Maid for Love, The McCarthys of Gansett Island, Book 1

by Marie Force

  “Can we do it like this?” she asked, her cheeks flaming with color.

  “Baby, we can do it any way you want, as long as we do it very, very soon.”

  She bit her bottom lip and smiled down at him, causing his heart to skip a beat.

  He reached up to bury his fingers in her hair and brought her back to him. “Have you done it this way before?”

  She shook her head.

  “You’ll like it.”

  “Will you?”

  Mac laughed. “Absolutely.” He ran his hands over the silky gown, gathering it up as he went. “Can we lose this or do you want to leave it on?”

  “It can go.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes! Hurry!”

  Moving quickly, they got rid of the rest of their clothes and broke open one of the new boxes of condoms.

  “Let me,” Maddie said, taking the foil package from him.

  Mac exhaled a long deep breath and counted backward from one hundred as she used her teeth to tear open the package, keeping her eyes fixed on his as she rolled it slowly over him.

  “You’re so hard,” she whispered, shifting her eyes from his face to his groin. “Doesn’t that hurt?”

  “No,” he said with a groan. “But if you don’t move a little faster, we’ll miss the best part.”

  When he was finally sheathed, Maddie straddled him, and Mac decided he’d truly died and gone to heaven as she slowly took him in and began to ride him with tremendous enthusiasm—as if she’d been waiting forever to give this a whirl. Her heavy breasts swayed in time with the movements of her hips. With his arms around her, Mac brought her with him when he sat up against the back of the sofa, putting him at face-level with her breasts. He filled his hands and then his mouth.

  Maddie threw her head back, lost in sensation.

  Since he was watching her so closely, he saw the change come over her as she reached the first peak and then came back down to discover he wasn’t finished with her. “Do it again,” he whispered.

  “I can’t,” she said, spent.

  “Yes, you can.” He leaned her back against his raised knees and used his hips to lift her up and down.

  She gasped as he went deeper than before.

  “Hurt?” he asked.

  Apparently unable to speak, she shook her head.

  Mac took advantage of her preoccupation to skim his hands over her toned legs and belly, causing her to quiver under his touch. As he stepped up the rhythm of his hips, his fingers focused on the pulsating bundle of nerves between her legs, drawing a long, keening moan from her. Once again, her thighs tightened around him, and her body stiffened with fulfillment.

  Mac kept a tight hold on her hips as he went with her, his face buried between her breasts.

  Sagging into him, Maddie wrapped her arms around him and held on tight as he continued to pulse inside her.

  He combed his fingers through her hair. “Like it?”

  “Oh yeah,” she said breathlessly.

  Mac’s soft laugh was interrupted when she raised her head to kiss him.

  “How soon until we can do it again?”

  “I’ve turned you into a regular sex fiend.”

  She bit his neck. “How soon?”

  Mac flinched as a zap of pure lust raced through him. He smoothed his hands down her back to cup her soft buttocks. “How does right now sound?”

  “Perfect,” she said with a sigh of contentment.

  “Where did you go before?” she asked after they ate a picnic dinner in bed.

  Mac yawned and ran a hand through his hair. “I bought Thomas a car.”

  Maddie sat right up. “What?”

  Laughing, he guided her back down. “We needed a way to get the three of us around, so I bought a truck.”

  “I can’t believe you just went out and bought a truck.”

  “Why not? We needed it.” Mac reached up to turn off the light. “This was a nice day.”

  “This was a great day.”

  “We’ll have many more just like it.”

  “You’re starting to make me believe it’s really going to happen.”

  Mac turned on his side and caressed her face. “Believe it. You and Thomas have given me so much—things I didn’t even know were missing.”

  “And you’ve given us things I knew were missing but never dreamed of having.”

  “I love you,” he whispered. “I want everything with you.”

  “If I’m dreaming, don’t tell me, okay? I don’t want to wake up.”

