I keep it up. Mac wants rough. She likes it. I lick and suck hard, giving her what she wants.
Taking her left leg, I lift it and hold up the back of her thigh with my hand. It exposes more of her to my eyes. She’s beautiful everywhere, and so fucking hot it’s almost unbearable. I slide a finger down the silken skin of her pussy before I slip it inside, moving in and out.
“Fuck,” she pants, her hips moving with me.
I push in another.
“Oh god, yes,” she hisses, biting her bottom lip.
My head dips and my mouth finds her again. My fingers continue to drive in and out. The rougher I become, the harder she breathes and the more her hips grind against my mouth.
A shudder racks my body. If I’m not inside her soon, I’m going to blow in my shorts. I draw back, letting her leg drop so I can get them off, but I’m too impatient. I’m aching too much to have her. All I can manage is to shove my shorts down.
“Get down here,” I growl with a rough breath, tugging on her leg.
She slides until her ass hits the floor.
I spread her legs and the little restraint I have left snaps. Leaning forward, I line my cock with the entrance to her pussy. Fuck condoms. At this point I’m too far gone to care.
“Condom,” she pants.
“Why?” I glare, holding my position. “Have you been with anyone else?”
It’s a ridiculous question. It’s been years. Of course she has. But I haven’t. God knows I’ve tried. There have been more opportunities than I can count. But it always felt wrong, and I would stop before it reached the point of no return. I didn’t care that my friends thought me mad shunning numerous advances. I wasn’t going to sleep with a girl just to look good in their eyes.
The pain of losing Mackenzie Valentine had been too raw. It still is. She’s all encompassing. Like the sun. She rises and sets, but she never dims, and no matter what I do, I can’t block her out.
“Fuck you, Jake,” she snaps in answer to my question. “Put one on or this isn’t happening.”
I draw back and jab a finger. “Don’t move.”
I stand and kick off my shorts as I walk to the bathroom. The box inside the cabinet beneath the sink is almost empty. I grab one, tearing the wrapper open with my teeth and sliding it down my cock as I walk back.
Satisfaction is a hot surge when I see Mac still there, right where I left her. I kneel back down, and she looks at me for a long, pained breath.
“Not like this,” she says.
Mac turns over and gives me her back, then leans her forearms on the couch. My eyes travel the sweet curve of her back and down to the round cheeks of her ass. My cock twitches. Her ass. “You want …” I almost choke. “You want me to fuck your ass?”
“No.” She pushes back against me. My hips surge forward of their own accord, and I rub my cock between her cheeks. “I want you this way.”
Her head lowers, waiting, expectant.
And then I know and my heart aches.
Mac can’t look at me. She wants to pretend it’s not my cock inside her body. She doesn’t want me, she wants a faceless fuck.
With an angry snarl, I grab the soft skin of her hips and pull her close. Guiding my cock, I slide inside, inch by inch, until she’s full of me. Her round cheeks rest against me as I hold her tight. “You don’t want to see who’s fucking you?” Reaching forward, I take a fistful of hair and wrench her head back and to the side. The angle ensures she can’t miss seeing me, and what I’m doing to her. “Too bad.”
I draw out and drive back in. Hard. And then I do it again. And again. And again.
Fuck. I can’t last at this pace. “I should give you that spanking you deserve for the way you talk to me.”
There’s no should about it. I let go of her hair and my hand connects with her ass cheek in a light slap. Mac’s eyes close and I’m rewarded with a long, slow moan as her skin turns a faint shade of pink.
My cock tingles and I’m ready to explode. I grab her hips and stop, trying to think of algebra and old Mrs. Lawrence who taught fifth grade. She was ancient and never shaved her legs. The manlike hair would poke through the beige stockings she wore.
Mac whimpers and pushes against me, begging for me. “Harder, Jake. Please.”
Oh Christ. I’m done for. I slap her again without even thinking about it. Harder this time.
She cries out and the flush on her ass colours to a deep rose. God, why does that feel so good? And look so hot? Combined with the sweet taste of her on my lips, it’s sensory overload. I’m about to come like a freight train.
I wrap an arm around her waist and press my chest against the bare length of her back. It allows me to reach her clit. I find it and rub as I drive in and out, silently begging her to come so I can let go.
She does. Mac gives out beneath me. Her pussy contracts and shudders, forcing me to explode. My cock pulses. I wrap both arms around her as I ride the enormous wave of sensation.
Emotion overwhelms me. God, I love this girl. So much.
Mac mumbles something I don’t catch.
“What?”
She pushes backward. “Get off me.”
My brow furrows as I draw out slowly. I tug the condom off and tie it in a knot. Rising on unsteady legs, I walk to the kitchen and throw it in the trash. When I return, Mac is half dressed and reaching for her shirt.
My stomach dips. “What are you doing?”
Her response is cool. “Leaving.”
Fuck. That hurts. “Mac …”
She pulls the tank top over her head and twitches it in place. When she’s finished, she looks at me. “Jake, you were an itch. I scratched it.”
Mac walks to the door and takes the handle. She turns, taming her mess of her. “Thanks.”
Then she leaves.
I’m left standing naked, staring at the back of the closed door as I wonder what the hell just happened.
MAC
Fifteen months later…
ANZ Stadium Sydney
After arriving for sound check, Evie and I walk on the stage, taking in the huge stadium of my home city. It’s late January and the afternoon sun is bright and hot. The arena is empty, minus the stagehands rearranging barriers, sorting cables, and doing everything else they need to do in order to ensure a smooth, successful concert.
Evie wears oversized sunglasses, yet she still has to shade her eyes as we stare out over the cavernous space. I glance at her, seeing both pain and triumph on her face. As the person who pushed Jared and Evie together, I feel responsible for both. The past year has been nothing less than turbulent. My beautiful friend has been dragged through hell and it isn’t over yet.
Jamieson and Valentine caught a case involving two criminal brothers. Jared shot and killed one. The other, Jimmy, remains at large, revenge now his sole purpose in life. He’s determined to get his hands on Evie and exact similar retribution. She’s being watched around the clock by the Badass Brigade and yet months later, Jimmy still eludes the authorities.
We’re all on edge waiting for him to strike again. It’s exhausting, and yet every time I try taking matters into my own hands, I get thwarted. Mostly by Travis and Mitch. Jared’s sole focus is on Evie.