“Yes.” Is all I say and stand up, wiping my hands over my jean covered thighs and watch as Maze stands too, stepping closerto me. He gaze penetrating mine, has my breathing pattern changing.
His manly smell invades my senses and again naughty thoughts pop into my head. Thoughts of what he would smell like after a round of hot, sweaty sexy in front of my log fire, the Christmas lights twinkling around us.
Shit. I mutter in my head when I see his grin widen and he brings a hand up to cup my face like he has done it a million times before and my body responds to his touch. His touch is gentle, and I can feel his callouses against my cheek as I lean into the contact more.
“Come over tonight, please. Nothing but talking needs to happen, but that is not me saying that I don’t want it too, because, sweetheart, I could devour you in one sitting and go back for more. Over and over again.”
My mind and lady parts are at war, because I know what kind of man Maze is, I mean come on he is a member of the Unforgiven Riders MC. The man whores and man whores are born in that club, they know what the cut does for them, but at the same time by body is wanting him to touch me, make me feel wanted and sexy like I have a feeling Maze would do to me.
But I am a strong woman, I can resist this man until I know he wants more than just sex and someone to be a positive female role in his daughter life.
Straightening my shoulders, I look at him. “Okay. I will be around about seven-thirty, is that okay?”
His smile takes over his face, brilliant white teeth shine back at me, his eyes crinkle at the corners. He leans in and kissing the corner of my mouth and I fight back the urge to move my head a fraction to the left to catch his lips in a proper kiss, but then I remember where we are and sigh as I pull back.
“More later, babe. Now get back to work,” he steps back and pulls his wallet out, dropping money on the table, I don’t botherlooking because I know he has left more than he needs to pay but this is what the man of the club do, that’s why Ana set up a box behind the counter for the extra money that she donates to someone who needs it every three months.
“Later, Z,”
“Bye, Ash.”
I stand there like an idiot as he leaves the café, thinking what the hell just happened. How has he done a one-eighty from the Maze I have got to know over the last few years?
I shake the thoughts way and get back to work. The fast today goes, the faster I get to see him again.
Chapter seven
Maze
After I left the café and Zarah, I took Faith to the clubhouse so they Old Ladies could fuss over her while I did some work in the garage. Pres was cool enough to give me a few days to adjust to my new life but now I was feeling antsy about not being under a car and bend over a bike fixing something.
I worked for a few hours and helped the boys catch up on the Christmas rush. Everyone wants their oil changed and tires and brakes checked right before Christmas.
Now we are sitting around church going over plans for the Christmas gifts drop off. I have a mug of coffee in my hand and not the usual bottle beer, for some reason the thought of driving with alcohol in my system and having Faith in the car with me doesn’t seem all that appealing anymore.
“Dyson, what are the numbers looking like for gifts for the kids?” Pres asks my VP.
“Good, really fucking good. We have over three-hundred toys, ranging from teddies for the babies, to Nerf guns and remote-control cars for the boys and bracelet making and pinkie gadgets and things for the girls. Also, thanks to Gen, we now have a bunch of salons that have donated hair and nail appointments for the women, and some spa days. For the men, the golf club have donated some rounds. If they don’t like golf, we have go karts vouchers also.”
“So, all in all a good fucking collection then.” Suedes add, looking pleased as chips at the sound of a chit ton of gifts ready to go.
“Fucking-A.” Court pipes in from his seat. “Sabrina said that nurses have a thankless job so these gifts will mean so much to them all, not only them but the kids and the parents who are going this shit time. They need some cheering up, ya know.”
“That’s the plan, brother.” Ace adds.
“Now Maze, we need to sort out a Santa costume for you and an Elf costume for Z. Are you too on talking terms or is she still pissed at you?” this comes from Pres as he smokes his cigar.
I grin at him and lean forward in my chair, placing my arm flat on the table before speaking. Ace glares at me but I grin wider because I know he is warning me from hurting his sister-in-law without actually saying anything. He adores her and will hurt anyone who hurts her, but I never plan too. I have said it once and I will say it again, it is strange as fuck how quick your life can change, and you have to take life by the horns and ride that fucker until your last breath is taken.
“We are good. She is coming over to mine after work and we are going to talk and look for costumes.”
“Nothing sexy, Maze. Well not for the hospital anyway?” Dyson winks at me and I laugh.
“Hey, fuckface that is my sister-in-law you are talking about. There will be no fucking sexy time with Z and Maze. He is afucking whore. She deserves better than that.” Ace growls and the smile drops from my face as I swing my gaze to him.
How mother-fucking-dare he, say who I can and cannot have sex with.
“She is a fucking adult, Ace. She is your sister-in-law not your fucking sister or your daughter. Since when do we cockblock each other anyway?” I spit out and climb to my feet and lean my palms on the table looking him in the eye and continue.
