Mackenzie was proud of herself, kind of. It had been over a week since she left California, and she’d managed to meet with the Bennett attorneys and work out her contract as CEO of Bennett Textiles while handling her regular job in the financial department. It was a big feat since she’d managed to do it all while battling the depression that leaving Ash the way she had was causing. She waffled back and forth between hating herself for it and knowing she did the right thing. Ash was a big, tough biker. Even before he was a biker, he was always a rough, tough guy, at least on the outside. She didn’t doubt that he could take care of himself. But there was a big part of her that just couldn’t let go of the need to protect him, and his issues with anger only served to convince her even more that he needed it. Ash let his anger rule him sometimes. It wasn’t always bad...but in this case, it could ruin his life. She wasn’t going to be responsible five years ago for his being in prison...or dead...and she still wasn’t willing to be responsible for it now. She’d just finally left the office after a long, ten-hour day. She wanted to go straight home, but as busy as she’d been since she got home from California, she hadn’t had a chance to go grocery shopping. She could order in...but she was out of coffee for the morning, and that was a must-have.

Mack’s apartment was only a four-block walk from the office and she never drove to work. The walk gave her time to clear her head and wind down before she got home. There was a coffee shop about two blocks before she reached her place, and that was where she stopped for the coffee beans she’d grind up for the morning. The girls behind the counter knew her well and they smiled and greeted her warmly when she walked in. Mack smiled back at them and started to step up to the counter when something out of the corner of her eye drew her attention. The platinum blonde had obviously done well for herself, undoubtedly by stealing souls. She had gotten a boob job...at least she looked like she had. Her low-cut silk blouse showed more of the DD breasts than it covered. Her hair had been to her shoulders the last time Mack saw her, but now it was long and wavy, down to her waist...extensions, probably. Her makeup looked professional and Mack knew the shoes she was wearing cost someone well over five hundred dollars.

She sat up at a high-top table, dishing with a slightly older brunette who sat on the other side. The brunette wasn’t familiar to Mack...but the blonde, she brought some of the worst memories of Mack’s life rushing to the surface. The blonde glanced over at her and smiled with her too-white, too-straight teeth. There was no recognition on her face at all, but Mack’s face must have looked odd, or frightening, because suddenly she dropped the smile and turned away. Mack’s depression morphed into anxiety and then anger...a few minutes later she found herself out on the sidewalk, trying to catch her breath and thankful that she hadn’t attacked the bitch and pulled out every one of those dark roots of hers, one by one.

“Miss? Mackenzie? Are you okay?” One of the girls from the shop had followed her outside. When Mack looked up at her she could see the blonde and the brunette through the window, looking at her like she was a crazy person. Everyone else in the shop seemed to be looking out at her as well.

“I’m okay, Lindsay,” she told the young barista. “I’m sorry...I just, I just felt sick all of a sudden.”

“Oh no! Don’t apologize. Can I get you some water or anything?”

Mack smiled at her, trying not to look at the bitch through the window. “No...I’m okay, really. I’m just going to get on home. I’ll probably see you in the morning.”

“Okay. Be careful.” Mack smiled and nodded and without allowing herself to look back through the window, and before she reached the end of the corner, the memories of that fateful night assaulted her with a vengeance and followed her home.

It was the night before her wedding to Ash. It would be the first night she spent without him in over a year since they’d moved in together. She hadn’t wanted to be apart from him at all, but her friends and family had urged her to go along with tradition, so she’d given in. She’d had dinner with him that night and he kissed her goodbye at their door. He had a room next to the one Sledge had at the Plaza Hotel for the night. Back then she and Sledge...or Steve, as she knew him...were still best friends, and she was almost jealous that the two of them got to hang out all night and she didn’t. She tried to concentrate on the day to come and how happy she and Ash were going to be, rather than on how much she was going to miss him. But less than two minutes after he left, he was back with his sexy lips pressing into hers, and his magic hands all over her body.

“We can’t spend the night together...but nobody said we couldn’t fool around one more time before midnight, right?”

She could hardly form her words because he hadn’t taken his lips off hers, but she chuckled and said, “Well, I was trying to be good. You’re a bad influence.”

“Yeah, baby, that’s what I want...bad...I want my good girl to be very, very bad tonight. What do you say? One more time before you change your last name?”

