Chapter 9 Mackenzie
MACKENZIE
He’s a little too confident and needs to be taken down a peg.
My eyes drop to the leather cut he wears, proclaiming him the president, but it’s not just his status and power that he has going for him.
He’s sexy, strong, muscular, and you know he can handle any situation that arises.
He’s protective and masculine, and I feel physically safe with him.
Not only that, but he’s also good in bed, and he knows it.
We didn’t even touch the surface of what that sexual chemistry could be like between us.
Maybe that’s why he’s chasing me. He feels like we have unfinished business between the sheets, and he would be right.
But the real reason I’m considering this was after today.
This is a man who will protect what is his, and there’s something too damn sexy about that.
We finish our food and drinks, and Chance pays the bill. He takes a longer route home, and I enjoy the ride and being pressed up against him, trying not to overthink the whole night.
And failing.
Can I turn off my emotions and simply enjoy my time with him? He’s the first man I’ve been with since my breakup with my ex, Jesse, who did a real number on me. Maybe I should try to have a little fun.
No strings, no commitments. Maybe we could work each other out of our systems and then walk away. Deep inside, I know it’s a terrible idea, but my body hasn’t gotten the memo and is craving his touch.
When we arrive back at my house, he helps me take off my helmet and places it on the back of the bike. There’s tension between us. We both want to rip each other’s clothes off, and we both know it, but he’s letting me make the call.
I’m about to say fuck it and invite him inside when his phone rings.
“Yeah,” he answers, not looking away from me. The hungry look in those blue eyes has me unconsciously reaching out to him, trailing my fingers across his chest. “Fuck, okay. Tell Lust not to do anything. I’ll be there in ten.”
“Problem?” I ask, pressing my body against his. Knowing he has to go right now has me feeling bolder, wanting to play with fire.
He grips my ponytail in his hand and gently wraps it around his wrist. “Were you going to invite me inside?”
“I still hadn’t decided,” I lie.
His lip twitches, as if he knows it. “Liar. You were going to let me taste that sweet pussy, weren’t you?”
This man is shameless. He’s so confident and sure of himself. I’ve never met anyone like him.
And that’s probably a good thing.
“I guess you’ll never know,” I tease.
I feel comfortable with him, and that might be because I’ve already slept with him. I know this biker intimately, and somehow my body still calls for his.
“I have a situation I need to handle back at the clubhouse,” he rasps, tilting my head back, using my hair as a handle. The gentle tug has my nipples tightening. “Will you be awake later?”
My bottom teeth rake over my lip. “Maybe.”
He pushes his hips against me, letting me feel how hard he is. “I fucking hope so. Send me a text if you want me. If you don’t, I’ll take it as a no.”
He enters his number into my phone, hands it back to me, and then walks me to my door. I’m about to open my mouth to say goodbye when he gently pushes me back against the door and kisses me.
Not a sweet, soft kiss. No. It’s a claiming one.
His tongue tastes mine, and his hands lower to my ass while he takes what he wants from me. When he pulls away, it’s on my lips to beg for him to stay. I need to come so bad right now, but my pride keeps my mouth shut.
“Get inside, now,” he growls, putting space between us.
I quickly unlock my door and close it behind me, leaning against the cold wood as I take deep breaths.
As his motorcycle roars away, I get into bed, open my nightstand drawer, and pull out my vibrator. It only takes a few vibrations on my clit for me to come.
Lying back on my emerald-green sheets and looking up at the ceiling, I wonder what was going on at the clubhouse.
Will he eventually take me there?
Would I even want to go?
What about the women?
Is he with one of them now?
Gritting my teeth, I roll over onto my side with a sigh.
He’s not mine.
If he’s with someone else right now, it’s none of my business.
But if he is, I wish he’d stop chasing me.
It might be a game to him, but I’ve got a lot more to lose.
Deciding not to text him to come over, I fall asleep, replaying his lips on mine and his hard cock pressing against me.
I need to get laid.
And soon.
He doesn’t see me, but I sure as hell see him.
He’s walking into the bar with a few other bikers, three men in a row, all wearing the same Royal Bastards MC cut.
They are all tall, muscular, and catch the eye of every woman who passes them.
There are two women with them, both wearing short denim shorts and small tops just covering their breasts.
They look good. Sensual. I watch as one grabs onto Chance’s arm, and he looks down at her as she says something.
She laughs as she seductively runs her hand down his biceps.
The other woman then comes up on his other side and slides herself under his free arm.
They are all pasted together, as if they are very comfortable with each other.
I absently rub my tight chest, suddenly feeling ill.
I didn’t text him back, haven’t heard from him in a week, and now he’s out with other women while I’m picking up food for one at a restaurant.
How sad is that? Not wanting him to see me, I duck my head with the bag in my hand and head down the road toward my car.
Did he bring one of those women on the back of his bike?
The thought makes me frown. Once they are inside the bar, I turn on my engine and am about to drive home when I see someone coming up to my window.
Turning my head, I come face-to-face with someone I’d rather not see right now.
He taps on the window, and I hesitantly lower it. “Cash.”
Resting his hand on top of my car, he lowers his face. “Everything okay?”
I nod quickly. “Yeah, just getting some food and heading home. You?”
He lifts his chin toward his scooter. “Yeah, doing the same. Waiting for a few of the club brothers.”
Clearing my throat, I force a smile. “I better get home. I’ll see you at school.”
His knowing eyes look toward the bar, and then back to me. “Okay, drive safe, Miss Masters.”
“I will. Thank you, Cash.”
Feeling a lot less optimistic than I was last night, I get the hell out of there.