CHANCE
“You didn’t have to take us home. You know I’m a grown woman, right?” she says, yawning as she attempts to take off the sexy heels that she’s wearing. She’s sitting on the couch in her living room, and I’m standing by watching her, wondering why the hell I stepped inside. I just want to make sure she gets into bed safely, and then I’m going to get the fuck out of here.
“Who did you wear those for?” I ask her, frowning. In fact, her whole outfit screams single and wanting a fuck, and it pisses me right off.
“Oh God, don’t tell me you’re one of those men who say women can’t wear whatever they want,” she grumbles.
I shake my head. “No, I’m not. You can wear whatever the hell you want when I’m with you, baby. I can fight and protect you. But when I’m not there…”
She wrinkles her nose and lifts her hand. “You see a ring on this finger? I’m single and can wear what I want and fuck whoever I want.”
“You did fuck whoever you wanted that night at Steel. And that happened to be me,” I remind her, bending down to help her remove the straps that hug her ankles. I undo the buckle, pull off one shoe, and then the other.
When I glance up at her, her heated hazel eyes are locked on me. “You look good on your knees, Chance.”
“Fuck,” I rasp, sliding my hand up the back of her leg before letting her go and standing up. My cock is hard, and I want her so badly, but now is not the time. “Come on, let’s get you in bed so I can get back to the clubhouse.”
She freezes, her jaw tensing. Clearly, I’ve said the wrong thing. “I’m sure I can get myself to bed. I’ll see you later.”
Gently gripping her upper arm, I pull her toward me and cup her face. “You didn’t want me, and now you don’t want me to leave?”
“I want you to leave,” she grumbles, swallowing hard. “Why do you play these games with me? If you weren’t around every time I turn my head, I would be able to forget you once and for all.”
Now we’re getting somewhere.
“I don’t want you to forget me,” I say honestly. Clearly, I can’t forget her, and misery loves company.
“Chance.” She sighs.
“Mackenzie.”
“Call me Kenzie. Only my mother calls me by my full name.”
“You have a beautiful name,” I say softly, happy that she’s slowly letting me get closer to her. “Come on. Bed, now. We can talk tomorrow.”
When she undresses and gets into bed naked, I stare up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath.
Fuck.
She’s perfect.
And it’s more than just her body.
I walk out to get her some water and some painkillers, and by the time I get back into the room, she’s fast asleep, one leg over the covers.
Leaving the water and tablets on her nightstand, I press a kiss to her forehead and make sure the house is locked up before heading back to the clubhouse.
Gia runs up to me when she sees me, wrapping her arms around me. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she purrs, pressing her lips to my neck.
I gently push her away. “Not tonight, I’m tired.”
She frowns, and I know for sure she is watching me walk to my bedroom.
It would be so easy to sink inside her.
Too easy.
But I choose not to.