12 | The Kiss Sin
Present Day
I sit in our hotel and watch Mac as he sleeps across the room. It’s been a couple of days since the Wolfeman took me under their protection. After I told my story, the men devised a plan to get us back to New York, where they thought my sister might be.
It’s been a blur with so much going on. They’ve kept me hidden from everyone except the men from that night and a few other members.
We’re supposed to be leaving tomorrow to head to New York. Mac keeps guaranteeing my safety. He even tried to take my gun from me, but I told him I had a license to carry and that no one would be taking my gun or knives from me.
They had Dexter contact Viktoriya, and he left for New York the next day in a van with a couple of Mac’s men. I called Steve and left a message asking him to contact me, but I haven’t heard from him.
We’ll be traveling separately, so if anyone is watching us, hopefully, we’ll keep them off my trail.
The door opens, and I grab my gun. It’s more out of habit, especially since I am in Chicago. When I see it’s Shy walking in, I set it back down next to me. I now know that Shy is the New York chapter’s president, and Mac is the vice president.
Shy notices me put my gun on the table and nods toward it as he moves to sit across from me. “I hope you know how to use that thing.”
“Better than I do bartending, and I’m one of the best bartenders out there,” I say with a smile.
He places a bag on the table, and we glance at Mac to see if he’s woken. He’s been burning the candle at both ends, watching over me and trying to deal with everything.
“I’m glad he’s finally getting some sleep,” Shy says in a hushed tone.
I nod in agreement. “Yeah, he hasn’t slept since I’ve been here.”
Shy cracks open a beer, taking a long swig. Once he’s done, he grabs a beer from the bag and hands it to me. I accept it and do exactly as he did, take a long swig. His eyes watch me.
When I finish, I turn to look at him. “I can tell by the look you’re giving me that you knew my sister well too.”
Shy smiles. “Well, I don’t know too much about your sister. Mac is the only one who got close to her besides the girls.”
I glance over at the sleeping giant and smile. “I can tell he cares for her. Were they in a relationship?”
My stomach aches just thinking of them together. I’m envious more than jealous because I don’t have anyone who would go through all this trouble to find me.
Well, besides my sister, who, in fact, did come for me before.
Shy laughs. “Fuck no. I don’t even know if they’ve fucked. Shit, I didn’t even know he was this into her until the night we found you.”
His words catch me off guard. Taking my eyes off Mac, I turn to face Shy fully. “What do you mean? Ray made it sound like they were a thing. That’s why she was going to leave Dexter.”
Shy chuckles but says nothing.
“Why would he go to all this trouble to find her if they weren’t intimate?” I ask, dumbfounded.
Shy becomes serious. “They have a connection, but your sister had Dex. We protect our own. Your sister and her best friend, Violet, made their way into our ol’ ladies’ lives, and we care about them. We don’t like when bad things happen to our friends and we put them under our protection.”
Tears fill my eyes. My sister was right. These men would do anything for their women.
My voice cracks when I say, “It must be nice. I’ve been taking care of myself for twelve years. I’m always on the go and constantly watching my back.”
When Shy sees my tears, his face softens. “I promise you this. That man over there and anyone wearing a patch that says Wolfeman MC will protect you with their life. Once you meet my old lady…” He pauses to take a swig and chuckles. “Well, after she has a heart attack seeing you, she’ll welcome you into her little spin-it-girl gang.”
“Spin-it-girl gang?” I question with a smirk.
“Yes, that’s what we call them. They all work for Luc’s record label Spin It Inc. So they’re the spin it girls.”
I laugh but startle when Mac yells, “No.”
“Fuck,” Shy murmurs.
“What?” I say, getting up on instinct. I’m always on alert. Just in case something goes wrong.
Shy waves his hand for me to sit down, so I do.
“My brother here has been having some nightmares. I was hoping since we found you that they would stop, but it looks like he’s maybe having one now.”
“Nightmares about what?” I ask, not understanding.
“His dead sister and your sister have been visiting him nightly.”
Shocked, I ask, “Dead sister?”
Shy’s face saddens. “Yeah, that’s a story he’ll have to tell you. Let’s just say they’ve been telling him to find you.”
I shift back in disbelief. “Me? Why me?”
Shy shrugs. “I don’t know. But I do know one thing. That man will not let you out of his sight until we find your sister.”
Warmth fills me up. I’ve never been this looked after. I’ve always had to keep my distance from people so no one would find out who I truly am. For years after the incident, I didn’t even really speak. Through lots of therapy and time, I’ve finally come out of my shell. I have one friend, and besides having a one-night stand here or there, that’s all I have.
“I’ve never let anyone get close to me. I’ve always felt my sister gave up her life to protect me, so I needed to be good and not fuck it up. So, I threw myself into my job. I’ve known she’s hated her relationship with Dextor for years now. I’ve been telling her to leave him. That I would be fine, but she kept saying she didn’t see a way out until she met you guys.” I ramble, letting a few tears escape my eyes.
