"Damn you, Leah." Cole rasped and nipped at her lip, shooting bolts of pulsing energy through her womb and shocking her pussy. "Damn you for leaving. Damn you for coming back."
She jumped up in his arms and wrapped her legs around him. Jesse held her in place. "I'm sorry if I hurt you when I left."
"What hurt," Jesse countered, "was that it took you so long to find your way back."
"I agree," Cole stated. "I've missed you, Leah."
"And I've missed you. Both of you."
"Just promise not to leave us again," Cole said. "I don't think I could go through this again."
"That makes two of us," Jesse added. Cole threw his brother a loving, yet stern glare. "What? You've been a complete asshole, Cole."
"I'll take care of that." Leah pushed her tongue deep inside Cole's mouth and kissed him hard. After flicking the end of her tongue across his lower lip, she pulled back. "I'm not going anywhere."
"You hurt me when you left." Cole looked deep into her eyes, shattering her resolve.
Tears filled her eyes. "You hurt me when you didn't stop me."
"And you are both hurting me taking too goddamn long making up," Jesse murmured against her neck as he rocked his hard cock up against her ass.
"Fine." Cole stepped back and looked at Leah in Jesse's arms. He waited so long to speak that when he finally said something, Leah could barely breathe.
"I think it's time for us to show our woman how a country boy survives, Jess."
"Oh, I agree." Jesse dove at her neck and nipped at her flesh.
Our woman? Leah definitely liked the sound of that. She couldn't help but smile when Cole stepped back up and sandwiched her between the Henry Brothers--her cowboys--once again.
"We have a hell of a lot of making up to do," Cole pointed out.
"Absolutely." Leah swallowed and pulled both her cowboys tight against her body. "I think the first thing we should do is go--"
Cole shook his head and flashed her that crooked grin. "No. No more going. I want you to come ."
"Come?" Leah smiled. She definitely liked the direction this was going.
"Oh yeah," Cole agreed with his crooked grin. "Jess, get the toys."
"Don't forget the Juicer," Leah added.
They all laughed as they made their way up the stairs.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Eve Adams currently resides with her family in southwest Montana, surrounded by real cowboys who give her visual inspiration for her stories.
MACKENZIE'S MELTDOWN
Amber Carlton
DEDICATION
To Jenny, for making me think outside the box.
MACKENZIE'S MELTDOWN
AMBER CARLTON
Copyright 2009
Chapter 1
The warm hand on her back signaled that Tim might be ready for round two. Round one had been fabulous, but Mackenzie Dawson wanted to sleep now. She hoped to forget the miserable day she'd just had.
"I'm tired, Tim." She pushed her hands under the pillow and buried her face.
"I'm not."
One thing about Tim irked her to no end. For all his laid-back serenity, an over-achiever rested behind his calm demeanor. Tim wouldn't give up when he wanted something. She admired that, but not tonight. To Mackenzie's way of thinking, one over-achiever in a bed seemed like plenty, and she'd had enough for the day.
His long hair brushed across her shoulder as he moved closer. His breath on her skin tickled almost to the point of annoyance as he began to gently massage her back. She'd never turn down a massage, and it certainly wasn't Tim's fault she felt antsy and wired, despite coming three times. She could chalk that up to her own hyper-drive.
She wiggled. "Harder, Tim. You know I like it harder."
He chuckled. "I can give it to you harder."
Still grumpy, Mackenzie grunted. "I'm talking about the back rub."
His big fingers kneaded the muscles of her neck. It felt so wonderful she thought she might purr. That wouldn't be good. Tim had a big enough ego already.
"The sex wasn't good?" he asked. "That's kind of surprising. It's usually good. You came, what? Three times?"
She peeked at him through some unruly curls. "It was good, Tim. It's always good. But I had the worst day ever, and I just need" He pressed his knuckles along her spine. She practically melted into the mattress. "Ohmygod that feels incredible. Do it again."
He had magical hands. She'd accused him before of taking shiatsu classes behind her back. That's definitely something Tim would do. His perfectionist nature practically demanded it. No half-assed anything for Tim Murphy. Well, almost no half-assed anything. He had a few minor flaws, which she tried desperately to overlook.
