“We’ll make time.” He rose to his feet, keeping me wrapped around him, and carried me into the bedroom, kicking the door closed on Barney. The dog was none too happy and whined at the door, but I couldn’t bring myself to let him in. It was a little too weird.
Mack dropped me gently on the bed and leaned over to kiss me, raising up enough to pull his T-shirt off over his head, and then taking care of mine. “Got the results back,” he said as he kissed my neck.
“And?”
“I’m clean.”
I giggled. “Well, that’s a relief.”
He grinned, drawing a nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. I mewed and arched against him as he bit down gently. He continued to focus on my nipple as he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. His hand slid inside, under the band of my panties, and between my legs. I squirmed at his touch, his thumb sliding to my clit. “Soaked.”
“Yes,” I breathed out.
“Mine.”
“Ohmigod, yes.”
Mack slipped one finger inside of me and then two, continuing to assault my nipples as he finger fucked me. I whimpered when he removed his hand, but he divested us both of our clothes quickly and then he settled his hips between mine and guided himself inside of me.
“Logan,” I whispered, and wrapped my legs around him, arching up.
“So beautiful, baby.” He drew my nipple back into his mouth again as he surged deeper and deeper, faster and faster. He caught my scream in his mouth as my orgasm hit and I felt his cock pulsate as he came inside of me.
We rolled to our sides and I ran my thumb across his mouth. “I love you.”
He kissed my hand. “I love you too.”
“Will it always be this good?”
“Yeah, I think it will be.”
“Why?” I pressed.
Mack smiled, sliding his hand to my bottom. “Because it’s never been this good for me with anyone.”
I rolled my eyes. “Shut up.”
“Hey, you asked, Darien.” He gave my butt a gentle slap. “I told you I’d never lie to you.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“I’ve never loved anyone before. Not like this, anyway. I love my brothers, but if I had to choose between them and you, it’d be you—”
I gasped. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.” He kissed me quickly. “I’ve slept with a... few women...” I coughed to cover up my snort, and he continued with a smirk, “And it’s never been like this, so yes, I think what you and I have will last because what we have now I’ve never had before.”
“Wow,” I whispered.
“Exactly.” He kissed me again and then slid out of me and headed to the bathroom. “Hungry?” he called.
“Starving,” I responded, and slithered off the bed (considering my legs were jelly). I grabbed my toiletries from my bag and followed him to the bathroom.
“Want to shower with me?” he asked, turning on the water.
I grinned. “Is the pope Catholic?”
Mack chuckled and stepped into the shower. “I cleaned off a shelf in the medicine cabinet, by the way. I also cleared out a couple of drawers.”
“Thanks, honey.” After I pulled my hair into a bun on top of my head, I grabbed my body wash and face soap and followed him. He pulled me close and kissed me, stepping under the water. I leaned back, hard to do when he had his arm wrapped around me, and shook my head. “No getting my hair wet this time. I’m not in the mood to blow dry it again.”
“But I love it when you’re wet all over.”
I giggled. “So I’ve noticed, but seriously, it takes forever and I want to curl up with a good book and a glass of wine while you’re at church, not deal with my stupid hair.”
He grinned and kissed me. “Okay, baby.”
“But that doesn’t mean you can’t soap up the rest of me.”
Mack laughed. “Challenge accepted.”
And challenge completed... several times over.
MACK LEFT AROUND seven, an hour after we’d finished his kick-ass chili, and I curled up with Barney on the sectional in the basement. I had every intention of reading, but got sucked into a movie, made so much better on his giant television. Of course, I wasn’t able to stay awake too long into it, but the first hour of the movie was captivating.
I was awoken by Barney’s bark and I sat up, flipping off the television and tiptoeing to the bottom of the stairs. I checked my phone and it was almost midnight.
“Babe?” Mack called.
I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “Down here, honey.”
Mack jogged down the stairs and frowned. “You okay?”
