Perfect Collision (26 page)

“No!”

“Sorry,” she laughed. “But he is
hawt
!”

“Yeah, most girls seem to think so.”

It just made her laugh; she didn't seem to mind

Later that night, all of us, including Dad, went to dinner. He took me to the side to make sure I was okay, and once again said all I had to do was text, and he'd come and get me. He followed us to the hotel, and I assumed it was to talk to Mom.

Around ten, I walked into Mom's room alone. Dad would probably freak, but I needed to talk to her, and since she was leaving the next day, it was my last chance to be alone with her. She was on the bed, reading.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Hey...” she said and put down the book. She patted on the bed, and I sat down.

It was strange. A woman I'd lived with for so long, my own mom, and I really had nothing to say to her. I couldn't even say for sure if I loved her. I came from her, half of me was her, and she was still... like an alien from another planet.

“This thing with you and Mac,” she started, “I'm not gonna lie and tell you I'm okay with it, but I'm gonna back off.”

“Like you really had a choice,” I mumbled. “I'm eighteen, and you wouldn't be able to prove we did anything before I turned eighteen, since we didn't.”

“Really? You wanna do this the hard way? By lying to me?”

“I'm not lying to you, and is there any other way than the hard way when we talk? You're saying you're gonna back off, but I assume the next thing you'll do is give me a long list of why you don't like it.”

“He's a twenty-four-year old Marauder, and you're an eighteen-year-old girl. He's your first boyfriend. Is he really the kind of guy you want to spend the rest of your life with?”

I had promised myself I wouldn't care if she was an ass. That I'd just have this talk and be done with it. I quickly changed my mind to consider it a win if I managed to wait with the crying until I left her room. Which would mean the best choice of action would be to not answer her. I just didn't feel like it. I'd had enough.

“Mom, don't do this. Really don't. The only thing that'll happen is that I'll like you even less, and you didn't have much going for you to begin with.”

I'd never talked to Mom in that way. I'd never told her how I really felt about her, but I'd had it. Really had it.

Mac and my job made me happy. If she seriously wanted to take away two things that made me happy, I didn't want her as my mom—or in my life at all. There was no point to it.

“I just want you to see there's more to life than Greenville and the damn club.”

“Like what? College?” I asked, but didn't let her answer. “I can just barely read, Mom. I can't go to college.”

“You
can
read, you'd do fine!”

“No, Mom! Please accept it. I can hardly read, and my writing is even worse. How do you expect me to take an exam?!” I was yelling now, and crying, too. “I have ADD and dyslexia. You denying it or pretending I don't isn't going to change it. I'm not
lazy
!”

Mom glared at me and it took a while before she opened her mouth.

“I can't fucking believe your dad agreed to this. Tattooing
or
Mac.”

I closed my eyes and exhaled. I felt fresh tears running down my cheeks. I had no idea what I'd hoped for. Probably that it would be different this time, but she would never understand. She would never admit that... I was who I was. Simply since she didn't
want
to. Instead of trying to tell her, maybe it was better to just stop trying and cut my losses. But it was hard to do when what I lost was my mom, no matter what kind of a mom she was.

I opened my eyes and looked at her. I couldn't help myself. I tried.

“Because he loves me, and he wants me to be happy.”

“No, because he wants you to be his little girl and stay with him forever, and to keep you from
me
.”

I didn't even know what to say to that. I wasn't sure how to argue with a person who thought every decision everyone ever made had to do with her. Or at least that every decision Dad ever made was designed to piss her off.

“He's not keeping me from you. You're the one pushing me away.” I said with a sigh. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Honey...” she started.

“No. I'll see you tomorrow, Mom.”

I went outside and was surprised to see Lisa waiting for me in the hallway. She took me in her arms and hugged me tight, but didn't say anything. We just hugged each other.

-o0o-

Mac knew Ella wouldn't come to the clubhouse, but Lisa would, and he wanted to see her before she left. He could hear her before she even entered the building, and then she came walking in with a laugh. Lisa wasn't the kind of person who walked into a room unnoticed. She made sure everyone knew she was in the house. She went over to older members first, as the custom was, and he grabbed Vi for a few seconds.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Mom's still at the hotel, we're gonna take her and Lisa to the airport later, but Dad said he could drop me off at your place on the way back.”

