“Not even a taste?” Santana asks, wiggling her brows. “You wouldn’t want just a sip of all that fine ass?”
I snort. “No . . .”
“You’re such a liar.” Ash laughs. “If he came in and offered his dick, you would so jump on and ride it.”
“Ash,” I squeal softly. “You devil!”
“You want to ride Mack,” Santana taunts.
“I don’t want to ride him!”
“You so do. Just admit it.”
“Look,” I say, unable to wipe the smile from my face. “I won’t deny that I’d like a piece of that, but it’ll never happen, so lets drop it.”
“It might happen,” Santana teases.
“There is no way in hell Mack is putting his dick anywhere near me. Trust me.”
“I saw how he looked at you in those panties.” Ash winks.
“Those are my pajamas!”
“Those are what you wear when you want to get some!”
I laugh. “Wrong.”
“Admit it, just once, and I’ll let it go.” Ash grins. “Just tell me there’s a part of you that wants to have a ride of that sexy biker?”
“You just don’t give up.” I grin.
“Come on,” Santana teases, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Fine, if things were different, I’d most certainly jump on and ride the fuck out of that sexy biker. Happy?”
Santana is about to laugh, but stops suddenly and stares at the door. My heart starts pounding because I know even before I twist to see, that we’re not alone. Biting my lip, I turn around and squeak when I see Mack, Maddox, Krypt and another biker standing, watching us.
“Please tell me they didn’t hear,” I say, more to them than the girls.
“They were fuck-me panties,” Maddox says. “And I’m sure Mack would be all for you havin’ a ride.”
My cheeks burn and I turn, but not before catching a glimpse of the dark brown eyes trained on my lips. Mack heard all right, and now he thinks I want to have a piece of him, a piece of him while I’m riding him. My God, it couldn’t get any worse.“Stop teasing her,” Santana chastises Maddox.
“Baby,” he growls. “It was fuckin’ hilarious listenin’ you to girls goin’ on . . .”
Oh, man.
Mack hasn’t said a word, and when I dare to look up, he’s still watching me. His eyes flicker, and I’m almost sure he’s undressing me and making me ride him right there. I reach over, taking Diesel from Santana’s arms. “Well, it was great seeing the club but I have to go. It’s time for his nap.”
I turn and rush out of there like a crazy person.
That was not cool.
~*~*~*~
I run to the car quickly, horrified. I cannot believe Mack heard me. All that time I was sitting there and he was just listening to me rambling on about how I wanted to ride him. Ride him! I'm horrified; no, scratch that, I'm beyond horrified. There are no words to describe the mortification that I feel.
Diesel wiggles in my arms, bringing me back to the here and now. I soothe him with a few gentle rocks before swinging the SUV door open and buckling him in. I'm halfway through when cool fingers curl around my upper arm. I turn my head slowly to see Mack. He’s staring at me. I'm not entirely sure if he's amused or angry—the look on his face is unreadable.
I swallow, darting my eyes around, looking anywhere but at him. I mean, I'm not denying there is some serious sexual tension between us, but I certainly didn’t want him hearing me going on about my sexual fantasies that included me mounting and riding him. There is only so much a man needs to know.
I turn back to him after a few minutes, my cheeks pink, my voice stuck in my throat. Playing it cool, I put my hand on my hip and mutter, “What do you want?”
He stares at me, saying nothing, just studying me with those intense brown eyes. I hate when he does that. He gives me the look that doesn't quite tell me how he's feeling.
“You goin’ to be around tonight?”
He wants to know if I'm going to be around tonight? What is that supposed to mean? Oh my God, does Mack think we're going to fuck? Oh, no way.
“I’m going to see Josie tonight,” I say. It’s a lie, a total lie, but he doesn’t know that.
He gives me a look that tells me he does, in fact, know that I’m lying.
“Yeah, that's not goin’ to happen,” he says, his voice low and suddenly husky.
Oh boy, time to get out of here, like now.
I turn, preparing to get into the car, but his fingers curl around my arm and he hauls me back so hard I slam into his body, his chest to my spine. I shudder; I can’t help it. He’s hard . . . everywhere. I swallow, gathering my courage before pushing out of his arms and turning to face him fully.
“Look, I have to go. It's time for Diesel’s sleep. He can’t miss it.”
Mack’s eyes hold mine in an intense stare that seems to go on and on. I squirm beneath his gaze. It’s as if he knows all my secrets. Maybe he does. “What time will Diesel wake up?”
I gape at him. I've never heard him use Diesel’s name, like, ever. He just calls him the baby or the child but he never, ever, ever refers to him by name. It takes me a moment to reply, but when I do my voice is low, and I won't lie, a little proud.
“He wakes up around dinner time,” I say hoping this is the start, hoping this is where he comes in and acts like the dad I know he can be inside.