I nodded against her chest, tugging her nipple in my mouth one final time and sucking long and hard until her fingertips dug into my scalp. “Yeah, I do. It’s internal.”
“Too bad,” she said and reluctantly pulled away.
“Too fucking bad,” I growled and stomped over to the phone, confirming it was who I thought it was. “Yeah?”
“Virgil, sweetheart, I need your help.”
Of course she did. “I’ll be there soon, Ma.” Ended the call and looked over at Maisie ,who stared back at me, tits still bare but all I could see were those kiss-swollen lips. “Duty calls.”
“Bummer.” She jumped off the counter, the jiggle of her tits temporarily hypnotizing me. “Maybe next time we’ll get to the meal.”
“Is that a requirement?”
I appreciated that she thought about it for a second. “No. But no man who wasn’t family has ever cooked for me, and the idea of you in an apron, cooking a meal is making me hot. Really hot.”
If that was what it took to have her, I would do it. A meal and a few fucks and it would be back to life as normal. “Good to know.”
She righted her bra and shirt and finished off the remaining glass of whiskey. “Thanks for the whiskey tasting. I give it three stars, for being so abbreviated.”
That pulled another laugh out of me. “Come on, funny girl. Oliver will be out front soon.”
“You’re sending me home?”
I smiled. “Sorry it has to be like this. Call you later?”
“Sure. Note to self, next time wear a skirt.”
And that was the image that stuck with me as I walked the huge house toward Sadie’s salon to clean up another fucking mess.
Chapter Ten
Maisie
I couldn’t get Virgil or his intensely deep kisses out of my mind. Sitting in Max and Jana’s backyard with a beer in my hand and one leg tucked under my body, daydreaming about kissing a big strong man made me feel like an immature virgin who wasn’t ready to move to the next step.
But damn, the man kissed like he could make me come just by putting his tongue in my mouth, and I needed to know if he could. Those kisses came to me in my dreams, they invaded my daydreams. The truth was, I hadn’t stopped thinking about Virgil or his kisses since his driver dropped me off three days ago.
I still wasn’t sure this was anything more than a fling, but something about the man made it hard to stop thinking about him. Clearly, he was up to something that was on the wrong side of the law. Crazy thing was, I wasn’t sure if that even bothered me all that much.
Even though Gunnar and Peaches tried to shield me from most of the Reckless Bastards’ business, Opey was a small town and it was impossible to keep their shenanigans from me. I knew things Gunnar would hate that I knew; I’d also seen things he wouldn’t like, but the man ran a sex club and well, Opey was a ridiculously small town.
Chances were good Virgil and I would have a few weeks of amazing sex and then fizzle out, no harm, no foul.
Then again, it could be my super horny body telling me to go for a few spins before I make up my mind. At this point, who could tell?
“Everything all right, Maze?”
I looked up from my daydream and smiled at Jana. “I didn’t even hear you come out.”
“Clearly. I called your name a few times.”
Busted. “Oh. Sorry I guess I was just thinking.”
“About anything in particular?”
“The world. My future. Guys.” Virgil was the easiest thing to focus on, the one with the least chance for impacting my life, long term. He was a gorgeous distraction. I thought.
I hoped.
“The world is a problem that will continue to plague us all,” she said wisely and took the seat beside me as she stole a sip of my beer. “Your future is approaching whether you want it to or not. You’re about to graduate with a degree in hospitality management. Sounds like a great life. My advice is to find a job you love and enjoy it. You know what they say, if you find your passion, you’ll never work a day in your life. And there’s so many places you could work. The world is your oyster. Now,” she rubbed her hands together gleefully. “Tell me about the guy.”
I blinked. I wanted to spill, but as much as Jana was my friend, she wouldn’t hesitate to report anything worrisome to Gunnar and Peaches. “Did you ever have any doubts about being with Uncle Max because he was a Reckless Bastard?”
She snorted and shook her head. “Are you kidding? I was so hung up on him being a biker and what I thought it meant, that I nearly lost him. The truth is I always knew who Max was, with or without the MC. It took almost losing him to realize it.”