“Yes.” I raised my head for a kiss. “I fell asleep and Barney woke me, so I wanted to make sure it was you.”
He smiled. “Good plan.”
“How was church?”
“Not fun,” Mack said with a sigh.
“Sorry, honey.”
“Thanks. But now, I want to take my woman to bed. You tired?”
I smiled. “Not too tired for you to take me to bed.”
“I ran by the store and grabbed a crate and dog bed for Barney.”
“You did?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I want him to feel like this is home as well.”
I slid my hands around his waist and gave him a squeeze. “I love you.”
“Ditto, baby,” he said, and kissed me gently. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.”
“Yes, please.”
He chuckled. “You put Barney out and I’ll grab his stuff.”
“Okay.”
I called the dog and we followed Mack upstairs. After getting Barney settled, we locked up and got totally sidetracked getting ready for bed. Partially because I realized I’d completely forgotten to bring my birth control pill, but mostly because I always got sidetracked when I saw Mack naked.
“Darien?”
“Hmm?” I met his eyes. “Oh, sorry, what were you saying?”
“Did you take it today?”
“Yes.”
“What time?”
“Four-thirty.”
“Same time every day?” he continued, while my eyes dropped to his chest.
“Yes.”
“Babe?”
I met his eyes again, this time he was laughing. “Sorry, what?”
“You’re worse than a man.”
“Excuse me?” I settled my hands on my hips. “It’s not my fault you’re sculpted out of granite! I can’t help but stare at you.”
Mack laughed, stepping toward me and sliding his hands to my bottom. He pulled me against him, kissing me gently. “You’re gorgeous when you’re being a perv.”
I slipped my hand between us and wrapped my fingers around his hardening cock. “You’re gorgeous all the time.” He let out a breath as I moved my hand up and down his length. “Research time.” I knelt in front of him and slid my mouth over his tip, smiling as he threaded his fingers into my hair. I will admit, I had absolutely no experience, but I had an idea of what I needed to do and I was determined to do it well. I took him deeper and reached around to grab his ass for balance.
My prowess in the oral sex department didn’t last long, as I felt strong hands hook me under my arms and I was lifted onto the bed. “I’m not fin—” I never got the rest of my complaint out, as Mack thrust inside of me and all breath left my body with an, “Ahhh.”
His mouth claimed mine as he continued to surge into me, his hand cupping my breast before sliding down to finger my clit. I cried out as my orgasm hit, but didn’t have time to enjoy it, as I was flipped onto my stomach. “Hips up, cheek to the mattress, Darien.”
My heart raced as I did as he directed. He lifted my hips higher and slid into me from behind and I lost my breath. Ohmigod, I’d never felt anything better. “Logan,” I breathed out in a pant.
“Shhh, baby. Make it last.”
“I... ohmigod.”
He slapped my butt and I nearly came. “Darien,” he warned. “
Don’t come.”
“How am I supposed to do that?” I snapped. Every time he moved, I felt like I was going to explode and he was expecting me to control that somehow? Gah!
He chuckled, sliding partially out and then back in. “Concentrate.”
I let out a frustrated groan and Mack gave me another quick smack on my bottom making me come so hard I lost my breath for a few seconds.
“Fuck, Darien,” he breathed out, and sank deep. “Your cunt’s greedy.”
I closed my eyes and nodded, my mind and body overwhelmed with pleasure. Mack continued to move slowly, his hands settled on my hips, and I continued to moan as my orgasm built. He shifted slightly, sliding his hand to my belly. “Spread baby.”
I spread and he lifted me, keeping his cock firmly inside of me, so I was straddling him backwards. I dropped my head back, onto his shoulder and whimpered.
“You okay?”
“God, yes,” I panted.
With his left arm anchoring me against him, he rolled a nipple between his fingers while his right hand slid between my legs. I rose slightly, then lowered and realized (rather excitedly) just how much power I had.
