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  Abruptly, her face twisted and his hand gripped her wrist. He pulled her to her feet and she promptly slapped him across the face.

  Without a second thought, I leapt up from my stool and scrambled over to their side. “I think the lady has made it very clear that you’re no longer welcome here,” I growled in a low tone.

  “Fuck you,” the douchebag snarled. “I think my old lady here just needs to learn her place. This doesn’t concern you.”

  “Oh, I think it does concern me now.” I stepped in between them. “Don’t make me say it again.”

  He threw his hands into the air. “You’re not worth it, slut. He can have you.”

  The asshole spit at my feet before turning to walk away.

  He backed down easily. What a pussy.

  “Thanks,” the striking woman huffed as she sank back onto her chair.

  “You all right?” I asked, taking the vacated stool next to her.

  “Yeah, just an old boyfriend who needs to stay an ex. I don’t know why I even entertained the thought of being around him tonight.” She nudged the lime in her empty glass with a straw.

  “Old habits die hard,” I responded, holding out my hand for her to take. “I’m Maccon.”

  “Kinsley,” she replied, taking my hand. “Thank you.”

  “No problem. What’re you drinkin’?” I pointed to the rocks glass next to Kinsley’s elbow.

  “Jameson and ginger,” she replied as her lips turned up at the corners a little.

  I called over to the young bartender, ordering us a round of drinks before turning back to the beautiful stranger.

  “So what brings a white knight like you into this seedy bar tonight?” she asked with a little giggle.

  “Just needed to get out of the house for a bit. It’s been a while,” I admitted.

  “I can understand that. It was a very long Monday for me too.” As she playfully brushed a curl behind her ear, her soft eyes met mine. An electricity shot through me that I hadn’t felt in years.

  We made small talk while finishing our drinks. It was nice to just shoot the shit with someone who wasn’t in my club, a ten-year-old, or my sister.

  “Do you wanna get outta here?” I boldly asked as I slammed the bottom of my hoppy beer.

  “Actually, I do.” She jumped up from her seat. “Lead the way. That dick-hole Elijah is still buzzing around here somewhere, and I don’t want to go another round with him with more alcohol soaking into his already dumbass brain.”

  Elijah. The name clicked in my head and I saw red. All I wanted to do was rush into the parking lot and beat that motherfucker to death, but I cooled my temper and forced myself to focus on the lovely girl I had just rescued. “Sounds good, sweetheart. I’ll drive.”

  I escorted Kinsley to my hog, which was parked on the side of the bar under one of the only street lights in the lot.

  As I started to get onto my bike, she grabbed my arm. “Hey,” she muttered before crushing her lips to mine.

  I pulled her into me, gripping her hips as our lips danced together. It had been far too long since I had been kissed passionately, and I hadn’t realized how much I missed it.

  “Give me directions as I drive?” I asked, subtly telling her we weren’t going back to my place.

  She nodded before climbing onto my bike behind me.

  * * *

  Once we walked into her house, desire took over completely.

  I pressed her up against the wall next to her front door, pulling her leg up onto my hip, and she lightly nipped at my neck as I growled in her ear. As I kissed from her collarbone to her chin, she slowly rubbed my growing erection through my tightening jeans. I rumbled into her neck, feeling my need grow with every second.

  “God, it’s been too long,” I huffed quickly as she started to undo my leather belt.

  I reached up under her loose shirt and her bra, gently tugging on her nipples.

  A low moan escaped her lips as she breathlessly groaned, “That feels so damn good.”

  She grabbed my hand, leading me back to her bedroom. Going straight for her bed, she stripped down to her lace bra and panties.

  I grumbled as I watched her slowly undress from the other side of the bed, where I was following suit. “You’re so damn hot.”

  I couldn’t believe my eyes. From her delicate features to her soft breasts, all the way down to her toned thighs—she was magnificent.

