Rock Chick 06 Reckoning (57 page)

“Fuck off!” I snapped.

“Get back in the fuckin’ bed,” Mace clipped back.

“Don’t tel me what to do, Kai Mason.”

“That’s another thing,” his voice rumbled with anger, “you don’t cal me Kai.”

“In about three seconds, you don’t back down, I’m never gonna cal you
anything,
” I retorted then I moved to flounce away (I must admit, as embarrassing as it was, I was definitely going to flounce).

Before I got even a step, his fingers wrapped around my wrist, he gave a sharp tug and I was back in bed, Mace on top of me. Juno woofed again and quickly exited the bed.

“Don’t you walk away from me,” he rumbled.

“I’l do what I want.”

“We got a disagreement, we talk and work it out. You don’t fuckin’ walk away.”

“For your information,
Kai
, we’re not disagreeing, we’re
fighting
.”

“Okay, Stel a, we get in a fight, we talk and work it out. I repeat, you do not fuckin’ walk away.”

“And I repeat, I’l do what I effing wel want!” He looked furious, furious enough to explode but instead, his head slanted and he kissed me.

It was a hot kiss. Fuel ed by the fight and such an intense kiss, we were al over each other. Hands and mouths everywhere, the anger turned to something else entirely and I liked it a lot.

He tore down my underwear as I pul ed off my tank.

Luckily, he was already naked.

Then his lips were on my bel y, his hands spreading my legs then his mouth was right where I needed it.

He was good at this. If I had to rank his talents, oral sex was arguably top of the list. Therefore, he had me squirming and panting under him in no time.

Then he came up over me. I thought he’d enter me but he didn’t. His hand moved to cup me between my legs but that was it. No finger action, no movement, just holding me there. His mouth was at my throat.

“What do you want?” he asked there.

I didn’t hesitate, couldn’t, I was in a state.

“I want you to fuck me,” I breathed.

“Beg,” he ordered and my eyes, which had been closed, flew open.

“No.”

His head came up, his eyes captured mine and his fingers, final y, did a swirl.

Then one slid inside then out then back in.

While he was doing this, he repeated, “Beg me, Kitten.”

“No,” I repeated but it was stil breathy.

His hand kept moving.

His lips came to mine and he whispered, “Beg me, babe.”

I was no match for his hand which I was thinking was as talented as his mouth.

Therefore, I whispered back, “Please, Mace, fuck me.” His hand stil ed and my mind went blank.

“Say it again.”

I said it again.

I no sooner finished the words than his body disappeared.

Before I could figure out where he went, he whipped me to my bel y. I looked at him over my shoulder and he was on his knees between my legs. The minute his eyes caught mine, he lifted up my hips and slammed into me.

Effing hel .

It was heaven.

My head jerked back and I moaned, “Yes.”

His hands at my hips, he drove in again and again. Just as I was about to explode, he pul ed out and I groaned in protest.

He fel to his back and moved me over him.

“Mace…” I breathed against his mouth but he was jerking my legs at the knees so I was straddling him. He pushed me up, entering me at the same time.

I looked down at him.

Lordy, but he was beautiful.

“Now, Kitten, you fuck me,” he demanded, his voice thick.

Without hesitation, I did.

As hard as I could, as rough as I could and as fast as I could.

I threw my head back with my climax and he whipped me on my back and finished by driving in deep, making my second orgasm ride the wave of the first.

When he was done, I took his weight and he kept moving inside me, gently pressing his hips between my legs while I purred.

Final y, he stopped and he did something with his body, his weight stil on me but I wasn’t taking al of it. One of his hands was stroking my side from hip nearly to armpit.

His face was in my neck.

“I like fightin’ with you, babe,” he told my neck.

Oh dear.

He was gonna piss me off.

“Don’t piss me off,” I told the ceiling.

His head came up, my eyes shifted to him and he was grinning at me. “We should have fought a lot more a year ago. Would’ve never left you.”

Now, I was getting pissed off so I decided to share.

“Erm… you’re pissing me off,” I warned him.

“Gonna pick a fight with you every day,” he informed me.

