The Biker's Fate Chapter 159

"Yeah." I settled my hands on his shoulders. "Honey, we're supposed to be in this together. I love that you want to protect me, but I'd like to officially go on record and say that living without you sucks balls... and not in the good way. I'd rather be dead than without you, so you need to just deal with that."

He grinned. "Dramatic."

"Yeah, when my man keeps his dick away from me for a few days it makes me a little dramatic."

Mack slid his hands up my back and unhooked my bra then pushed everything over my head, burying his face between my breasts. "Fuck me, I've missed the girls."

"I could suffocate you like this, you know." I giggled and pressed them together. "Death by motor boating."

He kissed one then the other. "That's what we call in the biz, boob-hicular homicide."

"That's not a real thing, is it?"

Mack laughed. "No, but I think I'll make it one."

I grinned and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Before that, can you please fuck the living daylights out of me, because I'm horny as hell and you owe me."

"Yeah, baby, I can do that." He pushed my yoga pants down, panties and all, and I stepped out of my sneakers and then my clothes.

Mack flipped me onto the bed and settled his face between my legs, diving straight in without talking or witty banter. Just his tongue on my clit and my legs fell open of their own volition and my fingers slid into his hair.

It took seconds to climax, which was a little irritating, but then he was inside of me, so I no longer cared about anything but the feel of his cock. "I've missed you so much."

"Same," he whispered, and slammed into me again.

He caught my scream with his mouth as I came around him and he continued to surge into me until he came as well. Rolling us onto our sides, he slid out of me before he pulled me closer and kissed me with desperation. "Never again."

I nodded, meeting his eyes. "Promise me."

"Promise. We'll figure it out."

I felt tears leak out again. "I thought I was going to die, Logan. My heart hurt so much. I can't live without you."

"Shhh, baby, it's okay. I've got you."

I cried for several minutes, letting the emotional exhaustion of the past few days come out in all its horrible glory. Mack held me close and stroked my hair as I sobbed against his chest, kissing me when I'd calmed down a bit. "I love you."

I took a deep breath. "I love you too."

"Aren't you signing for your house this week?"

"Today," I whispered. "I signed today."

Mack stroked my cheek. "I'm sorry I wasn't there."

I burrowed into his chest. "Merlot."

He chuckled. "I have a few bottles of your favorite in the kitchen."

"You do?" I asked, and met his eyes.

"Yeah." He slid his hand to my cheek and smiled. "I stocked up a little while ago."

"Of course you did." I scowled and sat up. "I am so pissed at you right now."

Mack dragged his hands down his face. "Darien."

"No! God, you're such an idiot." I slid from the bed and paced the room. "I can't believe you'd do all of this for... for..."

"For?" he prodded.

"I don't know! Arrgh. I'm too mad to even yell at you right."

Mack leaned up on his arm and watched me with a smile.

"What?" I snapped.

"Just watchin'." He waved his hand. "Continue."

I crossed my arms. "What exactly are you watching?"

"You bein' cute when you're pissed." His smile got bigger. "It's fuckin' sexy, Darien."

I wrinkled my nose. "Shut up."

Mack laughed and grabbed for my hand, pulling me down with him onto the bed again. "Gorgeous," he whispered, and kissed my neck. The sensitive part just below my ear. The sensitive part that made me instantly wet.

"Evil," I whispered back.

He chuckled and slid his hand between my legs. "I'm gonna show you evil in just a second, honey, but right now, I want to make sure we're okay."

I arched against his fingers and sighed. "We're okay in the sense that I love you and there's nothing that's going to change that, but then that makes me mad again because you made me believe the worst."

He slid his hand away and gave me a gentle smile. "It was a dick move, Darien. I get it. I'm sorry and if I could go back and change it, I would. But I need you to forgive me and then let it go."

"I have already forgiven you, but I'm not ready to let it go yet."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. I haven't slept well or eaten practically anything in almost three days, and I'm hangry. I was also horny and you weren't there to help with that, so I'd kind of like to shove it in your face for a little while."

He kissed my right breast. "You can shove anything in my face baby, particularly if it's your pussy."

"Ohmigod, Logan."

He laughed. "You need a vibrator."

"I do not need a vibrator."

"Darien, you do."

"Why?"

"Do I need to state the obvious? Just trust me, you need one."

"Um, I beg to differ. The only reason I would ever need a vibrator is if my man decides to lose his ever-blessed mind again and keep this from me." I ran my hand up and down his hardening length.

"You and I can use the vibrator together too," he rasped as I continued to concentrate on his cock.

"I don't need a vibrator, Mack," I said, and then took his head into my mouth.

"Fuck." Mack wove his fingers into my hair and I went to town on my new favorite "toy."