  She got on her knees on the bed, staring right at me, slowly starting to massage her breasts over the black lace, playing with her nipples. My dick twitched as I took in the show in front of me.

  “You like that?” she asked as a coy smile spread on her lips.

  I nodded.

  “And this?” She ran her middle finger under her panties, slowly biting her lower lip out of sheer pleasure.

  A low rumble came from the back of my throat. “Fuck. Come here,” I demanded, grabbing her hips. I helped her off of the bed then pushed her down onto her knees.

  She took my length into her mouth instantly, forcing it all the way into the back of her throat like a champ.

  “Fuck. You’re so damn good at that,” I growled as she sucked and licked my hardening shaft. My fingers curled into her long hair, pulling her head back. “Look at me. The. Whole. Time.” I thrust in hard, making her gag, but she never broke eye contact.

  Her mouth felt so good.

  I was fucking addicted to it.

  I plunged harder and deeper into her mouth until tears formed in the corners of her eyes, making her mascara run just a bit. Just as my dick started to throb, I released my grip on her hair.

  “Get on the bed, on your knees, and put your hands behind your back,” I demanded.

  She did exactly what I told her to do without question. Sliding my belt out of its loops and freeing it from my jeans, I wrapped the leather around her wrists.

  “Like that?” I asked sharply, not really caring what her answer was unless she was about to freak out on me.

  “I love it, actually,” she responded, giving me the green light I was lusting after.

  “Your ass is perfect.” I rolled my fingers over her soft skin as she purred.

  “Take it then.” She looked over her shoulder with a close-lipped smile. “I like it.”

  I pressed my tattooed chest against her back, letting my cock slide between her cheeks snugly. “Are you sure?”

  “You can have whatever you want,” she moaned, letting her head roll back.

  Quickly, I spun her around and shoved her head down next to my dick. “Get it nice and wet. We don’t want to go in dry, now do we?”

  She spit and sucked until I was more than lubed enough to enter her. I forced her back into position, her perfect ass high in the air. Gripping her sides, I slowly slid into her as she gasped, and she moaned as I pulled out.

  “How was that?” My husky voice was coated in shameless craving.

  “Fucking amazing,” she groaned into the comforter as her fingers clenched the plush fabric.

  “How about this?” Forcefully, I thrust deeper into her. Pulling out, I spit on her, rolling the head of my cock around on her back door teasingly.

  “More,” she cried.

  Without warning, I plunged into her over and over, and her cries of pleasure cheered me on perfectly.

  “Fuck. Your dick is unbelievable.” She sighed as I slowly pulled out before releasing her wrists from my belt and tossing it onto the floor.

  “Now I need your pussy.” I rolled her over, getting on my knees in front of her. I flattened my tongue over her pulsing clit as her knees started to shake.

  “Holy shit,” she cried out as I licked and teased her sensitive skin.

  “You like that?” I asked between laps.

  Her entire body trembled. “So much.”

  Her sweet nectar filled my mouth as I felt her climax starting to build. When I shoved two fingers into her, her walls collapsed around them. She screamed out as all of her muscles tensed from sheer eu
phoria.

  “You’re incredible. Where have you been all my life?” She panted, pulling me on top of her.

  “I was just about to say something very similar.”

  She pointed to the nightstand next to us. “Condoms are over there.”

  Reaching up into the top drawer, I pulled out a foil wrapper. I rolled the rubber on, shifting to make her get on top of me.

  As she rode my dick, I was mesmerized by her tits bouncing in my face. I could barely contain myself. Her pussy was so tight, her hips bucked perfectly, and her body was incredible.

  “You’re going to make me cum,” I bellowed, pulling her hips down onto me.

  “Cum for me, Maccon,” she cried out, picking up her pace.

  My cock throbbed as my entire body was overtaken with blazing pleasure. She collapsed on top of me, slowly catching her breath.

  “Fuck, Kinsley. That was…” My head hit the pillow as she crawled into my arms.

