by Forgy, M. N.
“I’m not fucking Rapunzel!” I clip. Zeek stops, his hand rubbing the scruff lining his cheek.
“No, you’re a pain in my ass and until your little crush stops killing fellow brothers, your ass is to be hidden and not seen!” He lowers his head, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Got it?”
Dark beady eyes make me suck in my strength. If I didn’t need his protection, I’d tell him to go fuck himself. So instead, I glare in a different direction.
“Come on.” Mac taps the soft skin under my arm, urging me to follow him.
Walking back to the hotel, that melty cheese smell has the baby kick and I stop in front of the pizza stand.
“Can we—”
“Keep fucking walking!” Mac barks.
“Oh, come on!” I argue, wanting it so badly I could cry. It’d take us just a few minutes to stop. Face pinched in rage, he jerks me forward by the arm.
“What the hell is your problem!” I tug in his grip, trying to free myself. I’ve never seen him so angry at me before.
He doesn’t say a word the whole way up to our suite, which pisses me off. It’s as if we went three steps back in our … whatever we are.
Once inside the suite, he slams the door and pushes me up against the wall; my head thudding off it. His hand punches the wall beside my head, making me flinch.
“Having you come to my club with me, was not an invitation for you to let just any fucking hangaround fondle you like street pussy!”
Rearing my hand back, I slap him across the face. He makes it sound like I wanted to be touched, and that is not even close to the truth. Little beads of rage form on my neck, my chest heaving with rage.
“Maybe if you didn’t leave me, I wouldn’t have had some cruddy biker putting his greasy hands on me!” I defend, not backing down. Our eyes lock, neither of us saying a word, but the silence between us is doing all the talking. It’s sexual, jealous, and possessive.
“Do you fuck girls down there?”
His eyes narrow in on me in confusion.
“Since I’ve been here, have you fucked anyone?” I clarify.
He takes a step back, his hand on his jaw like he can’t believe I’m asking him that. Maybe I have no right to ask him, we’re not anything.
“Do you think I have?” he finally asks, his face devoid of any emotion.
“I don’t know.” Thinking about the man that Mac is, the glimpses I have seen of him, I don’t think he’d get so jealous of me if I wasn’t anything to him.
“Well, I haven’t.”
My head snaps up, our eyes meeting. Maybe my hormones are reading into it a little more than I should, but a biker who is being turned down by one woman and is refusing sexual favors from willing women says a lot to me.
“Really?” I can’t hold the smile back that rips through my lips.
He doesn’t reply, just smirks.
Raising my hand, I swipe at the blood crusting around his split, lip.
“You got punched for me,” I whisper. Before I can pull my thumb away, he nips at it with his teeth, sucking it into his mouth. Warm wetness surrounds my thumbnail, and my clit twitches with arousal.
“While you’re stuck in this tower with me, you and that baby are only to be touched by me, understand?” His throaty voice hitting me in every way.
I nod. Why do I nod? I’d never comply with being made an object.
Mac
In my room, I saunter to the floor to ceiling windows and press my forehead against the tinted glass. My chest is barreled tight with unfamiliar emotion. Seeing that guy touch Simone like that, it unlocked something feral and uncontrollable. The way that fucker’s eyes seared into her pregnant belly like it was a fuel to getting his rocks off. I became… protective. I mean, Zeek ordered me to protect her, but what I felt, what I feel. It’s more than just a job. A task.
Simone is more.
Her and that baby have become more.
I cannot deny it, and I will kill every motherfucker that tries to tell me different.
Maybe my mother dying being pregnant with me has torn the soft spot in my armor just enough for her and this baby to slip in, but either way… I can’t turn away from them. I just keep pulling them in deeper, even if I know deep down Simone can do way better than me.
Winds blows against the glass, the city becoming foggy as a storm blankets over the streets. Heaven and hell are fighting tonight, and the gods know it.
I shove myself away from the glass and call it a night.
Chapter 13
Simone
Wind bellows against the windows of my room. Howling and screeching waking me from my sleep. Scooting to the side of the bed, I push myself up and look out the window. I can’t see a thing, there’s nothing but sand. I stand, and the weight of my belly causes my lower back to instantly hurt. I don’t know how much more weight I can take.
Wobbling to the glass, I look out. Lightning strikes across the sky, and wind pummels against the glass. Little grains of desert making the scariest of sounds. Living outside of Vegas I’ve never really seen the full effect of a storm in the city. I frown, curious if the building is strong enough to withstand such hard wind gusts. The lamp I left on next to the bed flickers, and my heart skips a beat. A loud bellow outside the window snapping my attention from the bulb to the sudden crash. A bright lit up sign snaps in two, skidding down the street into complete darkness.
Hand on my belly, I open my bedroom door and look for Mac. Surely, he’s seen something like this before and will know if we need to take some precautions or seek shelter.
The main room is quiet and eerily dark, so I head to his room where the door is firmly shut. I stare at the handle, my bottom lip tucked in between my teeth. Should I open it? What if he’s jerking off? Naked even.
