by Amelia Shea
“Rourke, we knew it was coming. So, let’s just calm down and figure how we’re gonna handle it. We’ve got a few days since he’s spending time with his baby bride and her family.” She snorted. “Could you imagine the look on those poor parents’ faces? Their daughter is picking up her new fiancé from prison, and he’s twenty-five years her senior.” Trini laughed, but Rourke didn’t have it in him to be amused. His father had a way of fucking up everything in his life.
“That better be the bad news.”
Trini snorted. “It is, now I’m coming bearing only good shit.”
He jerked his chin for her to continue.
“Macy’s here.”
“Where?”
Trini blinked and pointed to the floor. “Here. At the garage. Once we got everything else done, I asked her what she wanted to do, and she said come see your shop.”
He glanced up at the door.
“Emme’s giving her the grand tour.” She held up her hand. “But I walked them into the garage and introduced her as your girlfriend, so trust, me, no one is looking at her.”
Rourke pushed back his chair and walked out, turning the corner into the garage. They were working on two cars, so the bay doors were already opened. He scanned the area. It was large enough to service four cars. It took him a second to find her. In the back corner by the break table, he watched Emme eating a cookie and completely mesmerized by whatever Macy was saying.
“Pretty good news, huh?” Trini whispered then passed by him and walked to the back. His gaze scanned the guys who each glanced up quickly as she passed. He’d let it slide this time. He reached over signing off on a purchase order from his bin and waited until the girls appeared and made their way to him.
Emme ran when she saw him, and he bent down, bracing for her hug, and lifted her into his arms.
“I gave Macy the tour.”
“You charge her for it?”
Emme laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Macy was glancing around with a small smile playing on her lips. So fucking beautiful. Out of my league, my ass. She obviously couldn’t see herself for what she was. She followed behind Trini, and he noticed this time, not one of his guys even looked their way.
Trini stepped to the side, and Macy inched forward. “I love it.”
His lips twitched. It was a fully stocked garage with four bay doors and lifts. Gearheads would love his shop, not the woman standing in front of him. Yet, there she was, gleaming with no signs of deception.
“Well, we’re heading back to the house. You coming, Macy, or ya gonna ride home with Rourke?”
Rourke eyed her. Hell yeah, she was staying. He wouldn’t get much work done, but he’d make up for it tomorrow or the day after or never. It didn’t matter. All he wanted was her right now. Everything else could wait.
“I’m gonna ride back you girls,” Macy said
“What the fuck?” The words left his mouth before he could stop them. Both Macy and Trini glared at him while Emme laughed in his arms.
“You owe me a dollar, Uncle Rourke.”
Trini narrowed her eyes, grabbing Emme from him. “At this rate, she’ll have college paid for by the time she turns ten.” She snorted. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea. Curse away, big brother. Mace, we’ll wait for ya in the car.”
Once Trini had left, Rourke turned around and headed outside with Macy following close behind. He didn’t stop until he felt her fingers thread through his hand.
“Hey.” He glanced over his shoulder. “I had Trini take me to the store to pick up some groceries.” She moved closer, wrapping her free hand around his waist. “I want to make you dinner tonight. Then I thought we could maybe watch a movie.” She lowered her voice and reached up on her toes. “And start christening every room in your place.” She pressed her lips against his. “You in?”
He grasped her neck, pulling her closer and slid his tongue past her lips. If he had any hope of combatting his erection, he needed to stop kissing her, but he couldn’t tear himself away. Her tongue tangled against his with her soft, smooth lips moving over his. It was her who ended it, but when she pulled back, she didn’t immediately stop. She kissed him two more times before backing away.
“I’ll take that as a fuck yeah.” She wiggled her brows.
Smartass. Just the thought had his gaze drop to her ass. She was only half a foot away when he reached out and swatted her ass. She gasped, grabbing her rear and turned around sneering.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it, Mace.”