  “Yeah, amazing. I agree.” She slipped under the covers and we quickly drifted off into a post-sex coma.

  Chapter 9

  Maccon

  Early the next morning, I lay awake with Kinsley fast asleep, her head on my shoulder. All I could think about was the fact that her ex-boyfriend was the elusive number two I had looked for all those years ago. We had assumed all the Renegade Kings had left town, but apparently they were just good at lying low.

  I hated that I was overtaken by bloodlust instead of relishing in the gorgeous conquest that had been entirely earth-shattering only hours before, but I couldn’t help it.

  As she started to stir, I pulled away from her. “Good morning,” I murmured before kissing her forehead.

  “You stayed.” She gave me a sleepy smile.

  “Was I not supposed to?” I asked as I got up to get dressed.

  “I’m glad you did. Most guys don’t.” Her face twisted into a grimace.

  Leaning down, I kissed her one more time. “I’m not like most guys, sugar. But, unfortunately, I do need to get home before my daughter wakes up and realizes I’m not home. My sister is going to fucking kill me for being out all night.”

  “He’s a dad,” she teased.

  “That I am.”

  “I like that. Kids are my whole world. I’m a teacher.”

  I smiled down at her. “Perfect.”

  I pulled a receipt out of my pocket, scribbling my number before putting it on the nightstand. “I hope I can see you again soon.”

  “I’ll probably be back at the Red Crow tonight, if you’re interested.” She grinned up at me, pulling a tank top over her bare chest.

  “It’s a date.”

  * * *

  Sitting at my desk in the auto parts store, I couldn’t get Kinsley out of my head. I hadn’t felt that way about a woman since meeting Allie, and it scared the ever-loving shit out of me.

  “Knock, knock.” Piper waltz into my office, plopping down on the chair in front of me. “So?” She was grinning at me with wide eyes.

  “It was a good night,” I admitted, barely able to contain the smirk that quickly took over.

  “Fantastic. What’s her name?”

  “Kinsley,” I replied.

  “That’s cute. What is she, twenty?” Piper teased.

  “Thirty-one,” I replied.

  “Robbing the cradle, old man.” Piper snickered.

  Great, now I feel like a complete perv. “Forty-eight isn’t too much older, is it?”

  “I’m just jerking you around, bro. Good for you.”

  “Is Reese here yet?”

  She nodded. “Nice way to change the subject. Don’t think we’re done talking about this mystery woman.”

  “Can you send him in here? Please and thank you.” I ignored her snide remark and cheeky grin.

  “Don’t forget about the parent-teacher thing tonight at Em’s school. You have to make it to one before she leaves that place.”

  “I promise I will be there with bells on.”

  Piper stuck her tongue out at me—her normal bratty move—before leaving to get my VP.

  Reese strode in a moment later. “You needed to see me?”

  “Shut the door,” I growled before lighting a cigarette and throwing him the pack.

  “What’s going on?”

  I took in a deep breath. “I found Elijah Clark last night at the Red Crow.”

  His eyes grew ten times as he took in a long drag. “No fucking way,” he said on an exhalation with a puff of smoke.

  “I think it was him anyway. I met his ex-girlfriend last night. He had blacked-out ink and everything. It has to be him.” I paused for a moment before continuing. “I’m meeting her there tonight. I need you and Jett to wait in the parking lot just in case he shows up. I don’t think he put two and two together when I pulled him off of her in the bar.”

  “Shouldn’t we bring this to the club?” Reese worked his jaw, waiting for my response.

  “We should, but there isn’t time, and I don’t really give a fuck about procedure right now. What if we lose him again?” That was something I would not be able to stomach. I had been waiting for this day for more than ten years and I was not going to let this golden opportunity slip through my calloused grasp.

  “I couldn’t agree more, and I am on it.” The fire that lit in the back of Reese’s eyes was contagious. The second part of my revenge was finally going to play out.

