Repo (The Henchmen MC 4)

"We're not all good on that front," he countered my point from several minutes before.

"Repo..."

"No," he cut me off, putting two fingers against my lips to silence me. "Shush for a second, alright? We need to get some shit straight and if you keep trying to interrupt me, this is gonna take all night. Now, I think we both get that my job is to not allow you into the MC. By whatever means necessary. It sucks. It's not fair. But that's the way it is. I get that you're going to resent me for that. And I know it means it's going to be hard to trust..."

"Okay. Hold up," I said, brushing his hand away.

"No, listen."

"No, you listen..."

"Maze, I want to give this a shot," he said over my objection, effectively shutting me up.

"Give what a shot?"

"Whatever this is," he said, waving a hand between us.

"This is nothing. We had sex. That's not a big deal. We can be adults about it and move on."

"That's what you want? You want to move on?"

"Yes, that's..."

Then his lips were on mine, his hand going into the hair at the nape of my neck, curling in and pulling, as his teeth bit into my lip hard enough to bruise. On a groan, I reached out toward his sides, dragging him against me as he pressed me into the fence, tongue teasing mine until I let out a whimper. At the sound, he pulled back suddenly, his breath warm on my face as my eyes fluttered open.

"Sure about that?" he asked, lips quirked up on one side.

"That was low."

"But it proved my point, didn't it?"

"I believe the fact that we're obviously attracted to each other was my point, not yours," I countered with a small smile, my lips still tingly from the kiss.

"It's part mine too. We're attracted to each other. We did a pretty ace job on the fucking front. And on top of that, I like what you have to offer, Maze. I'd like to have a chance at receiving all that. When all this is done."

I was with him until the last part, when I felt myself straightening. "When all this is done... meaning when you send me packing," I observed as I used my hands that were still at the sides of his abs and pushed him back a foot.

"Maze..."

"Do you really think it's a good idea to try to build some kind of... relationship on your killing a dream of mine?"

"It's not personal, honey."

"I hate that phrase. It's personal to me."

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. It was a ridiculous conversation to have. Because if Repo succeeded in kicking me out, which he seemed determined to do, there was no chance of us getting together in any capacity. Because if I lost the protection of The Henchmen MC, I was going to be relocated. Probably clear across the country. I wouldn't be able to keep in contact, not that even if I could it would make any difference. Long distance relationships were for college and temporary work assignments, not girls on the run from freaking Russian traffickers.

"Maze..."

I opened my eyes slowly. "You're telling me there's not a single chance of getting patched in here?"

Repo paused, raking a hand down the side of his face. "Yeah, that's what I'm telling you."

I tried to ignore the swirling, free fall sensation in my belly and reached for the front of his tee, pulling him forward. "In that case..." I said, pulling his lips down to mine.

I would ride it out, continue doing my grunt work, deal with whatever they wanted to throw at me, learn things if anything was offered that would be useful for my future, and I would enjoy every last stolen moment I could with Repo. Because, in the end, what did it matter if I was going to be out on my ass anyway? Soon, and there was no telling how soon, but soon, I would be relocating. So what was the use in denying myself something I wanted?

"Maze, we weren't done..." he started against my hungry, insistent lips.

"Yeah we were," I countered, my lips going to his neck as my hand drifted down his stomach and flattened over the crotch of his jeans where his cock was already hard and straining. My hands moved up the soft, worn material of his pants to his fly, quickly undoing it and reaching inside to stroke him, sliding my thumb over the head at each pass, until Repo made a low, growling sound in his throat and snagged me at the wrist, pulling my hand away.

Giving him a mischievous smile, I lowered myself down in front of him, using my free hand to free him and stroking down his cock to the hilt before leaning forward, head tilted up, eyes on him, I slowly took him into my mouth, using my tongue to tease the head before I took him deep. His deep blue eyes were intense on mine, the lids heavy. A muscle was ticking in his jaw as his hand released my wrist and moved to stroke the hair out of my face.