The Biker's Fate Chapter 141

Mack

"Because it's rude to hang up on someone, I'm letting you know, I'm hanging up now." And I did. I flopped onto my bed and dragged my hands down my face. Barney stuck his nose in the crook of my elbow and I pulled him close. "Boys are lame, Barney."

With a groan, I pulled on pajamas and headed to the bathroom. After brushing out my hair, I wrapped it into a messy bun on top of my head, then washed and moisturized my face. With part of my nightly ritual complete, I walked into the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine.

Before I could pour a glass, however, a quiet knock came at my front door. I frowned as I tiptoed to it and peeked out the peep hole. Crap! I was a mess... a mess that couldn't be described as a hot one. I sighed, dropping my forehead to the cool wood before releasing the locks and pulling it open.

Mack smiled. "Hi."

He wore the same suit he'd worn earlier, but he'd discarded the fitted jacket and his white shirt was open at the throat. Delicious was the only word to describe him.

"Hi. What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I figured you needed a bit to cool down, and I needed to see you, so..."

I stepped back. "Come in."

"You still mad?" he asked as he walked into my living room.

"Mad, no. Irritated, yes."

He slipped his hands into his pants pockets and studied me.

I stared back at him. "If you're going to stay a bit, I'll let my sister know you're here."

Mack cocked his head. "So she can bust my balls?"

"So she doesn't walk out here naked." He gave me a chin lift and I took a minute to let my sister know of our visitor. "Do you want some wine? I just opened a bottle," I said as I walked past him.

He took my arm and turned me to face him. "Hey."

"Yeah?"

His thumb stroked my arm. "I see I've made a mistake."

"Oh, really?"

Mack nodded and slid his hand to my neck. "Yeah."

I swallowed. "And that would be what, exactly?"

His mouth covered mine as his free hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer. I took a breath, effectively opening my mouth to him, and melted as he deepened the kiss. It took several minutes for me to gather my wits and I broke the connection, dropping my head to his chin.

"Logan," I whispered. "I can't think when you do that."

He kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry."

"For kissing me?" I asked with a frown.

"For underestimating you."

I glanced up at him. "Continue."

Mack stroked my cheek and smiled. "I see you're tougher than I originally thought."

"You think?"

"Even still, I don't want to come between you and your sister."

I frowned. "You can't."

"Babe," he said with a sigh.

"You have no power over my relationship with my sister, Logan. She and I have had to survive a long time without anyone but the two of us, we're an unbreakable unit." I stepped away from him. "Now, do you want some wine?"

"You got beer?"

"Yes."

"Hey." He took my arm again and I looked up at him. "I'm sorry."

I grinned. "Merlot."

"Your preferred apology gift?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "You're a really smart cookie."

"It's a good thing I have access to wholesale."

"Planning future offenses?"

He chuckled. "Planning, no, but knowing me, it's inevitable."

I grinned. "Have a seat; I'll get you a beer."

He nodded and made his way to the sofa. I took a minute to pour wine and open a bottle of beer and then joined him. "Did you come straight from the club?"

Mack took a swig of beer and nodded.

"Do you need to get back?"

Mack shook his head. "Booker's there tonight, but regardless, Knight's covering for me."

I faced him, leaning my head in my hand. "So you left early to apologize?"

"Yeah, I did."

I reached out and patted his cheek. "I like that."

"Yeah?"

Leaning forward, I kissed him gently. "Yeah."

Hearing a door click in the hallway, I craned my head to see my sister (in her robe) walking into the room.

"I have something to say," she said, and stood in front of us.

"Pauley," I breathed out.

"Shut it," she said, and turned to Mack. "Darien is different than the majority of the women you date. And I use the word women lightly, because, well, you can guess. Unlike your previous women, Darien's not a skank. So, I will say this once and we'll move on."

"Oh boy," I whispered.

"She is the only family I have and I love her more than anyone else on earth," Pauley said. "If you hurt her, I will maim you. I won't kill you because that would be too easy, but understand that I will enjoy making your life a living hell. So, proceed with care."

Mack smiled up at her. "Babe, I know Darien's different. It's why I'm attracted to her. I can't promise I won't hurt her, 'cause I can be a dick sometimes, but I can promise I won't do it on purpose." He squeezed my hand. "But if for some reason, I do hurt her on purpose, I'll stand there and let you maim me."

I bit my lip. That was seriously sweet.

Pauley looked from him to me, and then nodded. "I think we understand each other."

"Yeah Pauley, we understand each other," Mack said.

"I'm going to bed. I'll see you in the morning, sissy." She leaned down and kissed my cheek and then left us alone.

I smiled at Mack. "Thanks for letting her vent."

He shrugged. "I get it, Darien."

"I think you might."

"What's your schedule like this week?" he asked. "I want to know how much time I have to woo you."

"Oh, woo me, wow." I giggled. "I work forty hours. Typically seven to four. My commute's about half an hour home. What about you?"

"My schedule's always flexible unless I'm in court or there's a club meeting. Other than Wednesday night, nothin' comin' up for a couple of weeks."

"Well, other than work, I don't have any plans."

"I'll figure somethin' out then."

"Perfect." I sipped my wine.

"Wanna do something tomorrow?"

"I'd love to."

"I should go. I'll pick you up around noon, yeah?" he asked, and rose to his feet.

I left my wine on the coffee table and also stood, following him as he took his beer to the kitchen. "I'll take care of that."

"Thanks." He smiled, setting it on the counter. "You still mad?"

I frowned. "I was never mad, just irked."

"Still irked?"

"Honey, that was over the second you apologized."

"That easy?"

I giggled. "Sometimes."

"I like that." He leaned down and kissed me.

I walked him to the door and held it open as he stepped into the hallway. "What are we doing tomorrow?"

"Don't know yet."

"That's not helpful, Logan. A girl needs to know what she's wearing."

"Jeans and boots if you've got 'em. We're on my bike."

I grinned. "Got it."

He stroked my cheek. "You're beautiful, Darien."

I let out a snort. "It's the beer talkin'."

He tagged my chin. "I got a rule."

"You do?"

"Yeah. No one insults my woman, including that woman."

My heart raced. "I'm your woman?"

"Yeah, Darien. You're my woman."

"Do I have any say in it?"

He smiled. "Not today."

"Bossy."

"Lots of practice," he whispered as he leaned down again.

I rolled my eyes but gave him one more kiss. "Text me when you get home."

He waited for me to lock up again and then I heard his footsteps as he left my apartment building. I waited until he texted me and then I fell into bed, my dreams filled with the delicious Mack.