“Mace –”

His face came closer and my head pushed back into the bed but it didn’t get very far and his mouth touched mine.

“Forgot how much I like you on your knees,” he muttered against my mouth. “Your heart-shaped ass right there for me.”

“Mace –” I tried again.

“I’m beginning to change my mind,” he told me conversational y, his mouth moving from mine to my jaw.

“Pretty soon, you’l be famous. Everyone’l want what I got right here.” His hips moved again, as he was stil inside me and I was tender, I let out an involuntary short, rough purr.

His hand moved up my side from my hip and in, cupping my breast. “But it’s mine,” he whispered against my cheek and then his mouth moved to my ear. “Al , fuckin’, mine.” Even though I liked what he was saying, like, a lot, I stil felt it important to stay on target.

Therefore, I informed him, “I’m not done being mad at you.”

His head came up and he was stil grinning. “I’m al right with that.”

It was safe to say I wasn’t getting pissed anymore. I was there.

I gave him a hearty shove, we disengaged and he rol ed to his back but I got the distinct feeling (and that pissed me off too) that he let me get away with this. I was rol ing the other way when he caught me at the hips and whipped me around so I was on top of him.

I pushed up but he kept me pinned with both arms tight around my waist, his long legs tangling with mine.

“Talk to me,” he demanded but he said this with his face soft and his voice low and I’d never been a match for that combo so I did.

“The Rock Chicks intervened. That morning when Shirleen shot that guy. They were worried that we were over and they decided to tel me what happened to Caitlin. I tried to stop them but before I could do that, they told me about her hand.”

Mace’s arms got tighter but I kept talking.

“When I heard that, I got sick, as in, literal y. Straight to the toilet and then no more eggs benedict.” I watched him flinch and when he was done, I saw his eyes had grown warm.

“Kitten,” he mumbled but I shook my head to let him know I wasn’t done.

“I knew you’d tel me but I had to be strong for you. When you told me, I couldn’t lose it, make something that needed to be about you about me. So I talked Duke into tel ing me the whole story. He didn’t want to but he did. After he told me, they gave me the papers.”

He rol ed me to my back and was half on me, half off me, up on one elbow, his other arm across my midriff.

“Al you had to do was tel me this,” he said softly.

I shook my head. “I never wanted you to know. Not about me losing it. I just wanted to be there for you.” The tips of his fingers went to my temple and, whisper-soft, they sifted into the hair there.

“I appreciate that,” he muttered and his head bent to kiss me but I jerked my mine back and to the side. His brows drew together and he asked, “You stil pissed?”

“Um… yeah.” I answered in a tone that stated,
isn’t it
obvious?

“Why?” he asked.

“I don’t make you explain your every movement. I don’t boss you around. I trust you.”

His head jerked. “Didn’t I just spend a week workin’ at winnin’ you back because you
didn’t
trust me?” Effing hel .

I forgot about that.

Cover!
My brain screamed.

“That was then, this is now,” I returned.

He stared at me then he sighed. “Al right Kitten, you wanna stay pissed, stay pissed. I’l be here when you’re over it.”

That, for Mace, apparently was that.

He did a push up, exited the bed, got dressed, grabbed the lead and whistled for Juno. As he was doing this, I pul ed up the sheets, laid in bed and watched. When he was gone, I got up and stomped to the bathroom. I was out of the shower and standing at the sink wearing my robe, my wet hair combed back, brushing my teeth when Mace walked into the bathroom. He came up behind me, put an arm around my waist and kissed my neck where it met my shoulder.

His eyes came to mine in the mirror. “Done bein’ pissed at me?”

I wasn’t.

But as I stared into his beautiful green eyes, I noticed they were a strange mixture of wary and amused, as if he was preparing for a negative response but any response he was going to get would make him laugh.

I kept brushing and looking at him in the mirror noticing something was missing.

For a second, it escaped me.

Then I realized it was the guard. The guard was not down over his eyes.

And there were no demons.

It was just Mace and me in the bathroom.

My eyes moved to his throat and I saw his sister’s tiny ring resting there.

