Perfect Collision (18 page)

That would be why she talked to him today.

“Okay. For the record, if you wanna keep a guy a secret you shouldn't show up in front of your dad wearing his t-shirt.”

She blushed and opened her mouth, but he stopped her before she managed to say anything.

“And I don't wanna know what happened to yours. Not at all!”

“Okay.”

He kissed her cheek. “Even an old biker like me thinks it's kinda cute you hooked up with a guy you've been crushing on for years.”

“Was it that obvious?”

“Nah, think it was just me, Brick, Bull, Wolf, and maybe Sisco who saw it. Probably Edie and Dawg. I think Mitch knew, too. And... yeah, it was obvious. You got all doe-eyed whenever he was around.”

She groaned and hid her face in her hands. “I'm gonna go be mortified in my room now.”

“Do that, but it's not like it matters anymore.” He gave her other cheek a kiss. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

“And you won't beat him up?”

“No. Might mess with him a little.”

“Figures,” she muttered as she stood up. On her way to her room she turned around. “We haven't... done that...”

“I don't wanna know!” he yelled as he turned the TV back on, but he was pretty pleased to hear it, because he knew what she was about to say. He could pretend his baby girl was still his baby girl a little while longer.

CHAPTER EIGHT:

It's Not Dick Shaped

-o0o-

MAC THOUGHT THE TALK
to Bear had been surprisingly easy. He'd seemed pissed at first, but then started to laugh when Mac'd begun stuttering. Apparently Bear had been on to them from the very beginning and didn't really have any objections.

Bear had some rules. The first was to give her time. He'd asked Mac if he was planning on slapping his ink on her, marrying her, and knocking her up before she turned twenty. He told Bear it wasn't the plan at all, that he didn't feel ready for those things himself, and that he'd give her time. He knew she was younger. He'd promised to take it easy and not hurry.

The other was more of a surprise. Vi had a curfew, and she wouldn't be allowed to stay nights at his place. Mac'd asked for how long, and Bear's only answer had been 'until I say differently.'

If the talk had gone down in another way, with Bear pissed and a lot of yelling, he might've objected and argued, but he got off easy, and he knew it. If there had been yelling, he might've suspected it was just dick swinging, but he didn't think that was the case.

Now, two days later, Mac was getting ready to talk to his own dad. He found him sitting out on the deck surrounding his house with his feet propped up on the railing.

Brick didn't turn around when Mac came outside, just took a drag on his smoke.

“If you knock her up you're on your own, kid.”

“I know,” he said as he sat down on the chair next to his dad's. Bear'd said it, too; if he knocked up Vi, Brick would hold him down while Bear force-fed him his dick. “Would be nice if at least one of you thought I knew the first thing about safe sex.”

“Not sure there's such a thing as 'safe sex' when you're banging a brother's daughter.”

“Got a point.” Mac took the beer handed to him. “For the record, I'm not banging her.”

“Yet.”

“Yet,” he agreed. “But it wasn't about banging her.”

“I know.” Brick finally turned his head and looked at him. “You both wear your hearts on your sleeve. You always did, so I suggest you don't try to hide things from now on.”

“We weren't trying to hide things,” he tried, and Brick immediately rolled his eyes. “Okay, a little. But it was more about trying to figure things out before we dealt with the rest of the shit.”

“The shit being the rest of the club I take it?”

“Yeah,” he smiled. “Are we okay?”

“See no reason to object as long as Bear's okay with it.” He smiled. “Besides, I like her. No matter how protective I am about her, I like the idea about you with a nice girl. She's a nice girl. Go talk to Mel, too. She's worried.”

“When is she not worried?”

Brick laughed. “She's the worrying kind.”

Mac went inside to find Mel. She was in the kitchen cutting vegetables and eyed him when he came walking in.

“Hey,” he said and kissed her cheek while snatching a carrot stick from the cutting board. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I'm good.” She slapped his hand when he tried to take another carrot stick. “So you and Violet?”

“Yeah,” he said and jumped up to sit on the counter next to the cutting board. “Heard you were a bit worried about that.”

