Fighting Mac (Charon MC)

by Khloe Wren

  “I didn’t say cover ‘em up, Zara. Play with them. Squeeze, tug, roll your nipples. Show me what you like.”

  “I like you doing all that.”

  “But I have your clit to play with, so you need to occupy those pretty tits of yours.”

  I moved my hand so my thumb was over the top of her slit, and as soon as she began to squeeze her tits, I pressed down, rubbing in small circles that had her body shuddering. The hotter she got, the braver she got. Soon she was tugging at her nipples and rolling them between her fingers. When she pulled on both at the same time, stretching them out, I couldn’t take any more.

  With a growl, I rolled us over, hitched one of her legs high up on my waist and started to pound into her. With the first thrust, she quit playing and, with a gasp, threw her hands out to take fistfuls of bedding. Her head thrashed as she tilted her hips at me with every thrust. When my balls drew up ready to blow, I slid my hand between us and pinched and flicked at her clit.

  “C’mon, bunny. Come apart for me. I’m not going over without you going first.”

  One more flick and she tightened down on me with a scream. Her channel rippled and clenched around my dick and that was it. I buried my face against her neck as, calling her name, I jerked and filled her up with my come. Fuck, I wish she was fully mine. That I didn’t need to wear a fucking condom because she’d want to have my seed inside her, would want my kid growing inside her belly. Twisting my head, I left another bite mark on her shoulder. Knowing she would be out of it for a couple minutes, I took my time easing from her body. I feathered kisses over her face and toyed with her nipples and tits some more. Both her tight little points were rosy red now and I was certain they’d be sensitive as hell for at least the next day. I was gonna have fun teasing them every chance I got. She’d feel every little brush against them. Hmmm. Tonight was gonna be so much fun.

  “You are so fucking sexy, Zara. I’m not ever gonna get my fill of you.”

  I was tempted to say so much more. She looked like she was sleeping peacefully, but she’d proven she heard what was said when she was out with cataplexy. I needed to keep my growing feelings inside for now. She’d run for sure if she knew how much I wanted her to be wearing my fucking property patch already.

  CHAPTER 10

  Zara

  Mac was sucking me in under his spell. The way he caressed and kissed me until I came back out of my attack had my heart melting. The ache in his voice when he’d said he’d never get enough had warmth spreading throughout my body–and for once it wasn’t from embarrassment.

  When I could move, I trailed my fingers up his arm, loving the feel of his muscles twitching and flexing beneath my touch.

  “Welcome back, bunny. C’mon, time for a shower, then we need to get downstairs. Probably considered rude to miss your own party.”

  “Since when is it my party?”

  “It always was, bunny. Scout wanted you to meet everyone, get you familiar with the club since you’re living here now.”

  He dragged me with him out of bed and over to the bathroom. Unfortunately, or maybe it was fortunate, the shower stall was only big enough for one, so we washed up separately. Even though he couldn’t be the one to clean me up, he stood watching me with his hot, intense stare the entire time. It was enough to make me start squirming all over again. Needing a moment away from his hot stare, I toweled off as fast as I could, and went back into the bedroom. I went over to my suitcase sitting just inside the door, and pulled it out far enough I could lie it down to open it. I had the zip half undone when Mac came out of the bathroom. My mouth went dry at the sight he made. With only a towel wrapped around his lean waist, and water droplets clinging to every inch of exposed skin, I wanted nothing more than to lick off.

  I forced my eyes closed as I took a deep breath.

  “Whatever idea just flashed through your mind, I want to know about.”

  “No, you really don’t. Not if you want to go downstairs anytime soon.”

  When I reopened my eyes, he immediately held my gaze captive for a few moments. “Fair enough. You can keep it for later, then. I bought you some clothes for tonight. I thought you’d want to fit in.”

  I smiled. “You didn’t have to do that. But it’s very sweet of you.”

  My first clue he was up to something was the lopsided smirk he wore as he headed to the shopping bags he’d brought in earlier.