His hands were moving fast and seemed to be sending jolts of electricity to every part of her body. She wasn’t even able to pretend like she was going to say no. She nodded against him and he smiled down at her wickedly and said, “I want you to scream my name so loud that the neighbors call the cops...I want to leave you screaming it out in your dreams all night, baby.”

Just his words were enough to make her body ache for him. Her heart was slamming against the inside of her chest and her blood felt like it was boiling. She could feel how badly he wanted her, pressing into her belly, threatening to rip right through his jeans. His hands were on her butt cheeks, gripping her and pulling her into him so tightly that their bodies were practically one entity. She moaned into their kiss, and that caused him to groan and run his hands up her back and underneath her shirt. His palms felt like fire against her skin...but she so badly wanted to be burned. Ash turned them around and pushed her up against the wall and the kiss went on forever. When she was lightheaded and unsure if she could hold herself up on her own two legs any longer, he bent slightly at the knees and swept her up into his arms. She squealed and giggled as he carried her through the living room and down the hallway to the bedroom. He carried her over to their king-sized bed and tossed her down on it. “You know how lucky I am?” he asked her.

She smiled. “I’m the lucky one.” Before she could say anything else he dove down, almost on top of her, and his hot lips were back on hers again. They wrestled around on the bed like two high school kids, sucking on tongues, licking lips, and grinding and throbbing against each other. She slid her hand down his hard body and found the hardest spot in the front of his jeans. She rubbed him up and down, delighting in the groans and sighs that were coming from him. She gripped onto him as tightly as she could while he was still in his jeans, and his body convulsed as he brought his hips up off the bed and ground himself against the palm of her hand.

“Fuck, baby.” He reached down and pulled her hand away and then he sat up and began undressing her...slowly, one piece of clothing at a time. When she was completely naked, he groaned again. “So...fucking...lucky,” he said, before his hot mouth was suddenly on her body, kissing and licking and tasting her all over. She felt him kissing down her stomach toward her aching pussy and she flexed her hips up off the bed, spreading her legs open at the same time to give him access. She was drenched. The panties he’d just taken off her were soaked and she was already leaving a wet spot on the bed. He stopped kissing just before he made his way to her clit and ran two fingers down her slit, causing her to shudder violently. “Damn, baby...I love how wet you get for me.” She thought about saying something, but she was unable to form words. His mouth was back on her mound and she could feel the prickle of his five-o’clock shadow against her skin as well. It was all slightly overwhelming and she wondered if it would always be that good...and then she felt his tongue slide in between the folds of her hot, wet, pussy and she forgot to how to think altogether.

Mackenzie fisted her fingers in his hair, tangling it up as she pushed his face down between her legs. Ash was plunging his tongue in and out of her hot tunnel, already sending her spiraling toward the edge of a wild orgasm. She was whimpering and moaning, urging him on with her movements as she rocked her hips up and down and rubbed her pussy against his gorgeous face. He reached up with one of his hands and found her clit. As soon as he touched it she shot up off the bed in ecstasy like she never knew existed before the first time this man touched her. He pinched, pulled, sucked, licked, and touched every piece of her until she was, in fact, screaming out his name and having an orgasm that would go down in the books as one of the best he’d ever given her. Her body shivered and shook, and she had to sit up slightly in order to fill her lungs with air. He continued to lap at her folds as her core sent spasms of delight traveling down into her pussy, down her legs, and all the way to her toes.

She finally couldn’t take his tongue any longer...it was too much, she was too overstimulated. She reached down and took his face between her hands and guided him up to her lips. They kissed deeply once again, and she licked and sucked at his lips and his tongue and his face, tasting herself and him together...it was the sexiest taste in the world. When she stopped shaking at last, she sat up, pushing him back as she did. “It’s my turn,” she said, breathlessly, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. Ash grinned at her and reached up with one hand and ripped it open, letting buttons fly across the room and scatter across the floor. She giggled. “I was going to unbutton it for you.”

“Fuck it, it’s just a shirt,” he said, kissing her again. He stood up then and took off his shoes and peeled off his pants and shorts. He was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen and as they got older, she’d noticed that he had only grown more beautiful. Sometimes she couldn’t wait to get old, just so she could find out what a sexy old man he was going to be. She imagined him with just a touch of gray at his temples and deep, sexy laugh lines around his eyes...from the years of fun they were going to have. She couldn’t wait to spend her life with this man...but right at that moment she just had a compelling urge to touch him, hold him, please him...and never, ever let him go.