dibs

by Kristi Pelton

  “Take my boxers off, Samantha. I want to feel your fingertips graze over my body. When you go home, I want to remember your touch. I will carry it with me. I swear to God, I want that to be the very last memory I think of before I meet death.”

  The eloquent declaration spoken so softly was the most beautiful words I’d ever heard, yet led to utter confusion in my head. My touch was so memorable that he wanted to remember it on his deathbed, but he was willing to say goodbye with little to no hesitation.

  Pushing the mixed up thoughts to the side, I measured his reaction as I gently scraped my nails over his sides, sliding my fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers and slowly inching them down his body until they pooled at his feet. I’d never in my life met a man so masculine. Nor had I ever had the opportunity to taste one.

  His eyes stayed closed. For days all I wanted was him to close his eyes when I was naked, but now…I needed to stare into those blues. His eyes talked to me sometimes more than his mouth.

  When my hand circled his swollen cock, he exhaled a long, deliberate breath.

  “Mac,” I whispered, his eyes peeled open. “I wanna know more about you.”

  For a short second, a grimace flashed over his face and then quickly disappeared. With the backs of his knuckles, he drew down my cheek.

  “I need you tonight, Sam. Like I’ve never needed anyone. No talking. Please. Stroke me.” The deepness in his voice settled somewhere between my nipples and the wetness in my panties. Instantly, my hand began sliding up and down his shaft.

  There was vulnerability about him tonight. It was a side of him I hadn’t seen, but I liked it as much as all the other sides. Both his hands fisted in his hair like he was trying to hold his head on his neck.

  A small pool of semen leaked out of the tip. I lapped over it with my tongue; unexpectedly, he clutched my upper arms, lifting me.

  “What do you want from me?” he growled, causing my heart to skip a beat.

  “Nothing!” I hissed, assuming that’s what he wanted to hear. He’d already made it clear we were going separate ways. There was no doubt in my mind that he wouldn’t hurt me but what the hell was he doing?

  The blue in his eyes crystalized when he released my arms. My fingers tingled as blood rushed back toward my hands.

  “Get on your hands and knees, Samantha,” he whispered, but it lingered in the stillness of the room.

  Puzzled, I knelt on the floor because even though my mind clouded with confusion, there was nothing I wanted more than to meet his sexy demands. I’d read about dominant men but never had I experienced one.

  His hand gently hooked my underarm and lifted me back to my feet. “Hands and knees on the bed, Sam.”

  Oh. God, I hated my ass and the one damn hemorrhoid that had never gone away since Jake’s birth. Yet, I did exactly what he asked. Thank goodness, my panties still covered me. My heart pounded in my throat as the anticipation got the best of me.

  When his hands slid beneath the hem of my panties, I braced myself for my entire body to be bared to him. Suddenly, the lace ripped easily with his strength. He. Ripped. My. Panties. Off. His palm cupped and caressed gently over my butt cheeks as goose bumps fanned out over my skin.

  SMACK! The slap robbed me of breath. I’m still not sure if I heard it first or felt it first, but the sting I would remember forever. What the fuck? When I started to flip around, his hands gripped my hips holding me in place.

  “Relax and stay put, Samantha,” he ordered; his hand tenderly stroked the sting. As he rubbed, he came closer and closer to my aching entrance. Unconsciously, my body arched into his touch.

  His moan rippled out over the silence.

  One of his hands snaked around my chest, cupped my breast, and rolled my nipple between his thumb and finger.

  “Mac,” I whispered, the pleasure of his touch unbearable.

  Before I could recover from the pleasure of his hand on my breast, his finger slid knuckle deep into me.

  I calmly breathed through the welcomed intrusion…my inhibitions floated seamlessly away.

  SMACK! The slap this time brought immediate tears to my eyes. Why did he want to hurt me?

  His finger continued to penetrate every inch of me but came out long enough to tease my clit before disappearing again. His hot breath puffed out over my mistreated skin, and then he dropped kisses over the same ass cheek. The pain got lost between his kisses and his continued finger fuck.

