Eraser Platinum

by Keith, Megan

  Mackenzie cried out in ecstasy when she finally climaxed, but it didn’t end there. One orgasm crashed into another, wave after wave consumed her body, until she felt like she was drowning in ecstasy. Nate’s movements continued, milking her, as his mouth stole her sounds.

  He loved taking that from her, drawing her pleasure into his body. Her internal muscles squeezed him tightly. When he finally came he pulled his lips from hers and cried out. Pumping his seed into her, the feel of owning her never more present than the moments when he filled her like that.

  She took a shaky breath and then she felt it, that burning in her stomach, that overwhelming pounding in her heart, love. Her connection to him deepened in that moment. She couldn’t see a future without this man in it. He was right. As usual, he was right. She had to be with him always.

  Mackenzie quickly settled into life at the mansion after they left England. Her apartment had been let go and her belongings moved in. She didn’t have much in the way of furniture worth keeping, not compared to Nate’s beautiful furnishings, so she sold or donated most of it.

  She was working day and night at The Blue Room. The business was getting transferred to hers and Alex’s names in a matter of days. They’d already hired Andrea to take promotional photos for their new website and brochures. It was all very exciting that she was about to become a business owner. Not just any business either, but the prestigious bar she’d come to love, with her buddy Alex, no less. They’d been having so much fun together, her and Alex, strategizing and planning their new venture, that even though she no longer worked as a late night waitress, she still managed to come home late most nights.

  “I’m off!” Mackenzie said, collecting her bag. “Don’t forget we have that meeting with the printer tomorrow at one.”

  “Got it! Will you go home already?” Alex said with a chuckle. “You’ve been saying you were going to leave for the past hour!”

  “I know. There’s just so much to think about.”

  “And it will still be here tomorrow.” He gave her a shove toward the door. “Go home to Mr. Hot Shot.”

  “You’ve really got to stop calling him that.” Mackenzie laughed.

  “Oh come on, it suits him!” Mackenzie quirked her eyebrow at him. “Alright.” Alex conceded, throwing his hands up in defeat. “Seriously though Mack, I still can’t believe this place is going to be ours. I can never thank Nathaniel enough for this opportunity.”

  Alex’s eyes glistened as he spoke sincerely and Mackenzie had to pull him in for a hug, it was either that or get emotional at the look on his face. He squeezed her back before pushing her away and pointing to the door.

  “Now leave!” he said with a smile.

  “’Night Alex.”

  It was almost ten o’clock by the time Simon dropped her at the door. She walked into the house expecting to see Nate in the front room, scotch in hand, waiting for her like he had been doing since they came back from the UK, but the room was dark and empty. She crossed the large foyer to see if he was in his home office instead, but that light was off too. Thinking he must have gone to bed she went to the kitchen to grab a drink before heading there herself. It was the second night in a row he hadn’t waited up for her and she couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

  She’d just reached into the fridge to grab a bottle of water when the back door swung open and the kitchen light came on giving Mackenzie a fright. She turned around to find Hilda standing there.

  “Oh! You scared me.” She held her hand to her chest and smiled at the woman. “What were you doing outside so late?”

  “Oh, um, just getting some fresh air,” Hilda replied. It sounded more like a question and she looked rather uneasy.

  “Is everything alright?” Mackenzie asked with concern. She’d really come to love Hilda in the time she’d gotten to know her. “You’re not feeling sick are you?”

  “Oh no, dear, I’m fine. Might head to bed though,” she said, but didn’t attempt to move.

  “I’m heading there myself,” Mackenzie said absentmindedly.

  “No!” Hilda practically shouted. Her face instantly flushed with embarrassment before she ducked her head. “Shit,” she said under her breath.

  “What’s going on?”

  Hilda took a long moment before replying, “Look, you weren’t meant to be in here just yet. I was going to put it on the fridge on the way to my room.” She sighed. “It seems Simon drove a little faster than Nathaniel anticipated.”

