Yes to Everything

by Shayne McClendon

  “Baby, have those surveys mentioned how much men love curls by any chance?” He stood behind her and gathered it in his hands, watching the shimmering gold ringlets sift through his fingers. “Oh pretty girl, I’m sure you could be more perfect but I don’t know how.” Rex met her eyes in the mirror and she smiled.

  His huge hands went to her shoulders and he kneaded her muscles firmly, watching the happiness in her expression. Running his hands down her arms, he tugged her gently to her feet and moved the chair away. Stepping closer, he pulled the towel and her eyes dropped shyly, a light blush coloring her cheeks.

  “I love that you can perform night after night, shaking your beautiful ass while you sing your heart out and yet still blush when I make you stand naked in front of a mirror. You’re an enigma, Brooke. Look at me, baby.” She met his eyes in the mirror and he smiled at her. “I can’t believe it’s only been a week since I saw you. It felt like a year.” She nodded and leaned back against him. “How are you feeling, honey?”

  “Much better now, thank you baby.”

  “Brooke, I want you to know you three almost made four hardened men come like teenage virgins while we watched you last night.” She gave him a small smile. “Did you want me to come to you, Brooke?” She nodded more firmly this time.

  Her hands reached back and stroked over his thighs. “Does it make you happy to know we were on a plane three hours after we talked to you?” She smiled and tugged her lower lip between her teeth. “I see that makes you very happy. I’ve never felt the need for a woman like this in my life, baby.”

  His hands went to her hips, stroking forward over her tight stomach, over the tops of her thighs, up to cup her breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples as he lowered his mouth to her ear and maintained eye contact, “Your nipples harden so pretty baby. I want to suck them so bad but I’m going to make myself wait. Build my suspense.”

  She was trembling against him, her lips slightly parted as she watched him. “You’re so receptive to all things sensual, Brooke. Just talking to you tightens you up, darkens your eyes and nipples. It is fucking gorgeous to watch.” He never looked away from her as he stroked her body.

  When his hands stroked flat to her hips and inner thighs, pushing her legs wider, she gasped softly. “I can’t neglect anything, baby. That would be wrong. To avoid these smooth folds, so golden on the outside, perfect pink on the inside. This swollen clit with its pretty jewelry I’m going to tug on with my teeth very soon. A little lower to this tight little pussy, already so wet, so hot.”

  He stroked two fingers inside her, keeping his thumb on her clit in small circles. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you, Brooke?” She nodded without hesitation. “No foreplay, no buildup, baby? You know how much I love to eat your perfect pussy, honey.” She shook her head, moving her hands to his cock, stroking him between their bodies.

  Then she released him and leaned over the counter on her hands, never taking her eyes off his as she lifted one knee to the hard surface. “Oh Brooke. Baby girl, you are far too perfect for a man like me.” She shook her head fiercely. He stroked his hands through her soft curls, over her lower back, cupping her ass in large palms. “Don’t move.” He left and returned seconds later, rolling on a condom and she smiled in victory. “Slow and easy baby?” Her head moved back and forth seductively. “Fast and hard Brooke?”

  Her voice low, she asked, “Whose pussy is this, baby?” She watched the switch from playful to hardcore alpha male, “Who do I belong to, Rex?” Grabbing her hips, he set the head of his cock at her pussy and surged deep in one thrust. His fist went into her hair and the other hand went under her body to brace her pelvis, the tips of his fingers over her clit, working in tight circles.

  Then he was fucking her with brutal force and she was encouraging him, “Yes, baby, you feel so fuckin’ good. Don’t take it easy on me. I missed you so bad, Rex. I’m comin’, oh baby, I’m comin’ so hard it hurts. Don’t let me go.” His hand tightened in her hair and he held her face up so he could watch her face while she rode her climax. She chanted his name, reaching down to put one hand over his at her clit. “Please don’t let me go. I need you, Rex.”

  He pulled her upper body to him, his arm across her body, the other hand gripping her thigh. His mouth was at her ear, his eyes on hers in the mirror. “I’ll never let you go, baby. I love you, Brooke.”

