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Chapter Seven

R age

Mac’s thighs tightened around mine every time I took a corner. Her arms were wrapped firmly around my waist, tits pressed against my back. I knew when I finally got her on the back of my bike, I’d be fucking done for.

It was early afternoon but the sun was already high in the sky, beating down on us as we cruised through the streets.

I wanted to ride longer with her at my back, but when I caught sight of her in my side mirror, I knew she couldn’t go much longer. Her head would drop before jerking back up. My baby was running on fumes.

My baby. I tossed the words around in my head a few more times not feeling the cringe at being tied down like I usually did.

Well fuck.

Guess I’d made a decision about what to do about the sexy woman behind me.

Instead of heading to the beach like I’d planned, I took a left and circled back toward my place.

Ten minutes later, I pulled into my driveway and cut the engine.

“You awake back there?” Mac’s arms stayed locked around me for a beat longer before she finally loosened her grip.

“We’re here already?” she asked, her voice thick with exhaustion as she pulled off the helmet.

“Yeah, baby. You were about to fall asleep on my bike” I swung my leg over and held out my hand to help her off. “Thought you might need a nap.”

Her cheeks flushed pink. “I’m fine, really. I just need some coffee or something.”

I snorted, guiding her toward my front door. “You need sleep.”

The moment we stepped inside, Diesel came barreling toward us, his tail wagging so hard his entire body moved. For a dog that had been half-dead less than a month ago, he was making a hell of a comeback.

“Hey there, handsome!” Mac’s tired voice brightened immediately as she crouched down to scratch his neck. “Look at you! Every time I see you, you look so much better.”

Something warm settled in my chest at the sight of them together. Before I could dwell on it, Mac’s stomach let out a loud, angry growl.

Her head shot up, cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink.

“Hungry?” I asked, fighting back a smirk.

She gave me a sheepish smile. “Starving. I didn’t have time to eat before my shift ended.”

As she stood back up, I caught her glancing longingly down the hall, mumbling under her breath, “What I really want is a hot shower.”

“Knock yourself out,” I said, jerking my chin toward the bathroom. “Clean towels are in the cabinet. You’re welcome to anything in my closet that might fit.”

Her eyes widened slightly, like she hadn’t meant for me to hear that part. “You sure? I don’t want to impose.”

Her, wet and naked in my bathroom. Wasn’t ‘bout to tell her no.

“Go,” I insisted, already moving toward the kitchen. “I’ll throw something together for us to eat.”

She hesitated for only a second before nodding gratefully. “Thanks, Rage.”

I watched her disappear down the hall, Diesel trotting happily after her.

Once I heard the water running, I pulled a frozen pizza from the freezer and tossed it in the oven. Not exactly gourmet, but it would do the job.

While the pizza cooked, I grabbed a beer from the fridge and popped the cap.

My mind drifted back to that kiss at her apartment. I’d only been trying to fuck with the douchebag who was bothering her, but fuck me the second my lips touched her, it’d felt like a thousand volts of electricity surging through my body. I

My dick twitched, wanting more from the blonde in my shower.

“Fuck.“

Fifteen minutes later, I heard bare feet padding across the tile, and when I turned, my breath caught in my throat.

Mac stood in the kitchen doorway, wet hair hanging loose around her shoulders, wearing nothing but one of my old t-shirts that swallowed her whole.

Goddamn.

Her long, tanned legs seemed to go on forever.

“Hope you don’t mind,” she whispered, tugging at the hem of the shirt.

I swallowed hard, forcing my eyes back up to her face. “You look good in my clothes, babe.”

Lame. Totally fucking lame.

Thankfully, before I could say any more stupid shit, the oven timer beeped.

“God, that smells amazing,” she sighed, moving closer. Her stomach growled again, making her laugh. “Sorry. I’m starving.”

I cut her a generous slice, sliding it onto a plate. “Sit. Eat.”

She hopped up onto one of the barstools, tucking one leg underneath her as she took a big bite. Her eyes closed momentarily, a small moan escaping her lips. “Mmm, so good.”

She didn’t have a fucking clue what she was doing to me.

Swallowing the knot in my throat, I took the stool across from her and stared at her mouth as she devoured half the slice in record time.

Shaking my head, I teased, “I promise nobody’s going to take it from you.”

She shot me a sheepish grin. “Sorry.”

Well now I felt like an asshole for making her feel uncomfortable. “Don’t apologize, babe. Just meant you can have as much as you want.”

Her face softened, but she didn’t say anything else.

We both stayed silent, lost in our own thoughts as we ate. A few minutes passed before I finally asked what had been bothering me since I’d picked her up. “So, tell me more about your roommates boyfriend.”

Mac’s nose wrinkled adorably. “Chad is Sarah’s on-again, off-again boyfriend. They’ve been doing, whatever it is they do, since college. But he’s…” She hesitated, searching for the right word.