  “Come here and I’ll show you what I got you. Might even help you put it on, if you’ll let me.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I can dress myself, Mac. I think you’ve proven well enough I don’t mind you controlling me in bed, but out of it is a different story. And now I’m kind of worried about what the hell you bought me. I did bring clothes. I own jeans and stuff. Just because all you’ve seen me in is work or gym clothes, doesn’t mean that’s the limit of my wardrobe.”

  Despite my tough words, I went to him. Curiosity at what he’d bought quickly won out over my show of independence. First thing out of the bag was a beautiful emerald lacy bra, together with a matching thong. My lips stretched up into a grin. I didn’t normally wear thongs, but this set was gorgeous. I reached out to run a finger over the lacy cup.

  “How did you know what size to buy?”

  “I took a little peek in your suitcase this morning. I wanted to surprise you.”

  Before I realized what he was doing, he jerked the towel off my body. “Mac!”

  “What? I’ve seen it all, touched it all, and I intend to do all that and more later. Lift your foot...”

  He snapped off the tag and held the thong out for me to step into like a child. But for some stupid reason I lifted my foot and then the other. The lace was amazingly soft, and felt luxurious as Mac slid it up my legs. He settled the underwear over my hips and then cupped my ass and squeezed it.

  “Hmm, I was right. That color is perfect on your pale skin with your reddish-blonde hair.”

  “It’s strawberry blonde, not really red.”

  He quirked his brow at me as he pulled the tag off the bra.

  “That quick temper of yours spells redhead to me, bunny.”

  With a growl I snatched the bra and clipped it on before Mac could do it. Damn infuriating man.

  “Just show me what you want me to wear already.”

  I almost sighed in relief at the shirt he pulled out next. A tight shirt with a low V neckline, in a similar green to the underwear.

  “I can see you picked a theme and stuck with it.”

  He shrugged, looking completely confident. Again, I took it from his hands and pulled it over my head before he could get any ideas about helping. The next thing out of the bag had me frowning.

  “Oh, hell no.”

  It was a skirt. A fucking incredibly short one.

  “Oh, c’mon, Zara. You’ll rock this thing. And just think of how easy it will be for me to get to you to ease that ache you get around me.”

  Ah, it all made sense now. “So, the real reason you bought me a new outfit was because you wanted to guarantee you’d have easy access to my–to my–um…”

  “Your pussy. Say it, Zara.” He stood and cupped that very body part in his palm. “This, right here, is the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had and yes, I want to have easy access to it. Maybe later, after the kids have all disappeared, I can sit with you out the back by the fire pit, unzip my pants, flip up your skirt, and fuck you nice and slow by the firelight. No one will see a thing out there. And I guarantee we won’t be the only ones doing it.”

  My mouth fell open. “Oh my–you’re actually serious, aren’t you?”

  “Hell yeah, I am. C’mon, just wear the skirt. If, after half an hour you still feel uncomfortable wearing it, you can come up here and change into jeans. How about that?”

  I ran my gaze over him, then the skirt. It wasn’t like I didn’t like how my legs looked. And it was his club, he’d know what I’d need to wear to fit in.

  “Okay. Half an hour.”

  I held out my
hand for the skirt and he did his thing with pulling off the tag and handed it over. I slipped it up my thighs and buttoned the front closure up. Then I turned to head back into the bathroom to look in the mirror.

  “Holy shit, Mac! What the fuck did you do?”

  Poking out the top of the shirt edge was a huge fucking love-bite. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

  “I was simply marking what’s mine, just in case I’m not by your side for a minute and some other fucker thinks you’re available.”

  He pushed the shirt down off one shoulder and revealed another one.

  “What the fuck? You part vampire or something?”

  “Nah, bunny. Just a little possessive of my property.” He gave my ass a tap as he moved away. “We need to get moving.”