  She reached up to grab the back of his head. “You do? You really do?” He nodded and she whispered, “I’m so glad, I…I thought I was all alone. I love you, Rex.”

  He pulled out and turned Brooke around, sitting her on the counter and slipping back into her body as she wrapped herself around him. His voice was dominant, rough, “Say it again.”

  Brooke cupped his face in her hands, “I love you, Rex. Thank you for loving me back.” He kissed her slow, his fingers massaging the back of her head as he held her to him. Her arms held him tight and he felt her trembling.

  She whispered in his ear, “I’m so glad you’re here. I wanted to see you, just see you for a little while. We all feel so immature and foolish and didn’t want to admit we’re not handling this long-distance thing very well. None of us are usually emotional and we’re trying to hang tough. You’re all so solid. We’re acting like a fucking after-school special and didn’t want you to regret us. Sidney’s trying to play it cool but we’ve caught her crying. Jeanette is a wreck, an absolute wreck. I’m not doing too good either, but I’m trying to fake it. I’m sorry, Rex.”

  “Oh, Brooke baby, I need to thank you for loving me, not the other way around. We’re struggling, too. Sitting in Chicago with you all so far away. None of us are used to real emotions at all, to tell you the truth. We’re freaking out without you close, like last night. It isn’t that you’re too young for us, I guess it’s that we’re too old for you.”

  “Rex, my body isn’t going to look like this at forty. No matter how I fight it, how hard I work out, there is truly only so much you can do. Men age better than women. It’s a fact.” She stroked his face. “You work out and take care of yourself. But after twenty years in the military, harsh conditions and sunburn, heat and cold, field rations…you are still so beautiful. Laugh lines and dimples, that’s it. My parents were the same age and Mama looked a few years older by the time they hit their mid-thirties. You’re so calm and it’s a wonderful balance to my mania. You see things differently than I do based on experience and the male perspective. I love that about you. There is so much you bring to the table. I will literally be a teenager for another two years and I don’t want you to be embarrassed by that. I want you to be proud of me.”

  “Brooke, oh my god, honey, I’m already so proud of you. And you see me so differently than I see myself. When are you going to see I get all the perks in this relationship? You’re smoking hot, half my age, and half the male population wants you. You care about the military. You care in general, about everyone and everything. You’ve embraced your sexual nature with both hands and make me feel things at a level I didn’t realize was possible. I need you, right now, I need to show you.”

  He carried her to the bed and followed her down, whispering words he never thought he’d have a chance to say, admitting feelings he never thought he’d have, and allowing himself to be vulnerable for the first time in his life as he eased her fears about not being enough for him.

  By the time he allowed himself to come, he was in agony and she was begging.

  Then he swapped the old condom for a new one and started again.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Mack entered Jeanette’s room and closed the door silently. He didn’t see her in the bed. Looking around, he found her in the bathroom, curled up on a towel in front of the toilet. She was shivering in her little pajama shorts and tank top. “Oh pretty baby.” Putting the glass on the bathroom counter, he knelt beside her and gathered her in his arms, sitting on the side of the tub.

  Her huge brown eyes opened and she whispered, “I’m not strong enough. I knew I wo
uldn’t be strong enough. I’m sorry.” Then she moved over his lap and wrapped herself around him as she cried. Mack held her hard, stroking her back and murmuring soothing words into her hair.

  “Baby, oh Jeanette, please don’t cry. You don’t have to always be strong. No you don’t. I’ll be strong for you, baby. Let me love you. Let me be strong for you, Jeanette. I want that so much.”

  She raised her head and her eyes seemed larger with the sparkle of unshed tears. “Wh…what?”

  He smoothed her hair back from her face and smiled, “I love you, Jeanette. Let me love you.”

  She swallowed hard and laid her hand on his cheek. “You can’t love me. I’m not the kind of person who gets to keep a man like you, Mack. I’m not shiny and exciting. I…I’m a bookworm and stuffy. Not the kind of woman you need, that you deserve. You’re big and beautiful and perfect. You need someone better, someone really great.”

