Perfect Collision (22 page)

I grabbed his arms, my back arched from bed.

“Oooh...” That was all I could say until I almost screamed. “Mac, oh my god!”

He thrust a few more times, really hard, before growling my name against my neck. A hoarse, “Violet,” then went completely still. I could feel him twitching inside of me, just like he'd twitched in my hand before.

I hugged him as he rested on top of me. He was perfectly still, and I felt his heart beat against mine. He kissed my cheek.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yes... That was... wow.”

He rolled down next to me and pulled me closer against his side. I rested my head on his shoulder.

“You're a sneaky girl, but I love that you are. That was good. Unbelievably good.”

I was glad he thought so; I'd been nervous about it. Just like I'd been about all the things we'd done—an excited nervousness. But as all the other things, this had been amazing. I felt relaxed, so relaxed, and I closed my eyes. I just needed to close my eyes a little.

-o0o-

Mac couldn't take his eyes off the sneaky tease of a girl sleeping on his arm. He had
not
been prepared for that, but fucking hell it had been good. He'd known it would come naturally to her, but he'd expected her to ask, not just sit on his dick. Not that he was complaining, not at all.

After stroking her purple hair out of the way, he kissed her forehead, holding his lips there for a few seconds. She did a cute sound in her sleep followed by a tight hug.

He could hear her receiving texts on her phone, but thought it best to just let her sleep and made a mental note to tell her. Instead, he reached for his own phone to set the alarm in case he'd fall asleep as well.

He turned up the volume on the TV and found a movie he could watch while holding Vi. When the alarm went off an hour later, he covered her face with light kisses until she woke up.

“We have to go.”

“Okay,” she mumbled and turned to her back.

“You sore?”

“A little. Not too bad.” Then she moved her hand down. “I’m all wet!”

“Spunk,” he said with a laugh. “Hang on.”

He went to the bathroom and soaked a towel. She watched him when he came out, and he held it up and gave her a wink.

“Want me to do it, or do it yourself?”

With a shy smile, she spread her legs. Awesome! As he carefully dried her, he kissed her knees and smiled at her. She looked a bit concerned.

“What's up?”

“We didn't use a condom.”

“No. Haven't had sex without a condom in a long time.” He gave the inside of her thigh a kiss. “I tested a while back, so you don't have to worry.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“I was going to tell you, but you caught me a little off guard.” When she blushed he kissed her stomach. “I'm not complaining, Katze, not at all. Just don't want you to worry.”

“Okay,” she said and closed her eyes with a content sound. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Can we still do those other things?”

“Whatta you mean?”

“I mean, even if we have sex, can we still do the other things?”

“Babe, those things are sex, too, and you can bet that sweet ass of yours that I wanna do those other things as well.” He threw the towel on the floor before climbing up to rest on top of her. “So don’t worry. Not gonna start quick fucking you all the time.”

“Good. I mean, it was good, but I like those other things, too. Especially when you give me head.” She snuck her arm around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. “And when I give you head, and when you use your hands, and—”

He interrupted her. “Baby, you're making me hard again, and I have to take you home.” He wasn’t kidding; she was getting him hard. She always did. “I meant it, if I ever start just fucking you, you let me know. I don’t wanna find out you dumped me because I was boring you in bed.”

He stood up and pulled her with him. He needed to get her off the bed before it got out of hand. He found his jeans and t-shirt, and watched her as she slipped into her panties. She mumbled something, but he couldn’t tell what.

“What was that, baby?”

“Don’t think you have to worry about that.” She looked at him. “You’re really nice and... really good to me.”

“Probably because I’m crazy in love with you.”

She smiled at him and put her arms around him. “You are?”

He cradled her face. “Very much.” She looked a little
too
amazed. “What? Thought I did this for just any girl?”

“No, but I like hearing you say it out loud.” She stroked her thumb along the bridge of his nose. “I’m in love with you, too.”

“You're right, it's nice hearing it out loud.”

“And I’ve been crushing on you for a really long time.”

“Yeah, how long?”

“Since you came back from Kansas. Probably before that too.”

She was blushing, but it was great to hear her finally admitting it. It wasn't as if he hadn't known, but he'd never seen the point in telling her. He figured it would just embarrass her.