  “Hilda, what are you talking about? Put what in the fridge?”

  “Not in, on the fridge. Here.” She held out her hand to Mackenzie, giving her a piece of paper. “Just pretend you found it.” Hilda gave Mackenzie’s hand a firm squeeze before she let the paper go. “I’m sorry.”

  Hilda walked past Mackenzie into the corridor leading to her room without saying another word. Mackenzie’s heart started hammering in her chest. She’s sorry? What on earth does she have to be sorry about? She stared at the folded piece of paper with apprehension. Why would Nate be passing notes? And why wouldn’t Hilda want me to go to bed?

  She was too nervous to open it. She’d been working so many hours lately, she’d felt as though they hadn’t spent enough time together. Maybe they were drifting apart. Nope, not possible. She knew her feelings hadn’t altered at all, if anything they were stronger.

  She took a large gulp of water and placed the bottle on the counter. What was so hard to say that he couldn’t say it to my face? She took a deep breath. Her fingers trembled as she unfolded the paper.

  Relief flooded her. She read it twice more just to be sure that she’d read it right. She smiled. He wants kinky outdoor sex? That I can do.

  The wait was killing him. What if she went straight to bed? Maybe she didn’t see my note on the fridge. He checked his watch again. By his calculations she should be here by now. He was not a patient man and he’d waited long enough. He’d waited for the right moment; when she was ready. He hoped like hell he’d read the signs right this time.

  Nate had spent the better part of the afternoon and evening setting it up. With a little help from Simon and Hilda, he had woven hundreds of fairy lights throughout the willow tree and garden. They’d set out speakers for music and decorated the lawn with her favorite flowers. Tom had stopped by only to tell him he was mad; he couldn’t understand why Nate didn’t just hire somebody to do the work for him. It was easy to throw cash about to get things done, but that wasn’t Mackenzie. He wanted to do this for her. He wanted it to be perfect.

  When Simon received the call from Mackenzie, to come and collect her from the bar, he’d had to quicken his pace to set the scene he envisioned. At the very last minute he’d sent Hilda inside with the note to stick to the fridge door, knowing Mackenzie’s routine was to grab a bottle of water when she got home. What is taking so long?

  Her step faltered when she rounded the corner of the house. Her hand flew to her mouth and she gulped as she took in the sight in front of her. The twinkling lights were what Mackenzie noticed first. There were so many. The garden was littered with them and the tree … it was a work of art. Her eyes darted from one part of the garden to the next. It was so beautiful it brought tears to her eyes. Even the lawn was carpeted in gloriosa flowers. Covered, except for a pathway that lead to the tree. Their tree. She took a couple of shaky steps and her heels sunk into the plush lawn so she removed them.

  Even from where he stood, hidden under the branches of their tree, he could tell her eyes were glistening with fresh tears. He watched her take off her shoes and then she was coming his way. His heart beat wildly at the sight of her, his beauty, his Mackenzie.

  Music began to play from somewhere as she gradually walked down the path, her toes feeling the cool dampness of the grass underfoot, while her eyes wandered the grounds. She’d always loved this garden but she never imagined it could look quite this spectacular. It was majestic, like a fairy tale, the warm and starry night adding to the stunning atmosphere. It seem
ed to take forever to get to the beautiful tree. She pushed the branches aside, and then she found him. Nate stood in front of the trunk, wearing a steel gray suit. His hair was slicked back and he looked so very handsome. He smiled at her, that flashy one she adored, and she slowly took the remaining steps to meet him. Nate held out his hand and took hers. She opened her mouth to speak but there were no words. Only a million butterflies in her stomach.

  “Papillon,” he said, as if he knew that’s exactly what she was thinking of. He lifted her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist, his eyes never leaving hers. Then she heard the lyrics of the music that surrounded them – You have started the beginning of my life. As usual, Nate had timed the music perfectly, the words reflected her own thoughts – her life really hadn’t begun until he entered it.