“I'll be there,” he said and gave her a kiss. “So, no problem with your mom?”

“Not really. Nothing unusual at least.” She looked at Wolf who waved at her. “I'm gonna go talk to Wolf. I'll see you later.”

Vi hadn't even reached Wolf before Lisa came towards him with a big smile.

“Hey, girl,” Mac said and gave her a hug. “How are you?”

“Good. Working a lot, school is tough, but I like it.”

“Bet you're breaking the hearts of doctors.”

“Nah. Speaking of breaking hearts, how's your brother?”

He couldn't help laughing. “Still breaking hearts.”

“So, still a manwhore?”

“Definitely.”

“Who's a manwhore?” Mitch asked when he came up to them and gave Lisa a long hug.

“You really have to ask?” she said.

“No, guess not,” he chuckled. “Heard you did some ink, flash it!”

Lisa took off her shirt and pulled down the strap of her camisole.

“Fuck, she's getting good at this,” Mitch mumbled as he looked closer.

“Yeah.” Mac took a closer look, too. It was well done with sharp, even lines and great coloring. “She was really happy you asked.”

“Thought I should encourage her and pick a side without yelling at Mom,” she said and looked at Mac. “You better be good to her. You know I'll maim you if you're not.”

“I know.” He might laugh at her comment, but he knew she meant it. She was always quick on taking revenge, and it often got violent. He'd been lucky; it was mostly Mitch who ended up getting hurt.

“I'm serious, Mac. She's had enough shit, so you better be good to her.”

“No offense, but I'm more worried about what Bear would do.”

“She's a doc. She can kill you and revive you over and over,” Mitch said and when Mac stared at him he shrugged. “Just thought it should be mentioned.”

“I could,” Lisa said with a big smile. “Or have Dad work on you and just stick around to make sure you lived for a really long time while he did.”

“Thanks,” he muttered. “I feel so much better now.”

“I know you'll be nice,” Lisa laughed. “Show me the Baxter family ink.”

He unbuttoned his shirt and showed her.

“Really nice!” she mumbled as she studied it. “Did you get one, too, Mitch?”

“Nope.”

Lisa turned towards him. “Your brother got the girl, and you didn't even get some ink? You're losing your touch, Mitch.”

“I know! As a matter of principle, I have to get the other sister.”

“Not going to happen.”

“Just a taste?”

“No!”

“Any friends you can hook me up with? I'm short on fuck buddies at the moment.”

Mac left them to go sit with Wolf and Vi instead. The banter between Mitch and Lisa had pretty much always been the same. Brick and Bear had worried they'd hook up and end up killing each other, but they never had. Never even been close, as far as Mac knew, and he usually knew about who Mitch nailed. They were just not attracted to each other, but had the same sharp intelligence and humor. It was never boring being around them.

They'd had some pretty epic fights, though. One of the more epic ones ended up with Mitch superglued to a chair. They were actually around eighteen at the time, and the reason was that Mitch'd told Lisa he wasn't going to college. It pissed her off that he refused to use his head, and she thought he would benefit from sitting still and thinking about it for a while. Mitch was pissed because he'd been wearing his favorite jeans when it happened, and Brick was pissed because it was his kitchen chair.

Mac usually tried to stay out of their way when they had those fights.

When Vi arrived at his place a few hours later, she looked nervous.

“Did you know Lisa used to hook up Mitch with her friends?” she asked after dropping the bag on the floor. “She mentioned it in the car.”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “Not her close friends, but it happened. In her defense, I think most of them asked her to.”

“Still a bit strange.” She took a deep breath and then laughed. “Is it weird that I'm nervous?”

“I don't know,” he said and gave her a hug. “But I got a present for you.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “I felt like it. I was gonna give it for Christmas, but I'll get you something else.”

“Okay.”

She sat down on the bed, and he took her present from his pocket and sat down next to her. Her smile grew when she reached for it. She opened it slowly and looked at the small jewelry box with big eyes.

