The Hero

by Amelia Shea

  “Rourke.” His name on her lips did something to him. It was a switch in his brain, making him harder and his need for her on high alert. He flicked his tongue over her sharp peak then sucked her nipple between his lips. Her hands fisted his hair pulling him closer to her breast. He pried his eyes open, needing to see her. Her neck stretched and pressed into the pillow. When his teeth bit down gently on her nipple, Macy’s eyes rolled back in her head.

  The knock on the door, then the creak of it opening, had Rourke lifting his head and turning to the door. He was prepared to kill the person who walked in.

  “What?” he barked, and Macy jumped underneath him.

  Gage grinned and raised his eyebrows. “Where the hell was my invitation?”

  Why the fuck didn’t he lock the door? He would have spent more time berating himself, if not for the squeaking gasp coming from Macy. Her hand shot out gripping a sheet to cover herself.

  Gage had seen him naked enough times, Rourke was hardly affected by his presence, though he was pissed to hell by the interruption.

  “What the fuck do you want?” he snapped.

  Gage eyed Macy who was tucked under Rourke. He jerked his chin. “Can I join you?”

  Rourke’s muscles hardened with his blood burning. Gage was fucking with him. He knew damn well Rourke wouldn’t share her again. There was nothing more in life Gage enjoyed than busting balls.

  “Fuck you. Get out.”

  Gage snickered. “Kase needs you.”

  “I’m busy.”

  Gage widened his eyes, continuing to take obvious joy in Rourke’s anger and Macy’s apparent embarrassment. “He wasn’t asking, man.”

  He’d forgotten about the proposed meeting. All his thoughts had been focused on her since she walked through the door hours ago. Bailing on his president wasn’t an option. He glanced down at Macy, who was shielding her body with his sheet.

  “Fuck,” Rourke said. He climbed off the bed and stood in front of her, blocking Gage’s view. He bent down, pulling the comforter, which had fallen to the floor, up over her. She peeked up and whispered, “Thanks.”

  He watched as any chance of ever getting Macy back in his bed dwindled away when her gaze darted to anywhere but him. He balled his fists, and she fumbled with the large comforter, covering her entire body.

  “Aw, short stack, ain’t nothing I haven’t seen, licked, sucked, or fucked before,” Gage teased, which sent a piercing rage through him. Usually, Gage’s teasing didn’t bother him but directed at Macy, it pissed him off. Rourke whipped around, bare ass naked and stormed to the door.

  “Get the fuck outta here before I kill you.”

  Gage cut out before he reached him. Lucky bastard. He slammed his hand on the closed door and jerked his head toward her.

  “Get dressed.”

  He didn’t wait for a response. He charged to the bed, grabbed his jeans and shirt, quickly getting dressed before walking out. The quicker he got the meeting over with, the faster he could return to Macy.

  The meeting took longer than Rourke had hoped. A whole lot of bullshit, about things he already knew. Kase loved holding court, but tonight was not the day for it. He got up from the table the second Kase was done then cursed when his President called him back to stay with Gage and Trax.

  “Need a run done by the end of the week.”

  “I’ll go,” Gage said. He looked over to Rourke. “Coming with me?”

  “I went last time. Take Trax.”

  Trax shook his head. “Got plans.”

  “Then change them. I went last time. It’s your fucking turn, asshole.”

  Kase straightened and watched Rourke. He knew why. Rourke never turned down a job to ride out. He also was never opposed when asked for volunteers. He could feel the eyes of his brothers trained on him.

  Trax turned in his seat. “You offered to take the last run for me.”

  “Yeah, I did. Now you’re up. No man has ever died from being away from pussy for two days. You’ll fucking survive.”

  Trax brows knitted and his face hardened. Referring to Cheyenne as pussy wasn’t going to go over well. Rourke knew it but didn’t give a shit.

  “But the question is, will you?” Gage asked Rourke who jerked his head. Macy had nothing to do with his decision.

  “Pussy is just pussy.” It was a lie which he half wondered if Gage could see through the bullshit statement. From the curl of his lip, it was confirmed.