“A little, but I know you've talked to Bear, so I'm feeling calmer about it now. She's a nice girl.”

“I know, Mel. One of the reasons I like her.”

“Did you talk to Edie?”

“Nope. Thought I'd start with the fathers of the involved, but I'll get to the rest of them.”

“Is it for real?” she asked after a few minutes of silence. “You know what I mean.”

“I know what you mean, and yes it is. Not messing with the daughter of a brother for kicks—it's very real.”

She held up a carrot stick with a smile, and he took it. “Eliza's gonna love this. Probably even more than she loved Dawg and Edie hooking up, and she talked about that for months.”

And fucking hell was she right. During dinner, Mac casually dropped the news he'd met a girl. When Eliza asked who, he answered. She stared at him for a few seconds, and then she threw out a scream that quite possibly ruptured the eardrums of everyone in the room.

“Oh my god! That is so awesome! Oh my god!” she threw herself into his arms, still yelling, but there was no way of distinguishing any other actual
words
; it was just gibberish.

After dinner, they all went down to watch football. Mac hoped Vi wouldn't be too late at work, because her curfew was at eleven, and he was keeping that fucking curfew until Bear told him otherwise. He needed to prove it was serious, and he could live with that—for now. But her working hours had meant he'd taken her directly home after work the two previous days.

He'd still picked her up from work, though, which he assumed made him a total pussy, but it was half an hour with her behind him on his bike.

He got the text from Vi around six, and he couldn't help smiling. That gave him plenty of time before he had to take her home.

-o0o-

I was strangely nervous when I followed Mac to his bike. I'd gotten off early, and I knew he wasn't taking me home. When he handed me the helmet he smiled.

“Hungry?” he asked, and I nodded. “You okay with picking up some Chinese on the way to my place?”

I nodded again.

Even if I was nervous, I'd been looking forward to going to his place again. It felt better now when they knew we were... whatever we were.

I still hadn't asked him about what Dad'd said when he talked to him. Mac'd just shown up that night when I got off work, saying it was all okay and that he'd take me home, but that was it. Dad had said it was between him and Mac, but I wanted to know, and I was going to ask him—later.

He bought me Chinese on the way, but nothing for himself. Apparently he'd had dinner at his dad's place, and instead he had a beer while I ate.

When I put down the boxes, he looked at me with a crooked grin, and I felt those butterflies in my stomach again. They were there pretty damn often when he was around, and I knew I was smiling, too. He moved closer to me on the couch and caressed my face.

“I'm pretty sure I owe you since last time.”

I could feel myself blushing, but I still nodded. He'd mentioned that he wanted to lick me, and after Trixie's comment about that being
the
best
, I was really curious. I'd been worried about it, but when we talked about tasting the dish, he'd laughed and hadn't looked disgusted at all. He even looked a bit eager.

He kissed me—slow, deep kisses, making the butterflies in my stomach do somersaults. I was embarrassingly eager when I helped him take off my clothes, but he was nice enough not to comment it. He kissed me everywhere, started on my breasts, nipples, went further down, and then he was between my legs.

“This okay?” he asked me.

I nodded, and was once again relieved he seemed okay with me, like, really wanting him to do things to me. Even
liking
that I wanted it. So I closed my eyes, and when I felt his tongue on me, I moaned.

I knew for sure Trixie had been right when he, a while later, grabbed the back of my thighs and almost buried his face between my legs with a loud groan. It was definitely the best so far.

And it didn't stop, he just kept going, and he made me come. Twice!

Afterwards, I was lying on his bed and probably had a slightly stupid smile on my lips.

“I liked that,” I mumbled, and he turned over to pull me to his side.

“Good,” he chuckled and kissed my forehead. “I liked it too.”

I was completely naked, and all he wore were his boxer briefs. I wished he didn't have them on. I would've wanted to see him naked, but I didn't want to ask him to take them off. My head was resting on his shoulder, my eyes closed, while I enjoyed him slowly stroking my back and my hip. His hands on me always felt good no matter where they were. Then his hand moved further up, to my hair.