Her glare lasted no more than a second before she smirked, and her brow lifted. He watched her walk to the car and kept them in his sight until the car turned the corner.
Chapter Twelve
Macy sat across from Rourke as he took a bite of dinner. He’d come home about an hour ago and immediately got in the shower but not before delivering a delicious preview of what was in store for the night.
Kissing him was becoming addictive, something she needed and craved. When his shower was done, he came out wearing only a clean pair of jeans. She may have stared a bit too long. He caught her checking him out. Wasn’t it her right to appreciate her boyfriend’s body?
Boyfriend. Just the word gave her new meaning.
She couldn’t be sure how long she’d been staring, but the emptiness of his bowl guaranteed it was too long. He glanced up and raised his brows.
“Tastes like a cheeseburger, right?”
Rourke wiped his mouth with the napkin. “Yeah. It’s good.” He shifted his chair back and got up for what she assumed was a second helping from the pot on the stove.
“I’ll get it for ya.” Where the hell did this domesticated version of herself come from? She shifted, but he shook his head and planted his hand on her shoulder. He jerked his chin to her untouched bowl.
“Need you to eat. I’ll get it myself.”
She settled into her seat and took a first bite. So good. It was far from fancy, but it was easy and quick and perfect for her to cook. It was nearly impossible to fuck up. She was taking another mouthful when he rounded the table with his bowl filled almost to the brim.
Yep, he likes it.
“It’s the mustard and pickles.”
He smirked, and his gaze lifted.
“Am I right? I’m convinced that’s what seals the deal on the taste.”
He chewed, watching her. “You cook a lot.”
“Not really. I mean, I can cook, but nothing fancy. How about you? Will I be seeing homecooked meals in my future?”
“You’ll be seeing a lot in your future, Mace.”
“With you?”
He nodded, and her stomach flipped. Was it too soon to profess her love for him?
She finished her bowl the same time he finished his second. She was caught off guard when he grabbed her bowl and started to clean up. Watching him work around his kitchen was sexy. Or maybe it was him being shirtless. Whatever the reason, she was definitely on board with ditching the movie and moving onto the christening part.
His back was to her as she got up and strolled through the trailer and into the bedroom. It was a spontaneous thought and not very creative, but what the hell?
She stripped off her shirt and jeans as quickly as possible. There was no seduction of grace in her actions. In fact, while ripping off her socks, she fell into the bed, bouncing against the mattress and almost landing on her ass. Luckily, she caught herself.
She had kneed herself onto the bed when she heard a creak in the floor and whipped her head. Her hands were behind her back at the snap of her bra, and she was left in only her panties covering her lower half. Her quick-thinking plan was to be fully naked when he came looking for her. Instead, he found her like this.
The sudden halt and how his eyes drew down her body taking in every curve, had her thinking this may have been a better seduction than completely naked. His shoulders squared, and his features sharpened. She didn’t miss the heat coming from his eyes as he perused he
r body. Her nipples beaded against her bra. She flicked the snap open, never taking her eyes off him and slowly unraveled the straps letting the bra fall from her body.
Yeah, the striptease is so much better.
She dropped her hands to the mattress, keeping her head angled over her shoulder to watch him. It should have been a vulnerable position, but Macy felt a huge boost of confidence from the way his eyes darkened with desire. No one had ever looked at her the way Rourke did.
“I think we should christen this room first.”
She half expected a verbal response, or at least him storming toward her, but Rourke didn’t move. His gaze traveled over her skin as though he was touching her. She shivered. His eyes never left her, but she could see his hands at his waist, unsnapping his jeans. Even when he lowered down to shuck them off, he kept his gaze locked on hers. Her lips curled as he stalked forward. She may not have been looking at his lower half directly, but she was aware of his hardened cock jutting forward. All it took was her getting half naked, and he was hard?
