What the fuck else could I do but give her what she wanted? The sounds she made drove me crazy, hitting me in my head and my cock at the same time so I was like a man possessed as I slammed into her hard and fast, fucking her so deep that I knew neither of us would ever recover.
“Yes, Drew!” she gasped as her back arched into me.
Those strangled noises were like a fucking siren song for my cock, luring me in to what I knew was certain danger. Not physical danger, no, but the kind of danger I’d avoided all my life. After losing this woman I was never the same, and now here she was, hereIwas buried so deep that I was at risk of losing a piece of myself. And worse? I didn’t give a damn.
I wanted the madness being with her inspired within me. Hell, I think I needed it. That was the only explanation for why I fucked her like our lives depended on it, hard and fast and reckless.
“Oh fuck!” she moaned, matching me stroke for stroke until her walls pulsed so hard around me, I knew she was close. When my thumb found her clit, her hips bucked up. “Yes, Drew. Fucking… yes!”
I smiled, torturing that little nub until she exploded like a goddamn rocket strapped with fireworks. “Come on, Mace. Come for me. My cock is waiting for you to come all over him.”
Her eyes widened before they fell shut and her lips tipped into a smile as she let go. “Drew… oh fuck!” She was incredible when she came apart, shattering in millions of pieces right before my eyes.
I couldn’t look away, could only keep pounding into her until my cock expanded and my spine tingled. And then my orgasm slammed hard and I shot off, exploding like I hadn’t come in a decade. “Macy, fuck!” The words left my mouth on a loud roar, and I shook until every drop of my come was buried deep inside her body. “Fuck.”
“Wow,” she sighed, her lips split into a wide smile. “It shouldn’t be that good. Right?”
Still heaving out breaths, I fell to the side and brought her on top of me, her pussy still dripped. “You think?”
“I mean,” she began with a slow smile. “I’ve had sex before. Decent sex but not particularly great.” Her gaze finally met mine. “But that? It was amazing.” She sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Like really amazing.”
My chest swelled in a way that had nothing to do with ego, but with knowing that I was the one who’d put that look on her face. That husky tone in her voice. “You won’t hear me disagreeing,” I replied with a smirk. Even now, with my body still humming, I wanted her again. And again. And again.
Her stomach growled loudly.
Then mine answered.
We froze for about half a second before laughter burst out of us, the sound echoed off the walls until my sides ached and tears fell from Macy’s eyes. “I guess that answers that,” she said, using her fingers to swipe away the tears.
“Food,” I agreed, already getting to my feet. “Definitely food.”
We got dressed, still grinning like sex-drunk fools. We bumped into each other in the cramped space like we’d forgotten how small the room was. As we headed down the hall towards the kitchen, it struck me how familiar it all felt. Laughing. Teasing. Midnight snacks.
It was just like old times.
And for a little while longer, that was enough.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Macy
Being cooped up inside the clubhouse for two days straight was starting to get to me. It wasn’t that the place was bad, it wasn’t. There was food whenever I wanted it, booze if I needed it, and people around constantly. Conversation was easy if I wanted it and silence was respected when I didn’t. Ellie and the girls had shown up with bags of clothes and toiletries like some kind of biker fairy godmothers, and everything fit. Perfectly.
Still, cabin fever was a real thing.
I paced near the bar, pretending to be deep in thought while really just burning off restless energy. My skin buzzed with it. I needed air. Space. Something that wasn’t the same four walls.
Drew appeared in front of me like he sensed that I was going just a little bit crazy. “How do you feel about spending a few hours at Steel City Ink?” he asked.
I looked up at him, surprised. “Really?” It wasn’t my jam to be stuck inside a different set of walls, but a change of scenery couldn’t hurt. Right?
“Really,” he said with a shrug. Figured you could use a different view.”
I shrugged as if it didn’t matter, working hard as fuck to not look eager as hell. “Sure. Why not? Maybe I’ll even get someink for myself.” It was something I thought about over the years, getting more ink, but I hadn’t committed to a new piece. Yet.
His lips curved into that lopsided grin that did things to me. “We’ll see.”
I didn’t bother arguing because I was too excited about the prospect of spending the day in someplace that wasn’t the Steel Demons MC clubhouse.