  Smiling, he snuggled her in close to him. “Go to sleep and dream about how good it’s going to be.” He whispered to her about plans and dreams and houses and kids until he was certain she had fallen asleep. Only then did he close his eyes and drift off.

  He woke the next morning alone. “Maddie?”

  She emerged from the bathroom dressed in a floral skirt and matching top.

  He pushed himself up on an elbow. “What’re you doing?”

  “Going to church. Thomas and I go every Sunday at nine. We only missed last week because I was a bloody mess.”

  “Oh.”

  “Do you want to come?”

  “I’m not very religious.”

  “That’s fine. We’ll be home in an hour. Why don’t you go back to sleep for a while?”

  “I can’t sleep without you.”

  She bent over to kiss him. “Don’t pout. It’s not pretty on you.”

  He pulled her down with him and kissed her more intently.

  “Mac!”

  “You’re sexy in your church clothes.”

  “Let me go! I’ll be late.”

  “You’re really going to leave me for a whole hour?” he asked, releasing her.

  “You’ll survive.”

  “I might not.”

  “Then come with us.”

  “I haven’t been in twenty years. You’d be risking your life taking me into a church—the lightning bolt and all that.”

  Rolling her eyes at him, she went into the bedroom and returned with Thomas, who wore a tiny red polo shirt with khaki shorts and sandals. “Don’t be ridiculous. There’s no lightning in our church.”

  “You’re going to leave me, too, buddy?” Mac said to Thomas. “This is our time together.”

  Thomas kicked his feet and reached for Mac.

  “Traitor,” Maddie muttered, giving the baby to Mac so she could finish getting ready.

  By the time she came out of the bathroom again, Mac was dressed. “Give me five minutes.”

  Maddie stared at him.

  “What?”

  “You’re really going to come?”

  “Since it’s either that or live without you for an hour, yeah, I’m coming.”

  She shook her head. “You’re too much.”

  On his way past her, he hooked an arm around her and brought her in close to him. “If you ever wonder how much I love you, remember this day.”

  “It’s only eight thirty, and I already know I’ll never forget this day.”

  Chapter 13

  On the way to North Harbor Monday morning with Maddie behind him on the bike, Mac relived the best weekend of his life. After church on Sunday, he’d unearthed an infant lifejacket from his father’s garage and took Thomas and Maddie on ride around the Salt Pond in his father’s vintage Chris Craft. Thomas had loved being on the water.

  They’d met his parents for a drink at the Tiki Bar afterward, during which his mother seemed to make an attempt to be friendly to Maddie but gave Mac the cold shoulder. He figured she’d come around in time and decided not to waste any time worrying about it. Linda even took a turn holding Thomas, who reduced Big Mac to mush with his sweet disposition. For the most part, it had been a successful visit, and Mac was more hopeful about taking a harmonious step into matrimony.

  Married.

  God, a couple of weeks ago the word would’ve given him hives. Now here he was with the woman he loved on the back of his bike and a baby he
wanted to do everything for. Amazing what a difference the right woman made. Pulling up to the hotel, Mac parked and cut the engine. He helped her off the bike and removed the helmet.

  “I want you to take it easy today. That elbow still looks bad. Don’t bang it on anything.”

  “I won’t, don’t worry.”

  “I’ll be right down the hill.” He pointed to the marina. “You can look out the window and see me on the roof.”

  She reached up to caress his face. “Be careful up there. I’ve become quite fond of this body, and I want it all in one piece.” Her hand moved from his face to his chest and began to slide south.

  He stopped her at his belly. “Don’t start anything,” he growled. “I already hate that I have to let you go for six whole hours.”

  “You’re pouting again.”

  “Come see me at lunchtime?”

  “If I can get away.”

  Mac gave her a lingering kiss. “Try hard.”

  She clung to him. “Gotta go,” she whispered.

  “Okay.”

  Except neither of them let go.

  He kissed her forehead and then her lips. “Go. I’ll pick you up at quarter to three.”