  Even though I knew it wasn’t going to fix anything, I would sleep better at night knowing there was one less scumbag out there in the world.

  “Today is going to be a good day.” I snickered as Reese got up from his seat.

  “That it is, brother. That it is.”

  Reese left the office and I leaned back in my chair, thinking about all the fucked-up things I was going to do to Elijah. He had been living on borrowed time for the last decade, and I was going to make that very clear to him as soon as I got my hands on that piece of dog shit.

  Chapter 10

  Kinsley

  Holy hell.

  As I lay in my empty bed, all I could think about was how amazing Maccon had made me feel the night before.

  I wasn’t typically the chick who got picked up in a bar and fucked a perfect stranger, but something was different about Maccon. Something in his sad eyes and his grizzled yet sweet demeanor told me he was one of the good guys.

  Glancing over at the digital clock on my nightstand, I realized my alarm was about to go off, telling me it was time to get my ass in gear. As soon as the blaring buzzer sounded, I slapped the top of the machine and forced myself to climb out of bed.

  Shower.

  Brush my teeth.

  Blow-dry and style my hair.

  Put on the least amount of makeup possible.

  I went through the motions of my morning routine on autopilot.

  As I pulled on a dark blue pantsuit, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

  Not too shabby.

  I smiled to myself as I saved Maccon’s number in my cell. All I wanted to do was text him about how happy I was to have met him, but that seemed a little too eager. My mother’s longwinded warning about playing hard to get sounded in my head as I shoved my phone into the side pocket of my purse.

  “We’ll see if he shows up tonight,” I whispered to myself under my breath as I locked my front door.

  Despite not wanting to admit it, the prickling worry of never seeing Maccon again reared its ugly head.

  * * *

  “Morning,” Lauren Day called over to me as I filled my travel mug with coffee in the teacher’s lounge.

  I smiled over at her. “Good morning.”

  “Don’t you look nice.”

  I smoothed out the jacket of my suit as my cheeks flared red. “Dress to impress when it comes to parent-teacher night, right?”

  She twirled in her adorable sundress, laughing a little. “Don’t you know it.”

  “Did you have your wine in the bath last night?” I asked, adding sweetener in
to my steaming coffee.

  “It’s tradition,” she replied with a toothy grin. “I do love a good bath. What about you?”

  I could feel the back of my neck get hot as blush took over my entire face. “I decompressed in the best of ways.”

  Her eyes grew wide as she took a step closer to me. “I feel a juicy story coming in behind those words.”

  I pursed my lips. “You know I am not one to kiss and tell.”

  “As long as it wasn’t that deadbeat Elijah, I am happy for you.”

  I pulled my hair into a ponytail, needing to do something with my hands for a minute. “He was so much better than Elijah ever was.”

  She put her hand on my shoulder just as the bell rang. “I am going to need details later. For now, you’ve been saved by the bell.”

  Chapter 11

  Maccon

  “Daddy, come on,” Emerson whined, pulling me into her classroom. “I want you to meet my teacher.”

  With Piper in tow, we made our way into the tiny, brightly decorated space that had far too much glitter for my taste, and I stopped dead in my tracks.

  Kinsley locked eyes with me from the other side of the room where she was talking with a husband and wife.

  “Excuse me.” She didn’t break eye contact with me as she ducked away from the parents. “Maccon? Are you stalking me?” she whispered teasingly as she crossed her arms over her chest.

  “No. Emerson is my daughter.” I pulled my kid into my side, feeling completely uncomfortable and embarrassed.

  “Hi, Miss Rogers.” Emerson wiggled her fingers at her teacher.

  “Hey, Emerson. Thanks for bringing your parents here tonight.” Kinsley looked from me to Piper, and I was mortified.

  Piper cleared her throat. “Parent,” she corrected. “I’m the aunt, Piper.”

  I could see the relief wash over Kinsley as she shook my sister’s hand.