragging her inside, but I managed.
On the side of the road, that’s when it hit me that something was different about her and why I was thinking about her.
It’s one of the reasons I hadn’t taken my sunglasses off again as I had at the gas station.
Yeah, that kiss was a mistake and one I shouldn’t make again.
The moment I had her in my room, and the door was closed, I let her go.
McKenna spins around, faces me, and opens her mouth to give me lip. Instead, I don’t give her the chance. I step into her space, one arm goes around her waist, the other in her hair, my mouth to hers. The woman was trouble, and it seems I can’t help myself.
I move us deeper in the room until I have her falling back on my bed, her legs come up and wrap around my hips as her arms lock around my neck.
I control the kiss, enjoying her mewls and moans. Even more, I savor the taste of her mouth, wondering what the rest of her would be like. Sweet. That’s what she’d be. I want that taste on my lips. Just as I want to feel her wrapped tight like this without all the barriers between us.
The thought causes me to halt and pull away from McKenna. I lift and stare down at her, getting a front row seat to the flush on her cheeks as her eyes flutter open.
“Why do you keep kissing me?” she whispers, her voice all breathy. The sound has my cock thickening further than it already is.
Fuck.
“Because it gets you to be quiet when I don’t want to hear your lip.” It wasn’t a lie, but it was also bullshit. I simply wanted another taste of her.
“You . . . you,” McKenna stammers, the one word without going on to finish her sentence as she shoves at my shoulders. “You’re an asshole. Get off me and let me up.”
I don’t move at first. I couldn’t, not when all I wanted was to feel her beneath me. The heat of her pussy searing through the denim of my jeans. I grit my teeth to keep from doing something stupid like ripping her clothes off and sinking inside her.
McKenna’s tiny fist comes up and slams into my chest as I roll, taking her with me so she’s straddling my waist. At the same time, capturing her wrists to keep her from hurting herself while hitting me.
Where I’m all muscle, she’s soft and dainty.
The woman can’t be more than five foot five.
It’s not short, though it’s not tall either.
Compared to my sixfoot three, she’s definitely short.
Kissing her standing, I’d have to bend my knees slightly and tilt my head to capture her lips.
With her being her height, it makes me wonder how she looks in the heels she dances in.
“Let go of me so I can get off you.”
“I think I actually like having you like this, Trouble.” What did I go and say that for? Her rubbing her pussy against my dick, I think, is what’s fogging up my brain. “Keep grinding down on me, baby, and we’re gonna lose the clothes.”
My words cause McKenna to stiffen and stop moving.
I would chalk it up to nothing if it weren’t for the fact her cheeks were bright pink and flushed.
The way her lips part and she flicks her tongue nervously without meeting my gaze, I can tell she’s hiding something.
Whatever that is, I’m not sure I want to know at the same time I do.
It’s weird as shit and giving me a headache.
Finally, I let her go, and McKenna scrambles to get off me. Slowly, I sit up and lean forward, bracing my elbows on my knees as I watch her.
“Why did you bring me here?”
“Prospect texted and told me you picked up a tail.” No reason to lie to her.
“A tail?” Her brows pinch together in confusion.
“Someone was following you,” I explain.
“Oh.” McKenna’s flush cheeks turn pale. The look twists my gut. She’s got more to hide than whatever she was thinking while I had her straddling me.
“You know something about that?”
“No,” she answers way too quickly and turns away.
“What made you leave town and come here?” I ask, changing tactic.
I need to know why the hell someone was following her.
“That’s none of your business.”
If looks could kill, McKenna would’ve popped my head off with the one she cast in my direction.
“Seems to me, Trouble, you are my business.”
“I’m not,” she snaps, turning her back to me. “I’ll walk back to my place, seeing as you refused to let me take my car.”
“You’re not going anywhere.” Standing, I close the distance between us and yank her flush against me.
“You felt it. I know you did.” It’s not something I want to admit to, but kissing her that first time set my blood on fire and shot straight at my beating heart, bypassing the walls I keep surrounding it.
“You think you can forget away the connection, think again, you can’t.
No one can. Fate has a damn funny way of making things happen. ”
“You’re delusional.” McKenna huffs, hands on my chest as she tries to push me away. “I’m going back to my place whether you like it or not.”
“Trouble, you don’t seem to be getting what’s happening around you.”
“Oh, I’m very much aware of what’s happening around me. I’m not naive or delusional. I have my eyes wide open all the time.”
Why the hell does it gut me at the way her voice changes from sarcasm to something else I can’t put my finger on?
Nothing about this woman should get to me. She shouldn’t mean a damn thing, yet her words and the way she looks at me do. It pisses me off that I can’t push her out like I want.
The very fact she doesn’t want to be here should elate me, only I refuse to let her deal with whatever the hell is going on by herself.
“Didn’t say you were delusional or naive,” I grunt, sliding one hand up into her hair, tilting her head back.
The instant her eyes meet mine, I find myself fighting the need to plant my lips to hers once again.
“But you’re not going to leave this clubhouse.
Not when I know there was a tail on you.
Prospect didn’t approach him, but he informed me of tail.
Saw him going in the very same store as you. ”
“It couldn’t have been Rashon,” she blurts out before clamping her mouth shut.
“So, you knew someone was following you?” I ask, cocking a brow.
“No,” she squeaks out.
“Trouble,” I mutter.
“Stop calling me that.”
It’s cute the way she narrows her eyes and stomps her foot.
“No can do, Trouble.” I grin, liking the fact that it annoys her.
“You’re annoying.”
“I’ve heard that a time or two. Mostly from my sister when she doesn’t get her way with something. Now she’s Fire’s problem.”
“Whatever.” She huffs and shoves at my chest once more. “Let go of me.”
“I think I like you right where you’re at.” It’s not a lie. The feel of her pressed up against me, I like it more than I want to admit. “You said Rashon wouldn’t be the one following you, why?”
“Rashon’s in town to visit his family. His sister is getting ready to graduate.”
That could be true, but I wasn’t a hundred percent sure about that. I’ll need to get Boot on it to see what he can find out for me.
“Right.”
Before either of us can say more, there’s a knock at my door. Reluctantly, I let McKenna go and move to the door, opening it to find Flame on the other side.
“What?”
I don’t like to be interrupted, and all of my brothers know it.
“Sorry, Prez, but Brimstone said you’re needed up front,” Flame mutters, anger shining in his eyes. “We got a visitor.”
Visitor?
Who?
I nod, look back at McKenna, and decide right then and there, her ass is gonna be glued to my side. No matter who the visitor is. She’s gonna be with me where she’s supposed to be.
It’s a hard pill to swallow, but it’s not as bad as I thought it would taste.
If anything, it was sweet.
McKenna’s gonna be mine. I didn’t care if she fought me or not. I’d show her the error of her ways in fighting what’s gonna happen between the two of us.