His hand pressed its way down her back, finding hard knots and releasing the tension, then moved to her ass. He rolled his knuckle into her soft flesh, causing her to groan in pleasure and a small bit of pain. How did someone get tension in their ass?
"It's those high heels you wear constantly," Tim said.
Tim had obviously been taking courses in psychic readings, too.
"I like my heels. They make me taller, and I like the clicky noise they make. Besides, I feel more grown-up in heels."
"They look great on you, but they fuck up your back. And your ass."
Mackenzie lifted her head and stuck out her lip. She frowned. "Are you saying I have a fucked up ass?" He pushed her head back to the pillow.
"You have an incredible ass, and you know it. But the heels aren't good for your spine, and your spine affects your ass. Otherwise this wouldn't hurt." He pressed into a spot on her butt that sent a shiver of pain through her legs. "Feeling better yet?"
She rolled her shoulders. "A little. But I'm still tired."
"You're trying to hide. That doesn't sound like the Mackenzie Dawson I know and love."
Leave it to Tim to know the truth.
She lifted her head again and gave him a smile. "Maybe that fabulous dinner you bought me is putting me to sleep."
Tim's hand swept down to her thigh, rubbing, caressing. The massage had changed into seduction. She didn't mind. Her pussy had begun to throb again and even though she was still wet from coming three times, she felt more moisture pool between her lips.
Tim pressed against her. "It's not every lucky lady that gets two whoppers in one night." His cockhard, warm and pulsingprodded her thigh.
Mackenzie groaned. "Please, Tim. I don't think I can handle your humor tonight. My day was less than stellar."
His finger dipped between her legs and she opened her thighs wider. If he wanted to give, she'd be more than happy to take.
"Every day is filled with stress in your world, Mac. What happened today?"
His hand dipped under her body. His finger found her clit and circled lazily. He wouldn't push. He'd wait until he had her complete attention, and he'd just about gotten it. Tiny shivers ran beneath her skin and her clit ached. She wanted to come again, but first she had some things to get off her chest.
She rose up to her elbows. "Fucking Gary Marks is what happened. That promotion is mine, Tim. I've worked my ass off the last year, sucking up to every toady in the company, being an indentured servant to every client we have. I've brought more money in the last quarter than the three previous ones put together, not to mention increasing the client list. They should have handed that promotion to me on a silver platter along with the keys to a Mercedes. Plus a substantial bonus."
Tim kissed the top of her head, like a parent whose child is having a tantrum. "I take it Gary wants it, too."
"Fuck that. He had the balls to go behind my back and undermine my efforts with a client I'd been courting for the last six months. Now The Powers That Be want us to prepare a presentation for the client. Like a PowerPoint duel or something. It's fucking ridiculous."
"So? Did you do it?"
"Of course I did it! Well, mostly. I'm almost done. I hate doing PowerPoint. It's
like fucking show and tell for adults."
"Good. Speaking of fucking, maybe"
Mackenzie flounced onto her back with a huff and stared at the ceiling. "I can't let this promotion slip through my fingers, and I'm sure as hell not handing it to Marks. I'd like to cut off his dick and feed it to somethingsome kind of animal." She turned her head, her lips pressed together as she thought. "What animal do you think likes to eat dick?"
"Probably any of them." He ran his hand soothingly through her curls. "Relax, Mac. Gary isn't here right now. It's just you and me."
"A shark maybe. Or an alligator. Fuck the dick. They can have his whole chubby carcass."
Tim dropped back to the bed, lay on his side and stared into her face. He looked amused, and she didn't like that one bit.
"Don't you dare laugh at me, Tim."
"Wouldn't dream of it. Not when you're like this. I have big plans for my dick tonight, and feeding it to a hungry animal isn't on the agenda. Come here, Mac."
He lay quietly, waiting. The thing she liked most about Tim was his ability to read her, but that's what best friends did, right? They knew even at your worst, with enough time and patience, you could be cajoled into your best. Tim had been her best friend since third grade and her lover since high school graduation. He knew her better than anyone in the world.