  His hand shook as he lowered the volume of the stereo. He’d never been more nervous, yet it felt so right. He couldn’t take his eyes off her jade ones, glistening in the speckled light, wet with tears. This is it. He took a shaky breath.

  “You once told me of the willow tree where you grew up and your make believe stories of princesses and fairies. They were bittersweet memories for you, so I want to give you new memories. Perfect memories of a real fairy tale, because this is our tale, Mackenzie. It may have started out unconventionally,” his smile broadened to a smirk, “but it’s still a fairy tale none the less. Because you are my princess. The one for me. I love you with all of my heart, Mackenzie, it’s only ever been yours. And I love how fiercely you love me back and that I am the only one you’ve ever allowed into your heart, because that makes it mine, just like the rest of your body.” Mackenzie let out a nervous laugh. “And I love your laugh. It is my favorite sound. I want to hear your laughter for the rest of my life. I want to be with you always.”

  She could see how choked up he was, his dark eyes glistening with tears making her own flow down her cheeks. He got down on one knee and Mackenzie held her hand to her mouth to stop the sobs from escaping.

  He took his grandmother’s platinum diamond ring from his jacket pocket and held it between his thumb and forefinger, presenting it to her.

  “Mackenzie. Please, for the love of god,” he chuckled, “will you say yes this time? Will you marry me?”

  She nodded fervently, as more tears escaped.

  “Pardon?” he asked, with his sexy smirk at full force and his eyebrow cocked.

  “YES!” She dropped to her knees in front of him and held out her shaky hand so he could slip the ring on her finger. Then she cupped his face in her hands. “I love you so much.”

  “Was that really a yes?” he asked, wide-eyed.

  “Yes, Nate, I want to be your wife,” she said, before pressing her mouth to his.

  He kissed her back passionately. His hands snaked around her as their tongues caressed. He could feel her heart rapidly beating in time with his own as they pressed their chests together. And that’s how they belonged – two hearts that beat as one. He’d never had any doubt.

  When their kisses eventually slowed, Mackenzie stared dreamily into the dark eyes of the man she’d met at the bar, the elusive and arrogant bastard that promised her one night, and she shook her head.

  “What?”

  “Just remembering.” She smiled cheekily at him and he knew there was a smart ass comment lurking beneath the surface.

  “About what a prick I was to you when we first met?” he asked with a smirk.

  “How did you know?” She gasped mockingly.

  “Because I know you.”

  “And you can offer me pleasure like I’ve never known before, right Sir?” She laughed.

  He pulled her hair so that her face was tilted up to him. “I own you, Mackenzie, I will have you whenever I want. It will still serve you well to remember that.”

  “Oh, I know it.” She smiled and he relaxed his tight hold. “But the man I went home with that very first night? He’s not who you are now.”

  He stared at her for a long while. He stroked her hair tenderly, then kissed her on the lips. “That’s because you erased him, Mack,” he whispered. “You are my beginning and my end.”

  Nate flicked through the photo album in his lap. His finger trailed the side of her cheek in the photograph. He looked at the enchanting woman with a mixture of sadness and joy. Sad that he couldn’t experience that time again; the day Mackenzie was the most stunningly beautiful bride on the planet. He exhaled loudly, flicking to the next page where Andrea had captured a private moment between him and his new wife, one where they were oblivious to the camera. Mackenzie’s jade eyes were focused on Nate’s brown ones, they both wore the biggest smiles as they gazed at one another adoringly.

  They had been so in love, everything that day had been perfect. They had the ceremony in the garden under their tree and the reception on the back deck. A temporary dance floor covered the pool so they could take in the views of sunset over the lake, while they danced. It had been a small wedding and held in secret; the press only found out weeks later. Only their closest family and friends were present. Carol and Lincoln had welcomed Mackenzie into their family with open arms, treated her as their long lost daughter, and Mackenzie loved them as if she were, even going as far as to call them Mom and Dad. Mackenzie’s real mother had made an appearance, though strained. Alex had given her away that day as he was the closest thing she had to a brother and her father was nowhere to be seen. Mackenzie never let it phase her though. Always so strong, my papillon.