  Planting kisses over her forehead, eyes, cheeks, and lips, he whispered, “It causes me such pain that you see yourself like that, baby. You are a bookworm and I like that. We have more in common than you think. There are so many things about you that excite me. There is no one better than you and you’re the only woman who will get to keep me, Jeanette. I love you and I know you love me, don’t you, baby?” Her lower lip was trembling and a single tear overflowed down her cheek. “Yes, I know you do. We’re going to work everything out. First I want you to drink this. It works for my hangovers, every time.”

  He reached over and grabbed the glass, holding it to her lips. She took it and drank it down, giving a small burp at the end that made him grin. “It’s the fizz. God, you’re so fucking adorable. Come on, brush your teeth and let’s lie down. We’ll snuggle and you can sleep a little longer.” He held her hair and watched as she washed her face, brushed her teeth twice, and gargled with mouthwash.

  “I hate getting sick to my stomach more than anything. I feel so out of control.” He nodded and when she dried her face he bent to pick her up and tucked her under the covers. Taking off socks and sneakers, he started to climb in beside her and she scrunched up her brow.

  “More?” She nodded and he hid his smile. Turned out, she wasn’t happy until Mack was down to boxers. He lay down on his side and pulled the covers over both of them. He held open his arms and Jeanette came into them without hesitation. Raking his hands through her hair and down her back, he sighed happily. “You’re exactly where you belong, Jeanette, in my arms, exactly where I need you to be, so badly baby.” She was staring at him and he smiled.

  With a small voice filled with sincere adoration, she told him, “You are honestly the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. It’s so overwhelming up close.”

  “You are very good for my ego, Jeanette.” She wrinkled her brow and he smoothed it with a fingertip. “If it’s the last thing I ever do, you will understand how lucky I feel to have you right here with me. You will fully grasp the fact that I find you as beautiful as I do brilliant. To me, you are the only woman who exists, the only one worthy of my attention and my love. You’ll get that, sweetheart.”

  She said, “I love you and I’ve missed you, Mack.” What she said slammed into his heart so hard it took him a moment to realize she’d said it in perfect Spanish. He pushed her to her back and leaned over her.

  “You learned a language for me, Jeanette?” his eyes were bright in his caramel skin and she wanted him to the point of pain.

  “I still have two disks but I’ve gone through most of them, yes. I have didactic memory as well as photographic. Every night I listen to at least one. It’s been helping me sleep.” She stroked his face and took a deep breath. “I want you so badly, Mack. You’re the only thing I’ve ever wanted just for me. I’m not doing well without you and that makes me ashamed.”

  She shrugged one shoulder delicately, “On a purely non-emotional level, I understand it has been less than eight days and is bizarre in the extreme to have attached so completely to you. My only relief is in knowing I’m not the only one. Brooke and Sidney are suffering, though I’m the worst at hiding it. I believe it’s because we three have been achingly lonely, have had to be strong for different reasons, stronger than most women our age usually have to be. We managed to meet the only men we would trust to show our weaknesses to. It scares me to death, Mack.”

  He’d been tracing her features with his fingers while she made her confession and he felt his heart fill to a level he’d never thought himself capable. “Don’t be afraid, Jeanette. I won’t hurt you, I’ll only love you.” He bent to kiss her and her hands moved over him constantly. “I love how tactile you are. I’ve missed you, baby. So much.”

  She pulled him over her and both of them shoved their clothes away urgently. Surging to his base inside her, he immediately realized he’d forgotten a condom. Stroking into her pussy bare was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before and he wanted to keep going. He started to pull out and she kept him to her.

  “I’ve been on the pill since I was thirteen for my periods. They increase the dosage every year. I’ve never tested it before but statistically, I should be protected and I like this so much better. Please stay. I want you to stay Mack.”

  In a daze of sensation, he nodded and settled back into her body. “I can feel so much more of you. I’m glad I didn’t know how different it felt or I might not have been as diligent over the years. Jeanette, you’re so much warmer, slicker. God, baby, I love you.”