“Think you could wrap you hair around my dick sometime?”

“You want me to wrap my hair around your dick?” That sounded really fucking odd, but I wouldn't mind.

“Yeah. I've been fantasizing about that soft, purple hair wrapped around my dick. Been fantasizing about it in other ways as well, but I think that's on top of the list.”

“About wrapping my hair around your dick?”

“I like your hair.”

I couldn't help it, I laughed. It sounded weird, but not disgusting weird, just strange. “Yeah, I can do that. Just wrap it, or wrap it and then jerk a little?”

“Yeah, jerk a little. Everything is better if you jerk it a little.” He kissed my nose. “I like you laughing. Don't remember you laughing much before.”

“I'll try to do it more often.” I tugged his beard. I remembered his beard being pretty thin before, but now it was a thick, strawberry blond, full beard. I liked it, and it had felt great against the inside of my thighs. “What other fantasies have you had about my hair?”

“A lot of it just involves it being wrapped around my hand, or... just my hand
in
it, or stroking it.”

He was on his back with his eyes closed and a small smile on his lips. His hand was playing with one of my violet locks.

“Wanna tell me?”

“No,” he said and opened his eyes. He noticed me looking and gave me a kiss. “I'll show you all of it eventually. Think the dick wrapping is the weirdest thing. If you're okay with that, the rest won't be a problem.”

“Okay.” I looked at the clock on his Blu-Ray. “I need to be on my way soon.”

He nodded and pulled my hair gently. “Get dressed, baby, and I'll take you.”

“So next time I'll owe you?”

“Nope,” he mumbled against my lips. “We're even now, so next time we'll make sure we both get off.”

That was an idea I really liked, both of us getting off. Hopefully that meant both of us naked.

When we were dressed, outside, and by his bike, I finally dared to ask him.

“What did Dad say when you talked to him?”

“That you have a curfew, that he'd rather give me his bike than let you stay the night, and that he'd force-feed me my dick if I knocked you up.”

I couldn't help it; I laughed. It was so Dad. I also felt that I needed to calm him down on that last part. “Don't think you have to worry too much about having you dick shoved down your throat—I'm on the pill.”

“Does he know that?”

“Sure. I have been since I was fourteen. I had really bad cramps.”

“He didn't mention that.”

“Bet he didn't.”

He probably liked the idea of Mac squirming over possibly 'knocking me up.' Something embarrassed me, though.

“Are you okay with the... curfew. I mean...”

He silenced me by kissing me. “Yeah, we'll deal with that later, but for now it's probably better if I take you home.”

“Did he say how long?”

“No. We'll figure it out, there's no hurry.” Mac seemed to be taking it okay, which was a relief. I'd been worried about it, since it made me seem even younger than I was. “Are you working tomorrow?”

I nodded. “But I'm off on Sunday.”

“Good,” he smiled. “What's wrong?”

“I'm not sure. It's a bit odd.”

“What is?”

“That you're... I don't know. Are you my boyfriend now?” I just asked, because I wasn't sure how else to put it. It felt corny. He was older; I didn't think he'd call it that.

He put his big hand on my neck and stroked my chin with his thumb. “I don't care what we call it, but you're my girl, and I'm your guy. If you wanna call me your boyfriend, I'm okay with that. Think I'd even like it.”

I nodded and it seriously felt as if my heart was going to explode. I was his girl! And he was my guy! He leaned forward and kissed me, just a short one, then he rested his forehead against mine.

“I really have to take you home, Katze.”

I couldn't help smiling about it; my guy was taking me home. I kinda liked the sound of that.

-o0o-

Bear'd been waiting for Violet and had made some hot chocolate for her when she came home exactly two minutes before eleven. At least the kid took her curfew seriously.

The curfew rule was for a lot of reason. One being that he didn't want to think about her having sex, and also, he didn't want her to run into something too fast. This was a way to make sure they took it easy, and Mac seemed to understand. Although Mac would've agreed to anything; he knew he got off easy. Another reason was that he wasn't ready to even think about her having sex. This made it easier to pretend she wasn't.