“I even drew pictures of you,” she said, and she was scarlet red by now and couldn't look at him. “Didn’t get it right, though.”

He quickly figured out what she meant. “Girl, are you telling me you drew pictures of me naked?”

“Yes. Sorry.”

“That's nothing to be sorry about. I am so hard right now, and I need you dressed and on my bike before I push you back on the bed.”

“So you’re okay with it?”

“Honey, if I’d been able to draw anything more advance than stick figures, I’d have pics of you naked, too. I was stuck to just imagining you naked.” He kissed her nose. “Get dressed, and check your phone, it's been beeping.”

She dug up her phone from the huge bag she always carried around and smiled.

“It's Dad. He's staying at the clubhouse and wants me to text him when I get home. He also adds that if I lie, he'll take you up in the ring and make me watch as he beats the shit outta you.”

He laughed and sat down on the bed to put his shoes on. “Better get you home then.”

“Yeah. Probably best.”

They were done not ten minutes later, and he felt her hold on to him harder than usual on the ride. He turned and studied her as she got off the bike, but she seemed okay. No wincing, so she obviously wasn't that sore, and it hit him—they'd had sex! He'd been her first, and he really liked the thought of that. He reeled her in for a kiss.

“Any chance I get to see those drawings of me?”

“No,” she smiled. “Any chance you’re gonna let that go?”

“No. Get inside and don't forget to text Bear.”

As always, he waited until she was inside before he took off. It had become a habit, and he needed to see the door close behind her before it felt okay to leave.

When he got home, Mitch's bike was outside his house, and he found him sitting on the stairs leading up to the apartments with a six pack next to him.

“Hey, thought you’d be home around now.” Mitch knew about Vi's curfew, and he was teasing the shit outta Mac for it. Constantly dropping comments about his big brother's girlfriend who had a curfew. He pulled out two joints from his inner pocket. “Wanna get high and watch a movie?”

“Yup.”

He was in a good mood, and chilling with his blood brother sounded like an awesome fucking plan.

“Brought cookies, too.”

“You’re a good brother, Mitch,” he said as he unlocked the door. “Been a while.”

“Yeah. Because you're all busy with your girl,” Mitch chuckled as he walked in behind Mac. He threw himself onto the couch. “Not that I'm bitching about it.”

“Funny, that's what it sounded like.” Mac sat down next to him. “And I'm busy with
one
girl. How many girls are you fucking at the moment?”

“No regular ones actually. Just the usual, casual things.” Mitch turned on the TV and handed Mac one of the joints. They both lit them up and leaned back. “Are you coming to Sunday dinner tomorrow?”

“Don't know, I might take Vi to some exhibition at museum if she gets off work on time.” Or he might take her home for more sex. Sex sounded a lot better than a museum.

“You're going to a museum?”

“It's about graffiti. She wanted to go, and it sounded cool.” He notice Mitch's look. “What?”

“Nothing. I think it's cute.”

“Shut up!”

Mitch just chuckled, and they stopped talking about Vi and instead watched the movie while talking like they always did. Bikes, movies, comics, the current lack of fuck buddies in Mitch's life, and some club business talk slipped in as well. Mac knew it was just a matter of time before they'd be back on discussing Vi, though. He was actually surprised Mitch had been holding off as long as he did when brought her up again.

“Out of curiosity,” he started. “I mean, I like Vi... I think. She doesn’t talk much, so it's hard to know. She seems really shy, but how shy is she really?”

“You’re asking about sex, aren’t you?”

“Yup. She’s eighteen, shy, and I’d bet a million bucks you’re the first guy she even kissed.”

Mac couldn't help smiling. He was. He was the first guy for a lot of things when it came to her, and he liked that feeling. It felt like she was all his.

“She’s not shy about that stuff. She’s curious as fuck and not shy at all.”

“Oh, fuck!” Mitch groaned. “Curious and inexperienced means you can teach her anything you want. That is seriously hot. How did I miss her?”

“Don’t think it would’ve mattered if you’d notice, Bear would’ve killed you. You’re a manwhore.”

“True,” Mitch nodded with a serious face. “Seriously, it’s all good then?”

