Page 18 of Knot My MC
Her scent is stronger in the living room today, and I spend a bit of time simply breathing it in. I sit on the couch and try to picture her with me. Would she let me kiss her again? I lick my lips like I can still taste her. That kiss was meant to be chaste, but as soon as my mouth was on hers and she melted against me, it morphed into me teasing my tongue along the seam of her lips until she parted them.
I got a little taste of her, but it’s something I’d die to experience again.
My only regret is that I wish I would have let go of my self-control and taken hold of her and kissed her properly. But I restrained myself, knowing I’d taken her first kiss without asking her if it was okay, and if I had another chance, there would be more firsts to take.
Rising from my seat, I head up the stairs, avoiding the creaking stair and opening her door. I stand in the threshold, staring at her nearly naked body. She’s kicked off the blanket and she’s not wearing pants. A tight pair of black boy shorts covers most of her ass, but the rounded bottom half hangs out, begging to be grabbed.
I struggle to function as my gaze travels over her. A tiny tank top that barely covers her full tits. Soft thighs. Strong calves. That delectable neck.
It’s pure, agonizing torture.
But I can’t seem to stop.
Every time it’s my turn, I find myself here, suffering through trying to be with her but notbe withher.
My hands clench at my sides. She’s still vulnerable.
Until that neck has our mark, our claim, she’s still at risk. There’s so much to do.
I won’t let her down. I can’t.
I’ll find a way to get back to her and keep her safe.
PARTTWO
PRESENT DAY
CHAPTERSEVEN
KIKI
“No, you fucking idiot,” I growl at my phone. The animated orc winks at an animated woman and my character is left standing there, a stupidly confused look on her face.
The screen prompts me with two choices. Stay and fight with him or leave and go home. There’s no option to tell the dude why what he did hurt my character. Engines rumble close by, saving me from having to work through the inevitable break up that comes before the happily ever after. I lovePlaying for Love, the interactive game, but sometimes it pisses me off. I lock my phone and set it on the table.
They’re back.
Sitting on one of the benches outside the club house, I watch the bikes ride through the gate, searching for my dad. I reach to fiddle with the necklace I usually wear. My fingers grasp around thin air. Where the hell did I put that? I spare a second of concern for yet another thing I’ve lost before focusing on the guys parking in front of me. They pull off their helmets, revealing bloodied faces and bruised eyes.Crap. Not again. I stand but resist going over and demanding answers from them.
No one will tell me anything until Axel and Dad are back.
I wait. My fingers twitch and my gaze skips over the familiar faces. Dread coils in my gut as more motorcycles enter the premises. None of them are my dad’s. Axel is one of the last to enter, and I run over to him, not giving a damn how ridiculous I look. There have been more than a few run-ins with rival MCs lately. Turf disputes as if Dolin isn’t big enough for a half dozen MCs.
“Where is he?” I ask, breathless from the short sprint and burst of energy. “Where’s my dad?”
Axel pulls his helmet off and refuses to meet my gaze. “Kiki.” A bruise blooms across his cheek.
What the hell happened?
The heaviness in his tone is all I need to hear. I stumble slightly but someone catches me. I glance over my shoulder. Vermont, the secretary, is pulling back his long, dark dreads and staring straight at me. I pull my eyebrows together in question.Is he okay?Tears glisten in his eyes and he presses his lips together, shaking his head.
“No,” I say, pulling myself out of his hold. “No,” I repeat, glaring at Axel. “Where is he?”
Axel’s eyes lift to meet mine, and he scowls. He clearly doesn’t like the way I’m talking to him, but right now I don’t give a damn. He still doesn’t answer. Spinning on my heel, I march over to Forest.
“Where’s my dad?”
Forest glances at the Prez. I smack his chest. Why the fuck is he looking at Axel? I’m the one asking the question. My heart slams against my ribcage and my legs shake, threatening to give out if I don’t get an answer.
