Page 44 of Macon

When we break away again, her face is heated with desire.

“You like that?” I breathe, giving her soft kisses and sucking her lower lip. Her response was a moan, but it was a moan that tells me all I need to know. She wants me as much as I want her.

Sin grips my head with both hands and deepens the kiss, while I caress her ass. More sensual moans escape her, and I’m about to bust a nut from her moans alone.

Christ, I need to put her down before I fuck her right here and now.

I break the kiss and grin. “We good? Are you all good?”

She smiles. “I’m good. And we are definitely good.”

I laugh, letting her slide down my body, feeling just how hard I am.

“Now, I got to pee, so you want to stay here and help me aim this bad boy, or are you going to head back to the bike?”

“I’ll be at the bike,” she says breathlessly.

I swat her ass as she leaves.

Now I need to try to pee without pissing everywhere, with my cock stiff as a board.

Fuckin hell.

A few hours later, we pull up to the clubhouse packed with bikes. We’re supposed to be patching in Redman, Chain, and Jammer this weekend. With everything going on, we’ve put it off long enough. It was one of our decisions in Chicago before we found Sin.

We park and everyone dismounts from their bikes, I help Sin with all her stuff before pulling her to me.

“Do you trust me?” I ask, looking her in the eyes. When she gives me a nod, I continue, “Okay, it’s going to be packed in here, and people are going to think you’re Ray. Just smile and let me handle everything.”

As soon as we open the door, we’re bombarded with people.

First, my pop greets me, giving me a big hug. “They have all the girls and Luc’s people in a meeting explaining Sin’s arrival. Shy thought it would be better to tell them before you arrived.”

I give him a nod, slapping him on the shoulder.

Grabbing Sin’s hand, I pull her to my side and introduce them. “Pop, this is Sin, and Sin, this is my pops, Bear.”

My pop grabs her, pulling her in for a famous bear hug, but she doesn’t release my hand.

I can barely hear her say hello with her engulfed in his chest.

Pulling her back, I laugh. “Okay, easy there, big guy.”

We work our way to the conference room, and right before we go inside, I pull her to me and ask, “Are you okay?”

Her twinkle is blazing. I still don’t know if that twinkle is good or bad, but I’m taking it as a good thing.

“It’s a lot. Just so many people,” she breathes.

I give her a reassuring hug before opening the door. I walk in first with her tucked behind me. All eyes land on me.

Ginger stands up furious and says to Shy, “What the fuck? Why didn’t you tell us in Chicago? We need to call Vi.”

When Sin peers around my back, everyone reacts. All the girls’ eyes are wide in shock and a lot of ‘holy shits’ fill the room.

Questions start flying all at once and the room erupts in chaos.

My mom is the first to stand up and speak softly, asking, “Boy, what is this shit all over your face?”

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