  “You sure, man? Never known you to not invite me in. You seemed overly protective of the sweet little piece in your bedroom earlier.”

  “Who?” Trax asked.

  “Nobody,” Rourke blurted, but it was drowned out by Gage cackling. Fucking asshole. Rourke was trying to protect Macy. He failed.

  “Chey’s friend. Selfish bastard’s got her holed up in his room as we speak.”

  Trax’s eyes widened, and he sighed. “Macy? You’re fucking Macy?”

  Rourke didn’t enjoy answering to anyone, but with Macy as the specific topic, it aggravated him to the next level. He slowly turned to Trax.

  “Who I stick my dick in ain’t none of your business, Trax.”

  “Aw…fuck.” Trax chuckled. “This shit is gonna come back on my ass, I can feel it already. Brother, don’t do this to me.” Trax dragged his hand down his face smirking. “Fuck anyone. I don’t care, just not Chey’s best friend.” He shook his head. “I’m screwed.”

  Gage leaned on the table. “No, man she was screwed. By both of us a few nights ago.” He grinned and shook his head. “Now, this fucker is being a bastard and won’t share.” Gage sighed mockingly, amplifying Rourke’s aggravation.

  Trax groaned. “Why her?”

  Gage shrugged. “She was up for it, and fuck, man, you’ve seen her, she’s fucking hot as hell. Her tits alone are the best I’ve ever seen. Never got a chance to fuck them though.” He turned to Rourke. “What do ya say?”

  Rourke was raging, the blood coursing through his body. This was new territory for him. He’d never felt possessive over a woman. If anyone so much as touched her, he’d probably kill them right now. He cocked his head, and his lips tightened.

  Gage laughed and stepped back, holding his hands in front of him. “Relax, man, just busting your balls.”

  Rourke needed out of this room. “We done?”

  Kase eyed him then nodded. Even his president knew better than to mess with him when he was on edge. He shot up from the table and walked through the door, grabbing his cell from the table and stalked to his room. Only one person who could help him take the edge off. He gripped the door. He should have ordered her to stay naked. The way he was wired right now, he would shred her fucking clothes. He threw the door open. What the fuck?

  The room was empty. He stomped through the room to the bathroom. She was gone. He scanned the room for anything of hers but found nothing. He stalked down the hall and through the main bar. Nadia was behind the bar cleaning up the empties. She stopped in mid step.

  “You okay, sweetie?” He was the only one she called sweetie. She once told him after fucking, it made him seem more human, and she knew deep down inside he had a big heart hiding. She was fucking wrong.

  “Looking for a woman.”

  “A specific one or will any do?” She giggled and rested the bottles on the bar.

  “Macy.”

  She raised her brows and grinned. “Oh, Macy. She’s a sexy one, even I’ll admit. Not many girls make me think twice about cock, but she does.”

  Rourke clenched his jaw. Jesus fucking Christ, was everyone fucking hard for her?

  “Where is she?”

  “Gone. About thirty minutes ago.”

  “Fuck.” Rourke gritted his teeth and stalked back down the hall, clenching his fists. He threw open the door catching the guys off guard.

  Kase snapped. “What the fuck?”

  He ignored him, focusing on the only guy who could help him.

  “What’s her number?”

  Trax jerked back
in his seat. “Who?”

  Rourke ground his teeth. The fucker knew damn well whose number he needed. “Don’t fuck with me, Trax, just gimme the fucking number.”

  Gage laughed, and Rourke aimed his harsh glare at his friend. “One word and I’ll take you out front and beat the piss outta ya in front of the whole fucking club.”

  Trax leaned forward, grabbing his phone. “I’ll get it from Chey.”

  Gage snorted. “You gonna tell her it’s for the deranged fucker? Yeah, I’m sure she’s just gonna hand it over.” Gage shook his head smirking and grabbed his phone from his pocket. Seconds later, Rourke’s cell pinged, and he furrowed his brows at Gage.

  Gage raised his brows. “Yeah, that’s right, ya selfish bastard, I got her number.”

  Rourke bit back the surge of jealousy and anger. Why the hell did Gage have her number?

