Page 34 of Undone

My fork clattered to my plate again. My face was heating. “I am not going on a damn double-date with my own goddamn mother.”

She grabbed a napkin, dabbed the corner of my mouth with it and replied, “For such a grown man—you’re acting like quite the baby.”

“Jesus, Ma. Will is deep in the Club. Most of the time he walks on the wrong side of the law.”

“Do you trust him?”

“Yeah. So?”

“Is he playing me?”

“He better-the-fuck-not be. He knows I’ll kill him!”

“Then leave us alone. Let me be happy.”

I threw down my napkin, standing. “It’s a long drive. I need to go.” She drew me in for a hug. “Shit, Ma. The whole world is not making any goddamn sense.”

“Maybe it will, if you just change your focal point.”

I pondered her words as I merged onto the Pacific Coast Highway. The sunny sky turned to gray clouds the farther north I went. I passed the time pretending I was in the shoes of Duke… Rog, or Will—even that prick Zeke, who is trying to mess with the MC.

Ma was right. If you pretended to be them—look through the world from whatever point of view you think they are—a whole lot more makes a lot of friggin’ sense.

Lost in thought, I made great time. My truck pulled into the long dirt drive that led to the rental house. Rog has a few of his men watching both Devon and Luce. Both women are protected by the MC now. Whether they like it or not. I know Dev’s been giving a few of my men a tough time while Luce, my angel, doesn’t. She knows how much being Prez weighs on me. We talked for hours during both day and night. I’m determined not to let distance keep us from growing closer. She knows that if she was to act out, it would just add to the bullshit I don’t need.

I cut the engine, shifting uncomfortably. Luce was outside, on all fours in the grass as she peered at something under the porch. Her denim shorts rode up the back of her thighs. I squeezed my eyes shut. But all I could see was me taking her from behind. She’s on all fours, like she is now—but in my head—she’s on the floor to my bedroom with her hands bound to the post at the foot of my bed. She throws her head back, beads of sweat trickle down her spine as I move in her—the head of my dick hammering her deep inside.

Damn, I need to get in her.

Now.

Tonight.

I can’t do this Romeo hearts and flower shit much longer.

I’m at my breaking point.

I’ve been patient for a month, sticking to my word that I wanted more than sex. But my balls are so full—the damn things could populate a new world. No amount of jacking off can relieve them. I can’t trick them anymore. The only thing that will sate the beast—is bedding his mate.

She didn’t even turn to greet me as I slid out of the truck, slamming the door shut. The melody of her soft words floated in the early evening air, wrapping around my heart and helping it beat.

“Babe? What are you doing?”

“There’s a stray. She’s skinnier than me and scared. I’ve been feeding her for a week and she still won’t come to me.”

“Trust takes time to grow. Isn’t that what you keep telling me?”

She finally rose, turning to face me. “Hi!” She wrapped her arms around my neck as I kissed her the way I had been dreaming about since the last time I saw her. I grunted, pulling her in tight. My hands cupped her ass as her legs wrapped around my waist. She gasped as she felt what those shorts were doing to me.

“Luce… angel,” I groaned as we caught our breaths and I set her down. She brought a hand down, boldly rubbing the ridge in my jeans.

“Damn, baby. I want you so bad.”

“I want you too.”

I searched her eyes, heat flaring in mine that Luce was finally ready to belong to me. Splatters of dried paint scattered across her face like freckles. She smelled of sunshine, pastels, and—mine.

“I-I need to tell you something.” She linked our fingers as she pulled back. My heart was pumping fast. “I signed a lease. I’m officially moving in. Rog is letting me take the first-floor apartment. I’ve been vague about how I was still out here when school started, because truthfully, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I didn’t want any pressure from you or Dev, over my decision. Finances in Chicago aren’t the best. I was laid off before summer even started and I didn’t want Dev’s pity. So, I’ve officially made up my mind. Springdale High emailed me an offer. It was surprisingly a good one. I guess it worked out the former teacher decided not to return at the last minute and with school already being in session for a month, they didn’t want to waste any more time. You’re looking at the high school’s new art teacher.”

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