Thunder (Hell's Handlers MC #10) - Lilly Atlas Page 0,111

it?” Mak yelled from the back of her house, probably her bedroom.

“It’s your boyfriend,” she called back in a singsong voice.

“Thunder?” Mak appeared in the hallway visible from the door. “Why’d you knock?”

Well, shit. His face grew warm.

The glee forming in Kristy’s eyes had him wanting to wring the woman’s neck. “Oh, aren’t you just the cutest. Mak, I think he wanted to pick you up all formal-like for your date.”

“Will you please get the fuck out of here?” he growled through clenched teeth.

Of course, she wasn’t remotely offended by the tone or the request. “Sure, sure. I can tell when I’m not wanted.” She pushed off the door frame and stepped outside, allowing Thunder into the house.

“Thanks, Kristy,” Mak said, waving to her friend.

“Anytime, honey. And don’t just spread your legs for this one here. Make him work for it. It’s good for his soul.”

Thunder slammed the door, which did nothing to hide Kristy’s victorious laughter. “That woman is a bad fucking influence,” he said as he turned around. “Holy shit.” Finally, he got a good look at Makenna.

Forget his former remarks. If this was Kristy’s doing, he owed the woman a bottle of her favorite champagne.

With her cheeks pink, Mak smoothed her hands down her short, very short, shimmery black shorts. “Too much? Kristy promised me I wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb, but I don’t know…”

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, every man in the room is gonna get hard the second they see you.” He’d be sending death glares all night at this rate.

“What?” she squeaked. “I’m not wearing this.”

“Babe,” he said as he rushed forward and caught her hand before she took off. “How do you feel in this?”

She looked down at the black crop top. He imagined Kristy had to force the garment over Mak’s head. It wasn’t risqué, but it was sexy with thick, black shoulder straps, a fine black mesh covering her chest, and it revealed a fair yet not obscene amount of cleavage. The lower part of the top molded to her body, leaving a two-inch strip of skin peeking out.

He wasn’t even going to try to keep from stroking that tease of flesh all night. On her feet were spiky black heels that gave her an extra few inches. That would make kissing even more fun than usual.

“I feel good. Sexy, even,” she whispered, as though afraid someone would overhear the confidence.

“You look hot as fuck, Mak. You will never stick out like a sore thumb, but you will stand out because you’re beautiful.”

“Thunder…” She gave him a sweet smile. “You haven’t kissed me yet.” She spoke against his lips.

“A serious lapse in judgment.” He took her mouth in a hard kiss meant to mess up her lipstick and mark her as his.

As always, she opened for him immediately, but this time, she fought him for control of the kiss. His cock filled, and he walked them to the side. Mak’s back hit the wall, giving him something to brace against as he deepened the kiss.

“Shit.” He ripped his mouth away from her. “I want you to come out to the club and have fun tonight.”

She brushed a thumb over his lower lip, and he couldn’t help but sneak a nip.

“If we keep this up, we’re never gonna make it there.”

“We can be a little late—”

“Ahh! Enough outta you, naughty girl. There’ll be plenty of time to ravage me later on.” When she colored, he laughed. “Go fix your lipstick. I fucked it up good.”

He slapped her on the ass as she walked by, laughing when she yelped and scurried faster.

Though she planned to be away from him for nothing more than a minute or so as she reapplied her lipstick, the ache he experienced when she left the room had him following. It was as though he couldn’t bear to be physically separated from her.

When he reached the open door to her bedroom, he found her leaning over the dresser to get her face closer to the mirror as she swiped a glossy wand over her peachy lower lip. An image of her mouth wide and shiny taking his cock hit him hard as he advanced toward her. Shit, they needed to make that fantasy happen.

“Can’t fucking wait to get you dancing with me tonight,” he said as he came up behind her and lined himself up against her pert ass.

With a laugh, she met his gaze in the mirror. “Uh, yeah, I don’t think so.” She stuck the wand