It was still a little surreal to know that, for the next seven days, Tag was going to get to know her in ways he hadn’t honestly expected, but wouldn’t deny wanting. He figured that turnabout was fair play. If she was going to get an insight into what it meant to be a member of the club, he was going to know everything there was to know about this woman. Not only how explosive her kisses were, or how damned sexy she looked without clothes on, but Tag wanted to know the real woman.
During the night, while he had been laying in his bed thinking about McKenna and all of the naughty things he wanted to do to her, he had also committed himself to learning every nuance, every little smirk, every tiny detail of this fascinating woman who seemed to have no inhibitions.
And in order to do that, he would make damn sure she understood how hot she made him burn. If he was going to bring her onboard, show her the ropes, – pun intended – then he fully expected her to get a feel for what it was like to reap the full benefits of the lifestyle. And he was going to give himself over to the experience completely. For at least the next seven days, Tag refused to hold back because he knew for a fact, this opportunity wasn’t going to come around more than once in his lifetime. This woman was unique; he knew that much about her already.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, returning his gaze to her eyes. “You can put your skirt down now.”
McKenna adjusted the flimsy material, allowing it to cover her thoroughly before meeting his eyes once again. “I can handle anything you can dish out.”
Tag was beginning to believe that was true. Not only was she stunningly beautiful, she was intelligent and witty and... fun. And not in the way he was used to finding women entertaining. As much as he ached to bury himself inside of her, Tag had an unfamiliar desire to figure her out, to get inside of her head and see how she thinks because he was just so damned intrigued by her.
So, for the next seven days, Tag was giving himself over to this woman and he only hoped when it was over, he would walk away unscathed.
Twenty minutes later they were pulling up to the club, both of them barely noticing that they had arrived.
Surprisingly, McKenna had prompted a casual conversation and Tag found himself laughing and enjoying her company for more than just the sheer pleasure of looking at her. She was so easy to talk to, and her interest in life made him yearn to see it through her eyes. That idea was outside of his comfort zone on so many levels.
Tag would admit to being successful, but by no means had it come easy. It wasn’t due to a bad childhood because his childhood couldn’t be classified as either good or bad. He was just there. His parents loved each other immensely and considering he was a side effect of that love, they cared about him, but they never doted on him or encouraged him. They simply subsisted with him. And what he told McKenna about why he became a lawyer was the sad truth. His father worked his ass off in order to ensure that he and his mother were provided for, but Jackson Murphy had existed solely for his wife and no one else. And when Tag’s mother passed away when he was barely a teenager, he wasn’t sure his father would survive there for a while.
Over time, his father managed to pull himself up by his bootstraps and go through the motions of life until one day, by some strange coincidence, Jackson met Cole’s mother and fell head over heels for her.
Tag didn’t begrudge his father having met Victoria, but he soon learned that he was once again a byproduct of his father’s first love, and he was pushed by the wayside yet again. So, call him a hard ass, call him selfish, call him anything, but Tag never wanted to experience the type of relationship that would allow him to push all of the people who were supposed to be important to him away. Never.
And he had never feared that would happen because Tag kept himself at a distance from those he interacted with. He made his life about his job, and the few mutually exclusive relationships that he ventured into – most of them where he was the third because it was what he knew, what he was comfortable with. No one expected anything from him because he wasn’t the glue that held it together which was more than fine by him.
Until McKenna.
For some reason, Tag wanted to experience this through her eyes, to know what it was like to be the focus of someone else’s attention and this was his chance. For the next seven days, McKenna belonged to him and him to her. Now, he just had to keep reminding himself that just like every other relationship, this one was temporary.
It wasn’t like he had any crazy notions running through his head, but he would admit to experiencing a little anticipation a time or two. Did it make him crazy to think that McKenna could possibly be what he needs as Sam suggested?