Page 6 of Emergence: Prequel

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Page 6 of Emergence: Prequel

Putting my hands to my cheeks as they flushed bright red at Cash’s words, Lizzie winked at me over her shoulder, smiling wide before they disappeared behind the door as it swung shut behind them.

Lifting my eyes to Maestro’s, I smiled, “We can leave if you want.”

Groaning, he rested his forehead on mine, “Don’t tempt me, beautiful. I promised you a night out, and you’ll get it. Besides, the entire club is here tonight just waiting for us to make an appearance.”

“You know about that, huh?”

“What? That they bet on how long it would take me to get my shit together and take you out? Yeah, they bet on it.”

“It doesn’t bother you?” I asked curiously.

Shaking his head, “Nah, it’s all in good fun. They wouldn’t do it if they didn’t give a shit. Come on,” he said, taking my hand and twining our fingers together, tugging me towards the bar door.

‘Holy moly, Maestro was a hand-holding man. Who’d have thought it?’

With a soft smile playing on my lips, I followed behind him as we walked into the bar, coming to a stop when a cheer just about lifted the roof off.

Overwhelmed, I had to hold back tears as I was hugged, kissed, and passed around as I was welcomed back. This was what I’dmissed when Grudge and I split. I loved the family feel of the MC; I just didn’t like having the whores rubbed in my face. While I knew I’d still have to see them, I hoped that they weren’t something I’d have to worry about—not if Maestro was anything like his father, Red, or his best friend, Cash.

Maestro didn’t leave my side the entire night. Once everyone had settled and the teasing had died down, he helped me onto a stool next to Lizzie and had taken up a stance behind me, encaging me in his arms while he kept up conversations with his brothers and I spoke to Lizzie and a few other old ladies. I wondered if he knew how it felt to have him surrounding me like he was protecting my back.

Later that night, when a few of the single brothers had found company for the night and some of the older couples had left, we settled in at one of the tables. When I returned from a visit to the bathroom, he’d not stopped his conversation with Buck and Cash as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me down onto his lap. I’d hesitated at first, then got comfortable, wrapping an arm around his neck and settling my long legs over his. Lizzie caught my eye and gave me a big smile, while Jenny sent me a thumbs-up and a smirk.

Returning their smiles, I settled down to listen to the music that was playing, thinking that it was the first time in forever that I’d enjoyed a date so much.

It was probably an hour or so later when he tapped my thigh, bringing my attention back to him, “Ready to go, baby?”

Nodding, I stood up, wishing everyone a good night as Maestro again took my hand, “Night all. Jenny, see you at work.”

“Night, doll,” Jenny replied. She was echoed by various good nights that faded out as we walked out of the bar towards his sled, where we stopped.

Maestro took my helmet and jacket out of the saddlebags. Handing the helmet to me, he helped me into my jacket. As he zipped my jacket, he asked, “Did you have a good time, baby?”

Smiling wide, there was no hesitation in my reply, “I had a fantastic time. I’ve missed everyone. Why?”

His dark eyes bored into mine, “I’m glad you had a good time; they’ve missed you just as much as I have. There’s no why, just making sure you had a good time.

“My next question: do I take you home or back to mine? Before you make a decision, be warned that once I make you mine, that means you’re mine always. I get you’ve had a shit life. I’m not planning on making it any harder. If anything, I want to make it easier, so you never have to worry ever again.”

My answer was obvious; it had been twenty years in the making, and I wasn’t going to waste a single second waiting, “Take me home, Maestro, and make me yours.”

“Thank fuck,” he whispered huskily, placing a quick kiss on my lips before plunking my helmet on, not wasting any time getting us back to his house.

MAESTRO

It didn’t take me long to get us to my home. No way was I making love to her for the first time in a house she’d shared with him. Tonight was the first time for the rest of our lives, and I didn’t want any memories of them in that house getting in the way of that.

Nodding at the prospect on the gate, I rode through, past the clubhouse towards my home at the back of the property. Cash, my dad, and I had all built houses here. My brother, Chains, had preferred staying at the clubhouse or at the small house he had on the same street as Tinman.

Parking my sled, I helped Stacey off, taking her helmet and storing it in the saddlebag. Once I’d dismounted, I wasted no time, fitting my shoulder to her stomach and lifting her off her feet as I strode up the stairs to the front door.

Her shriek of surprise and the laughter that followed hit me right in the heart. Opening the front door, I walked right on in, kicking it shut behind me before allowing her to slide slowly down my body, holding her steady as she pushed her hair out of her face, her gorgeous eyes sparkling with happiness in the dim light of the hall. “I’ve always wanted to have someone do that.”

Chuckling, I lowered my head to hers, “Yeah? Baby, I’ll do that whenever you want.”

Pressing my lips to hers, demanding entrance, arms tight around her as I pressed her closer to me. Need chased me asI thrust my thigh between hers, allowing her to rub her aching pussy against me as I kissed her like there was no tomorrow. Growling low in my throat at her needy whimper, I tore my lips away from her mouth and ran them down her throat, nipping and sucking until I found the pulse beating at the base of her throat. Nipping hard enough to leave a mark. There was a powerful urge to mark her beating at me, and I wasn’t going to stop it. I needed to leave a mark so that anyone who saw it would know she was taken and mine.

She sighed and threw her head back, giving me better access. ‘My god, this woman was so responsive.’My cock was aching behind the zipper of my jeans, but I’d be damned if I didn’t make this good for her.




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