  He flipped to the next page. Mackenzie was laughing in that shot as she danced with Henry, her long white gown trailing the makeshift dance floor. In the next photo Nate and Mackenzie stood side by side carving their initials into the tree with a big ‘4’ in between; a permanent marker of their union. Then he turned the page to view his favorite photo – Mackenzie as she walked toward him, right before they said ‘I do’. She held gloriosas in her hands, of course, as well as his heart.

  If only he’d known then how much things would change once they got married.

  “What are you doing?”

  The sudden voice made him jump. He hadn’t heard her enter the room. He closed the photo album and placed it on the bed beside him. She came closer and put her hand on his shoulder.

  “Oh, I see.” She eyed the album. “It was a beautiful day, Nate.” She sat down next to him on the bed, one arm resting around his shoulders, the other on his chest, taking a moment to reminisce.

  And then she shoved him, pushing his chest until he was flat on his back. She climbed onto his lap and gave him a smile that didn’t give him the same pleasure as it used to.

  It gave him more.

  It was their one year wedding anniversary and it had been the best year of his life.

  “I was just thinking about how I love you more and more every day,” Nate said, beaming at her. Life had changed since that day one year ago, it had only gotten better. “If I could relive that day every year I would. I want to marry you again and again.”

  “Really? Well I’d like to relive the honeymoon part.” Mackenzie said, rocking on him.

  “That can be arranged.” He rolled them both so she was underneath him. Then he stretched his arms out, pushing himself back so that he could take in her outfit. “Do you like it?” he asked, eyeing her up and down. She was dressed in the new black see-through negligee he’d bought for her – an anniversary present.

  “I love it.” She smiled up at him. He licked his lips in anticipation, leaning forward to give her a kiss. “Present first.” She ducked under his arm.

  She sat up on the side of the bed and reached into the nightstand to retrieve the small, long white box. Mackenzie was nervous. She wasn’t sure what his reaction would be. She passed the gift to him apprehensively.

  “A pen?”

  She shook her head. “Open it.”

  He removed the silver bow and lifted the lid.

  “What? Is this a ...?”

  He met her watery gaze, she nodded her head in co
nfirmation, a tear falling down her cheek. “I'm pregnant.” She smiled cautiously at him.

  “But how?” His expression remained blank.

  “I went off the pill a few months back.” She was met with silence.

  He looked back down at the positive pregnancy test in his hand. “You mean … you want this?”

  “Yes,” she replied softly.

  He wouldn't lift his head, he was showing no emotion in his voice and Mackenzie had no clue what he was thinking. All of her worst fears came to mind. To surprise him was a stupid idea. What was I thinking? I should never have gone behind his back on this. His shoulders started shaking, his body still slumped. She was getting scared. “Please say something.”

  Then he finally looked up. Tears streamed down his face, past the widest grin he'd ever given her.

  “I'm going to be a dad?” He cried. All she could do was nod as her own tears rolled down her cheeks. Relief flooded her. “Come here.”

  He pulled her into his arms and she curled up against him. His hand found its way to rest on her belly.

  “You’ve given me absolutely everything I could have dreamed of, papillon. Thank you.”

  “I love you, Nate.”

  Even though the series has come to an end for you, I hope you will still try to keep HIS name out of any comments and/or reviews (which I really love to read, by the way). I’d love for new readers to learn Sir’s name the same way you did. Thank you so much!

  Thank YOU for sticking this series out. I hope the ending is all YOU hoped it would be. Thanks for putting up with my cliffhangers and teasers, and for taking Mack and Sir’s story into your hearts. I have loved all of the interactions that this series has provoked – even the threats of violence if I didn’t give these two their happy ending or hurry up with the next instalment! I love it! Thank you to anyone that has ever taken the time to write a review, comment or message. It really means so much and makes me so very happy!