That made me smile. “You hold him down while I do the honors?”
“You got it, babe.”
“You’re a good guy, Max. I hope you know that.”
“I haven’t done good things.”
“You survived though. That’s hard as hell, and it’s the one thing people don’t tell you.” I worried so much about the pain of my scar that it didn’t occur to me to worry about how it looked until people looked at me like I belonged in a freak show. And no therapist, mental or physical, had prepared me for a lifetime of that.
“Yeah.”
The beginning strains of Rhiannon began to play and I stood with a smile. This night was too heavy and when would I ever have a guy like Max all to myself for an evening? Never. “Let’s dance. It’s the perfect therapy!” I bounced and swayed, letting the music move me as I pulled him to his feet.
He laughed. “You’re crazy.”
“Maybe. But sometimes you just have to dance your ass off!” I held his hands, twisting and bouncing. Twirling and doing a pretty bad job of finding a beat. But I laughed and he laughed, we both smiled under the moonlight and forgot all about the shit life had heaped on us.
After three songs my jaw cracked in a yawn and Max stopped. “I should get home.”
I could’ve asked him to stay, but it wasn’t a good idea. “Okay. Thanks for drinking and sharing your story with me.”
“Anytime,” he said in deep, sexy voice that made my nipples hard. I felt his gaze on my back as we walked through to the front. I turned at the door and he was much closer than I anticipated, giving me a chance to see the tiny flecks of green in his gray eyes. “Thank you for tonight, Jana. I like spending time with you.” His big rough hands cupped my face and slowly, his mouth found mine. His lips were soft but they moved sure and confident. His mouth felt like sunshine and heaven had a baby, making me feel warm and light and free. I gasped when his tongue touched my lips and he seized the moment, dipping into my tequila flavored mouth.
My hands went around his neck, loving the heat his big body emanated. I couldn’t help, in my tipsy state, but notice our differences. He was hard as stone everywhere I was soft. Where I was warm, he was scorching hot. I let my hands roam the width of his back as he explored the depths of my mouth, making my body quiver with tension. It was more than desire. It was white hot lust, emphasis on hot. I felt like I wanted to climb his body.
But he pulled back. “Damn.” A satisfied grin lit up his face.
“Indeed.”
He chuckled, pressed a short kiss to my lips and walked out.
Holy. Hell.
Chapter 5
Max
“So that’s the Cheese & Hearts platter with two types of wafers, the Six-ual Delights wine package with the Forty Days and Nights of Chocolates. Will that be all, sir?”
I sighed feeling like a goddamn fool, sending all that shit to Jana, but it seemed right. Hell, I wanted to. I hadn’t stopped thinking about that kiss. For two damn days I could still feel her plump lips on mine, the taste of tequila on her lips. On her tongue. I can’t remember ever being lit so quick by just kissing a woman. It wasn’t just kissing her though, the feel of soft, supple skin under my hands. She was such a fucking woman, so small and feminine that I wanted to sink into her and spend forever there. But I had to get to the club house. “Yeah, that’s all. Oh, wait, I want a card. I had fun. Max, that’s it.”
“Okay sir, thank you for your business. Have a good day.”
“Yeah, you too.” I stabbed the end button and grabbed my kutte and my keys. The Reckless Bastards club house was actually a converted hangar at the ass end of Mayhem furthest away from Vegas. We liked the tourist action, because tourists spent big bucks on grass and ass, but they were too damn curious about the outlaw life so for the past two years we did our business on the border with the town of Henderson.
For the first time in too long, a smile touched my face as I entered the hangar we’d busted our asses cleaning out and converting and turning it into multiple rooms. I walked in through the back at the long black leather bar where one of the prospects uncapped a few beers. “Hey Max!”
I waved at him and the Reckless Bitches perched on the bar, hoping today was the day they became someone’s old lady. A few of the old timers sat at the tables drinking, watching the Bitches and prospects play pool and foosball. “Hey guys.”
“Max! It’s about fucking time.” I turned at the sound of Savior’s voice. He was the Sergeant-at-arms for the club, and the craziest, happiest motherfucker I ever met.
“Savior, still rockin’ that mountain man look, I see.”
He scraped a hand over a full, chocolate beard and flashed a blinding smile. “The chicks love it, they think I’m a lumberjack and they can’t wait to climb my log.”
I laughed. “Crazy, bastards. What’s up?”
He shrugged. “I got some new guns and I thought maybe you wanted to play.”