A gust of wind howls at the windows and I swear I feel the wind swish around my feet. Palming the chrome door handle I crack it open and find Mac splayed among the bed, his blanket tangled around his legs. I step inside, trying to be quiet. His chest is bare with just enough chest hair to show his rugged side.
His hair is in his face and curled around his ears from turning his head back and forth in the plush pillows. He looks boyish, and vulnerable.
Against my better judgment, my eyes trail down his abs to his dark blue briefs. His cock is hard, and there’s no mistaking the barbell sticking through the tip of it. My eyes widen. That had to hurt, but the way it makes my toes curl into the floor with admiration, I can see why he got it.
It’s sexy.
Something crashes outside, and the baby kicks when fear riddles through my limbs. Quickly I climb onto the bed and throw what blankets I can pull from Mac, over me. I close my eyes, hoping it’s just a storm they normally get in this area.
“What are you doing in my bed, Pocahontas?” The husky growl of his voice causes my nipples to bud against my top. I both want him to pursue me and wait like a gentleman.
I roll over to face him, his sleepy eyes looking right at me.
“I’m scared of storms. This one seems pretty bad, are they normally like this?” I rest my head in my hands. The lightning outside casts a ghostly splash across Mac’s face, his irises smoldering beneath the light.
His eyes flick to the window before landing back on me.
“They can get pretty destructive.” He yawns before focusing on my hard-erect nipples. His lips curve into a smirk, before dark lustful eyes sink into me. “So you snuck into my room with”—he lifts the blankets, and I run my toe up my leg sexily—“just a small top and panties on?”
“We were scared,” I clarify, I push the blankets down. His eyes bolt to mine, his face softening.
Reaching under the blankets, he rests his hand on my belly. “Is the baby awake?”
Just then the baby rolls against his hand, and Mac smirks.
“I’d say so.”
He brushes my shirt up and rubs his callused hand along my bare belly. Oh my God it feels so good on my stretched skin, I can’t
help but close my eyes and breathe into it. My toes curling into the mattress for more. My skin has been stretching so bad lately it never stops itching.
He rubs farther up, and a deep sigh catches in my throat. Inhaling a deep breath, I will his fingers to go just a little higher. As if he read my body language, Fingers swipe amongst the bottom of my breast and my knees arch on their own. My panties soak with arousal, I claw at the sheets, and my head presses into the pillow.
“Fuck Pocahontas, you’re driving me wild with those little sighs.”
“Just don’t stop touching me.” Flexing my hips, I urge him on.
He leans in closer, his breath hot and sticky against the crook of my neck. With his body tucked up to my side he’s warm to the touch, with muscles bulging from holding his own weight. I cock my head to the side and stare into his hooded eyes. They’re a heavy brown and focused directly on me. His erect cock presses into my thigh, and I widen my knees. Wanting him.
He looks down, acknowledging my invitation.
“You have no idea what you’re doing.” His voice throaty.
His hand slowly slides down my belly and I can’t help but tremble under his touch. His fingers tickling the inside of my thigh until a shiver laces around my neck making it hard to breathe. God just touch me already. My clit is practically throbbing with the need for his attention.
His fingertip tugs at the fabric of my panties, and a supple mewl spills from my mouth. Using the pad of his finger he swipes through my wetness, and I buck against his hand for more. I want to be filled and stretched by him so badly I physically ache with need.
“This for me, Pocahontas?” He plays with my wetness between his fingers.
Lips tucked between my teeth to keep my composure, I nod.
The elastic of my underwear slaps against my sensitive skin, and my entire lower half blooms with warmth.
The bed shifts, and a cold draft slip over me. I open my eyes finding him biting his bottom lip and looking at me with an unfamiliar look. His eyes not as lustful as before. Sucking in a tight breath, I pull my shirt down to cover my bare stomach.
“We should get some sleep,” he suggests, but the crack in his voice suggests he’s struggling with this suggestion. Grasping the blanket, he throws it over us, and lays behind me, protectively placing his hand on my belly. The baby kicks it as if it knows it’s him.
Staring at the ceiling, my body is so wound up if I move my thighs just right, I’m sure I’d come all over myself. I close my eyes, trying to focus on the wind blowing against the windows and not the sexy man behind me.
It’s no use, I can’t. What just happened? Why doesn’t he want me? Turning my head, I look at him. He has his eyes closed. His nostrils flaring with hard breathing.
“What was that?” I have to ask. His eyes open, but he looks past me.
“I can’t sleep with you, Simone.” His voice dry. Rejection stabs me in the chest.
“Why? Did Zeek say something?” I push. “Is it because I said I wanted to take it slow before?” God why did I fucking say that?
He huffs, his face looking conflicted.
“I just – I just can’t, okay?”
“Is it because of Gatz?”
He freezes, and I know I hit the issue on the head. Sitting up, the blankets pulled to my neck, I wait for him to explain.