  I watched in the mirror as he strode over to a wardrobe where he dropped the towel, before pulling out a clean pair of jeans. Damn, but that man had a very fine ass. Shaking my head, I dashed over to my suitcase to grab my toiletries bag, then headed back to the bathroom. I kept my makeup light and brushed out my hair, not bothering to put it up. Between my boobs out and proud and all the leg I was showing, I didn’t think I needed to do anything else to attract attention.

  When I was done I turned around and stopped dead in my tracks.

  “Oh my–”

  Mac had added a belt with a large Harley Davidson buckle and his cut. No shirt for my man, and it left me speechless. He prowled over to me and I tilted my head up for his kiss. Wanting it. Needing it. I pressed my palms against his tummy, then slid them up under the leather until they rested against his solid pectorals, the hair there tickling my skin.

  He took my mouth, slamming his lips over mine. Owning me, branding me with his kiss. Then he pulled back with a groan.

  “Okay baby, time to go. I didn’t get you new shoes. Had no fucking clue where to even start on that one.”

  With a chuckle, wondering if he did try but couldn’t find any green ones, I headed over and grabbed a pair of black sandals with a nice, solid wedge heel. Mac had mentioned something about a fire pit in the yard and I didn’t want to be falling on my ass, so wedges it was.

  With one last, quick kiss, Mac took my hand in his and led me downstairs. My nerves increased with every step. How many people would be here? How many knew who I was?

  After clearing the bottom step, I froze up. All those questions were short-circuiting my mind. Mac kept walking a few steps, but stopped when my hand slipped from his.

  “Zara? What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

  I looked past him out to the bar area, at the throng of people. Mostly men–make that mostly tall, heavily muscled men.

  “Do they all know who I am?” What I’m worth?

  He came back to me, pulling me against him as he wrapped his strong arms around me.

  “Relax, bunny. Club business isn’t discussed with everyone. Only patched in members know what’s going on with you. You’ve seen a few prospects. They’re the ones without a top rocker on the back of their cuts, and they don’t know anything official. They would have heard shit on the street, of course. But they won’t know for sure you’re that girl. As far as the women, some of the brothers might have told their old ladies, but most won’t have a clue. The club whores definitely won’t know, but they won’t go near you anyway.”

  I rested my forehead against his shoulder.

  “I’m gonna need a drink. A strong one.”

  That had Mac barking out a laugh. “Sure, bunny. Let’s go get you that drink.”

  Mac

  Still chuckling over my girl’s bout of nerves, I dragged her over to the bar, intent on getting her that drink before I took her to find the old ladies.

  “Mac! You got a sec?”

  I glanced over to Scout and by the serious, hard look in his gaze, I knew it was important.

  “Sure, Prez.” I turned to Zara and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Go to the bar and grab yourself whatever you want, then stay there. I won’t be long.”

  She pulled her lower lip between her teeth as her gaze bounced around the room.

  “Bunny, I’m not going to leave the room, okay? Just going to have a chat with Scout over there. I’ll have my eyes on you the whole time.”

  She gave me a tentative smile. “Okay.”

  I gave her a light tap on the ass as she stepped away from me. She glared over her shoulder at me before walking the rest of the way across the room with a bit more confidence. Yep, that’s the trick to my little rabbit. Just had to piss her off a little and she found her backbone.

  “You finished mooning over your girl yet?”

  “Yeah, yeah.”

  I followed Scout over to a corner where I could still see Zara, but far enough away from everyone we wouldn’t be overheard unless someone could lip-read.

  “What’s up Prez?”

  “We’ll be having church a little later. Got a small group of Satan’s Cowboys joining us this evening.”

  I winced. “Not exactly the welcome I wanted for Zara. She’s promised not to run again, but I didn’t want to test her that fucking much on the first night she’s meeting the club.”

  “Yeah, I know, brother. But it can’t be helped. The sooner we get this shit settled, the better. Go take your woman into the kitchen and introduce her to the old ladies. They’ll take her under their wing and keep an eye on her while we’re in church.”