She made a move to spin around, but his chest pressed against her back, and his arms caged her in. She remained with her head glancing over her shoulder and watched as his mouth slowly lowered. She reached for his mouth, but he dropped his lips to her shoulder, kissing her softly. His lips skimmed her back from one shoulder blade across to the other. She closed her eyes, giving in to the tingling sensation pricking her skin. She pressed her ass back when she felt his dick slide between her legs. She bowed her head feeling the teasing sensation against her panties. She moaned softly. His mouth continued down her spine, small kisses and a circular swirl with his tongue.
He lifted his arm and swiped her hair to one side and kissed her neck. Her immediate response was to throw her head back. It couldn’t get much better. Then it did. His rough hand glided down her back and over her ass. She thought for sure, he’d rip off her panties but instead, he pushed the seam to one side, and she felt the pad of his finger slide over her pussy. She gripped the sheets and her breath labored. His direct hit on her clit sent her back tightening.
Wasn’t this her seduction? Shouldn’t she have been the one giving instead of taking? She should have pulled away, pushed him down on the bed, and had her mouth on him before he could protest, but all the feelings and sensations wouldn’t allow it.
His finger slowly dipped inside her, and she moved her hips over his finger as he entered her. All the while, he kissed her neck in a spot which had her breathing heavy, and her mind clouding without thinking. Just feeling. She rocked back against his hand and moaned.
She was waiting on him to rip down her panties and get inside her, but he seemed set on making her wait. She breathed heavily and angled her head, giving him better access to her neck. Her body was a bubble of tense energy and complete relaxation. She pushed against his finger, knowing by the pressure he’d added another. She swiveled her hips but froze at the new sensation. He continued to fuck her with his fingers, and she gulped. She didn’t want to like the new sensation, but she did.
He moved to her ear and growled. “Mace, I know you like ass play.”
She gasped and felt her face burning. She squeezed her eyes shut, thankful he couldn’t see her face. His thumb dragged over her puckered hole. She may not want anything in her ass, but just the sensation was driving her mad.
She was so wet she slid over his fingers, and her hips jutted forward and back.
“You don’t like it, tell me to stop.”
And he would, she knew it. If she said stop, he’d move his finger without any hesitation. He wasn’t the problem. She was. She couldn’t do it. She opened her mouth to tell him to stop, but the words wouldn’t form. She didn’t want him to stop…it felt too good, all of it. A rumble from his chest vibrated against her back, and his teeth grazed over ear lobe.
“You like that, Mace.” It wasn’t a question, but she felt the need to answer.
She drew in a breath and whispered, “I plead the fifth.”
Rourke’s deep chuckle radiated in her ear. She turned her head with her eyes remaining closed. His lips fused against her as she rode his fingers. She was so damn close to coming.
As if he knew and he was hell-bent on torturing her, he pulled out. Though she refused to admit it, she may have whimpered. She dropped her forehead to the mattress remaining with her ass in the air. She was out of breath. It felt as though she ran a marathon but never made it to the finish line. He’d left her needy and wanting. She curled her head against the bed.
Why?
“Rourke,” she whispered. Or did I shout? She wasn’t even sure at this point. All she knew was the overwhelming ecstasy was gone.
His hands trailed over her ass and up her back. She didn’t even flinch at the rough callouses scraping her skin. He gripped her sides underneath her arms and slowly entered her. She shifted her hips, accommodating his cock for the new angle. His slow entry was on the verge of torturous. She wanted him completely inside her. As she pushed back, her body lifted. She opened her eyes, realizing he was pulling her up on her knees and her back relaxed against his chest. She was completely exposed, but it gave him all the access. His hands skirted around her chest and grasped her breasts just as he began to move.
This position was a first for her. She’d been adventurous in the past. Or so she thought. But this was a first, and as he moved inside her while kneading her breasts, she realized a new favorite. His lips pressed against her neck, kissing her softly as he slid inside her. She reached back gripping his thighs and squeezing, which had him picking up his pace. His cock stroked the walls of her pussy, and the friction and angle were almost too much to take. Almost.