She lowered her eyes and chewed on her lip. Maybe she did need to forget about Gary Marks and Latham Pharmaceuticals for another hour or so. Tim's hand kneaded her breast, squeezing gently, trying to tug her out of work mode and back into bed. He rolled her nipple between his fingers and she breathed deeply, trying to relax. Her pussy pulsed, reminding her that, despite the Gary Markses of the world, not everything was fucked up.
"That feels nice," she whispered.
"That's my girl."
He dipped down and ran his tongue over her nipple, the wet warmth tickling her in a not-annoying sort of way. When his lips closed around it and began to suck, Mac took another deep breath and let herself be swept away. She trusted Tim to take her anywhere he wanted to go. He reached between her legs, and this time when he touched her clit, his over-achieving finger went into action. He knew exactly how to touch herhard, tight circles that would send her soaring. It never took long. Her legs tensed and her back arched as the orgasm swept through her. Her body convulsed under his talented hands and mouth. Her groan filled his mouth as he covered hers in a kiss.
When the last flickers of pleasure had passed, Mackenzie turned, pushing Tim down to the mattress. She straddled his hips, letting her gaze wander over his long, lean body. She took his rigid cock into her hand, stroking it, rubbing her finger slowly over the swollen head, just the way he liked it.
"You're so patient with me, Tim. I really appreciate that."
"I know you do, Mac." He nodded toward his cock. "My dick's not quite as patient as I am."
She laughed. "I noticed that. Let's see if we can make him happy."
She snatched a condom off her nightstand and rolled it over Tim's cock. She lifted up, settling his cock between her pussy lips, and pushed down. The hard length slid into her soaked pussy up to the hilt. Tim groaned, a sound of such pleasure Mackenzie reveled for a moment in the power their bodies had over each other.
"You're so wet," he said. "Wow. That feels great. So tight."
He grabbed her hips, yanking her closer. She ground her pussy against him and he took the hint. His hand pushed between her thighs, his palm tight against her clit. He rubbed for a few moments, pushing her close to the edge.
Putting her hands on his chest, she let her fingers slide through the hair that sprinkled his flesh, enjoying the coarse texture and the tightening of his muscles beneath her fingers. She leaned toward him and pumped her hips slowly, beginning a nice, slow ride to ecstasy. The muscles of his thighs bunched as her ass hit them on her downstroke. With each upstroke, his palm slid against her clit, creating wonderful sparks of flickering pleasure.
Tim's free hand grabbed her ass, his fingers prodding her skin, encouraging her to go faster. She gave him what he wanted, increasing her rhythm, ramming his cock deep into her body with each stroke. As she withdrew, her pussy clenched around his cock, refusing to let go and drawing more moans from Tim. He closed his eyes as his breathing increased with her pace. When his fingers squeezed her ass in an almost painful grip she knew he was close.
She pushed off his chest, arching her back, using her thigh muscles to lift up and down on his cock. She reached behind her to cup his balls, massaging, rolling them lightly in her hand. They tightened into a hard sac. Tim grabbed her breast, squeezing hard then pinched her nipple between his fingers. It was enough to send her over the edge. Her head dropped back and her eyes closed. Her pussy spasmed around the pulsing cock buried inside her. She felt the warmth of his cum as it shot into the condom. Tim's body tightened and then he shuddered beneath her. Her entire body shook, trembling with the force of the pleasure rippling through her pussy, her clit, and her muscles.
Tim's hands dropped back to the bed as she fell against his sweaty chest. Listening to the erratic beat of his heart, she cuddled into his shoulder.
"Now do you think you can sleep?" she asked.
"Not a doubt in my mind. Just let me get up for one minute"
He disappeared into the bathroom to take care of his business then settled back into the bed, pulling up the comforter and drawing her close. She lifted her face up for a goodnight kiss. His mouth touched hers softly. After a few moments, his sleepy voice drifted around her.
