“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.”
* * *
Sittingat 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?”