“That’s right, baby,” he whispered, and I raised up again, mewling as I slid back down. “Fuck,” he rasped, and his finger found home.
I called out his name as I came and he pushed me back down and slammed into me, over and over, until he let out a satisfied groan, whispered, “I love you,” and rolled us gently onto our sides in spoon fashion.
I wanted more, so I reached between my legs as I rocked my hips, dropping my head back against him.
“Greedy pussy,” he whispered, replacing my hand with his, his finger going straight to my clit and bringing me to yet another perfect orgasm.
Mack slid out of me and I rolled to face him, settling my cheek to his chest. “Is my... um, am I really greedy? I mean, comparatively.”
“Yeah, baby, and that’s a good thing.” He wrapped an arm around my waist and ran a finger over my hip. “A very good thing.”
“Would you tell me if it wasn’t?”
Mack lifted my chin and met my eyes. “Where’s this coming from, Darien?”
I felt the heat creep into my cheeks. “I just don’t get a lot of feedback from you.”
He chuckled. “Like a progress report?”
“No!” I squeezed his side. “Just something. I can only assume I wasn’t very good before, or you wouldn’t have stopped—”
“Darien,” he interrupted, rolling me onto my back.
I licked my lips and took a deep breath.
“I stopped you before because if I didn’t, I was gonna come in your mouth, and I figured you weren’t ready for that.” He ran a finger across my jaw. “For someone who’s never done that before, you picked it up fuckin’ quickly, honey.” His finger continued down my chest and across to my left breast, rolling my nipple. I arched into him. “If you need the words, baby, then I’ll give ’em to you. But the fact I can’t get enough of you, and think about you every second of the day is something new to me, so I’m not sure I can put what I’m feeling into words.”
“Logan,” I whispered.
“With you, I’m a fuckin’ teenager again, Darien.” His hand slipped between my legs and he kissed my neck gently. “I’m rock hard, all the time.” I spread a little so he’d have better access. “I’m in danger of coming the second I touch you, but it doesn’t matter because as soon as I come, I’m hard again.”
“Logan,” I whispered again, and he kissed me. Deeply.
He slid his arm to my waist and rolled with me, landing on his back. I straddled his hips, lifting up slightly as he guided himself inside of me. I lowered myself with a sigh, bracing my hands behind me on his thighs.
“See, baby?” he rasped. “Rock hard.”
I nodded. “Perfect.”
I raised up again and Mack grabbed my hips. “Slowly, honey.”
I fell forward with a giggle. “You are no fun.”
Mack’s hand went between us, his finger to my clit, and he grinned. “Rock, baby.”
I pressed into his fingers and rocked gently, my hands on his chest, my head back as he brought me to the edge and then over the cliff. As I came around him, he rolled me onto my back and slammed into me, dragging my thigh up as he thrust in harder.
My second orgasm came just before his, and he caught my scream with a kiss as I wrapped my arms around his neck and slid my fingers into his hair.
“Still need the words, Darien?”
I giggled again. “No, perhaps not.”
He used both of his hands to slide my hair from my face. “I love you, baby. Don’t ever doubt it. I’ll try to be better about telling you that, yeah?”
I swallowed and nodded. “I love you too.”
He slid out of me and off the bed. “Come shower and then we’ll sleep.”
“I can’t move.”
Mack leaned over me with a grin. “Need me to carry you?”
“Definitely.” I found myself tugged off the bed and hauled over his shoulder. “Logan! This isn’t what I had in mind.” I reached down and whacked his butt.
He laughed and lowered me gently to the bathroom floor. “Fun for me, though, baby.”
“I have to admit, it was a pretty incredible view.”
“Perv.”
I giggled and turned on the water before giving him a kiss. “Your perv.”
He lifted me into the shower. “Most definitely my perv.”
As we made love in the shower and then twice more in his bed before we fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms, I was blissfully unaware of what was coming. And that may or may not have been a good thing.
