Thunder (Hell's Handlers MC 10)

But as she gazed around the table, Mak’s heart sank. Truth whispered to her, getting through, no matter how hard she symbolically covered her ears.

It’s too late.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

THUNDER HAD PLANS for tonight.

Epic plans.

Tonight’s mission, which he’d already accepted, was to ensure Makenna forgot she was responsible for raising her five siblings. Forgot her money troubles. Forgot she had an abusive ex-husband out there searching for her.

They were going to drink, dance, and have fun with his family. Once they’d had their fill of socializing, he planned to take her back home and spend the rest of the night worshiping every inch of her delectable body.

Epic plans.

He jogged up to Mak’s door then gave it a knock, which he’d given up doing days ago. The house was about a hundred times quieter than usual, and Thunder felt an odd disappointment at not being able to say hi to the kids tonight. Cassie had all of them. Lindsey was joining the older girls in helping Cassie take care of the younger ones.

A solid few seconds ticked by before a “Coming!” came from inside. He frowned. That didn’t sound like Mak. It sounded more like—“Kristy,” he said, as she pulled the door open.

“Well, hey there, hot stuff.” She propped her curvy hip against the door frame as she folded her arms across her chest, plumping her tits up until they nearly spilled from her skimpy tank top. The move seemed so practiced, yet it probably had most men slobbering and making fools of themselves to get a taste of her.

Thunder’s dick didn’t so much as twitch. “I’m almost afraid to ask what you’re doing here.”

“Why, I’m helping your lady get ready,” she said in an exaggerated southern belle accent.

“Jesus,” he grumbled. “She better not have on some shit that shows off what’s mine alone to see.”

Though annoying, the interaction had been worth it to witness the shock on Kristy’s face.

“Well, fuck me with a giant cock,” Kristy said.

“I’ll pass,” he muttered under his breath.

“Never in a million years did I think you’d become a possessive ape.” She rolled her heavily made-up eyes. “If the girl wants to show off her bangin’ body, I’m not the one who’s gonna discourage her, sweet thang.”

“Kristy, who is it?” Mak yelled from the back of her house, probably her bedroom.

“It’s your boyfriend,” she called back in a singsong voice.

“Thunder?” Mak appeared in the hallway visible from the door. “Why’d you knock?”

Well, shit. His face grew warm.

The glee forming in Kristy’s eyes had him wanting to wring the woman’s neck. “Oh, aren’t you just the cutest. Mak, I think he wanted to pick you up all formal-like for your date.”

“Will you please get the fuck out of here?” he growled through clenched teeth.

Of course, she wasn’t remotely offended by the tone or the request. “Sure, sure. I can tell when I’m not wanted.” She pushed off the door frame and stepped outside, allowing Thunder into the house.

“Thanks, Kristy,” Mak said, waving to her friend.

“Anytime, honey. And don’t just spread your legs for this one here. Make him work for it. It’s good for his soul.”

Thunder slammed the door, which did nothing to hide Kristy’s victorious laughter. “That woman is a bad fucking influence,” he said as he turned around. “Holy shit.” Finally, he got a good look at Makenna.

Forget his former remarks. If this was Kristy’s doing, he owed the woman a bottle of her favorite champagne.

With her cheeks pink, Mak smoothed her hands down her short, very short, shimmery black shorts. “Too much? Kristy promised me I wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb, but I don’t know…”

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, every man in the room is gonna get hard the second they see you.” He’d be sending death glares all night at this rate.

“What?” she squeaked. “I’m not wearing this.”

“Babe,” he said as he rushed forward and caught her hand before she took off. “How do you feel in this?”

She looked down at the black crop top. He imagined Kristy had to force the garment over Mak’s head. It wasn’t risqué, but it was sexy with thick, black shoulder straps, a fine black mesh covering her chest, and it revealed a fair yet not obscene amount of cleavage. The lower part of the top molded to her body, leaving a two-inch strip of skin peeking out.

He wasn’t even going to try to keep from stroking that tease of flesh all night. On her feet were spiky black heels that gave her an extra few inches. That would make kissing even more fun than usual.

“I feel good. Sexy, even,” she whispered, as though afraid someone would overhear the confidence.

“You look hot as fuck, Mak. You will never stick out like a sore thumb, but you will stand out because you’re beautiful.”

“Thunder…” She gave him a sweet smile. “You haven’t kissed me yet.” She spoke against his lips.