I step out and grab a fluffy white towel, handing it to Mac. She clutches it to her chest, watching me with tired eyes as water drips from her hair. “Are you okay?”
No. I’m not okay. My insides are bruised as if I’ve taken a punch to the gut. I want to stomp off and sulk, but I can’t seem to tear myself from her side. Her hold over me is so strong the entire world could implode and it still won’t break.
“I’m okay,” I say, because above all else, I care most about what she wants. About her happiness. And I care about the limited time we have together. I don’t want to ruin it with another in a long line of endless fights. “Come here.”
Mac steps out onto the bathmat, her eyes shuttering, but not before I see the relief. That they shuttered at all just about kills me.
I take the towel she’s clutching to her chest. She stands still as I use it to dry her off, letting me take care of her. “What do you want to do?” I ask, rubbing at her hair. She’d let it grow for a while but now it’s back to its short, choppy style just above her shoulders. I love it this way. It’s sexy. Sassy. It suits her perfectly.
“How about a movie?” Mac suggests. “I can make popcorn?”
“With butter?” I ask as she steals the towel from my hands.
“Uh huh,” she murmurs, dabbing drops of water from my chest. Her eyes glaze a little, like they always do when she stares at it. I enjoy knowing my body gets her hot. A single glance and the rise in her blood pressure is entirely visible. But only to me. The crest of her cheekbones flush the palest of pinks. It gets my cock stirring eagerly. I flex a little and get treated to the corners of her lips tipping upward. “And a drizzle of golden syrup.”
Mac knows my favourite.
An hour later we’re settled on the couch, our bellies full. Mac is wearing a thin cotton tee shirt and panties. The most I bother with is a pair of boxer briefs, the colour a deep red.
I’m laid out on my back. Mac rests on top of me, but further down. The side of her face is pressed to my naked abdomen, her tits are squashed against my hips, and her fingertips flutter along my thighs. They trail upward, tickling lightly, absentmindedly, until I feel them tug a little at the red cotton. “I like these,” she murmurs, her eyes on the television. We’re watching a Dwayne Johnson action movie. Mac was agreeable because she thinks he’s hot. Lucky for me she has a thing for the big, bulky dudes.
“That’s because you bought them for me.”
“I knew they’d be perfect on you. Red is your colour. It looks nice against all this tanned, tattooed skin,” she says, her palm skimming up and over my abs. They contract slightly at the feathered touch. “Mmm.”
Her touch lowers, leaving a trail of warmth in her wake. I snag her wrist before she reaches my rapidly hardening dick. “Uh uh,” I rebuke, setting her hand to the side, though it pains me to do so. “Movie.”
Mac huffs and my chuckle is deep, making her head wobble where it rests against my stomach.
My gaze returns to the screen of the television, but a scant five minutes later the flutter of her fingertips travel along my hip. Lust tingles down my spine.
“Mmm,” she moans huskily when my cock jerks against her breastbone.
“What are you up to, hmm?”
“Nothing.” Mac tilts her head and presses a kiss to my heated skin. “Nothing at all.” Her tongue snakes out with a slow lick and a shiver racks my body. “Watch the movie, Romero,” she orders.
Mac slithers downward. Her tongue trails a delicious path until it reaches the edge of my underwear. Then she hovers her mouth above my covered cock for a long moment. Her breath is light through the thin fabric, yet my cock feels it and gives another almighty jerk, knowing how close it is to receiving pleasure.
I grasp her chin with my thumb and forefinger, my grip harsh as I lift her head. Mac’s green eyes are dark when they meet mine. “Somebody’s hungry,” I say, my voice gruff because having her like this, submissive and at groin level, steals my breath. “You want to suck it, Princess? You want it in your mouth? Or do you want it in your pussy?”
Mac licks her lips. “Jake …”
“Tell me,” I say, giving up all pretence of watching the movie. “What do you want?”
“Both,” she croaks, her fingers tightening against my skin. I feel their pull, their need to touch, all the way down to my toes. “I want both.”
My hand releases her chin in unspoken permission.
Free to do as she pleases, Mac tugs my underwear down. My hard dick surges upward, pulsing heavily. Without wasting a single second, her hot, wet mouth closes over the head. I watch as she slides down and sucks upward and my head tips back against the arm of the sofa. A hoarse groan breaks free of my throat.
Just like that I’m ready to come. My cock surges further inside the wet heat, desperate for more. I fist my hands at my side to stop them yanking on her hair to shove her mouth further down.
I let myself surrender to her mouth and tongue for an entire minute. Then I sit forward and grasp underneath her armpits, pulling her off and dragging her upward. Anymore and I’ll shoot through the roof.
“I’m not finished,” Mac snaps before my lips cover hers and smother her complaint as she straddles my hips.
She sinks into my body with a moan of surrender. The sound sets me on fire. My blood burns as I grab her thighs. My fingers dig into flesh as I stand from the couch and lift her with me.
I take the stairs one at a time as Mac kisses me, her lips soft, wet, and relentless. We reach her room and I toss her gently on the bed. She bounces backward, her breath hitching when I reach for her panties and inch them slowly down before tossing them behind me.
Leading with my left knee, I climb on the bed between her legs and spread them as I move upward. My calloused palms glide along her skin until I reach the crease of her thighs.
My finger skims along the golden skin just above her right hipbone. “You need a tattoo,” I say, circling the area. “Right here.”
“Oh?” Her body quivers when I lean down and lick my tongue flat across the spot. “What should I get?”
I bite down on my bottom lip, doing a bad job of halting the possessive grin. “Property of Jake Romero.”
Mac gasps but her eyes light up with laughter. She rips the pillow out from behind her with a giggle and whacks me in the face with it. It’s the equivalent of getting punched by a butterfly. “I’m not your possession!”
I laugh and cup her pussy with my palm. “Maybe not, but this is.”
She tosses the pillow to the side and grabs for my cock where it still pokes out above my underwear. She holds it like a handle. “Then that makes this mine. Perhaps you should be getting a tattoo that says Property of Mackenzie Valentine.”
I grin. “Gladly. He’s proud to be all yours.”
“Oh he is, is he?” My dick is still hard as stone, and she gives it a good squeeze. “And how do you know that? He’s likely proud to be anyone’s.”
“Shhh,” I whisper, putting a finger to my lips. “He has tender feelings, Princess. He’ll be hurt to hear you think him so fickle.”