Page 21 of Fallen Dove (Fallen Lords MC 2nd Gen #1)

Mason

Tonight all I could think about was Adley.

Every time she wove through the tables, carrying a tray like she’d been doing this her whole life, my chest went tight. Her laugh cut through the noise. Her blonde hair caught the neon glow. My eyes followed her, even when I told myself not to. Especially when I told myself not to.

She’d smiled at a table of college kids earlier, and I’d damn near broken a glass in my hand.

I was losing it.

The orders piled up as Thorn juggled mixers like a circus act, and still my gaze tracked her across the room. She looked tired, cheeks flushed, but her eyes were alive. I wanted them on me. Only me.

By the time she slipped past the end of the bar with an empty tray, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Adley,”

I called, my voice low.

She glanced back, that spark lighting in her eyes when she saw me.

“Can you help me in the stockroom?”

I muttered, and jerked my chin toward the hall.

Her lips parted, but she didn’t argue. She set her tray down and disappeared through the swinging door.

I waited thirty seconds. Then another thirty, just to be sure no one was paying attention. My pulse hammered as I finally moved, and cut down the hallway. The noise of the bar faded, replaced by the cool quiet of the back.

The second I shut the stockroom door behind me, she was there, back against the shelves, eyes wide and her chest rising fast.

“Mason-”

I didn’t let her finish. I crossed the room in two strides and claimed her mouth.

Her gasp melted into a moan as she fisted my shirt, and pulled me closer. I pressed her into the shelving, and boxes rattled behind her as my hands slid under her shirt. Soft, warm skin under my palms. Her body arched into mine like she’d been waiting all damn night for this.

“Fuck,”

I muttered against her lips.

“You’re driving me insane out there.”

“Then don’t fight it,”

she whispered as her hands already worked at my belt.

I groaned, caught her wrists, but only for a second. Then her fingers were free, tugging my zipper down, and I was gone. Completely gone.

I hiked her leg up around my hip, grinding against her through her jeans, the friction nearly undoing me. Her head fell back, lips parted, and a soft cry spilling out that made my vision blur.

“Adley…”

I rasped, kissing down her throat, biting gently at her collarbone.

“Please,”

she begged.

“I need you.”

I shoved her jeans and panties down just enough. The second I slid into her the world went black around the edges.

She was hot, tight, and clenching around me like she’d been made for this moment. My forehead pressed to hers, our breaths mingled, and our bodies slammed together in the quiet of the stockroom.

Quick. Desperate. Perfect.

Her nails dug into my shoulders as her mouth found mine as we moved together. The shelves rattling louder than we dared let ourselves be. My hand clamped over her thigh, held her against me, and I grounded myself before I lost every shred of control.

She came undone first and bit my lip to muffle her cry. That was it for me. I spilled into her, shaking, groaning her name like it was the only word I knew.

The silence after was deafening. Only the sound of our ragged breathing and the faint bass of music seeping through the walls.

I pressed my forehead to hers, still inside her, still unwilling to let go.

“If only I could show the world you’re mine,”

I whispered before I even realized I’d said it.

Her eyes softened, but I forced myself to pull back, to tuck myself away and help her do the same. My hands shook as I straightened her shirt, and brushed her hair back from her flushed face.

“We can’t stay in here long,”

I muttered, guilt already settling heavy in my gut.

She kissed me once more, quick and fierce, before slipping past me to the door.

And then she was gone, back into the noise and the crowd, like we hadn’t just crossed every line again.

I leaned back against the shelf, and drug a hand down my face.

Every rule. Shattered.

And the worst part? I didn’t regret a single second.