Gunnar A Motorcycle Club Romance - Nina Levine Page 0,64

hard work faking love for those two, and I managed to do it for a full three hours, not slipping once.

“You might be surprised at what I’m capable of.”

“I’d like to see what you’re capable of, Chelsea.”

I nod. “I know.”

He places his glass down and stands. Moving behind me, he runs his hands down my bare arms. Dropping his mouth to my shoulder, he murmurs, “I like you like this.”

A shiver spreads across my skin. Not a good one, but he doesn’t need to know that.

Our eyes meet in the mirror. “I’m trying, Joe.”

“I can see.”

He kisses my neck and I fight the urge to push him away. It takes everything inside me, but I succeed in tilting my neck so he thinks I like what he’s doing. When one of his hands moves to my breast, I hold my breath and wonder if I actually have the balls to see this plan through. But all I have to do is think about Mason and I know I’ll find the balls. I’ll do whatever it takes to find them.

Joe turns me so he can kiss me.

He reaches his hand under my dress to slip his fingers into my panties.

I close my eyes and kiss him back while my mind disconnects and I think about the stars. I think about gazing at them with Mason, lying on our backs, staring up at the night sky. I think about rolling over and kissing him while he tells me which constellation we’re looking at. I think about him pushing my hair off my face and telling me he loves me.

Joe makes me come while I think about those stars and the man I love.

I hate that he makes me come.

He loves it. It makes him feel powerful, which is what I’m banking on, and the only reason I allow it.

At the sound of someone knocking on our door, he brings his mouth to my ear and says, “I want you tonight.”

I know what I have to do tonight, and I’ve been readying myself for it, but when I see Mason’s face at the door, I stumble with it. I feel dirty and ashamed. I’ve never been the kind of girl who cheats. The kind of woman who sleeps with two men in one day. And yet here I am. Mason and I are no longer together, but I feel so deeply that I’m cheating on him. Especially when he looks at me the way he does when Joe takes his eyes off him. Like he doesn’t completely hate me and like he’s thinking about what we did this morning.

Joe comes back to me and kisses me while circling his hand around my neck. “Don’t be late.” He slowly uncurls his fingers from my neck and trails them down to my chest. It’s all for fucking show, for Mason’s benefit, and I have to work hard not to push his hand away.

“I won’t be,” I promise, counting down the seconds until he leaves.

“Good.”

I don’t look back at Mason as Joe exits the room. I can’t. I don’t want to see the hate I know will be blazing from him.

21

Gunnar

Alexa: When will you be home?

Me: Monday.

Alexa: Oh good.

Me: Why? What do you need?

Alexa: Pfft, maybe I just miss you.

Me: Spit it out.

Alexa: Fine, I need you to fix my shower. It’s leaking.

Me: You know you can pay a plumber to do that.

Alexa: I’m on a budget.

Me: You don’t even know what the fuck a budget is.

Alexa: I know. I’m practicing.

Me: So part of that is using me to fix your shit?

Alexa: I’ll make you dinner.

Me: I’ll be over Monday night. I want steak.

Alexa: You always want steak. Let me cook you something different.

Me: It’s steak or nothing.

Alexa: God, you can be so boring, Mason. Live a little. Try new things.

My gaze locks onto Chelsea, drawing my attention completely. She’s proof I don’t like new things; I like what I know.

Alexa: Mason?

Me: I’ve gotta go. See you Monday.

I shove my phone in my pocket as I track Chelsea leaving the function she and Hearst just hosted for lunch. We haven’t spoken since I fucked her in the gym yesterday, but we’ve exchanged glances enough for me to know she’s as confused by the encounter as I am. When I fucked her at her house, that was a pure hate fuck. That was me wanting to fucking claim her while her husband sat in the next fucking room. Hell, I wanted him to walk in on us