“It's a necklace, Katze, not a ring.”

“Oh, okay. I got worried there for a second.” When she took the necklace out of the box, she smiled.

“It's a Marauder top hat on a skull,” he explained. “Like the one we have tattooed on Old Ladies.”

“I know.”

On the brim of the top hat were the letters M'sG. It stood for 'Marauder's Girl'. On the Old Lady ink it was a W for 'Woman', but she was still a girl—
his
girl. She lifted her eyes from the necklace to him.

“You want me to be your Old Lady?”

“Eventually, I'll definitely want you to, but I don't want to push you, and I don't want to ink you,
yet
.” He took the necklace and held it up. “So I had this done. It's still my mark—if you wanna wear it.”

“Yes!” She snatched the necklace back from him with a big smile and looked at it again. “Are the eyes diamonds?”

“Yeah.” He knew he was grinning like an idiot. “Don't read too much into it, I get a good price on diamonds.”

He'd had it done with the jeweler they worked with in New York. It was a custom job—one of a kind.

“I know.” She handed it back, turned around with her back towards him, and lifted her hair up. “Help me.”

He did and gently pressed his lips to the side of her neck. She turned to face him, put her arms around him, and gave him a kiss.

“I love it. Thank you.”

“You're welcome,” he smiled. “Think I can have a look at you wearing nothing but that necklace?”

She smiled and pulled off her t-shirt. Just seeing the necklace between her collarbones made him rock hard. He moved down the cups of her bra and gave each breast a kiss. Her nipples were normally big, soft, and a light shade of pink, but the second he touched them, they pebbled to the size of a raspberry. Just a perfect size and hardness to circle with his tongue.

“Take off the rest,” he mumbled.

She did, and then caressed his face while she straddled his lap. He held her naked ass in his hands as she kissed him. He loved her ass almost as much as her nipples. It wasn't big, basically two handfuls, but it fit perfectly in his hands, and he usually grabbed ahold of it when they had sex.

He stood up and laid her on her back on the bed.

“Any requests?” he asked, and she blushed a little before spreading her legs. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“Head,” she whispered, “I want head.”

He lay down and looked at her, giving the inside of her thigh a light bite before giving her a long lick. She bucked her hips towards him and let out a groan.

Since she'd told him about her fantasizing about the sounds he made, he'd paid more attention to what she sounded like when they had sex, and she had a point—it really was hot as fuck.

He played with his tongue all over and inside her folds, and he kept doing it until her legs were trembling. That's when he stood up on his knees between her legs, tearing at his clothes. She sat up and helped him while panting, almost moaning.

“Please,” she gasped once he was freed of his clothes, and she lay back down.

He kissed her with a chuckle. “Have to admit, Katze, I really love hearing you beg.”

Surprised, she opened her eyes and glared at him. “That's sort of douchy of you.”

“Yeah?” he laughed. “It's sort of douchy of me to wanna hear how much you want me to fuck you? I think I can live with that.”

“No!” she protested and wrapped her legs around him to try to flip them around. After a few futile attempts, he helped her. He liked her on top. “It's sort of douchy of you to hold back on me.”

“Just working you up, baby.” He grabbed her hips, and she sat down, taking him inside with a low groan. “I like you worked up and dripping wet.”

She smiled and leaned down as she started to move on top of him. He sat up and kissed her jawline, gave the dimple in her chin a lick before moving further down, nibbling the side of her neck. He smiled when he saw the necklace resting in the hollow of her throat, and finally took her nipple—and actually most of her breast—into his mouth.

He'd once told her that her tits were perfect mouthfuls. She'd looked hurt at first, but when he explained how fucking perfect he thought they were, she'd blushed instead, and now she liked to hear him say it.

He turned them around and she smiled when he grabbed a fistful of her hair and kissed her before he started to move again. Slow, controlled thrusts, feeling her heat and wet without having to think about getting her home on curfew. Enjoying the feeling that if they wanted, they could go on all fucking night. She'd stay with him, sleep next to him, and he would definitely introduce her to morning sex.