  The orgasm built low in my groin…radiating out over my abdomen. My body hummed with a sexual energy I’d never experienced. When his hand cupped my breast and rolled my nipple gently between his thumb and finger, I braced myself for the possible slap, but it didn’t come. My climax…was coming though…and my legs wobbled.

  The room was a mix of sounds. My satisfying sighs combined with his hushed moans, and the sounds of my wetness as he deliberately moved in and out of me. With an expertise that I never knew existed, he capably drew the orgasm from me. This man was a pro.

  “Oh, Mac,” I exhaled, preparing to ride out this pleasure.

  I would never get enough of this man.

  SMACK! My eyes shot open as my unexpected cry ripped up my throat. The orgasm lingered so the pain dissipated much quicker…the pleasure overpowering any pain.

  The sound of the condom wrapper ripping caught my attention momentarily before his finger circling my clit became the only thing my mind could focus on. I was going to explode…

  “Come, Samantha,” he ordered, and I’ll be damned if my body didn’t hear him and o-fucking-bey.

  I cried out at the force of the spasms overpowering my body. My uterus contracted in a way it never had. Waves and waves of pleasure rippled out over my abdomen as the inner walls of my pussy longed for something to clench.

  As if reading my mind, Mac thrust into me…every single inch of him. Instinctively, my hands clawed at the bed sheets, trying to offset the pleasure of the over-capacity invasion.

  “Ahh!” I cried out.

  When he withdrew, I inhaled, grateful for the chance to breathe. He plunged in again, his balls slapping against me. Unconsciously, I lowered my head to the bed; my arms reached back to prevent him from giving me everything he had, but I couldn’t reach.

  “If you’re offering me your hands, Sam, I’ll assume you want them bound.”

  I digested his words. My hands fisted and I jerked my arms back, tucking them beneath me just as his hands gripped my hipbones securing me in place. Never in my life had I been so filled…so overtaken with greed and lust. I wanted him for my own. There was nothing I could do but allow him to possess my body in the most primal, animalistic way.

  “Mac!” I gritted, as I took all of him, unequivocally more man than I’d ever had.

  Suddenly, my head pulled back when he fisted my hair and tugged.

  “Remember that name, Sam. In fact, tell the neighbors in the next cabin who’s fucking you,” he groaned in my ear.

  “You are,” I whispered.

  With the most powerful thrust yet, he buried himself inside me.

  “What’s my name?”

  “Mac!” I cried out.

  “Tell them. Don’t tell me,” he said, pulling out, holding my hips and ramming into me again.

  “MAC!” I screamed, unable to take his full length without pain.

  That’s when he kissed my ear lobe, brushed a kiss over my cheek and pulled out. My knees gave way, my spent body collapsing on the bed. I wasn’t sure I had another thing to give…

  “Roll over, Samantha.”

  Chapter 14~ Mac

  Two… that’s the number of hours I made love to her. Zero…that’s the number of times that I’d ever made love to someone before. One…that’s the number of women I’d ever had true feelings for, and I was going to tell her goodbye in four days as if she didn’t matter.

  She’d slept soundly on my chest for about five hours. No nightmare. No noises. Outside of some slight twitching, I’d say she rested well. I, on the othe
r hand, hadn’t dozed even ten minutes. Sleep was overrated when you had finally found the woman you wanted to spend the rest of your life with and you wanted forever to start now.

  Her question echoed in my head. Mac. I wanna know more about you. Of course she wanted to know more. That’s how this shit worked. Stick your dick in a woman…tell me your life story. As she stirred, nestling deeper into my arm, which had gone to sleep a good hour ago, I decided I’d answer what I could.

  Through thick, heavy lashes her sleepy eyes peered up at me. I wanted to tell her everything…the biggest part of me wanted her to know about me, about my past, but I just couldn’t bring myself to take the chance. The fear of rejection was something I’d never felt. I remembered hearing guys say, ‘dump them before they dump you.’ But there wasn’t a single part of me wanting to dump her.

