Gunnar A Motorcycle Club Romance - Nina Levine Page 0,62

arms is the only woman I ever want there. Proof I’m hell-bent on my own fucking destruction.

I thrust inside her, growling with satisfaction as her cunt and arms and legs clench around me.

Pulling out, I meet her gaze and hold it while slamming inside her again.

“Fuck,” she says, tightening her arms around me.

“You want it like that?”

“God, yes.” Her fingers dig into me.

I don’t wait a second longer. I fuck her exactly how we both want it.

We’re skin on skin.

Need on need.

A mess of danger, and trouble, and desperate desire that’s only going to end in more fucking pain.

But hell if I can stop myself from taking what I want.

“Oh my God, oh God,” Chelsea pants as her nails pierce my skin and she comes. “Fuck, Mason. Fuck.”

Her pleasure and her filthy words are my final undoing and I come too.

“Fuck!” I roar as my orgasm hits and lose myself in her. Finally and completely. And for one fucking moment I forget everything we’ve been through. I forget how she broke me, shattered me, ruined me. In this moment, she’s mine again. Mine to love and give everything to.

I kiss her, my tongue sliding over hers, still losing myself in her.

The moment is trashed when she puts her hands on my shoulders, pushes out of my embrace, and says frantically, “Mason, stop. We need to get dressed.”

Of course we fucking do.

Before her fucking husband finds us.

I pull out of her and let her go. Snatching her clothes up, I throw them at her. “Yeah, we fucking do.”

I put my dick away and zip my pants. What the fuck was I thinking? She might have told me she missed me, but she’s not fucking choosing me. She never fucking chooses me.

I cut a path to the door of the gym, looking back at her as I reach for the handle. “The next time you want to get drunk and tell me how fucking sorry you are, don’t. I don’t want to fucking hear it.”

As I stalk out of the gym, I tell myself I hate her.

I tell myself I’m finally done with her.

I tell myself a whole lot of fucking lies, because the truth is, I don’t hate her, and I’m not done with her. Not by a long fucking shot.

20

Chelsea

My heart cracks as I watch Mason exit the gym. Letting him think the worst about me is slowly killing me, but I can’t let him think anything else. I need to start putting my plan into place with Joe so I can get us to the point where Mason is safe again. Once Joe’s out of the way and once my father is dealt with, then I can tell Mason the full truth. I don’t expect him to wait around for me, but I at least want him to know that what he thinks about me isn’t true. I want him to know I’m not the monster in all of this.

I quickly dress and leave the gym. I have to shower. The last thing I need is for Joe to catch me after I fucked Mason. That won’t help my plan at all.

Thankfully he’s not in our room when I get back. I manage to shower and dress before he returns. I’m finishing styling my hair as he walks through the door.

He doesn’t greet me before going to the safe and opening it, so I quietly finish with my hair and spray some perfume on. I then reach for my earrings and say, “What do you want me to do today?”

He’s busy looking through some papers that he pulled out of the safe. Glancing up at me, he says, “You’re free this morning. We need you at the lunch today. Griff will come by and collect you at twelve.”

I nod. “Okay. Is there any information I should brush up on before lunch?”

He watches me like he’s not quite sure about me, so I move to him and say, “You told me to get on board with this. I’m fucking getting on board. Tell me what you need and I’ll make it happen.”

Joe doesn’t like it when I swear, and today is no different. That vein in his neck pulses, but he keeps his thoughts to himself. “I’ll get Matthew to email you some information. Go through it before lunch.”

“Done.”

He watches me silently for another few moments before going back to his papers. Five minutes later, he packs them up and walks to the door. “I much prefer it when you’re