  “Relax, man. I swiped it for you. Figured you wouldn’t ask, and knew short stack ain’t ballsy enough to offer it up, so I got it when she fell asleep.” He lifted his chin and grinned. “You’re welcome, dick.”

  Rourke took in a breath. Gage was right, he didn’t get her number, even though he wanted to. He figured for her, it was one and done. Macy wasn’t interested in anything other than a quick fuck with him. Unfortunately for her, he wasn’t ready to let her go just yet. He turned his back on his brothers and stormed down the hall, ignoring the curious eyes.

  “Hey, man, hold up.”

  Rourke halted mid-step. Hearing another word from Gage might have put him over the edge. He turned slowly and eyed his brother. While he was close to all the members, he was especially tight with Trax and Gage. Gage more so, in the intimate sense since they had shared a lot of women. In the past, it didn’t bother him. With Macy, it did.

  “What?”

  Gage curled his lip, stopping in front of him. “Why the fuck didn’t you say anything?”

  Rourke furrowed his brows.

  Gage jerked his chin. “Last week? With Macy? You wanted her on your own, you should have said something. I woulda backed off.”

  It would probably go down as his biggest regret. He should have said something, but it would have been a game changer. Macy was looking to fuck two bikers in a threesome, not just him. Until tonight. He tightened his jaw and sucked in a harsh breath.

  “She didn’t want me. She wanted a threesome.”

  Gage flattened his lips into a smile and nodded. Of all the brothers, Gage and Trax knew him best. Gage wasn’t known for letting an opportunity to rib another go, but he stepped back and shrugged. Rourke turned and stopped again when he heard his name. He glanced over his shoulder to find Gage grinning.

  “Wasn’t my name she was screaming out when she came, brother.” He raised his brows and pointed to Rourke. “That would be you.”

  He didn’t need the reminder. He had ingrained her voice and words into his head, replaying it over and over. Rourke lifted his chin, remaining silent. Gage snorted.

  “She was about to bail.” He cocked a brow. “Then you walked in. She was never there for me, brother.” Gage sighed. “Wasn’t me she was curling up to while she slept.”

  Fuck!

  He pulled his phone from his pocket as he made his way through the clubhouse and out the backdoor. Calling her would just have her scared. He didn’t imagine the sound of his voice right now would sound anything but menacing.

  Rourke: Where r u

  He waited as he started up his bike.

  Macy: who is this?

  He drew in a hard breath.

  Rourke: Where r u

  Macy: Uh…stalker freak, I don’t know who you are so why on earth would I give you my location

  Rourke: cause I had my dick in you an hour ago

  Macy: Rourke?

  Rourke: you have more than one dick in you?

  Macy: not an hour ago, no

  For as pissed off as he was, he smiled. She was such a smartass.

  Rourke: why’d you leave

  Macy: we were done

  Rourke: I wasn’t

  Macy: you told me to get dressed and then left. I thought you wanted me gone

  Fuck, he did it again. He wanted her to get dressed and wait for him. Not leave.

  Rourke: I didn’t. Get back here

  Macy: Whoa…you need to roll that shit back, my friend. We fuck, yes but you don’t summons me, jerk. Jeez…who the hell does that

  Rourke: I do

  Macy: yeah, well, not successfully because I’m going to bed. Sweet dreams, Rourke.

  “Fuck me,” Rourke shouted. It was ironic. One of the biggest draws for him with Macy, besides her beauty, was her spitfire attitude. A lot of men would be turned off by her fiery tongue, but Rourke respected it, he found it sexy as hell. However, when it was turned on him, it had him seething.

  Chapter Four

  The plan backfired. It always had for Macy. Who were these women who played hard to get, stood their ground, made the man crawl to them and actually got the man? Obviously not me.

  She hadn’t regretted her decision to not go back to the clubhouse when she was summoned. No man held power over her, at least, not to their knowledge. Little did Rourke know, he was all she thought about since she’d left his room two nights ago.

  At the time, she thought she was being dismissed, which pissed her off and had her swearing off any more encounters. Until she received his text. It was the proof she needed. He wanted her, and also, they truly lacked communication skills. Had he just asked her to hang out while he stepped out, she would have waited. Or? If she had just said she was leaving, he could have begged her to stay.