  “You been awake long?” she groaned, stretching her beautiful body into mine. Ironically, my cock sprang to life.

  “For a little bit,” I lied. “No nightmares.”

  A lazy grin crept across her face. “I know. Maybe you can come sleep with me when we get home to keep the nightmares at bay.”

  The moment the words were spoken, her eyes fluttered downward.

  “I didn’t mean that…like…literally,” she quickly, but quietly added. Her tone was hushed.

  With my thumb, I drew circles on her shoulder, maybe my lame attempt to cushion the blow. Fuck! I wasn’t going to wrap this in ribbons. Regardless of my approach, I was going to hurt her. That was inevitable.

  As I slowly breathed in and out, I considered the things I could say. My options were to do it quick…kill her softly with the words or just lay it out there. Boom.

  Within only seconds, her head disappeared beneath the sheets as she worked her way down my body. She dropped little kisses over my chest to my stomach. This beautiful woman wanted me. All of me. There was no exchange of money. No pre-existing agreement. She knew nothing about me. She wanted no sexual gratification in this moment outside of pleasuring me.

  The warmth of her mouth…of her tongue as it circled the head of my cock, forced me to groan into the silence. And as she took all she could into her mouth, into the back of her throat, I closed my eyes relishing her touch this last time.

  Chapter 15 ~ Sam

  When my phone rang and Bryan’s name flashed on the screen, my heart raced as I prayed Jake was ok.

  “Hello?”

  “There’s my girl. When will you be back?”

  His voice sent chills down my spine. I glanced over my shoulder making sure Mac slept.

  “What do you want, Bryan? Is Jake OK?” I whispered.

  “I haven’t seen him. He’s been with friends.”

  My stomach rolled. “You didn’t utilize your visitation?” I asked, disappointment seeping into my tone.

  “Sammie. Don’t start on this. Listen to me. You’ve been gone for a long time. I’ve decided we should maybe try this again. We belong together.”

  My fingers clenched the phone. Truth is, I’d never been gone from him before. Pathetic. “Bryan…”

  “I’m serious. I now know what it’s like to miss you. To live without you. I don’t want that.”

  I cast a look over my shoulder again.

  “Bryan. We’ve been divorced for almost two years. I’m not coming back. Ever.”

  “Seriously, Sammie? We created a family. You can’t just walk out on that. I’ll have to tell Jake that you don’t want to keep us together.”

  This conversation happened about every three months. His threats. His bullshit.

  The deep cough startled me. When I flipped around, Mac’s blue eyes bore into me.

  “What the hell was that? Are you with a fucking guy?”

  I held up a single finger to Mac indicating him to hold on, and then walked toward the balcony.

  “Bryan. It doesn’t matter who I’m with. That’s what happens after a divorce; you can be with whomever you want then. You just happened to do it during our marriage.”

  “Sam! I’ll fucking kill him!’

  I jerked the phone away from my ear. Mercury rose violently inside of me.

  “Go to hell, Bryan. You won’t kill anyone. I don’t belong to you anymore.”

  The phone was yanked so quickly out of my hand, I wasn’t sure what happened.

  “Leave her the fuck alone!” Mac growled into the phone.

  Blood invaded my cheeks. I didn’t want him knowing what was happening.

  “Who am I?” Mac snapped. “I’ll tell you who I am. I’m the guy fucking your ex-wife and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it.”

  My eyes nearly popped out of my head. When Mac saw my expression, he turned his back to me.

  “And let me tell you something, if you’re looking for someone to kill, meet me in Carson City, Nevada, in four days, you want the address?”

  As I stared at the back of his head, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what he was thinking. He didn’t know Jake or what the possibility of losing him felt like. And he couldn’t understand that every fear he’d wiped away in the past six days had fully resurrected.

  “Mac…” I squeaked out, but wasn’t sure it escaped my mouth.

  Wait…Carson City? He lived an hour from me?

  When he turned back around, I couldn’t help but notice his hair was a twisted mess from where my fingers raked through it earlier as he brought me to climax with his tongue.

