Chapter Twenty-One
Push
Steam curled thick through the bathroom, fogging the mirror and coating the glass shower doors until the whole room looked hazy and soft around the edges.
The hot water beat against my shoulders and rolled down McKayla’s body while I held her against the tile wall.
Her wet hair stuck to her cheeks and neck, her lips swollen from kissing me, and her breathing came out in little gasps every time I drove into her harder.
“Push,” she moaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“Yeah, baby,” I growled against her throat.
One of her legs was hitched high around my hip while the other barely stayed planted on the slick shower floor.
I kept one arm wrapped tight around her waist to hold her steady while the other braced against the tile beside her head.
Water cascaded over us, running down her breasts, over my chest, and between our bodies while I fucked her slow and deep one second and hard enough to make her cry out the next.
McKayla tipped her head back against the wall with a shaky moan. “Oh my God.”
I kissed down her neck and bit lightly beneath her ear. “You still with me?”
“Barely,” she breathed.
A grin pulled at my mouth. “Good.”
She smacked weakly at my shoulder before her nails dragged down my back again. The woman had a damn mouth on her when she wasn’t falling apart beneath me.
Her body tightened around me every time I thrust deeper, and I could feel how close she was getting.
I loved seeing her like this. Hair soaked.
Eyes heavy. Mouth open for me. There wasn’t a damn thing fake about McKayla when she came apart.
She felt everything hard, and I was starting to realize she lived every part of her life that way.
I pressed my forehead briefly against hers and rolled my hips harder.
Her breath caught. “Push,” she whispered again, but this time it sounded desperate.
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Come for me, baby.”
She shattered with a cry that echoed off the tile walls. Her body shook against mine while her fingers clutched at me hard enough to leave marks. I kept driving into her through it, chasing my own release while she trembled in my arms.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
The way she squeezed around me damn near ended me instantly. I buried my face against her shoulder and thrust hard one last time before release slammed through me.
The shower hissed around us while both of us tried to catch our breath.
McKayla laughed softly first. Breathless and wrecked. “I think you’re trying to kill me.”
I kissed the corner of her mouth. “There are worse ways to go.”
“That is an incredibly biker thing to say.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I brushed wet hair back from her face and studied her for a second longer than I probably should have.
Goddamn. Everything about her got under my skin faster than I liked.
I kissed her again. Slower this time. Less desperate. More like I just wanted to keep touching her.
When we finally separated, she stayed wrapped around me another second before sighing dramatically. “Okay. My legs may not work.”
“That’s because you spent the last ten minutes squeezing me like a vise.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You seemed pretty okay with it.”
I helped her lower her foot back to the floor carefully. She wobbled a little and pointed at me accusingly. “That’s your fault.”
“Everything’s my fault lately.”
“That’s probably true.”
I grabbed the shampoo and squirted some into my palm before working it gently through her hair. She melted against me immediately with a little sigh.
“There it is,” I muttered.
“What?”
“The concussion patient act.”
She cracked one eye open. “Excuse you. I’m enjoying the scalp massage.”
I snorted and kept washing her hair while she stood there half asleep beneath the spray. Once I rinsed it out, she stole the soap from me and started washing my chest.
Her hands slid over my tattoos slowly.
“You’re staring again,” I said.
“I like your tattoos.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded. “They look mean.”
I laughed. “That’s the point.”
“Well, they’re working.”
I watched her hands trail lower over my stomach before I caught her wrist lightly. “Careful, baby.”
She looked up at me innocently. “What?”
“You start that again and we’re never getting out of this shower.”
“Maybe I’m okay with that.”
Christ.
I leaned down and kissed her quick before finally shutting the water off.
Cold air rushed over us instantly, and McKayla squealed while grabbing for a towel. “Oh my God, it’s freezing.”
I wrapped a towel around her first and rubbed my hands up and down her arms while she dried off. Then she stole my towel halfway through drying my hair.
“You missed a spot,” she informed me.
“I think I can dry myself.”
“Clearly not.”
I just watched her fuss with my hair while trying not to think too hard about how damn normal this all felt.
By the time we got dressed, the clubhouse had mostly woken up. Voices drifted down the hallway along with the smell of coffee and breakfast.
McKayla tugged one of my T-shirts over her head before pulling on jeans. My shirt hung low enough on her thighs to make my brain short-circuit for a second.
She caught me looking and smirked. “See something you like?”
“Yeah.”
Her cheeks pinked slightly before she grabbed a brush and pointed it at me. “Don’t start being smooth now. We just got dressed.”
I chuckled and pulled my cut on. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
We headed down the hallway together, and the second we stepped into the common room, Piney looked up from the table and grinned. “Well look who survived the morning workout.”
McKayla flipped him off while walking toward the table.
Anchor sat at the head of it, drinking coffee, while Prime leaned back in his chair. Pearl sat curled sideways in her chair eating toast and Shay was in the kitchen starting another pot of coffee.
McKayla settled easily into my lap like she belonged there.
Piney pointed at her with a strip of bacon. “So what does the PI have for us today? Any big breakthroughs?”
McKayla laughed, but I felt the slight tension that went through her body.
Tennessee.
It was still bothering her.
Hell, it was bothering me too.
I wrapped an arm around her waist tighter while Anchor looked between us. “What?”
McKayla immediately glanced at me. I made the decision before she could stop me. “Ron told her Erin mentioned Tennessee before she quit, but McKayla knows that Erin would never go to Tennessee.”
McKayla stiffened hard in my lap. “Push.”
I held onto her anyway. “They need to know.”
Her jaw clenched, and I could feel she was pissed, but she didn’t pull away from me.
Anchor set his coffee mug down slowly. “You sure?”
McKayla sighed heavily and rubbed at her forehead. “Yes. I’m sure.” She looked down at the table a second before glancing back up. “When Erin and I were kids, we got placed in a foster home in Tennessee for two months. It was…” She exhaled sharply. “Bad. Really bad.”
Nobody interrupted her.
“We both swore we’d never go back there again,” she finished quietly. “Ever.”
Prime leaned forward immediately. “Then why would Ron say that?”
“That’s what I don’t know,” McKayla muttered.
Lost spoke up from behind the bar where he was wiping down counters. “Maybe Ron just threw out a random state trying to make her feel better.”
“But why say anything at all?” Post asked from the couch. “If he didn’t know where she went, he could’ve just said that.”
Prime tapped his fingers against the tabletop slowly. “I don’t like this.”
“Yeah,” Anchor agreed grimly. “Me either.”
Piney tossed popcorn into his mouth from God knows where he’d gotten it this early. “Maybe we should have another chat with Ron.”
McKayla looked up. “You think he lied?”
Anchor rubbed a hand over his beard. “Maybe he remembered wrong.”
“Or maybe,” Prime muttered, “he knows more than he’s saying.”