Oh god...

Oh god...

"That's it baby...harder, take me deeper." Mac growled as he thrusted up as I pushed down as hard as I could. I loved the sounds the man made when I rode him. I didn't get the opportunity very often but when I did I went out of my way to get as many groans as possible.

With his feet planted on the floor, me straddling his lap, he held on tight as we raced to completion.

"Fuck yeah, Jules...come on baby, get there."

"I'm there."

I was so there. Seconds later as my muscles tightened and I screamed my release, Mac held on tighter as he forced his body as deep as possible and groaned his.

We stayed connected as our body's cooled down and the effects of our releases evened out. His arms never once releasing me, holding me close almost as if he was protecting me.

This freaked me out a bit, but I did what Harley said. How did this make me feel?

Good. Cherished. Cared for...no matter the words, I liked them all.

In the past I would have already been in the bathroom cleaning up and racing out the door seconds after finishing. I was a wham bam thank you ma'am type of girl. Now I didn't move, not even an inch...and dare I say cuddling (yep I was cuddling).

Shit, Mac was really good at this relationship stuff (and he was a great cuddlier).

Picking me up, he carried me to the bathroom where we showered together (him demanding to wash me as I leaned against him). Then with no concern for himself, he dried me off first (then himself) and then carried me back to bed where we were once again cuddling (more like spooning).

And before I freaked out, I realized that I liked all of that to.

"So you want to tell me why Harley has been hiding from you all day?" He asked as his hand mindlessly caressed my arm.

"Because she is evil." I mumbled into the pillow.

Chuckling, his lips leaned down to peck my head. "So just Harley being Harley then."

"Yep that about sums it up. The woman will get what's coming to her." I playfully threatened.

"So speaking of Harley..."

Mac started and then stopped. Tilting my head back I looked up at him and waited.

"Not sure if you have noticed but there seemed to be an influx of bikers arriving today."

"Yeah...what's that got to do with Harley?" The bikers have made my home a second home these last few weeks and I have grown to love having them around (not that I would ever admit that out loud).

"I asked them to keep quiet about it."

"Mac..."

"The boys will take mind to her and not say anything."

"Mac dammit..."

"Axel and Maggie had a rip roaring fight. Apparently at the club house in front of everyone. The bitch is jealous and doesn't want Axel here...near her. Says he is spending too much time here."

Shooting up and out of Mac's arms I screamed. "That BITCH!"

"Calm down Jules."

"It's not like he is here having an affair. The man is helping us track down terrorist for fucks sake."

"I know that baby...and you know that...but she doesn't."

Well fuck. No she doesn't, the Intel was confidential. That still didn't make me not hate her at this point in time.

Grabbing me by the arm, Mac guided my body back into its previous position.

"There's more." He added, tightening his arms.

Crap I knew this was not going to be good.

"Well as the brothers started to scatter once the screaming started, I am not sure what else went down after that. But somehow they ended up turning good. Apparently she is now shacking up with him...all official like. They were fucking on the pool table to celebrate when Trigger got the hell out of there."

Well shit...this really sucked. Especially for Harley. Living together meant things were getting serious and even though the guys liked Maggie, I was still on the fence. At first I liked the woman, but since then something was off about her and I just couldn't pinpoint the issue. Mac said it was because I was a loyal friend and I was trying to find something to not like her...and I guess that could be it but I wasn't confirming it.

"This is going to suck for Harley."

"Yeah baby...it is going to suck for Harley."

Cuddling tighter to Mac, I decided to take Harley's advice and held on as tight as I could. And Mac didn't disappoint me, tugging me even closer to his warm body.

Yeah, I liked that too.

As I started to drift off, I noticed that Mac's hand was caressing my hip and thigh. Even though I could barely feel his touch due to nerve damage, I imagined that it felt nice.

Smiling, I held on and fell asleep.