Page 101 of Panther's Magpie
“Are you sure about that? I happen to know a judge or two in the area. With all the text messages I know you send him that he doesn’t respond to and the video evidence of you trying to break in, I know for a fact we could get one. The question is, do you really want that on your record?” Maggie asks.
I’m glad it’s dark outside because it hides my shock. How in the hell did she find out about Ava trying to break in?
Ava’s eyes meet mine. “This is bullshit.”
“No, Ava, your behavior is. You heard my woman. It’s time for you to leave and stay gone.”
Ava shakes her head. “You’re going to regret this.”
“The only thing I regret is sticking my dick in you. Now go.”
As Ava gets into her car, I look down at my girl.
Surprises. So many fucking surprises with her.
“You like that?” she asks quietly.
With my hand on her neck, I push her toward the fence. Spinning her, I pin her against it while Talon and the prospect make themselves scarce.
“Like that? Try fucking loved it.”
She tips her chin up. “I protect what’s mine.”
Mine.
Hearing her call me hers lights me on fire. Leaning down, I kiss her with everything I fucking have until we are both breathless.
“Take me home,Calloway,” she murmurs against my lips.
I love the way she emphasizes my name.
“With fucking pleasure.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
MAGGIE
Idon’t know what came over me with Ava at the gate, but Calloway certainly is enjoying it.
After pinning me to the fence and kissing me senseless, he is now carrying me as he runs toward his place.
I giggle at how ridiculous it all is. He wants me so bad, but he doesn’t want to fuck me in front of his brothers. We could have gone to my room at the clubhouse, but he doesn’t seem to want that. No, he wants me in his space.
As soon as we are through the door, he places me on my feet, pushing me against the closed front door.
“Fuck, you are so sexy. How did I get so lucky?”
His lips fall on mine before I can respond. I don’t mind, though. I prefer when he has his lips on mine. I can still see the hickey he left on my neck. Every time it seems to be getting lighter, he gets to work keeping it there.
It seems so juvenile, but I also weirdly find it to be the biggest turn-on.
Slowly, I pull off his cut from his shoulders. Pulling away from him, I hang it on the hook he also leaves it on inside the door. Then I turn back to him, pulling at his shirt.
“Oh, you want me naked, huh?” he asks.
I nod.