  “You won’t be done working by then. I can get a ride home.”

  “I’ll be here, and don’t you dare let me see you on the back of anyone else’s motorcycle.”

  Maddie giggled. “No worries.” She slung her tote bag over her shoulder and gave him a sultry look. “Yours is the only motor I want between my legs.”

  Mac groaned at the suggestive comment and rested against the bike to watch her fine rear end stretch against tight denim shorts as she walked up the hill. He whistled softly.

  “Cut it out,” she said over her shoulder, but he saw her smile.

  “Madeline.”

  She had reached the top of the hill, but turned back, feigning exasperation. “What?”

  “You forgot something.”

  “I did?”

  He raised an eyebrow.

  Her face flushed with color. “Love you.”

  Smiling, he said, “Now I can go to work.” He slung his left leg over the bike, fired it up, and turned toward the marina, feeling her eyes on him all the way down the hill.

  At a picnic table outside the marina restaurant, Mac found his father entertaining a baby from one of the boats while holding court with Ned and several other locals. Each of them had a tall cup of coffee, and they were sharing a platter of sugar donuts.

  “Hey!” Big Mac shouted. “There he is! The man who’s going to keep this place from falling down around me.”

  “Formidable task,” Ned muttered.

  “You said it,” Mac replied. “Any of my guys here yet?”

  “Haven’t see ’em,” Big Mac said. He nudged his old friend Sam Pressley, the retired Gansett police chief, to make room for Mac.

  “Let me get some coffee,” Mac said. He returned a few minutes later and joined the men at the table.

  Ned reached for another donut.

  “You’re going to eat your way to diabetes,” Big Mac said to his friend as he kissed the baby and handed her back to her mother.

  Ned licked the sugar off his fingers. “Helluva way to get there.” He wiped his face on his sleeve and turned to Mac. “I hear you’re all shacked up with that gal from the hotel.”

  “Jeez,” Mac said. “Cut right to the chase, why don’t ya?”

  “What gives?” Ned said.

  Big Mac snickered but didn’t bail out his son.

  The others leaned in, waiting for the scoop.

  “Let’s see: I love her, we’re getting married, I’m staying here, probably going to take over this dump and see if I can save it from bankruptcy, I bought a new truck, I’m looking for some property to build a house on, and, oh yeah, I’m going to adopt her son. Good enough?”

  The other men, including his father, stared at him, mouths hanging open.

  “All that in a week?” Ned finally said.

  “Yep.” Mac drank his coffee and enjoyed a donut while the others processed the news.

  “If you want property,” Sam said, “you’ve come to the right place.”

  “How’s that?” Mac asked.

  “Talk to Ned. He can fix you up.”

  Mac glanced at Ned, who squirmed in his seat.

  Big Mac let out a lusty laugh. “Looks like you’re about to be thrust outta the closet, old buddy.”

  Mac had no idea what they were talking about.

  “Ned owns half this island, boy,” Cliff Sutter said. “You want property for less than a mil, you go to him.”

  “I might even cut you a deal,” Ned said gruffly.

  Mac stared at him. “You drive a cab and dress like a hobo, and you own half this island?”

  Big Mac and the others howled with laughter.

  “What the hell’s wrong with the way I dress?” Ned huffed. “And I’ll have ya know that I drive a cab because I like to. Owning property doesn’t keep me all that busy, and sitting around the house watching soaps ain’t exactly my style.”

  “I’ll be damned,” Mac said. “You think you know a guy. . .”

  As the construction workers Mac had hired arrived, they were welcomed into the circle. Mac hoped this would become his new routine as he settled into working at McCarthy’s: waking up with Maddie, taking a walk with Thomas and then coffee with his dad and the boys before beginning work for the day. That he could find such contentment and sense of purpose on an island that once made him feel so confined still amazed him. Now he just had to find a way to tell his partners in Miami that he wasn’t coming back.

  Maddie was greeted with hugs from coworkers full of questions about Mac. She filled them in as quickly as she could before Ethel started spewing orders at them.