"Don't worry about Gary Marks, Mac. He's got nothing on you."
"Thanks, Tim."
She kissed the side of his neck then rolled over on her side, his arm still wrapped tightly around her and his hand cupping her breast.
* * * *
"Shit, shit, shit!"
Mackenzie threw off the covers and stomped across the room. She tugged on the shade and the room flooded with light. Tim muttered something about being blinded and pushed his head into the pillow. She yanked the comforter off his big body and slapped his ass.
"I didn't set the fucking alarm. I'm late. I have a meeting in forty-five minutes. Half-way across town."
She peeked in the mirror and grimaced. Her hair stuck out in all directions, wild and unruly, a mop of red surrounding a pale face. Her perfectly messy style now looked like a mental patient's in need of meds. She raked it back off her face and it flopped down with an attitude. She didn't have time to do anything with it this morning. Oh, who the hell cared? She'd be stuck in PowerPoint hell most of the day anyway. How could she have forgotten to set the fucking alarm?
"You're making too much noise. How can you stomp so loud with bare feet?" Tim rolled over and threw his arm over his eyes.
"Get your ass up and make the bed. I've got to get in the shower. Move it!"
She tore into the bathroom, twisted the shower on and jumped in. She screeched when the cold water touched her skin, but she didn't have time to wait for it to heat up. She soaped up, scrubbing her pussy to get rid of that oh-so-too-much-sex scent. She didn't need to smell like a bitch in heat. Her male coworkers would follow her around all day, sniffing at her. They'd done it plenty of times before.
She stepped out, grabbed a towel and dried off as she stumbled back into the bedroom. Tim was dressed in his ratty jeans and tight green t-shirt that said Murphy's Miracles . She took one second to admire the way his muscles stretched the fabric. Hmm hmm, good.
She noticed he'd made the bed in the usual Tim Murphy way. For some reason, his over-achievement never extended into domestic territory, but beggars couldn't be choosey and Mac liked her bed made.
She hopped into a pair of nylons, trying to slide them over her damp legs. She swung her face toward him.
"Did you make the coffee?"
"Of course." Tim fluffed a pillow and settled it on the bed, trying to get it the way she liked it, but not coming quite close enough. When he saw the look on her face, he tried again. He glanced up fo
r approval and she rolled her eyes.
She screeched as her foot ripped through the bottom of the stocking. "Fuck!"
She yanked open her lingerie drawer and ripped open another package.
"Pop-Tart," she barked.
Tim fluffed another pillow.
"Now!"
"Yes, your highness."
He dropped the pillow onto the bed, not so perfect this time, and sauntered out of the room. She quickly rearranged the pillows, finished dressing and followed a few minutes later. She snatched the Pop-Tart out of his hand, stuffing half of it into her mouth.
Tim rooted in the refrigerator, apparently looking for something more substantial. "Why don't you ever buy groceries?" He opened the freezer. "They make really good frozen breakfast foods you know. All kinds of thingsburritos, biscuits, waffles" His voice echoed amid the ice trays and cartons of ice cream. "Waffles are great."
She tried to talk around a mouthful of doughy crust. There might have been a bit of strawberry in it, but it tasted kind of vague and could have been anything. "No time to shop."
"Speaking of time" Tim glanced at the clock.
"Shit!"
She scrubbed her mouth with her hand. Tim reached for a cloth to wipe the crumbs from the counter. She ran into her home office, slammed her laptop into the case and careened back into the living room. Tim was waiting at the front door. She struggled into her red heels, trying to balance her laptop case, purse and coat. He tapped at his mouth. She looked at him and shook her head, her brow furrowed.
"You're naked," he said.
"Fuck!" She stuffed everything into his arms and hunted in the bag-o-crap known as her purse for her lipstick. She seriously needed to get a smaller purse. This one collected things like a magnet. Her lipstick tube emerged with a movie stub stuck to it. She couldn't remember the last time they'd gone to a movie. She plucked it off, dropped it back inside and then turned to the foyer mirror. She smoothed the red lipstick over her lips. She turned to Tim, her head cocked.
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