“Hmm, that’s new.”
“Oh, fucking knock it off!” Ash was surprised when she yelled at him and it made him a little angry too. She just acted like he was supposed to forget everything and forgive her.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” she said, standing up. She was five feet nothing without her shoes, and Ash was over six feet tall. But Mack got close enough to him that her smell was almost overwhelming and with her chest pushed out and an angry look on her face she said, “I said, knock it the fuck off. Quit being such a pussy and get over it. It was five fucking years ago and I didn’t come here for more of your abuse. I came here to help you find your sister.”
“Did you really just call me a pussy?”
“Yeah, I did. I’m sick of this, Ash. You have no idea what I had to put up with for not showing up at that wedding. You have no idea what I’ve been through. So, I’d thank you to keep your feeling sorry for yourself to yourself. I’m done feeling guilty. I’ve apologized and if you can’t forgive me and move on...then I guess it’s just your own fucking prob...” Ash stopped her, with a kiss. It was an angry kiss and she returned it in kind. The entire time he was kissing her his mind was reeling. He didn’t know if he was pissed as hell, or turned on. She’d just called him a pussy. If she’d been a man, he would have knocked her the fuck out for that. Any other woman, he would have walked away, and kept walking. But it was Mackenzie and her verbal abuse had turned him on. Maybe he was so horny he’d just lost his damned mind. He suddenly realized what he was doing and pushed her away. She was gasping for air and he could see the same lust on her face that he knew was on his.
“I don’t forgive you,” he said, not sure if he wanted to convince her, or himself. “But don’t you ever fucking call me a pussy. You have no idea what I’ve done with my life.”
“You’re right,” she said, in a raspy, sexy voice. “And you have no idea what I’ve done with mine. I think it’s probably time for you to...” She started to turn her back to him and on impulse he reached out and took her arm in his hand. She let out a little startled cry and he let go of her.
“Fuck...I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him. He turned toward the door of the room and when his hand was on the handle she said:
“You don’t like me anymore, I get that. But if you want to fuck me tonight, Ash...I’m all in. I could use a stress release.”
In shock, he turned and looked at her. “Seriously?”
“Why not? I’m sure you have no-strings-attached sex all the time, right? Why not with me?” This offer seemed so unlike Mack to him...but did he really even know her any longer? Maybe he never really knew her. Maybe she’d left him because the sex wasn’t satisfying...and she’d found someone who could quell that beast inside of her, the one that seemed to be looking out at him now from behind her sexy blue eyes. He knew he was wasting his time fighting this. He wanted her, and she was offering herself to him...maybe he’d show her what she was missing. Without saying a word, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her snugly up against him, causing her to let out a big gasp of air. But she didn’t pull back or resist. Her hands slid up his arms to his shoulders and he felt her grasp onto him. He’d wanted to feel that for so fucking long that he had to fight a whirlwind of emotions that raced through him. He was going to fuck her...that was it, no feelings, no emotions, no broken hearts, no strings.
Mack was massaging his shoulders with her fingers, hard, digging them into his flesh. He dipped his head and caught her lips, kissing her hard, biting at them, sucking her tongue as far into his mouth as he could get it. Her mouth was warm and wet and sweet...she tasted so fucking good. Meanwhile his hands began to explore her body. She’d filled out in places, matured, since the last time they’d been together. He let his hands slide down her back and settle on the cheeks of her butt. Through the t-shirt and whatever panties she had on underneath, he could feel the firm but soft flesh. He massaged it through her clothes while they kissed and while he did that, he felt her hands pushing his t-shirt up and beginning to explore the muscles and skin on his back and then around front to his chest. Her touch was like an electric current running from her fingertips straight through his body and settling in his cock. He told himself he was just horny...he’d been horny...this wasn’t about Mack. This was about passion that came from the ugly feelings that lay between them and he was going to fully enjoy it...he deserved it, she owed him at least that much.
She had his shirt up underneath his arms. He stepped back and pulled it off. When his hands went to his belt, he watched her slide the t-shirt she was wearing up and over her head. He thought his mouth was dry before...fuck, she was fucking gorgeous. She had on a pair of black stretchy boy shorts that outlined the lips of her pussy and hugged the tops of her thighs. Her legs were fucking hot...not skinny like some of the girls he fucked, but not an ounce of fat on them either. She definitely worked on her body, and it showed. Above those boy shorts was a flat stomach, almost defined with muscle, and the most delicious-looking set of breasts and nipples he’d ever seen. He hadn’t forgotten them. They were always one of his favorite parts...but to see them in the flesh again took his breath away.
Ash finished taking off his pants, and still wearing his shorts with a huge tent in the front of them, he grabbed her again. He wanted to feel her body pressed into him and when he did, he felt his body convulse of its own free will. Her hard nipples bored into his chest while the rest of her breasts crushed into it. His hands were on her back again, this time sliding down onto the top of the little shorts and then down inside of them. Before long, his hands were gripping onto her full, sweet, sexy, hard ass.