  “I love you, too. I need you.” Raking her nails down his back, he growled and she smiled, “Yes, Mack…”

  He loved her up gradually, pushing her over twice before she asked him to join her. Releasing his control and feeling his come leave his body without the barrier of a condom was unlike anything he’d ever known. He pumped himself dry, coating her with his come and driving her into another orgasm.

  Breathing hard with pounding hearts, she held him to her. Their skin was slick with sweat and Mack rolled them to keep his weight off of her. When she fell asleep, he held her to him, his cock still inside her as he drifted off with a sense of perfect contentment.

  An hour later, the vision of her riding him when he opened his eyes was almost too much. She recited a poem he’d never heard before in fluent Spanish, leaning down to kiss him sweetly and tell him how she loved him as she came.

  Then she sat up and smiled, raking her nails lightly over his nipples, “Fuck me hard, Mack, right now.” His body jerked up into her and she said, “Oh god, I love having those two for friends. They are a wealth of information. You’ve been holding back, not wanting to scare me.”

  Jeanette dropped forward on her hands, her silky dark hair falling over one side of her body like a curtain. “You don’t scare me, Mack, and you would never hurt me.” Laying her hand on the side of his face, she whispered, “If you don’t show me, I’ll never know. Show me, Mack.”

  He stared at her for a long moment before flipping her to her back, anchoring her in place with a hand on her hip and under her shoulder. His first thrust was harder than any he’d given her before and she smiled. Going harder with each stroke, she was digging her heels into the bed, meeting him again and again until her entire body went rigid. Arching up into him, she screamed his name and dug her nails into his shoulders.

  “Yes. Oh god. Mack.” Driving her up again he watched her learning beneath him, figuring out how she could move, touch him to have the best effect on both of them.

  When she came the second time, he pulled out and flipped her to her stomach. He entered her from behind, his body sealed to hers, thrilling at her moan. He slipped a hand flat beneath her, moving his fingertips gently over her clit as he stroked into her.

  “You are so erotic to watch, Jeanette. I want to show you so much I know you’re going to like. We’re going to need a lot of time in bed with me devoted to worshipping every inch of your body. Right now, I want to feel you come around me again, baby.” One of her hands was in his over her head, the other on top of his under her b
ody. He stroked into her harder and harder. When she exploded, she pushed back into him as tremors wracked her narrow frame from her shoulders to her thighs.

  Going up on his hands, he drove into her hard until he came roaring her name. When he had nothing left, he lowered to her again and wrapped his hands under her, rolling them to their sides with him still nestled in her body. She told him sleepily, “That was unreal. It was so damn good. It just doesn’t seem real. I love you, Mack, and I want you to show me everything.”

  “I plan on it, baby. I love you, Jeanette.” Neither knew who drifted off first.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Opening the door to Sidney’s room, neither man saw her. Zane pointed to the bathroom and they heard running water. Closing and locking the door, they pushed open the bathroom door and the sight of her clenched their hearts. She was sitting on the floor of the glassed-in shower stall with her knees drawn up, her arms around them. The water pounded over her while she cried silently.

  They approached the stall and she glanced up, her vibrant green eyes going wide as she realized they were standing a few feet away. Opening the stall door, Boyd lifted her out and Zane wrapped her in a towel. Boyd did a quick dry of her shoulder length hair, watching the tresses spring into soft red curls.

  When she was dry, Zane grabbed a hotel robe and wrapped it around her, then picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. They laid her in the center of the bed and climbed up to lie beside her after they kicked off their shoes. Their arms crossed at her back and over her stomach, their mouths on either side of her head at her ears.

  “We missed you so much, Sidney. We aren’t doing well at all. I think we’re drinking too much. Boyd threw his phone across the room when the battery died and he couldn’t call you. Our place is boring unless you’re in it. You use the place like a playground and we don’t have fun there without you. Zane broke his laptop when it dropped the email photos you sent us. We miss you all the time. I love you, Sidney, so much. Zane and I need you, baby. I love you, Sidney and I want this over so Boyd and I can take you home.”