“He-he was my brother. We have a code not to fuck with another man’s woman and you were his. Him not being here—”
Holding my hand up, I stop him right there.
“I was not his. It was a one-night stand that led to this,” I point to my stomach. “He loved Kane, Kane loved him. Neither of them loved me.” The last few words a mere whisper. “I’m nobody’s.”
Mac’s face pales as if he’s seeing me for the first time as a single woman. Opening his mouth, he begins to say something and shuts it. Brows furrowed, he tucks his arm around my belly, gripping my hip and pulling me close.
Hormones want me to cry. I want to yell and be mad, but I just scoot under the blankets, and tuck my head onto his shoulder. The smell of mint soothing me and the baby into a comforting ease.
“You’re somebody’s,” he mutters, his words vibrating his chest.
Placing my arm on his hard chest, I close my eyes and wonder if he means I’m the club’s, or his.
I don’t know what just happened, but I can’t take much more of his soft touches, and hard comes on only to be left with wet panties, and unsatisfied.
Chapter 14
Simone
Standing in the living room, I stare outside. The storm did a number on the city. There’s dust all over the streets and signs down everywhere. The sun is high in the sky; it looks hot outside. My skin chills from the air conditioner and I shiver. I want to be outside where it’s warm. I want to feel the sun on my cheeks. I sigh and turn to find Mac sitting on the couch, drinking a beer with his computer propped up on his ripped jeaned legs.
“Can we go to the pool?”
He scoffs but doesn’t reply.
“I’m serious.”
His eyes lift over the screen of his computer, clearly annoyed at my persistence.
“Yeah, because last time we left this room, it went so well.”
He has a point, but that was all him, and the way his eyes dart back to his computer I can tell he’s remembering him going all protective-boyfriend on that creepy guy.
“What are you doing on there that’s so important anyway?” I lift my chin to his spaceship looking laptop.
He takes a large gulp of his beer.
“Stuff,” he clips.
Lifting my foot, I nudge his boot off the coffee table.
“Tell me, or I’ll just keep asking.”
He groans, setting his beer down.
“Studying algorithms.”
I raise a brow. “Why?”
“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” His line so cliché I can’t help but roll my eyes.
“Ok, James Bond.”
He chuckles, running his hand through the hair that’s fallen in his eyes. The way his face lights up is contagious, so I grin.
“Let’s just say I’m trying to find a futile future for the club’s customer network.”
My eyes rise with appreciation. Mac really is a smart guy, he could be on Wall Street or something if he wanted to.
“How’d you end up in a biker gang? You could do anything you want with those kinds of skills,” I blurt my curiosity.
Mac bites his cheeks, his eyes looking to something in the distance.
“Because no nine to five desk job would ever be home to me. Not like the Sin City Outlaws. Plus, I’m pretty sure they’d frown when I stole money from them because I was unhappy with their shitty pay. Besides, what fun would it be to play by the rules of a company when I can break so many and get away with it on my own.”
He lifts his brows at me, and I have nothing in reply. See, smart guy.
“Why don’t you do real estate or some shit instead of giving the country the fuel it needs to flare up illegal gangs around the states?”
My mouth parts, him knowing what I did before… before this, it’s surprising.
“What, you didn’t think I did my research on you, Princess?” He tilts his head to the side, his face smug. “The Ray family is practically the Native American mafia.”
I lift my chin, proud of what my family and I have accomplished.
“What fun would it be to sell a house unless it was a grow house. I couldn’t make the kind of money I did following Uncle Sam’s rules.”
“Exactly.” He points the barrel of his beer bottle at me.
I tilt my head to the side, curious about this man more than I’ve ever been curious about anything.
“How long have you been with the club?” I press.
“Long time,” his tone dry. He’s done divulging any further information.
His hands go back to click-clacking on the keyboard, and my boredom returns.
Hand on my belly
I rub it in a circular motion. “Either you take me to the pool, or I’m going on my own,” I state, not done with my conversation. “Everyone will see you trying to tug a pregnant woman in distress back to your hotel room,” I continue.
He slams his laptop down and rolls his eyes. “Damn it, woman, why do you have to be such a pain in my ass.” The sentence draws out, really indicating how much I’m irritating him.
He stands, pulling his phone from his jeans.
It takes everything I have not to giggle. Being annoying to him really does entertain me.
“I guess I could use some fresh air too.” His brows scrunched together, he turns, hushing demands into his phone.
Biting my nail, I wait for him to finish his call.
Sighing, he tucks his phone back into his jeans pocket.
“Find something to wear, you got ten minutes at the pool and then it’s back in here and you stop annoying me.” He points at me, his face serious.
I squeal with excitement and waddle off to my room. I don’t have a swimsuit. Not anything even close to one, so I head over to Mac’s room and open his drawer. He has a wife-beater shirt and a pair of drawstring shorts. I snatch them and put them on in his room. The shirt stretches over my belly bump just barely, and I have to double tie the shorts to make them fit, but they work.