  I rubbed a hand over my head as I watched her throw back a shot like a pro. Then Taz, who was standing beside her, leaned in to say something in her ear and she tossed her head and laughed loud enough I heard it over here. When Taz moved away, I saw he’d slid another shot over in front of her.

  “I better go rescue her before Taz has her so drunk she can’t fucking walk.”

  “Probably a good idea.”

  Humor laced Scout’s voice, and I could see the funny side too. But Zara would be embarrassed tomorrow if she found out I’d let her get so drunk that she made an ass of herself in front of the club the first time she met most of them.

  “Taz, did you learn nothing from Eagle? Quit flirting with my fucking woman.”

  “Aw, come on, mate. I was just helping her relax a little. You know I’m harmless.”

  I scoffed at that. “Yeah, mate, you’re just a harmless sniper the USMC didn’t want to let go of.”

  That got me a wink. “I didn’t mean that kind of harmless, and you know it.”

  I gave him a shoulder bump before I wrapped my arm around Zara. “C’mon, bunny. I’ll introduce you to the old ladies.”

  We were a few steps down the hall when she slowed her step. “Um, Mac?”

  I stopped and pushed her against the wall. If we were going to stop walking, I might as well make the most of it.

  “Yeah, bunny?”

  I buried my face against her throat, and started kissing the sensitive skin there.

  “Can you not call me bunny in front of the others? It’s cute and all, but I don’t want to have to tell anyone the reason why you came up with it.”

  I gave her shoulder a quick nip. “I can try, but not sure I can. I like calling you bunny, and you don’t have to tell them why. Basically everyone in the club has a road name, or nickname, and not everyone is open about the reason behind it.”

  Her body shuddered as I ran my palm up her smooth thigh, lifting her leg over my hip.

  “So Mac isn’t your real name?”

  Her voice had gone husky with her arousal. Slipping my hand under her skirt, I ran my thumb over the damp lace covering her pussy, loving how fast she got hot and wet for me.

  “Nope, Mac is short for MacGyver. I earned it in boot camp because I’m fucking great at fixing shit, and even before I joined the USMC, I always carried a Leatherman on me.”

  “Your nickname has a nickname? Well, aren’t you just special? What’s your real name?”

  I slipped under her thong and thrust two fingers easily into her wet channel. “I love how hot you get for me, b
unny.”

  She tilted her hips back and forth, fucking my fingers with a groan.

  “Tell me your name already.”

  I nipped along her jawline. “You gotta earn it. Once you come, saying my nickname, then I’ll tell you.”

  She shuddered and her fingers dug deeper into my shoulders. “But people will hear.”

  “Bunny, several of my brothers have already walked past and seen you all flushed and fucking my fingers. You calling out my name ain’t gonna change much.”

  Her face flushed redder as her eyes flew open. She tried to pull away.

  “I don’t think so.” With my fingers deep in her pussy, I ran my thumb over her clit, teasing the hard little nub until her eyes became hooded and she began panting. “There we go. C’mon, babe, come for me.”

  “Mac...”

  She dragged my name out in a stage whisper as her body tightened against me. Tilting my fingers forward, I zeroed in on her g-spot and rubbed until her back bowed, she let out a whine, and her pussy clamped down on my fingers. I wrapped my free hand around her waist and held her to me, not wanting her to fall to the floor with her cataplexy. I feathered kisses over her neck, jaw and up to ear where I took advantage of her inability to respond and whispered to her.

  “You’re mine, Zara. All of you is fucking mine. I know it’s happened fast, but I couldn’t help it. I have to have you with me, in my life.” Fuck, it was on the tip of my tongue to tell her I loved her. Aside from my mother and sister, I’d never told another woman those words and I found they got caught in my throat now. “Whatever happens, you remember your promise to me. You’re not allowed to run from me. Ever.”

  A few moments passed then her face turned and she nipped my earlobe. Hard. “I never go back on my word, Mac. Now, tell me your fucking name already.”

  With a laugh, I backed off her a little, smirking as she pulled her skirt back down and smoothed her palms over her shirt.

  “Told you that skirt would come in handy.”