TWO MONTHS LATER, I hung up the phone with a frustrated growl. For the last three weeks or so, Mack and I had been bickering. I knew he was stressed and I knew it was because of things going on with the Dogs, but it was at a level unusual for us. I was the lucky recipient of the brunt of his frustration and since he couldn’t (or wouldn’t) share, I was getting a little fed up.
I was also stressed, but outside of Mack, my stress was good. I’d bought a house and I was closing in two days. My sales had grown to the point that I could afford one. Nothing flashy, but a sweet little historical home in downtown Vancouver, Washington. I chose Vancouver, because living in Washington State was going to save me a butt-load of money on my taxes, and since it was only a hop over the bridge, it was still close to everything I loved.
Pauley was moving in with me and we had been packing up the apartment for a month. Her OCD tendencies were working in my favor because she was a champion at organizing. The boxes were sorted and numbered, labeled in detail, and neatly stacked against the walls from whence they came.
I was frantically trying to finish up the second book in my series and had the idea for a third. I was finding the ideas came faster, and not having a “real” job helped in the focus part. I woke up when I wanted to, went to bed when I wanted to, which certainly helped with my energy. I rarely felt tired during the day anymore, let alone exhausted, and it was liberating.
I was, however, concerned about my boyfriend. He was distant and quiet (unless we were making love), and we barely had any time together. Something had to give, but since it wasn’t my schedule and general mood that was the problem, I had no idea where to start.
As I sat down to eat the Chinese takeout I’d picked up a little while ago, my cell phone rang. “Hey, Millie.”
“Are you sitting down?”
I frowned. “Yes, why?”
“I have something to tell... well, show you, and I don’t think you’re going to like it.”
“Okay,” I said slowly. Millie had been acting a little stranger than normal lately as well, but not un-Millie-like, just more secretive than normal.
“I think Mack’s cheating on you.”
“What?” I snapped. Millie had also become a little distant and she wasn’t a big fan of Mack, but wouldn’t or couldn’t tell me why. Mack didn�
��t talk about Millie at all, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like her, he just didn’t typically talk about anyone outside of his club brothers. He didn’t even talk much about Kim, although they were still close.
“This woman I work with, Katya. I saw her and Mack together today,” she said. “I took a couple of photos. I’ll forward them to you.”
“Millie, what’s going on with you? Are you trying to break us up? Because I’m pretty sure Mack would never cheat on me.”
“Pretty sure, but not one-hundred percent, right?”
“Why do you hate him?”
“I don’t hate him,” she argued. “But I’m also not going to sit back and watch him hurt you.”
I stamped down my sudden anger towards my best friend and sighed. “Send them over, Mill. I have to go.”
I hung up and the photos showed up a few seconds later. They didn’t look good, but I also knew my man, and I knew he’d never cheat on me, so I called him immediately. It went to voicemail, so I decided that since I knew where he was, I’d go there. In person was always better in these sorts of matters anyway.
Pulling into Big Ernie’s parking lot always intimidated me and today was no different. It didn’t matter how often I’d been here, I still felt like I didn’t belong. But I soldiered on, granted access through the first secure door and then the second, arriving in the lobby where Train was sitting with his feet on the desk. I was a little taken aback by his presence, considering I hadn’t seen him up close and personal since the night at the club. Whether it was by design or not, he seemed to keep his distance from me.
“Not a good time for you to be here, Darien.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I really need to talk to Mack, though. Can I wait for him?”
He dropped his feet to the floor. “Fuckin’ pain in the ass, woman.”
“Well, I don’t see how that language is necessary right now, Train,” I grumbled.
He scowled at me as he rose to his feet and stalked out of the room. I had no idea if I was supposed to wait, follow, or get out, so I decided to have a seat and hoped he’d give me some direction when he returned. I dropped my head into my hands and squeezed in an effort to ward off the rapidly approaching headache.
“What the fuck, Darien?”
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