Shy reaches across the table, grabbing my arm. “Sin, everything is going to be okay. Once Snow finds out Raydene is missing and sees you, she’ll lose her shit. They all will. So, whether you want to be or not, you’re part of our family, and we’ll always protect you.”
His phone chimes.
Once he reads the text, he stands up. “Okay, I’ve got to go pick up Snow from Violet’s house.” He pauses. “Does Violet know you’re alive?”
I nod. “She knows I’m alive, but I’ve never met her. I’ve spoken to her on the phone before, but that’s it. But yes, she knows who I am and that I’m alive.”
He smiles. “Okay, I’ll check in with you both tomorrow. A couple of the boys are next door and will ride back to New York with you two. Tomorrow, I’ll introduce you to everyone once we’re all back at the clubhouse.
I nod, smiling at him. “Thank you.”
Shy peers over to his friend, saying, “And if he starts thrashing around, try to wake him up. If you can’t, get one of the guys to help you.”
I look over at Mac, sleeping soundly, and nod. “I got it.”
And then I’m left alone with this enormous man I know nothing about. My mind starts racing with thoughts of my sister and him. Are they going to be together once we find her? Does he love her? Does she love him?
I shake my head. “Stop,” I say to myself as Mac starts moving around in bed. He rolls over with his back to me.
Wanting to see his face, I move around the bed when all of a sudden, he says, “Stop.”
I freeze, but when he doesn’t say anything, I step closer.
I can see he’s still asleep, so I move to pull the covers over him. Suddenly, a hand reaches out, jerking me down onto the bed.
I shriek.
“Where are you going?” Mac says, snuggling into me.
I stiffen.
Is he awake, or does he think I’m my sister?
He doesn’t move or say anything else, so I just lie there.
God he feels safe and warm.
I shake my head. This is crazy. I need to get up. He thinks I’m my sister.
When I move to get up, he says, “I found you.”
I turn to see his face, and his eyes are wide open.
“Found who?” I whisper.
He moves his hand up, swiping my hair from my face. I hold my breath, waiting for him to realize I’m not Raydene, but he just stares at me.
“They told me to find you. I did,” Mac says with a smile.
I don’t know what to do or say. I think he’s still sleeping, but I can’t tell.
He runs his fingers through my hair a few more times before closing the few inches between us and placing his full lips on mine.
I don’t know what to do. His warm, soft, voluptuous lips engulf mine, taking control. My mind fights within itself. I should stop this, but damn, it feels good. He feels so right.
I gasp, taking that as a welcome. He devours my mouth. Slipping his tongue in and out, fucking my mouth with it. I moan, melting into the safety of his chest.
I have to stop this. He thinks I’m Raydene.
Mac groans, shifting his massive body above me, and I finally break the kiss and announce, “I’m not Ray.”
Mac freezes, not saying anything. Blinking a few times, he moves down, giving me a soft kiss on the lips and another on my nose before sliding off me. I try to move off the bed, but he pulls me into him, spooning me.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he says into my hair.
Again, I say, “I’m not Ray.”
Mac takes a deep breath. “I know who you are, Sin, or do you want me to call you Cindy?”
Fucking hell!
“Um, Sin. Cindy is dead,” I whisper.
He expands his enormous hand over my belly, giving me a squeeze. Whispering softly into my ear, “Good. I like Sin.”
He knew it was me, and he wanted to be with me. Not my sister. He likes my name.
My mind runs rampant with so many holy shit and what the fuck thoughts.
“Stop thinking and relax. We have a long ride. You need to sleep.”
I don’t say anything for a few minutes, but I can’t help myself. “I thought you were having a bad dream.”
Mac starts caressing my hair, moving his hand down to my arm, leg, and back up. He does this a couple more times before I finally relax. I try not to imagine how I’d feel if I wasn’t fully clothed. His touch probably would ignite something in me I wouldn’t be able to control.
I’m a horrible person if my sister truly does like him. But goddamn, I can see why. I’ve only known him a few days and I’m swooning over him. Fuck!
“No, it was actually the first time it wasn’t bad, but it did involve you,” he murmurs into the back of my head as he nuzzles into my hair more.
“Me? Why me?” I ask, intrigued.
He takes a big sniff of my hair and moves his body closer, rubbing up to my backside, letting me feel his arousal. “This fucking hair of yours. You have no idea what it does to me.”
I turn slightly to him, trying to put some room between us, and ask, “My hair? You like my hair?”
He chuckles and moves me back into place effortlessly, pinning me to him. “Yes, this fucking red hair is my undoing. Now, go to sleep, or I’m going to fuck you here and now. Regardless of who you are.”
I shut my mouth and let my mind have a field day with that comment.
He wants to fuck me because of my hair.
I smile to myself.