I swallow the last of my drink and stand up.
Time to get my woman.
11
MACKENZIE
I’m not going to lie, I had a feeling he would turn up. So I made sure to put on my black silk nightgown and left my hair loose. But that doesn’t mean I’m not pissed at him, because I am.
“What are you doing here?” I ask as I open the door, scowling when he steps inside with a charming smile.
“I missed you.” His eyes roam over my face and then drop to my chest. “And fuck, I’m glad I came. You look fucking sexy.”
He reaches out to touch me, and I step back, lock the door, and storm into my living room. He follows behind me, and when I turn around, his eyes are on my ass. Arching my brow, I wait for him to look me in the eye, but he grins, unashamed at being caught looking.
I open my mouth to give him a piece of my mind, but before I can get any words out, he kisses me, cutting me off.
When he pulls away, he says against my lips, “I know you saw me with the club girls. Yes, I’ve fucked them. No, I won’t touch them now that I have you.”
“They had their hands all over you,” I snap, placing my hands on his chest and pushing him. He doesn’t move an inch. “I’m letting you set the tone for whatever this is, Chance. So if you’re letting me know it’s fine to have other people touch you, and you don’t want to be exclusive, then that’s okay for me too?—”
He shuts me up with another kiss, this one harder, angrier. “I just said I won’t fuck any of them, and I haven’t since I saw you at the school. No one else will have my dick, and no one is going to be touching you. You understand?”
“They still touched you, and I didn’t like it,” I admit. “You might not have fucked them recently, but you have, and you came into the school with proof of that shoved into my face. I don’t want other women to have any part of you, not just your dick.”
“My world is different than yours. No one is shy sexually, and we’re used to the club girls hanging off us.”
“Don’t give me that your-world-my-world bullshit. This needs to become our world, and that means both of us will have to compromise,” I reply, cutting off his excuses.
His lip twitches. “You’re not scared of me at all, are you?”
“No, why should I be?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’m not going to put up with sharing you just because you’re a badass, sexy, tall, muscular biker.” I close the space between us, reaching up to touch the stubble on his chin. “I’m beautiful too. I’m smart. I’m kind. I’m generous and loving. If you think I’m going to just roll over and take everything you say as law, you have another thing coming. As I said, I’ll let you lead this, but don’t think there’s going to be separate rules for you just because you’re used to women throwing themselves at you.”
He looks taken aback, and I truly don’t think any woman has ever given it to him straight like that. I like him a hell of a lot, there’s something there between us, but I also don’t want to lose myself in him. Cheating is a deal breaker for me, and I want him to know that now. I don’t care what harem he has at his beck and call, they don’t get to touch him anymore if he wants to be with me.
He chased me.
I tried to get away from him, knowing he wasn’t going to be good for me, knowing I’d likely get hurt, but he wouldn’t let it go.
“You’re not in control here, Siren. You aren’t going to lead me around by my dick,” he rasps, pushing me back against the wall and staring down at me. “You’re right, we will have to compromise, but you aren’t my old lady yet. You going to give me shit every time a woman even touches me?”
“Probably.” I smile, all teeth.
“Fuck, you’re a handful. You’re meant to be a good girl. Anyone ever tell you that you have a temper?”
“I am a good girl,” I say, raking my teeth over my bottom lip. “I can be very good, but only if you deserve it. You don’t get to have your cake and eat it, too, fucking president or not.”
His eyes flicker. I feel like he’s torn between amusement and anger at my outburst, but he’s containing himself. “You can talk to me how you want in private, but you don’t get to speak to me like that at the club or in front of my brothers. Do you understand?”
“Do you?” I fire back, and his fingers tighten on the back of my nape.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Siren. Are you sure you’re going to be able to handle the consequences?”
The truth is, I am playing a dangerous game. I’m trying to push him away, to make him see that this, us, is not a good idea. I’m trying to save a future heartbreak that’s likely going to be a lot worse down the line.
He doesn’t let me answer, kissing me deeply, and my mind shuts off as his talented tongue works its magic. Maybe instead of overthinking everything, I should simply give my body what it craves.
When he lifts the silk from my thighs and slides his hand in my lace panties, I don’t object.