He wasn’t sure how to explain how fucking good it was. “She’s... Man, I don’t know. She’s embarrassed about cute stuff like moaning too loud, and at the same time...” How the fuck could he explain the complexity of Vi? The things about her that fascinated him. Things he didn't fully understand himself yet.  “She has a nipple piercing.”

“You’re fucking kidding me. Vi? A nipple piercing? Didn't see that one coming.”

“Somehow it kind of explains it.”

They sat quietly for a while, then Mitch turned and looked at him. “I’m really happy for you, bro. She's your kind of girl, and you'll take care of her. I know you will.”

“Thanks.”

“Would you let her ink me? I want the Baxter family ink.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Just thought I should ask. She might fall madly in love with me when she sees my defined six pack with the treasure trail of hair leading down to the goodies, and realizes she’s taken the ugly, hairless of the brothers.”

Mac threw a pillow at him, but he laughed. It wasn't much of a secret Mitch was considered the better looking of the two. At least as far as women were concerned. It'd never bothered him, and Mitch had made the most of his looks in a way Mac'd never been interested in. He'd never been much for casual things.

They kept talking, and a while later they got some more joints from Mac's stash. At four, Mitch tipped to his side on the couch.

“Mind if I crash here?”

“Knock yourself out.”

Mac took off his clothes and crawled into his bed. It still smelled of Vi—his shy, curious, and no longer virgin eighteen-year-old girl.

-o0o-

When Bear woke up, it took him a few seconds to remember where he was. Then he turned around and looked at Amanda. It had been a
very
good night. He pulled the cover down and looked at her for a few minutes before rubbing his beard against her back. She stirred and turned around with a yawn.

“I have to go. I'm picking up Vi for breakfast.”

“Yeah, I'll be ready in a couple of minutes,” she said as she sat up. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back down, giving her a kiss.

“If you're in town and have time, drop by.”

“I will,” she smiled. “Thanks.”

“My pleasure,” he said and pinched her ass. “And good luck with... whatever you're doing.”

Amanda'd been around for a couple of years. He didn't know for certain, but he thought she was in her mid thirties and had worked as a secretary somewhere.

He'd never asked her much. Most of the girls who just wanted a bit of fun didn't like answering questions. Those girls came to the clubhouse to forget their private life, not to talk about it. The majority of them only came two or three times, but Amanda had been around for quite a while. She'd definitely been one of his favorites among the girls, and he knew Sisco'd had a thing for her as well.

“My sister lives in Saint Louis. I got a job there, and I'm moving to be closer to family.”

“Moving closer to family is a good thing.”

She gave him a kiss and got up. He got dressed as well, and they walked outside together. They shared another kiss, and when she started walking towards the gate, he yelled after her.

“Hey, you don't have a car?”

“No. It's okay. It's not far.”

He shook his head and waved her over. “I'll take you.”

She seemed to hesitate, but finally agreed. It turned out she didn't live far from him, and when she got off the bike he hauled her in for another kiss.

“I wasn't kidding, if you're in town you're welcome to the club. I'd like to see you there again.”

“I have your number. I'll let you know when I'm here.”

He watched her walk inside and then took off. He knew wouldn't see her again. It wasn't the first time he'd seen that look in a sweetbutt's eyes—she was done. She wanted more than fun and sex, and she was smart enough to know she wouldn't get it at the clubhouse.

Vi was still sleeping when he came home, but he woke her up. They had a Sunday ritual and there was no way he'd let her skip it. Waffle breakfast lasting at least a full hour, usually longer. It'd started when Vi was around eight or nine, as a way to give her a break from Ella. It was also because of Lisa.

Lisa'd discovered coffee when she was eleven, and the two of them started to go out once a week for proper coffee. They called them Tuesday Coffee. Vi'd been jealous, so he came up with Sunday Breakfast for her.

It was pretty much the same every time. They sat there for a long time, she had her sketchbook, and he read a book. He’d had similar problems with reading as Vi when he was younger, but it had gotten better over the years since he started to force himself to read, and now he enjoyed it. It would probably work for Vi as well, but she refused to even try. She hated reading, said it just made her feel stupid. So she was drawing instead. They were usually pretty quiet breakfasts, but once in a while, she had something to talk about—like this time.