I wanted to take a moment and mental y do a triumphant war dance of glee at my trouncing of the demons. Instead I took the toothbrush out of my mouth and answered through a mouthful of foaming toothpaste, “Yeah. I’m done.” Just like I thought, what I said made him laugh.

I watched that too. Then I leaned forward and while I spit and rinsed, I al owed myself a mini-mental war dance of glee.

Ha!

Die demons die!

He was stil behind me when I straightened and his other arm joined the first around me.

“That didn’t take very long,” he told me.

“You’re infuriating and bossy but you’re hot. You’re lucky you’re hot. You weren’t, I wouldn’t put up with you,” I said it but I didn’t mean it (at least not al of it) and it didn’t sound like I meant it either.

His mouth went back to my neck.

“Bul shit,” he muttered there.

I ignored that and asked, “Is your suit for the wedding here?”

“Nope, tux is at the office. We’l drive by there on the way to Daisy’s to pick it up.”

“You’re wearing a tux?” I asked, surprised. It was an evening wedding but stil .

“I’m in the wedding,” he informed me and my eyes grew round.

“You are?”

“Yeah, standin’ up with Lee.”

I blinked.

“You are?” I repeated.

“You didn’t know that?” he asked.

“No. I didn’t know that. You didn’t tel me.”

“Indy didn’t tel you?”

“I’m not
sleeping
with Indy,” I reminded him.

“I thought you women talked wedding shit al the time.” He sounded surprised.

“We talk about sex and we talk about rock music and sometimes we talk clothes. Tod talks about the wedding.” He grinned. “You talk about sex?”

“Yeah, Eddie likes it rough and hard and Luke and Ava fel off when they tried desk sex.”

He winced and muttered, “Too much information.” I was intrigued at his reaction and turned in his arms to face him. “Don’t you guys talk about sex?”

“Fuck no,” he said immediately.

“No locker room talk?”

“No.”

“While you’re sitting surveil ance?”

“Again, Kitten, no. We don’t talk, probably because we don’t wanna know.”

“But the Rock Chicks are sultry and sexy. I thought you al would want to brag.”

“Don’t need to brag.”

“Why not?”

He gave me a look that said it al , his arms got tight and he replied, “Babe.”

I grinned and decided to tease. “Indy says Lee’s great at kitchen counter sex.”

He frowned. “Stop talking.”

I didn’t stop talking. “And I think Vance is creative with positions. I find that interesting. Maybe you two can chat, get some ideas.”

“Stel a –”

“Hank proposed to Roxie while he was giving her the business,” I informed him.

“Be quiet,” he growled.

“And Daisy and Marcus –” I didn’t finish, I squealed because he bent, put a shoulder to my bel y and carried me out of the bathroom. He threw me on the bed and stalked back to the bathroom, slammed the door and I heard it lock.

I giggled to myself.

Juno loped over to me and nudged my calf with her nose.

“That was fun,” I told Juno.

Juno woofed.

I gave her a head scratch and looked at her bowl.

Then I shouted, “Mace, you didn’t feed Juno!” He shouted back, “I walked her, you feed her!” I heard the shower go on.

Stil smiling, I fed my dog then made coffee then I made Belgian waffles for Mace.

Stella

We were sitting around Daisy’s dining room table which was littered with every beauty implement known to womankind from moisturizers to makeup to false eyelashes to bronzing powder to shimmer powder to hair dryers to curling irons plus brushes, combs, teasing combs, bobby pins, hair spray, gel, mousse, pomade, finishing wax and shine elixir.

Indy was sitting drinking a latte Tex brought her from Fortnum’s which was closed for the day then he hightailed it out of there, saying he was meeting “the boys” for lunch.

She was calm and chatting with Lee’s mom Kitty Sue, Roxie’s mom (who was in from Indiana for the wedding) Trish, Eddie’s mom Blanca, Jet’s mom Nancy, Duke’s wife Dolores, Lana and Chloe.

She was wearing a beautiful, pale pink, kimono-style silk robe with a huge, intricate flower embroidered on the back (a bridal gift from Roxie, Jet, Ava and Jules), her hair up in a towel, her legs crossed, leaned back and at-ease.