Gunnar A Motorcycle Club Romance - Nina Levine Page 0,42
her and then get the fuck out of here.
“I’m great. Super happy to see you here.”
“Yeah, about that, I’m sorry I never returned your calls.”
“It’s all good. I knew it was just sex.”
The door to a room just down the hall from where we’re standing opens and Chelsea walks out. She comes to a halt when her eyes meet mine.
“Oh, wow,” Samantha says softly. “Maybe we should get out of here.”
Chelsea’s lips pull together in a harsh line as she stares at me. The fact she’s not happy makes my fucking day, but the fact I’m having another fucking encounter with her doesn’t. I’m fucking wrecked from all the run-ins we’ve had this week.
When Samantha takes hold of my arm, Chelsea zeroes in on that before continuing on her way across the hall to what appear to be lockers. My feet are glued to the floor as I track her movements, not hearing a word of what Samantha’s saying.
Chelsea retrieves something from the locker and then goes back into the room she came from.
“Mason, are you listening to me?” Samantha says.
I look at her. “I’ve gotta go.”
Without waiting for her response, I leave the day spa and head to the hotel bar. I need a fucking drink. A strong one.
I order a whisky double and am almost finished it when a text hits my phone.
Chelsea: I don’t believe you, Mason. Have you fucked us all this week?
What the fuck?
I stare at her text. It’s the first one she’s sent me in months, and it makes no fucking sense.
I should ignore it, put my phone away, and go home, but I’ve never been able to help myself when it comes to Chelsea.
Me: What the fuck are you talking about?
Chelsea: You fucked me on Monday. You were with some other woman earlier today according to Facebook, and now you’re with Samantha. Were you even faithful to me while we were together?
It’s that last question that does it. That causes me to shove my stool backwards, throw the rest of my drink down my throat, and stalk back to the fucking day spa. That causes me to push my way into the room Chelsea disappeared into after she saw me. That causes me to tell the staff member with her to fuck off and leave us alone.
Chelsea’s eyes go wide as the woman exits the room. She jerks up out of the spa she’s sitting in. I catch a glimpse of her body before she covers it with a towel, and fuck if that doesn’t make me crave another taste of her.
“What the hell are you doing?” she demands, looking as livid as I feel.
My fucking chest might explode with the anger she’s caused. “Was I even fucking faithful to you? Where the hell do you get off on asking me that shit?”
“For all I know, you weren’t,” she yells. “I mean, if you were happy enough to fuck me this week and then be with two women today, it makes me wonder—”
“What the fuck makes you think I was with two women today?”
“I fucking saw the photo of you and that woman on Facebook! And then there you were with the woman you slept with right after we broke up.”
“So automatically that makes me a fucking cheater, does it?”
“I don’t know, Mason! But it sure makes me wonder.”
I close the distance between us, gripping her arm. “I never once fucking cheated on you.” The words breathe out of me like fucking fire. “Don’t ever fucking say that to me again.”
She rips her arm out of my hold. “Don’t fucking touch me. I don’t need any more of your marks on me.”
My eyes go to her neck, and I feel immense fucking pleasure to see the faint bite marks of mine still there. It makes no sense, but I do. It also makes no sense that I move into her and take hold of her neck as I growl, “They look good on you, princess.”
Heat flares in her eyes and her breathing speeds up. Her hands move to my chest as she says, “They don’t belong there.”
“That might be the fucking case,” I say, running my tongue down her neck, getting that taste of her I want, “but that doesn’t mean they don’t suit you.”
She grips my T-shirt as a moan falls from her lips. “Mason, no.”
“No?” I bite her. “You’re gonna have to try harder to sound convincing.”
She brings a hand to my neck, curling her fingers around it, digging them the