Page 8 of Oz (Marked Skulls MC 4)
“But that isn’t the life you want for yourself,” he said, and I nodded. I knew he’d understand.
“I thought I did, but I realized I didn’t and I was desperate to leave,” I blurted. Oz stopped in his tracks and I did too. “I had to fight with them. They don’t speak with me anymore. I think they hate me because I disappointed them,” I continued. I could hear the glitch in my voice. I was close to breaking into tears. I didn’t think I could cry this easily, not in front of a stranger.
But from the way Oz was staring at me now… I’d forgotten he was a stranger, that I didn’t know him at all. It felt like I could tell him anything and it would be fine. He wouldn’t judge me at all.
We were standing close to each other now. If I wanted, I could touch him. He could touch me too if he wanted, but he didn’t. Despite the way he looked, despite the gun I knew he was hiding somewhere, despite how intimidating he seemed—Oz was a gentleman and that was how he acted.
“It’s okay to put up a fight for what you think is right,” he said. I gulped. My throat had gone dry. “Do you regret it now?”
I shook my head.
“I don’t regret anything. I will never be able to describe it to them, how much I love it here. How much I love my freedom and the ability to make my choices, and not have to worry about if I’d make a good housewife!”
A nervous laugh escaped my lips and Oz nodded his head.
“Well, then that is all you should care about. If they really love you, they’ll come around soon. It’s your happiness that will matter,” he said. I stared into his blue eyes. They were sparkling but stormy at the same time. Like the ocean.
“I went through something similar not too long ago. My sister, well, she’s the only family I have—she had problems with the life I was choosing,” he said.
I could sense he was about to make a reference to his MC lifestyle, and I was curious to find out more but I remained silent.
“And what happened?”
“She put up a fight, and I put up a fight too. But in the end, I knew Alexis would come around because I am important to her. So is my happiness. Very soon, she figured out I had made the right choice.”
I couldn’t help but smile. I could see how much it meant to him too.
“So, everything is fine between you two?” I asked.
“More than fine. She’s marrying the guy who recruited me to the MC,” he said. My eyes grew wide. I was interested. It sounded like a crazy romance, and even though I shouldn’t have, I still believed in romance.
I looked away from Oz, my cheeks flushing with delight and curiosity. A sound of a bike revved in the distance. Oz moved his body closer to mine and I felt my cheeks burn hotter.
“I should get you home,” he said and I nodded, starting to lead the way again.
Chapter 13
Oz
We’d reached the top of the stairs of her apartment building, and now Kaya was digging around for her keys in her purse. I stared at her, at how simply beautiful she looked tonight. Without makeup, without fancy clothes—this woman had the ability to make my cock move in my pants by simply existing.
“Darn it!” she mumbled as she fumbled in her purse some more.
“Am I making you nervous?” I asked her, and Kaya looked up at me with her wide green eyes. Her cheeks were red again, and she tried to look away but couldn’t. I could see she was a little embarrassed, and I took a step closer to her.
“I love it when you blush like that,” I grunted, and she blushed even harder.
Kaya’s mouth fell open, just an inch, and her eyes roamed over me. That was all the cue I needed to know she wanted what I wanted. I took another step towards her and the purse fell from her hand to the ground.
I grabbed her by her waist pulling her body close to mine, and pushed her back into the wall. Kaya gasped and she kept her mouth open so I could kiss her.
I devoured her. Plunging my tongue straight into her mouth so I could taste her. She groaned and moaned, trying to arch her head back, while I kissed her deeply. She was sweet, and shy, and it took several moments before she opened up to me… like a fresh Spring flower.
Everything about her was soft and beautiful and I pushed against her harder. I could feel the softness and warmth of her small body. She kissed me back with more vigor now. I could feel my cock growing in my pants. This could go on forever.
Then, she moaned again and before I knew what was going to happen next, she was pushing against me, her hands on my chest.
I stepped away from her, my shoulders heaving as I stared at her with desire. I knew she could see it in my eyes.
“I have to go…I should go in…” she stammered.
I clenched my jaw. I was disappointed, I was frustrated. There was no way I could hide that.
“Sure, of course, you should go in,” I said and took another step away.
For a moment Kaya just stared at me. I could sense there was something else she wanted to say to me, but she kept it to herself.
“I…I…thank you for walking me home, Oz,” she continued in a heavy whisper. I could taste her sweet lip gloss on my mouth. I wanted to lunge at her and take her into my arms again. But she needed space.
Then she whipped around and picked up her purse and found her keys in a jiffy.
I waited a moment till she’d opened her door and stepped safely inside. Then, I ran a frustrated hand through my hair and turned. Tonight was going to be a long one without her.
Chapter 14
Kaya
I rushed into the apartment and leaned against the door, breathing in and out sharply because I had no idea what to do next. I had never kissed someone like that before…a complete stranger. Someone I wasn’t dating. What was happening to me?
And I’d enjoyed the kiss. I wanted more. Wanting more of Oz was what had made me stop. I didn’t want the kiss to stop, but something in my brain clicked and I was afraid.
What was I afraid of? I knew that Oz was the last thing I needed to be afraid of. I knew I could trust him.
I jerked open the door again, hoping that he hadn’t left already. Oz was in the middle of the staircase but he stopped and turned to look at me when I opened the door.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
I didn’t have the right words to say. How was I supposed to explain to him what I was feeling? I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.
“Kaya?” He was walking up the steps again. His brows were crossed like he was worried for me.
“I…I want you to come in,” I murmured.
The creases on his forehead smoothed and he clenched his jaws.
“Are you sure about that, Kaya?” he asked.
I stepped to the side, making room for him to come into my apartment. He didn’t need any more convincing. Within moments, Oz was inside and I was shutting the door behind him.
“I’m sorry I pushed you away, earlier,” I said, clasping my hands together nervously.
Oz was looking around my place intently, like he was trying to figure me out by the things I had here.
“Everything in its place and a place for everything,” he said, so softly that I almost didn’t hear it. He was making a comment about how neat all my things were. I tried to smile at him, but I was nervous.
“I like to keep the place tidy,” I said, and he shook his head.
“So, you better not see the mess in my apartment,” he joked, but I felt a tug in my belly. He was making a reference to his apartment. Did that mean he wanted me to see his place? That there was a chance of something more happening after tonight?
I was staring at him, and Oz stepped up towards me. He reached for my face and I was paralyzed to the spot. He took my cheek in his large warm hand.
“You are not like any other girl I’ve met before, Kaya,” he said.
“And I’ve never met a guy like you before either, Oz,” I told him. He smiled, before he leaned forward and kissed me again. This time I had the courage to throw my a
rms around his neck and hold him close to myself. I wasn’t afraid of letting him feel the shape of my body.
Now I was sure that he wanted me the way I wanted him too.
When Oz pulled his mouth away from me, I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore. He had literally taken my breath away.
“Fuck. You are so sexy,” he growled. Before I knew what he was going to do, he lifted me up. I squealed, giddy with excitement and threw my legs around him. This was exactly what I’d fantasized about when I first saw him at the diner. My legs thrown around him, Oz carrying me in his arms.
Now he took me to the wall behind us and pinned me to it while he started kissing me again. I pressed my eyes close. His mouth was everywhere.
On my mouth. On my neck. Down the front of my sweatshirt. He tightly cupped my right breast with his large hand and I sighed. While his hand travelled down, he flicked my erect nipple and I thrust my hips out towards him.
I had never behaved this way before. It was all new to me.
What would my family think if they knew the way I was acting now? They would disown me! They’d never speak to me again.