  Macy snorted. Okay, begging is a stretch, but maybe asked?

  A few days ago, she thought she knew exactly how it would play out. There was something powerful knowing he was asking her to come back. Scratch that. Demanding she come back. She thought she was being clever with her text. Now? Not so much. She figured he’d call or text her the next day, or the day after. Two days later and she hadn’t heard from him.

  Macy sighed as she sat centered in her living room surrounded by a decorator’s wet dream. It was currently her nightmare. She wasn’t about to complain about business being busy but working from the apartment with products in two different locations was not working. While she appreciated Trax offering up space at his place, it wasn’t necessarily convenient.

  “Did you bring the Patchouli oils?”

  “I think they are in the box with the lemongrass,” Cheyenne said.

  They had spent the last two hours organizing the orders for tomorrow’s shipment.

  “Done.” She lifted her glass.

  Cheyenne settled in on the couch across from Macy, eyeing her suspiciously. Her grin should have been an indication as to what would come next.

  “You’re banging Rourke, huh?” Cheyenne teased.

  Macy froze long enough to suck a deep breath to fill her lungs. She was naïve even to think what happened in the clubhouse would stay in the clubhouse. Macy chewed on the inside of her mouth. It was a stall tactic. She certainly couldn’t lie. She released the breath she’d been holding as her shoulders sagged.

  “Trax has a big mouth.”

  “Among other things.” Cheyenne wiggled her eyebrows.

  Macy held up her hand. “Spare me the details.”

  “Details are the best part.” She paused, waiting on Macy who remained silent. “Now are you going to share, or do I have to take Trax’s word on what went down?”

  Oh fuck. It was stupid for Macy to consider Trax would keep his mouth shut. Of course, he would tell. But Macy wasn’t about to divulge more information than necessary. The whole thing with Rourke was confusing enough without having to explain it. Macy didn’t even really know what the hell was going on anyway.

  “Depends. What did he say?”

  “That you and Rourke are having sex.”

  Macy cocked her brow. “Really? Those were his exact words? We are having sex.”

  Cheyenne smirked. “I c
leaned up his version of exactly what he said.”

  Macy snorted. “I bet.”

  “He also mentioned a little threesome you two had with Gage.”

  Of course he did. Asshole. Macy fell back on the floor, covering her eyes with her arm. Having a threesome was one thing, but having a formal discussion about it? No, thank you. But she had little faith Cheyenne would let it go.

  “Damn, is nothing sacred with these guys? I swear they are worse than us.”

  “Stop deflecting. Spill.”

  There was no way out. Cheyenne would pester her until she gave details. Macy turned to her side, pushing herself up into a seated position and twisted her lips. She didn’t regret the threesome, but she sure as hell didn’t want to talk about it. Aren’t threesomes like Fight Club…you don’t talk about it?

  “Nothing to spill really. Two weeks ago, I had a threesome with Gage and Rourke, and yeah, the other night when we went to the club, Rourke and I hooked up. Not a big deal.” She narrowed her eyes. “And, I don’t see why you are making it one.”

  Cheyenne sighed with a small smile playing on her lips. “Because I know you, Mace. The threesome I’ll attribute to some bucket list thrill, but going back for seconds with Rourke?” She raised her brows. “And just Rourke, not Gage. Kind of makes me wonder.”

  Keeping anything from her best friend was next to impossible. This was the reason she hadn’t shared in the first place. Cheyenne had a way of romanticizing everything. Her best defense would be to play it off. She shrugged and grabbed a box from the floor, averting her gaze away from Cheyenne.

  “When a meal is good, don’t you go back for seconds?”

  Cheyenne laughed. “So, is that what Rourke is now? A good meal?”

  Macy glanced up and smirked. “Damn good.”

  “Are you seeing him now?”

  “No.” She laughed nervously. For all the shit she gave Cheyenne last year about dating Trax, it would be so hypocritical to want to date a biker. She shook her head. “No. Nope. Never.” She silently prayed she had been convincing enough.