Ash walked her backwards to the bed and when the backs of her knees hit it, he pulled his hands out of her shorts and used them to pull them off her. He pushed them down to her ankles and she stepped out of them. They were wet...he could feel it...and a feeling he’d never had before came over him and he brought them up to his face and inhaled her. He saw her shiver as she watched him and then he felt her hands on his cock, touching him through the fabric of his shorts. She was using her fingers, running them up and down the length of him and pausing on the tip. It felt amazing and for a second he just closed his eyes and let himself feel.
At last, opening his eyes as he realized she was sliding her hand down in his shorts and he just might come already if she touched him, he pushed her back onto the bed and almost dove on top of her, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, attacking it. He sucked it hard. He licked it, pressing down against it with his tongue and letting the passion and the urgency he was feeling flow through him as he did, letting it drive him...like adrenaline almost. He moved over and sucked and licked the other wildly, even nibbling at her nipple and making her moan as her hands went up to his hair and she pulled him in closer, holding his head to her chest in a silent cry for more. He gave her more, getting even rougher as she arched her back up off the bed and her breathing sounded loud and strange, and the noises she was making were sending tingling sensations to every nerve in his body.
Finally, he let his mouth slide down over her belly and land on her mound. He sucked her flesh into his mouth and looked up at her. She was watching him with so much desire in her eyes that the look alone sent him soaring to the edge. He moved his face downward as she opened her thighs and he dove into her pussy. For five years he’d held onto the memories of what she tasted like and how she felt...but those memories and even his fantasies didn’t do any of this justice. She was delicious, and just the way she reacted to him was an incredible fucking turn-on. She whimpered and squirmed and pushed his face down...getting more excited when he used his teeth, when his hands dug into the flesh of her ass as he held her up off the bed and licked and sucked at her clit and that sweet, sweet pussy. His cock was pressed into the bed and he had to rock himself back and forth to somewhat relieve the pressure and the ache there. He was dying to be inside of her...but he wasn’t ready for this to b
e over...not by a long shot.
10
Mack couldn’t believe this was happening. She was shocked at her own boldness...the way she’d finally told him off and how she’d wantonly thrown herself at him afterwards. But she could see that he wanted her. He wanted to hate her, and maybe he did...but he also wanted to fuck her, and she wasn’t lying, she needed the release, badly.
When they were younger, sex between them was good...but Ash had certainly learned a few new moves. Or maybe it was just that he was so angry. The passion that was flowing between them was unlike anything she’d ever felt with anyone before, even him. She loved the feel of his mouth on her body, she loved the way his hands roughly touched her, the way his teeth grazed her most sensitive spots. She loved how he was manhandling her...and she wanted more. She wound her fingers in his hair and tugged him up, hard. He growled as his face left her pussy, but he slid up her body, letting her guide him back to her mouth. She licked and sucked at his lips first, biting at them, tasting herself. She could tell that got him even more turned on. Their kiss was less like a kiss and more like some kind of animal mating ritual.
Her hands were still in his hair and one of his had slid underneath her neck and was holding her head up off the bed while they devoured each other. His free hand was down between them...between her legs, exploring her soaked pussy, sliding open her lips, delving up into her tunnel, pinching, pulling, and twisting and twirling her clit...taking her to the brink of madness.
She finally had to touch him too. She let go of his hair and slipped her hands over his shoulders and down his back. When she reached his shorts, she pushed at them and he raised up to let her push them down far enough to let his big, hard cock pop out. She wrapped her warm, soft hand around it and applied just enough pressure to make him gasp. He kissed her even harder and the more she rolled her palm across the wet tip of his hard cock and moistened it so that it slid down the shaft with ease, the deeper the moans were that came from his chest. Without lifting his mouth off her body, he slid it down from her lips, across her chin, and down her neck, finding a piece of sensitive skin and taking it into his mouth. She arched up as he began to suck on her, stroking him harder and flexing her hips into him, trying to calm her throbbing pussy...but it didn’t calm anything, it only made her need him more.
“Fuck me!” she gasped out. Ash pulled his head up and looked at her. For a second she thought she saw a flicker of emotion that wasn’t anger...but that was quickly gone, and she was strangely relieved. Dealing with his anger all these years had been much easier than seeing him in the kind of pain that everyone told her about afterward. She tucked that all away for now and said it again, “Fuck me, Ash.”
He pushed up on his arms and then stood up off the bed. She watched him take off his shorts and reach for his jeans...but then suddenly, he had a change of plans. Instead of reaching for the condom, or at least that’s what she assumed he’d been going for, he reached over and put a big hand on the back of her head and pulled her face to the edge of the bed. Then taking his cock in his hand, he shoved it up against her lips. “Suck it,” he told her.
The sound of his voice, demanding, angry...excited...it excited her. She opened her lips and let the tip slide in enough so that she could suck it lightly. He sucked in a breath of air through his gritted teeth and she opened her mouth wider, taking in another inch of his throbbing cock, sliding her tongue all the way around it as she did. He gasped again and pushed it harder into her mouth, suddenly shoving it all the way to the back of her throat without warning. She gagged and choked slightly, but when he started to pull back, she grabbed the base of it with her hand and pulled him back in. He groaned as she started sucking him, using her tongue to move his big cock in and out of her mouth, taking him as deeply into her throat as she could and holding him there long enough to swallow around it and make him moan.
