Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“Do you keep the Mustang so your dad has something to drive when they’re here?” I asked, following Mack into the house.
“No,” he replied, shaking his head. “I keep the Mustang ’cause it’s a hot fucking car and it took me years to rebuild. They could rent a car if they wanted to get around. But I do keep those fuckin’ aviator shades in the glove compartment for him.”
I laughed.
“Come here,” he said, pulling me toward the couch. He dropped down onto it with a sigh and let go of my hand. “Strip.”
“What?”
“Come on,” he said, smiling as he leaned back into the cushions. “Gimme a show, baby.”
I snorted, then realized he was completely serious.
“You want a show?”
“Yep.”
“Want me to turn on some music?” I asked dryly.
“I want you to take off your clothes,” he replied.
It should have been awkward, but it wasn’t. As I slowly took off my clothes, he sat patiently, his eyes never leaving me. By the time I was down to my bra and underwear, his hands were fisted at his sides, but he didn’t move.
“Jesus,” he murmured as soon as I was stripped bare. “You might be the most beautiful woman on the planet.”
“Might be?” I asked jokingly as I moved forward and straddled him.
“Haven’t seen all of ’em,” he replied, grinning as I pinched his side. “How the hell did I land you?”
“Pure dumb luck,” I shot back. “And the ability to make anything sound dirty.”
“I knew that would come in handy someday,” he said, reaching up to fist his hands in my hair.
Mack kissed me hard, all lips and teeth and tongue, and I lost my mind. I tore at his clothes, barely getting his t-shirt off before his fingers were sliding inside me, hitting just the right spot. We didn’t even bother with his jeans, pushing them down just far enough to pull his cock out. I was glad Mack had the presence of mind to roll on a condom, because I wasn’t thinking. I was too busy feeling. The rasp of his beard on my neck, the scratch of his jeans against my thighs, and the smooth skin of his shoulders under my fingertips had me on overload. It was fast and desperate and neither of us lasted long.
Later, after we’d moved to bed and fallen asleep, I woke up to Mack’s fingers running slowly up my thigh. That time was slow and even better.
* * *
The week passed quickly, full of visits with Mack’s parents between working at both jobs, packing for our trip—when you can only bring a backpack, you have to be strategic about it—and stumbling into bed with Mack in the middle of the night, only to wake up with him a few hours later. By the time we got to the clubhouse Friday morning I was a tired, haggard mess.
“Look at you, riding in on the back of Mack’s bike,” my sister-in-law Hawk teased out of the side of her mouth. “Someone’s an old lady.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I grumbled, my lips twitching. “Is Tommy wearing his shirt today?”
“Not if he values his nuts,” she replied breezily.
“Please don’t talk about Tommy’s anatomy,” Lily said as she strode up to us. “I’d like to keep my breakfast in my stomach.”
“His dick is fantastic,” Hawk said, jogging away as Lily slapped at her.
“Those two are freaks,” I told Lily, watching as Hawk pinched my brother’s ass and took off running.
“They’re freaking made for each other,” Lily replied. “And speaking of made for each other… things look like they’re going well with you and Mack.”
“They are,” I said, grinning. “Sorry I haven’t called. Shit has been crazy.”
“His parents are in town, right?” Lily said as we walked inside the club. “How has that been?”
“Great,” I replied with a shrug. “They’re the nicest people ever.”
“Not surprising,” Lily said. “Look at the kid they made.”
“True story.”
“You ready for this?” she asked, gesturing at the room full of people.
“What do you mean?” I asked in confusion. “I’ve been around this all my life.”
“Runs are different,” she said, throwing her arm over my shoulder. “Riding on the back of your man’s bike is different.”
“I think I can handle it,” I said with a laugh.
“Trust me,” she said seriously. “It’s one thing going as one of the brother’s kids—that shit is tame. This’ll be different.”
“I’m good.”
“Okay.” She nodded. “But don’t come crying to me when your ass is numb from riding.”
“I’m gonna ask you to rub it for me,” I said, smiling huge.
“You have Mack for that now,” she shot back.
I made my way around the room, saying my hellos, but it didn’t take long before we were all headed back outside. Watching the bikes move in a massive group was something to see, but riding in that group was something else. I’d always felt free on the back of a bike, but this time, I felt powerful. People stopped to stare as we rode through town, and other motorists changed lanes to let us pass, watching in awe as the men rode in sync, like one huge entity.