  His angry blue eyes penetrated every cell in my body as they skidded over me. The sheet was the only thing protecting my nakedness.

  “Excellent. I’ll come to you then,” he growled into the phone.

  I frantically shook my head. “Please,” I desperately whispered.

  The anger in his eyes softened, but the ticking in his jaw continued.

  There was no possible way he could understand the damage he was doing. Bryan would tell Jake that I was with another man. Bryan would have no mercy about hurting our son.

  “You’re done bullying her, asshole!” he yelled, and the walls of the cabin vibrated.

  As a single tear broke through the dam, streaking my cheek, I spun on my heels and darted into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

  “Sam, open the door,” Mac calmly asked about three minutes later.

  The thoughts in my head were a scattered mess. For the first time in my life, a man was defending my honor at the risk of losing my son. I blotted my face with the towel, and then opened the door with my shoulders held high.

  The moment he saw me his face contorted into a painful scowl. His hands fisted in his own hair before he grabbed me, securing me against his chest.

  “Sam…” he breathed out.

  My hands shimmied up between us lying flush with his chest. At first he fought my pushing him away, but finally stepped back. Those three minutes in the bathroom had allowed me to come up with a plan. An ill prepared convoluted plan…but a plan nonetheless.

  “Mac. I think…”

  “Sam. He’s a jackass. You deserve so much better.”

  His large, overbearing presence was hard to ignore. I wanted this man for the rest of my life, but reality was…reality.

  I shook my head. “And is that going to be you, Mac? Are you going to come home with me and become step daddy and help me raise the 15 year-old son that Bryan is telling right now that I’m fucking you? Huh?”

  Mac bowed his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

  “Seriously. We both know there is nothing more here,” I continued. “We could enjoy this for a couple more days, but don’t pretend there is something more.”

  His hands stroked to the nape of his neck as he stood staring at the ground.

  “Besides, Mac. Jake would never want me seeing a man who is 15 years older than him. How embarrassing would that be?” I humorlessly chuckled.

  I stared at the throbbing veins in his neck. Without warning, his fist slammed down against the table in the cabin. A cracking sound ricocheted throughout the r
oom. My chin trembled as I watched him yank his shorts up from the ground and jerk them on, leaving them unbuttoned. He snatched his shirt up as he stormed toward the door.

  “Mac?” I said with my voice cracking.

  He opened the door but stopped dead in his tracks.

  “Be honest. Right now. No bullshit,” I said. “Can you give more than this?” I held my breath, waiting for his answer. Hoping. Praying.

  With hunched shoulders, he stood in the doorway, staring out into the hallway.

  “No,” he said, offering no other words. The door quietly closed behind him. My mouth fell open in shock.

  I wrapped my arms around myself trying to contain the unbearable ache that encompassed me. A searing pain, like I’d never felt before, seemed to split me in half. As I crawled into bed, burying myself in the sheets that reeked of him…of us…of sex…I closed my eyes and wept. Silent cries fled from my open mouth as my body shook uncontrollably.

  It was in that moment that I realized…losing Bryan—the father of my son, the man I was married to for sixteen years—was a piece of cake. Having Mac walk out on me after nine days…I wasn’t sure I would survive.

  “What the hell, Sam? Why would you say those things to him?” Juls said.

  Kat stroked my forehead trying to comfort me.

  “Shut up, Juls. I was simply doing the inevitable before he did.”

  The pain hadn’t lessened in the five hours I’d laid here.

  “How’d you guys even find out?”

  “Blake told us,” Kat whispered.

  Through blurred tears, I glanced up at them. “What did he say?”

  “Thor destroyed their room,” Juls said.

  “Yeah, well, he talked to Bryan on the phone. That will make you want to destroy anything,” I added.

  Juls stared at me with wide eyes. “Remember how stupid you were with Bryan? He cheated on you. You allowed it. Remember?”

  I rolled my eyes, got up and walked over to the balcony. “Juls, I really don’t need your shit right now.”

  “Well, too bad. You suck at reading men. Don’t you understand? He tore up the room because he knows he’s going to lose you.”