  “Mac is sooooo cute,” Daisy whispered to Maddie.

  “I never get tired of looking at him.”

  “And that he filled in here for you like that. . .” Daisy rested a hand on her chest and seemed to swoon a bit.

  “He wants to marry me and adopt Thomas,” Maddie whispered, dying to tell someone who’d be happy for her. Tiffany didn’t qualify.

  “Oh my God,” Daisy squealed.

  “Ladies, are you listening to me?” Ethel barked.

  “Yes, ma’am,” they said together, choking back giggles.

  When Ethel went back to giving orders, Maddie told Daisy about the job offer at the Beachcomber. “I’d want to take you with me.”

  “You mean it?”

  “Of course, I do.”

  “Oh, Maddie, I’m so happy for you. No one deserves all this more than you do.”

  Maddie squeezed her friend’s arm. “Thanks.”

  Later that morning as his workers began removing the existing roof on the main building, Mac crawled around in the eaves and made an interesting discovery. Much of the building’s frame had been recently replaced. “What the heck?” he muttered. “Why wouldn’t Dad have mentioned that?” It definitely made his job easier but presented a baffling mystery. Who would take the time and considerable effort—not to mention the expense—to prop up the sagging building? Certainly not Big Mac, who seemed to do nothing more than land boats, play with kids, and pass the bull with his buddies these days. Mac took a closer look at the quality craftsmanship, which had probably kept the building from falling down around them. “Very interesting.”

  Climbing down the ladder from the attic, he couldn’t figure out who could’ve done the work. Out of curiosity, he ducked into his father’s office, which was located upstairs from the restaurant. On the desk were disorderly piles of paper, an open check register, discarded paper cups and general chaos.

  Mac groaned.

  “It’s quite a mess,” a voice behind him said.

  Mac turned. “Luke. I didn’t hear you come in.”

  Luke focused on the desk. “I can’t remember the last time I saw him in here.”

  “That so?”

  “He loves being ou
t on the docks, hanging with people, coming up with new ideas to grow the business. It’s this part he tends to forget about.”

  Mac heard the affection for his father in Luke’s voice. “The bills getting paid?”

  “Doubt it.”

  Right in that moment, Mac got it. It made perfect sense. Everyone loved Big Mac. Why not the quiet young man who’d worked for him for twenty summers? “You’ve been making repairs, haven’t you? That’s what you’re spending the money on.”

  “What money?”

  “The money I’ve seen you pocketing.”

  “And of course you thought I was stealing from him,” Luke said, sounding bitter.

  “I saw the new beams and couldn’t figure out who would’ve done that. Since he never mentioned it, I figured he didn’t know.”

  “The place is a wreck, and I’d tell him, ‘Mac, we need to make some repairs around here.’ He’d say, ‘Oh, come on, Luke. We can get one more year out of it, can’t we?’ We’ve had that same conversation every May for four years.”

  Mac smiled. “I can picture it.”

  “Since all he wants to do is hang out with his buddies, I started working nights to prop up the roof before it collapsed and killed someone. I was relieved to hear he was finally going to let you replace it. One more good blow and we would’ve been screwed.”

  “You did a really good job.”

  “Thanks. Let me know what I can do to help with the rest of it.”

  “I appreciate that.” After Luke went back to work, Mac stared at the mess on the desk, wondering how he’d manage to get the repairs done and reorganize the business at the same time. “Looks like I got here just in time.”

  Mac worked long days that week, spending hours in the hot sun on the roof and taking home stacks of paper from the office every night to sort through. He quickly discovered the business was in arrears to just about every major supplier and talked to his father about writing some checks.

  “Go right ahead,” Big Mac said. “You got the same name I do. Sign away.”

  “Is there money in the account?”

  “Plenty.”

  “Is there a bank statement lying around somewhere so I can confirm that?”

  Big Mac gestured to the office. “In there somewhere.”