He groaned against her neck, and she pushed back her ass. Too good. She moaned, and her mouth fell open when his fingers pinched her nipples. It was as though he had flicked a switch, and she screamed out as she forced her hips back. He took her cue and pounded into her, every thrust getting her one step closer to coming.
“Oh God.” It was all she had in her before her head fell back into the curve of his neck and she came. A long, drawn-out glorious orgasm she felt all the way down to her toes which were currently balled and tense.
He growled again and his whispered, “Baby,” prolonged the sensation rushing through her core.
He pumped inside her, and if not for him holding her up, she may have dropped to the bed in pure exhaustion. He thrusted deep inside her and stilled. An echoing groan ran through her ears, and she melted against him.
Their panting was not in sync or sexy, but it was them. The corner of her mouth curled when he pulled her close against his chest and whispered, “I missed you.”
Her heart expanded. She had missed him too. All of him.
He nudged her forward, and she collapsed against the bed, curling into his pillow. He pulled out slowly, and she heard him moving through the room, but she remained with her eyes closed. This was good, all of it.
Rourke came back to the bed and settled in against the headboard. She heard the sizzling of him lighting a cigarette and adjusted herself around to curl into his chest.
This had been the perfect night, and she should have left it alone. The last thing either of them needed was another argument. They would have plenty of time for a heart to heart, now wasn’t the time. For any rational woman, it would have made sense to just settle in next to Rourke and bask in her orgasm-induced euphoric daze.
“So, can I ask you something?”
He sighed, curling his hand over her hip and digging the pads of his fingers over her hipbone. “Why fucking ask? I say no you’re still gonna ask anyway.”
She smirked, cocked her brow, and leaned against his chest near his pecs and bit playfully into his skin. He flinched away, tightening his hold on her and gave her ass a quick swat before narrowing his gaze. “Be nice.”
“Hey.” She dropped a kiss to his chest in the same spot her teeth just grazed. “That’s my line, remember?”
He stared down at her from
hooded lids. If ever there was a person she couldn’t read, he was lying in bed with her now. She shifted her hand over his heart and rested her chin across her knuckles. This was unlike any relationship she’d ever had. For as domineering, foul-mouthed, and aggressive as he was, she had an odd sense she had the upper hand. It was if she held all the cards and he was watching her to see which hand she’d play. She’d been involved in games in her past relationships. She wanted something different with him.
Her chest curved into his waist as his hand lightly caressed over her bare back. It was soft and soothing and sent a million shivers over her heated skin.
He jolted his chin slightly. “Ask.”
The corner of her mouth curled.
“Did you ever consider me for more than a night? I mean before we got together.” She glanced down, unable to look at him when she finished her question. She could feel the heat on her cheeks. “Did you ever think maybe you wanted something more?”
The waiting only lasted five seconds, but it felt longer.
“Yeah, I wanted anything you were willing to give me.”
Macy smiled.
He sighed. “Didn’t matter, knew you didn’t.”
What? She jerked her neck, and he was staring down at her with a passive glance.
“How do ya know?”
He raised his brows and the corner of his mouth curved downward. “Heard the tapes from the apartment. You said it to Chey.” He cleared his throat, and she propped up on her elbows. She knew about the wiretap in the apartment, she was still fucking pissed, but her anger took a backseat. Right now, all she wanted was to remember what she had said. It was months ago, and the night had been so crazy she couldn’t remember exactly what she said. She bit her lip and glanced up at Rourke.
His hand stilled on her back, and his jaw tensed. It was a small move, but she caught it.
“You said, fucking a biker for a night was one thing, but making a life was absurd. Asked her if she really wanted a life with a dirty thug and to spend her weekends schlepping his little biker babies to the prison to visit their dad who was probably spending his time making drug deals or dropping the soap.”