Page 48 of Mace

The smoothness of her skin in those tiny shorts.

The way her cheeks pink when I talk to her.

And the heat in her eyes that I know I’m not imagining.

I envision holding her hips as I drive into her sweet cunt.

Her wetness covering my cock as I slide back and forth.

My fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back to create that delicious curve in her back.

The softness of her flesh beneath my fingers.

And her moans of pleasure as I spill my cum into her waiting pussy.

Dizziness swamps me as my release spurts over my hand and up my belly. I let out a guttural groan as my balls empty with the final tugs of my shaft, and my head throbs in time with my galloping pulse.

Fuck. Me.

I’m seeing stars.

My breath rasps out of me as I try to drag air into my starved lungs.I’m a piece of shit.I’ve never felt dirtier than I do in this moment. Maylie ain’t the girl you wank over like she’s a cheap whore, but fuck, I’ve never come that hard in my life.

It takes a while for the dark spots to clear from my vision and for my breath to return to normal. When it does, I carefully twist and grab a packet of tissues from the bedside table drawer, wiping myself down so I’m able to stand.

I take a nearly cold shower, hoping it will displace thoughts of Maylie from my mind, but she is still front and centre as I step out the cubicle and wrap a towel around my waist.

As I step back into my bedroom, my phone begins to ring.

Nicky’s name flashes on the screen, so I answer the call.

“Hey, pal. How’s it going?”

“I need you at the clubhouse.” No hello, no small talk, which has all my senses on alert.

Shit has been quiet since our chapter and Manchester took down the Dudley Pioneers, but I can feel things are ramping up again… this time from within our own chapter. Every day, it feels like we’re standing on a knife’s edge, waiting for something to happen.

Nicky will be at the centre of it all. His DNA is sewn into the fabric of the Sons. It’s more than just a club to him—it’s life, and it’s beenhislife since he was born. Whatever happens, I’ll stand at my best friend’s side. I owe Nicky everything.

Sandwiching the phone between my ear and shoulder, I snag a pair of boxers from the drawer and tug them up.

“What’s going on?”

He blows out a breath. “Sandy is here.”

I settle the waistband in place before straightening my spine.Fuck.There is nothing good that comes from her turning up at the clubhouse, even though I fucking understand why she wants to be there.

Crank has driven a wedge between her and her daughter, but this ain’t the way to get Chloe back, and she knows it.

“I’ll be there in ten.”

“Make it five.” The line goes dead.

Shit. I dress in record speed, throwing on a clean pair of jeans and a shirt before slinging my kutte over the top.Once my boots are in place, I grab my keys and wallet, pocket my phone, and head out to my bike.

I’m pretty sure they can handle Sandy without me being there, but the woman is unpredictable when it comes to her daughter. Not that I blame her—I wouldn’t want Crank slopping over my twenty-year-old kid either.

The ride over feels like it takes an eternity, even though I do it in six minutes. Luckily, although the traffic is busy through the city centre, I’m able to lane split, meaning I miss the worst of it.

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