Thunder (Hell's Handlers MC #10) - Lilly Atlas Page 0,23
be watched. Why do you think they don’t just go upstairs to Mav’s room?” He kissed her cheek, something she wasn’t used to, but he often did, then said, “I’ll grab the next few drinks. You enjoy the show.”
“What? No. I’m not gonna do that,” she said, tearing her gaze from the happy couple. But he was gone, and she’d already turned back to the pair who were so lost in each other, Mak had a feeling they’d forgotten they were in public.
As she watched, one of Maverick’s hands crept its way up his ol’ lady’s denim skirt. He licked and sucked her neck as he did whatever he was doing under that skirt.
Beneath her new bra, her nipples tightened, becoming uncomfortable. Mak had the insane urge to press her palms to them and find some relief. She squirmed a pulsing feeling of…need throbbed between her legs. What the hell was happening to her? Was she getting turned on?
Oh, my God.
Mak glanced around, suddenly hyper-aware of being in public. To her relief, not a single person paid her any attention. Still, she needed to get herself under control.
Stephanie did nothing to hide her enjoyment of Maverick’s attention on her body. She held her man close with one hand on his ass and one in the center of his back. Every few seconds, her fingers flexed, tensing.
With pleasure?
As Mak continued to stare at them, Stephanie’s lips moved, the words “I love you,” clearly identifiable. Mav lifted his head, making eye contact with his woman. They stayed that way, heated gazes locked until Stephanie bit her lower lip and trembled.
Holy crap, had the woman just orgasmed?
Maverick kissed her, then they whispered back and forth, faces close and hands roaming lovingly over each other’s bodies. The moment was so intimate, so much more than physical, she felt the need to look away and give them privacy, but she couldn’t. Never before had she seen two people stare at each other like that outside of actors in a movie. Their gazes held pure, unconditional love and desire.
What would it be like to have a man look at her in such a way? Like she was the sole reason he woke in the morning?
Powerful. That’s what it’d be.
Mak hadn’t come close to experiencing anything like that. Hell, she’d barely felt true physical attraction. There’d been this boy she’d had a pull towards when she was an early teen, but knowing what her future held, she’d squashed the feelings and refused to allow them to occur again.
She’d certainly never felt so much as a flicker of attraction, want, or love for her husband. The thought of him made her shudder as it had from the moment she’d found out she would be forced to marry him and bear his children.
And now? Well, now she could identify a handsome, good-looking man, but nothing ever registered beyond that. She didn’t feel what she’d read about in the romance novels she’d hidden between her mattress and box spring. None of the community's marriages were born of love or attraction, strictly the obligation to multiply. She’d begun to believe such a deep, primal desire for another person was nothing more than a myth, and those involved were consummate actors.
Yet, there was a real-life example of lust and love, staring her in the face.
Maybe it was her. Maybe she’d broken herself by suppressing her natural feelings and urges for so many years. Maybe the community had broken her by forcing her to endure the advances of a man three times her age.
What did it matter? Whatever the reason for her lacking libido, she didn’t have the luxury of pursuing a man. Hell, the absence of those feelings was a gift. At least she didn’t know what she was missing. Maybe Kristy had a point. She was lucky. The idea of cycling through man after man in search of some elusive perfect love seemed miserable.
Who the hell needed that in their lives?
Monty sauntered his way back over to her, a knowing smirk on his face. Once again, he circled her shoulders with his arm. The man was touchy as hell.
But she felt nothing. Not even a spark of heat for the sweet, funny, handsome man. Yeah, something had been destroyed in her all right.
“Good stuff, huh?” he asked as he wagged his eyebrows.
She shifted her gaze from Monty’s grin back to Steph and Mav, only to find they’d migrated somewhere else. “Uh, yeah, sure.”