“A piece of shit?” I offered.

That got a laugh out of her. “Yeah, basically. He doesn’t work, mooches off Sarah, and whenever she’s not around, he makes these gross comments.”

“Like what?” I pressed, my teeth grinding.

She shifted uncomfortably. “Just... suggestive stuff. Asking if I need help in the shower. Or stuff like, if I ever get lonely at night he can sneak into my room. One time, he cornered me in the kitchen and said Sarah wouldn’t mind if we had some ‘fun’ while she was at work.” She stuck out her tongue and fake gagged. Mac may be trying to joke it off, but I wasn’t amused.

My knuckles went white around my beer bottle. “And your roommate still keeps him around?”

“Sarah is convinced he’s just goofing around,” she sighed. “Say’s he’s always been a big flirt, but he doesn’t mean anything by it.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ve known her forever, and she’s usually so smart, but when it comes to Chad…”

“She’s dick-blind,“ I finished for her.

Mac nearly choked on her pizza, covering her mouth as she laughed. “Yeah, that about sums it up.”

I leaned forward, resting my forearms on the counter. “And those friends of his? They give you trouble before today?”

She shook her head. “No, this was the first time he’s brought them over. But the way they looked at me…” She shuddered, wrapping her arms around herself.

Without thinking, I reached across the counter and covered her hand with mine. “He tries that shit again; you call me. I don’t care what time it is. I’ll be there.”

Her eyes met mine, something softer and uncertain passing through them. “Why are you being so nice to me? I mean, I basically accused you of trying to hurt Diesel when we met.”

I pulled my hand back, suddenly uncomfortable with how much I wanted to keep touching her. “Who says I’m being nice?”

A small smile tugged at her lips. “I’m still basically a stranger and you rescued me, fed me, let me borrow your clothes... seems pretty nice to me.”

I studied her for a moment, struck by how goddamn beautiful she was sitting there in my kitchen, wearing my clothes, calling me on my shit. “You’re not a stranger, Mac.”

“Okay. I guess we are sorta friends.” Her voice was softer.

“We ain’t friends either, babe.”

She flinched, recoiling back like she’s physically been struck. “Ouch.”

I cocked a brow. “Not what I meant.”

She threw up her hands. “Fine. Then what am I?”

That was the million dollar question I’d been asking myself for the last few days.

“You’re...“ I hesitated for a long moment, wondering how she’d take it when I told her how it was going to be, then decided what the fuck. If she wanted to fight me on, I was pretty confident I could bring her around to my way of thinking. “You’re mine.”

Her eyes widened slightly, a flush creeping up her neck as the words hung between us. She sat there stiff for a long beat.

Then, slowly, deliberately, she slid off her stool and walked around the counter until she stood right in front of me. “And that kiss earlier? Was that you proving I was yours?”

My throat went dry. Not exactly how I’d expected her to respond but I wasn’t about to complain.

“Well?” she asked again.

“No. That was something else entirely.”

“Show me,” she whispered, tilting her face up to mine.

“Yes, ma’am,” I growled, not needing to be told twice.

I cupped her face in my hands and crashed my lips against hers, swallowing her soft gasp as I pulled her between my open legs.

Instantly, she melted into me, her small hands gripping my shoulders while I devoured her mouth like a starving man. This wasn’t like the performance inside her apartment, this was more.

Mac’s lips parted, giving me full access as I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring every inch of her sweet mouth.

Fuck yes.

My hands slid down her sides, fingers digging into her hips as I dragged her impossibly closer, needing to feel every inch of her body pressed against me. But it wasn’t enough. I need more—more of her.

Pulling back, my breath was ragged as I grabbed the hem of the tee she was wearing. My eyes locked onto hers, silently asking for permission.

She nodded, lifting her arms above her head as I dragged the fabric up her body, revealing every inch of her smooth skin.

I tossed the shirt aside, my gaze dropping to her round tits and small, pink nipples that were begging for my attention.

“Fuck,“ I breathed.

Unable to resist. I leaned down, pulling the hardened peak into my mouth, savoring the taste of her.

“Please.” she moaned breathily, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me closer. I lavished the same attention on her other tit. She moaned again.

Jesus, I’d never been more turned on in my life.

I finally released the hardened bead with a loud pop that made her gasp.

My eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of second thoughts, but the only thing I saw was the same desire I felt. “Gonna let me fuck you?”

“God, yes.”

Without a word, I scooped her up into my arms and carried her down the hall to my bedroom. Careful not to drop her, I set her on the middle of the bed and stepped back to take her in.

“Fuck.” My throat bobbed as I swallowed roughly.

McKenzie was so fucking beautiful laid out before me. Her eyelids were hooded with desire, her chest heaving with every breath she took.

“You sure about this?” Fuck me, if she said no my dick might explode.

She looked up at me, her eyes clear and sure. “Yes.”

Thank fuck!