Ash let her pleasure him with her mouth for as long as he seemed to be able to take it and then with a loud grunt, he pulled away, pulled his cock out from between her lips, stood up again and reached for his pants. Mack adjusted herself to the center of the bed and her pussy drooled with anticipation as she watched him slide the rubber sheath over his cock. His body was so beautiful. He had muscles in all the right places. His tattoos were like decoration on an already beautiful canvas...but his face, those eyes, and those lips...those were what haunted her late at night.
Once Ash had the condom in place he climbed back onto the bed, but instead of positioning himself between her legs he flipped her over onto her belly. Slapping her ass with his palm he said, “Lift it up.” She did, and he slapped the other side before driving that big cock into her wet pussy and making them both cry out with ecstasy. From that point on there was not even a question about feelings other than the ones that his cock inside of her were causing. He clutched onto her so hard that it wouldn’t have been surprising if his fingers actually dug into her skin...but she loved it. She loved him holding onto her possessively. It woke up something inside of her that she never even knew was there. She wanted him to possess every part of her and as he pulled her up off the bed so that she was sitting up backwards in his lap and he moved her up and down on top of his cock...and slid his hands up to grasp onto her breasts...she felt it. For those few, wonderful, sexy, ecstatic minutes...he owned every part of her. She was finally his...if only for a night.
Ash fucked her for a long time, through two of her own orgasms, before he finally held her so tightly against him that she could barely breathe, and had a huge orgasm of his own. He held her for several minutes, allowing himself to recover and both of their breaths to calm down before he lifted her up off of him. He was gentle with her when he laid her down on the bed, but he didn’t look at her as he climbed out of it. He stood up, peeled the condom off, and carried it into the bathroom. She heard him in there running the water for a few minutes and when he came out he still didn’t look at her. She got up and took her turn in the bathroom and when she came out, he was fully dressed. He finally looked at her and said:
“You can go home after you get some sleep. I’ll deal with the police here and let you know if Charlie shows up. I can’t leave right now, but if she’s not home by the time I can, I’ll fly out there and help look for her.”
“You can’t leave right now?” She was still floating on high...but those few simple words threatened to flood her system with anger all over again. “We’re talking about your fifteen-year-old sister.”
The flames were in his eyes again. “You think I don’t know that? Do you think I don’t know how many things could be happening to her out there? But what the fuck should I do, Mack? Huh? I should just leave and go travel across the United States to look for her? It will be like looking for a needle in a haystack and a waste of time. That doesn’t mean I don’t care, or I’m just not going to do anything. The club has a friend in Boston that does investigative work. I’ll have him looking for her, tracking the GPS on her phone, talking to people she knows...Fuck, why am I even explaining this to you?”
“I’m sorry,” she said, suddenly feeling like the adrenaline was gone and she was exhausted. “I know you love Charlie and I know you’ll do everything you can to find her. I’m just worried, and tired...again, I’m sorry. I’ll get the earliest flight out that I can in the morning.”
Ash started toward the door but again stopped before he got there. Turning back around he said, “Thank you, Mack. If you hadn’t told me, I would have found out when the police landed on our doorstep and that would have been so much worse. So, thank you...and thank you for...”
Mack shook her head at him. She didn’t want him to say it. She didn’t want him to even mention the sex. She’d wanted it...so fucking bad. But now that he was walking away and sending her back to New York, she just felt empty, again. Ash gave her a curt nod and went out the door. As soon as he was gone, she locked it, curled up in the center of the bed, and cried herself to sleep.
11
“You got something
more important to think about than this meeting?” Wolf barked at Ash. He started at the sound of his president’s harsh voice. He hadn’t been mentally present, and of course Wolf noticed. Charlie had been missing for four days, and there had been no sign of her at all. Ash checked in with Mack daily and he had Hunter, from the Southside Skulls, looking for her too. He was working on getting a GPS location on her phone, and he had assured Ash it shouldn’t be much longer. Allison had called and gone completely ballistic on him, accusing him of orchestrating the entire thing, and hiding Charlie at the clubhouse. Ash didn’t say anything other than to tell her he was as worried about Charlie as she was. She didn’t believe him, and he still thought she was a bitch. But he had to keep in mind that on top of that, she was still a mother and she had to be hurting.
Wolf had been preoccupied with finding out who had beaten poor Tex, and Ash hadn’t wanted to bother him with his problems, so he still hadn’t told him about Charlie.
“Sorry, boss. I’m here. Sorry.”
“His sister is missing,” Sledge said. Ash sighed. He was planning on telling Wolf after the meeting since Allison had insisted on the phone that she was calling Fresno PD herself if NYPD didn’t. She wanted them to search the premises of the club and find out once and for all if the “thugs” were hiding her baby.
“She’s missing?” Wolf said. “Since when?”
“Four days now,” Ash said. “She was mad at her mom and she took off. She’s got plenty of money and expensive tastes, so I’m sure she’s just cooling her heels in some fancy hotel, eating a lot of room service and watching MTV or whatever the fuck kids watch these days.”
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