Chapter 11
Marco
For the first time since Iraq, I had woken up this morning feeling like a whole human being, and it had all been because of Axel’s daughter. She was the only woman since I lost my leg, who had made me feel less broken. The sex was great, her body was a wonderland, but it was more than that. I had enjoyed sleeping with her in my arms, and nothing would have been more amazing if Quinn was just that—a stranger in a bar. Instead, she was my president’s daughter.
Not only had I fucked her, but I had also told her a secret about her dad that she didn’t know. How many rules of the MC had I broken in the span of twenty-four hours?
I was cursing under my breath. I wanted to put as much distance between Quinn and myself as I could. Why did I still fucking want her? Didn’t I want to be a part of the MC more? This was the kind of opportunity that I had been waiting for my whole life, and now that I had it, why did I want to throw it all away for a woman? I needed to get away from the bar and from Quinn so that I could think.
I had stormed out of the Rusty Pelican and to make matters worse, I could sense that Quinn had followed me out.
“Marco!” she called out my name, and I whipped around to her. My knuckles still hurt from when I punched the wall back there. She looked so hot with her golden blond hair like a curtain around her face, with her perfect bow-shaped red lips and her fiery blue eyes. She was perfect. I had to clench my fists to stop myself grabbing her and pulling her body to mine.
“Quinn, we can’t be seen talking. I don’t want to cause trouble, not with you here,” I growled, and she came up to me. Her expression had changed. She appeared stubborn earlier, but now she looked mellowed. I didn’t even want to imagine what was going through her head now. She had just found out about the MC, and probably was forming ideas about what her father really did, rather than just own a dive bar. She wasn’t stupid, it wasn’t going to take her long to figure out the violence of the lives we led.
“But I don’t want this to just end like this. Last night meant more to me than just a one night stand,” she said, and there was a strain her voice.
“Your dad has to know. I need to tell him. I can’t keep this a secret, I’m not a coward, and I’m not that kind of guy,” I said.
Quinn stepped closer to me and placed a hand on my heaving chest. Even the fact that we were alone together, that we were talking was dangerous enough. If any of the guys from the MC saw me touching her, it could get me shot right on the spot. I knew Axel would lose his shit. I didn’t step away though, it was like having her hand on my chest calmed me somehow.
“If my dad finds out, he’ll kill you. He’ll send me out of Long Beach, you can’t tell him, Marco,” she said, in a soft voice, and there was a tremble on her lips.
“I know that, but I’m not going to be fucking his daughter behind his back,” I said, and the tip of Quinn’s nose turned red. She was shaking her head.
“No, Marco, you can’t tell him. If you do, he’s going to punish you. This is my fault. You would have kept your distance if you knew who I was,” she said, and I yanked her to myself.
My arms were around her waist, she had landed on my chest with a thud. She was looking up at me now with her large blue eyes.
“I wouldn’t be able to keep my distance from you no matter who you are,” I said, and she parted her lips. That was all I needed to see. Nothing mattered anymore. Not the fact that I was a prospect, and not the fact that she was Axel’s daughter.
Her perfect red lips parted invitingly for me. I leaned forward and kissed her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth the way I’d done with my cock the night before.
My tongue was exploring her mouth, while my hands traveled down to her ass and I squeezed. She was pressed up against me, and my cock moved in my pants. She was sinking into me as we kissed. I knew she could feel my cock throbbing in my pants.
I didn’t fucking care where we were or who saw us. This was probably the most dangerous thing I had done in my life. Iraq and the war seemed like child’s play compared to this. I was standing outside the Rusty Pelican, kissing the president’s daughter and my hands were on her ass. There was no easier target for a shot than I was and I had no protective gear covering me.
I kissed Quinn back hard. I wanted to strip her clothes right there, feel her breasts in my hands but a noise distracted me. I could hear bikes in the background.
Quinn moaned as she kissed me back and I couldn’t pull myself away from her yet. The noise of the bike engines was louder now, and I tried to think who it could be. All members of The Bad Disciples were inside the Rusty Pelican, and the noise seemed to be a group of bikes. It had to be some other group.
I smacked my lips away from Quinn and looked up. I could see a group of bikers riding towards us. They were in jackets with a distinct patch on them and even from the distance I recognized them. They were the Four Skulls, and they were coming straight for us.