“Wanna get out of here?” She leans in closer so no one can hear. That’s Lissy, straight to the point.
Like me.
I think it over for a bit. Maybe it would help? I haven’t fucked anyone since Mackenzie came back into my life, maybe it will help break this connection we can’t seem to shake. It would be easy. Lissy and I spent a night together in Vegas a few months back. She knows what I like and clearly knows my tastes.
I look up and catch Holly watching. She looks away before I can tell her to fuck off.
“Nope, not tonight,” I reply to Lissy, my eyes on Holly. Lissy doesn’t say anything, not bothered by my rejection and again, I kick myself for knocking her back.
Fucking hell, what the fuck is wrong with me?
“I’m out for the night. See ya’ll tomorrow.” I stand and give a few head nods around the table before making my way around the clubhouse to my bike. I need out of here before I lose my cool.
“Beau, wait up,” Lissy calls out as I make it around the front and mount my ride.
“Lissy, don’t. You knew the fucking score back in Vegas. It was one time, not gonna happen again.” My tone isn’t nice, but she doesn’t seem fazed.
“I know, of course. I just wanted to say sorry. I wasn’t thinking. It’s why I followed you around here.” I look at her for a minute. She was a good fuck, into everything I put her through, but staring at her now, my head and my dick know she’s not what I want. Not what I fucking crave.
“No problem,” I finally say and start my bike up. The rumble of the pipes cut off anything else she could possibly want to say.
With one final head nod, I back out and take off, hoping a ride clears some of my head and I decide right then to take the long route home.
Maybe it’s not such a good idea to have Mackenzie in my space anymore if it’s messing with me so much.
But it’s not like I could ask her to leave.
I could send her back to the clubhouse?
No, there’s no way she would go for it, especially after demanding she move in with me. No fucking way.
After riding for over an hour, and no closer to coming to a decision, I pull up out front of my house, kick the stand down and climb off. The front porch light is switched off, but the kitchen light still glows, so I know she’s still awake.
“You’re home?” Mackenzie looks up from the porch swing when I climb the stairs.
“Jesus, darlin’, didn’t see you there.” I take stock of where she’s sitting and try to curb my displeasure that she’s out here in the dark.
“Sorry, was just enjoying the cooler air.” She pushes a blanket off her legs and stands.
“What the hell you doing out here in the dark?” I scold when I see her in her fucking nightgown.
Fuck me, she’s trying to kill me again.
The fabric molds to her body and exposes her erect nipples for the world to see.
Fuck, think of puppies, and babies. Puppies and babies.
“I’m fine, Beau. Relax.” She bends and picks up a mug, and then walks to the front door. I don’t fight her anymore on the subject because truthfully, I don’t have the energy. The woman fights me on everything and tonight I just don’t have it in me.
“You had dinner?” I ask, watching her walk into the kitchen. Her hips sway as she walks, drawing me in like some sort of siren.
I stay back kicking my boots off at the front and dropping my helmet on the table next to the door.
“Yeah, there’s leftovers in the fridge.” She looks up from washing out her mug when I make it to the kitchen.
“Thanks.” I head for the fridge, suddenly pretty fucking hungry.
“How was your night?” She pulls herself up on the counter, watching me dig into some chicken pie dish.
“All right. You should have stayed. The girls wanted to talk some girly shit with you,” I tell her with a mouth full of food.
“Umm, the parties get pretty full on.” She picks at a thread on her nightgown and looks up.
“Does it still make you uncomfortable?” I place my plate on the counter and pull a bottle of beer out of the fridge.
“No, it doesn’t bother me at all. Just didn’t want to see some things.”
“What things?” I push, not sure what she’s getting at.
“Well, you know, what you do is your thing and I respect that. I just didn’t want to risk seeing something I’m not sure I’d be able to handle.”
“You think I’m gonna be all over some club whore in front of you?”
“Why not? You don’t owe me anything. Like you said, we’re friends, and I know you and Lissy were—” She stops for a beat and arranges her face. “Anyway, it’s not my business.” She slides off the counter.
What the fuck? How the fuck does she know about Lissy?
“I’m gonna head to bed. I’m tired.” She brushes past me and before I realize what I’m doing my hand reaches out and grabs her. Her body locks, tensing under my touch. I wait a beat, pausing for her to realize I’m not a threat. It’s only a few short seconds before she relaxes.
“You don’t have to worry about that, darlin’.”
“Oh, I’m not. I know you have needs. We both do.” She steps back out of my reach and I can’t help but want to pull her back.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” The question comes out as a growl because she’s pissing me off. Fucking needs. What fucking needs is she talking about?
“You really want me to answer, Beau?”
“Yeah, I really do.”
“Okay, well, I haven’t seen you with anyone since I’ve been here. You don’t have to hide it from me, Beau. I mean we have to be okay when one of us brings someone else home.”
I think my chest tightens and my arm grows numb. The thought of a man in my house, in her bed, could warrant a heart attack, right?
“Darlin’, you won’t be bringing a man into my home.” I shut that shit down right now. I wouldn’t be able to control myself if some fucker was in my house touching what’s mine.
“Well, I’m not talking about tomorrow, Beau,” she argues, making it worse.
“You won’t be ever.”
“Beau—” She starts to explain, but my mind blanks, white noise blocks her out. Need, fear, and anger simmer through me and before I think it through, I step into her space, dip my head and smash my mouth to hers. She fights it to begin with, her hands pushing at my chest. Until I reach around and pull her closer. A soft sigh dances from her lips and my tongue sweeps, seeking an opportunity.
I know we’ve been here before and I told her I wouldn’t go there with her again, but in this moment, none of that matters. What started as simmering desire transforms into intense infatuation. To have her, taste her, make her mine, it’s too much to resist.
I’m fucking done fighting it.
Seventeen
Mackenzie
The kiss takes me by surprise. My first response is to fight it, push back and end it. Until his hand moves to the small of my back and pulls me in closer while his tongue whispers along my lips coaxing my mouth open. Desperation replaces my shock, and I meet his hunger with my own.
I know this is what we both agreed shouldn't happen, but I can’t stop. I can’t step away from him. Ever since the night I kissed him, I’ve been dreaming of this. I’ve been dreaming of a hell of a lot more than this.
Deepening the kiss, I rise to my toes and reach up to run my fingers through his hair. He has it pulled back in one of those knots on top of his head today, so I rip it out and help it fall free.