Catching Phoenix: Renegades MC Story

7

Deciding the best thing to do right now was put this day to rest.   Tomorrow was another day and any thing important could wait until then.  No big decision needed to be made tonight.  The men were good, Axel passed out and Mac...well Mac was, I don't know what.  Getting a read on the man was both impossible and infuriating.  Again another thing that could wait.

"Thanks Mac. I am heading to bed." And after debriefing with the men tomorrow, I would head home for some down time. I didn't know why but lately there was this uneasiness that seemed to never go away. Maybe it was the context of this mission, or my worries over my friend Harley.    I figured a few days rest would take care of it, at least I hoped.

As I turned to head out, I noticed immediately that Mac was right behind me, the man was walking me to my MH and the irony of the situation was fucking hysterical. Hell I was one of the deadliest here but did the giant of a man take that in consideration? No, he did not. Instead his hand rested gently on the curve of my back as he escorted me through the crowd.

Reaching around me he opened the door, before leading me out. Trying to hold in my laugh I continued to allow Mac to handle me like a gentleman would a lady. I guess chivalry wasn't dead. And to be honest, it was ...a nice feeling. I liked the way Mac's body seemed surrounded mine as we moved, I liked the feel of his hand as it lightly caressed my back, hell I even liked how the man opened doors for me.

Christ this man was an oxymoron. On the outside he looked like he could snap you in two without breaking a sweat. He was Vin Diesel and the Rock all rolled up into one sexy muscular body. His constant "don't fuck with me" vibe kept even some of his own brother's at a distance. But then you have this side of him...a side I had a feeling very few saw.

Over the past week the man was constantly by my side. Pills and water would be shoved into my hand whenever I began to flinch. Food would be placed next to me as I continue to pull the Intel. One night my neck started to ache, second later fingers began to work out my knots, keeping careful of my injured shoulder at the same time.

It wasn't until the man forced me into the shower and then bed did it dawn on me. The bastard was handling me, in a very subtle way of course. While he participated in working out our plan of attack he was also taking care of me.

That realization kept me up all night.

Well that and the fact that my sexy biker refused to fuck me silly. Sure he would kiss the hell out of me, leaving me breathless, but then he had the audacity to walk away! Several times I practically threw myself at him, and after an intense make out session he would remind me that we needed to talk. But there never seemed to be a good time.

And frankly I didn't really have it in me to have that conversation tonight. Personally I was drained and needed to crash. And from the lack of talking, I assumed Mac was feeling the same.

But sex...well I was always up for a good fuck. There was no better stress reliever than a good old fashion roll in the hay or in Mac's case, fucking my brains out! I wasn't stupid enough to turn down a chance of having Mac between my aching thighs.

My hopes increased as Mac pulled back the covers of my bed after undressing me. It wasn't until he tucked me in and turned out the lights that those hopes deflated. What the hell? The bastard was going to leave me hanging!  Again!

But as the bed dipped, my hope lit immediately.  Finally, time for some action.

Arms circled me, gently guiding my body to curve around his, tucking my head into his shoulder. With a kiss to my forehead, his body relaxed as his hand traced the curve of my spine.  Um...not the normal seduction I was used to.  His hands were technically on me but they were completely in the wrong places. 

My efforts of squirming out of his hold failed.  Mac laid firm with me in his grasp as he continued to silently hold me.   Sex, I was on board for...this, well this wasn't something...I wasn't a cuddlier. In fact I hated being held, it was suffocating. But then my body settled as the days tension drained away.  What was going on?  Where was the sex?  

Confused, I finally cracked. "Mac?"

"Shh...just go to bed Phoenix. I just need to hold you tonight, stop freaking out. We can have that talk in the morning." He whispered against my hair before placing another kiss on my forehead. His actions were...unsettling? Does this mean we weren't having sex?   

Okay so he was right, I was freaking out, at least my mind was, my body had no problem melting into his as the day finally caught up with me. And once I stopped fighting it I realized that maybe being in Mac's arms wasn't so horrible, but only for tonight.

So screw it.  The man was like a giant body pillow and I was comfortable as fuck and his warm body was like hugging a nice warm day.  Christ maybe I was starting to crack.   I really needed some down time.   A nice warm day?  Seriously.

 But the power of being surrounded by a man like Mac was to hard to resist.  As a soldier I knew when to fold and when to stand strong.   I chalked this up to one of those rare times folding was the smarter choice. 

Conceding to the comfort of being in Mac's arms, I settled in deeper and allowed his soft caresses to lull me to sleep.

So maybe folding every now and than wasn't so bad.