There was a lull in the conversation when our food arrived. I took the time to absorb everything she’d shared. “Did you love him?”
She looked up, surprised by my question. “I tried to, and for a while, I thought I did, but, no, I never really loved him.”
I nodded and continued to eat, trying not to put too much pressure on her. “If you didn’t love him, what’s got you so upset?”
She sighed and dropped her fork. “I’m upset with myself for wasting so many years of my life in a loveless marriage and doing absolutely nothing to better myself. Seriously, up until a week ago, I had no job and was living with my parents.”
“Yeah, but on the flip side, look at what you’ve accomplished in a week. You landed a good job and moved into your own apartment. You should be proud of yourself, Macy.”
She shrugged and changed the subject. “Tell me about you. What have you been up to for the last twenty years?”
I laughed and wiped my mouth with my napkin. “Nothing too exciting. I joined the Marines after high school. Got out around the same time Phoenix did. Followed him to Devil Springs to join his uncle’s motorcycle club. Became his VP when he took over as President. Moved back to Croftridge with the club.”
“You never married or had any kids?” she asked.
I shook my head and took a sip of my beer. “No, never had any interest in either.”
“You used to,” she said quietly. Yeah, I did. At one time, I wanted her to be my wife and carry my babies, but that all changed when she left.
“Things change, Mace,” I grunted.
We were both relatively silent for the rest of the meal. An awkwardness settled over us, one I didn’t know how to combat. I paid our bill, and she quietly followed me out to my bike.
5
On the way back to her apartment, we passed the turnoff to the field where Phoenix and I first met Annabelle and Macy. Without giving it much thought, I took the turn and drove us right into the middle of the field.
When I came to a stop, I turned the engine off and removed my helmet. Macy removed hers as well but remained seated behind me. “Do you know where we are?”
“Yes, I do. I’m just not sure why you brought us here.”
Neither was I. I didn’t have a fucking clue what I was doing. I just saw the turn, and it felt right. Going with my gut, I reached behind me and swung Macy around to my front so she could straddle my waist.
“Aaron?” she questioned.
I leaned forward and pressed a kiss right below her jaw.
“Aaron?” she repeated.
“Shhh, baby. I’ve imagined doing this with you a lot over the years. You gonna let me?” I asked, nuzzling against her neck.
“Do what?” she asked as her fingers slid into my hair and tightened.
“Fuck you on my bike.”
I felt her swallow, and then she whispered the word I was waiting for, “Yes.”
With that, I captured her lips with mine and thrust my tongue inside. Damn, I didn’t usually kiss women, yet there I was kissing Macy for the second time in a few days. And I had a feeling I would be doing more of it in the days to come.When she wrapped her arms around my neck and tried to pull me closer as she devoured my mouth, I wasted no time in shoving her shirt up over her breasts and pulling the cups of her fancy bra down to bare her to me. She moaned into my mouth when my hands cupped her tits, and my thumbs swiped over her nipples.
“Aaron, please,” she whined.
My hands slid down over her waist to the button of her jeans. Damn, I wished she was still wearing that tight little skirt she had on at the office, but she’d changed into jeans after work. “You trust me, Mace?”
She studied my eyes for a few seconds and finally nodded once. “Yes,” she whispered and immediately tensed when she heard the snick of my knife.
“Don’t move, baby. I don’t want to cut you,” I said softly. I unzipped her jeans and pulled the fabric away from her skin.
“Lean back on your hands.” When she complied, I placed the blade below her zipper and sliced as far as I could safely go. I dropped my knife to the ground and ripped the fabric the rest of the way, giving me access to the place I had missed so much.
