Coast (Black Hawk MC Book 6)

by Carson Mackenzie

  Emery’s cock sprang free and laid between my leg. I felt the heat of its touch to my core. He thrust his hips forward, and he slid through my folds. I squeezed, and he groaned as I tightened around his length.

  “I need to put you down while I grab a condom.”

  I dropped my legs until my feet hit the floor and watched as he reached in his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. After he took a condom out, he tossed the wallet, ripped open the packet, and had the condom rolled down his length before I heard the plunk of the wallet hit the floor.

  “Up,” he said and lifted me, and I wrapped my legs back around him. “Say you’re ready, Mac. I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime to have you.”

  For a split second fear touched me as I realized how easy it would be to give this man anything he asked for. Then as I looked into his eyes as he waited for me to answer, I knew he’d never ask for more than I was willing to give.

  I’d wasted so much time dodging him because I was sure I didn’t want or need the man who seemed to know exactly what he wanted. Me.

  “Please, take me,” I whispered, then gasped when he dipped his head and bit my nipple, laving it with his tongue to ease the sting. “Emery.” His name the only thing I could get out of my mouth before I leaned my head back against the door and just felt.

  “Damn, cariño, you’re already wet for me,” he whispered against my breast, and I nodded. “So wet, so ready. I don’t know if I what to fuck you or taste you until you scream my name.”

  I’d never been talked to so bluntly, and boy, I had been missing out. The more he spoke, the wetter I became, and the bolder I felt. I knew my body wasn’t curvaceous like a lot of women’s bodies were. My body didn’t even come close. But the way Emery touched and kissed my body, he made me feel as if I was the most voluptuous women in the world.

  “Why choose?” I panted boldly as he kissed his way up from my breasts. He bit my earlobe, then swirled his tongue around the outline of my ear.

  “Ah, my cariño’s greedy. I like it. But you’re going to have to wait for my mouth because I’ve decided I want to feel you stretched around my dick.”

  Emery moved back, his cock sliding through my wetness until the head was at my entrance. And with one movement of his hips, he pushed in to the hilt and my back arched, and my shoulders hit the door. He held still only long enough for me to adjust to his size and then pulled out and thrust in again.

  I rolled my hips and flexed, tightening my core around him. He hands gripped me so hard I had no doubt I would sport bruises, but it would be so worth it for what I was feeling and experiencing with him.

  “Damn it, you’re so fuckin’ tight. I’m not sure how long I can last.”

  I moaned as Emery picked up his pace. He pulled me down as he thrust up. As he continued to pound into me, the only things that could be heard in the room were my moans, his groans, and the slapping of skin on skin.

  “I’m so close,” I warned breathlessly.

  “Me, too. Take us over, cariño.”

  I laid my forehead on his shoulder and reached between us and rubbed my swollen clit, matching the speed of his thrusts. I pinched my clit and bit down on his shoulder through his t-shirt as he slammed into me. His cock twitched inside me, and he filled me one last time before both our bodies shook as we climaxed together.

  As we worked to level out our breaths, Emery wrapped his arms around me and turned, carrying me through his house to the stairs. Once we’d entered his room, he bent and laid me on his bed. I felt the loss of him as slipped from inside me. He stood and then walked into the bathroom.

  When he walked back into the bedroom, minus the condom, I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. The man was beautiful. His tan skin smooth and stretching over muscles. His nipples a dark brown and perfect for licking, and the only hair was the trail from his belly button down.

  “God, you’re a beautiful man,” I whispered.

  “Back at you, cariño, except the man part,” he said and grinned as he bent over and untied his boots, kicking them away. When he pushed his jeans down, revealing all of him, I took my first good look at him completely naked. No man should look that good. His cock was long, thick, and I shamelessly watched as he grabbed hold of his it and pumped his hand up and down its length. I licked my lips and then slid a hand down until I touched my clit. I circled it, then rubbed in sync with his motions.

  “Fuck that’s hot, and you can do that later while I watch. Right now, I want a taste.”

  He moved to the bed, knocked my hand out of the way, and settled himself between my legs. Emery wasted no time, and before long, my back arched off the bed. My head bent back as I screamed through the orgasm. I wasn’t sure I’d survive the man.

  Emery took my body to heights I never believed possible. And I was positive most of the things he was doing to me weren’t covered in any medical textbooks I’d read.

  Hell, maybe I’d write one myself was the thought that briefly drifted through my mind before I lost all ability to think as he worked his way back up my body and filled me.

  Chapter Nine

  Coast

  At the knock at the door, I slid the skillet off the burner and went to answer the front door. I opened the door, and after saying good morning to my dad, I waved for him to follow me.

  “Coffee’s made. Help yourself,” I said and walked over to the stove to finish cooking the steak in the skillet.

  “Didn’t know if you were up or not, but I thought I’d stop and check.”

  “You’ve been out already this morning?” I glanced over my shoulder at my dad, who was fixing himself a cup of coffee.

  “Thelma had to be at the diner,” he answered, then looked over at me.

  I lifted a brow, then turned back to flip the steak. “Okay.”

  “Nothing smartass to say?”

  “Nope. Unless you stopped by to ask for some advice.” I grinned. Knowing that would get him riled.

  “Kiss my ass. Maybe you need me to give you some advice. Out of the two of us, I’m the only one getting laid.”

  I started laughing because in no way had my dad and I ever shared anything about women we bedded or mentioned that we had.

  “Damn it, what the hell are you laughing at?”

  I placed the steaks on a plate and then reached for the bowl of scrambled eggs and the skillet I set out to use for them. After I emptied the bowl into the skillet. I turned around.

  “You because you’re worried as if I’m going to be upset over you seeing Thelma. Or are you seriously worried about Tank and Bull? Because first, I think it’s great. Second, I know I teased you about Tank and Bull, but if they’ve got a problem with you and their mom, they’ll have to go through me to get to you. And I got no problem beating sense into both their asses.” I turned around and picked up the spatula and worked on the scrambled eggs.

  “Love ya, son.”

  “Love you, old man,” I said, then added. “But I hope you aren’t planning to give me any siblings. Putting up with Tank and Bull will be bad enough.”

  My dad chuckled. “Thelma and I are both a little old for that.”

  “Just wanted to get that clarified.” As I finished the eggs, the oven timer buzzed, and I shut it off, then grabbed a towel. I opened the oven and pulled out the pan of biscuits.

  “Who’s all the food for? And why are you in such a good mood this early?”

  I turned to answer my dad, but I ended up not having to.

  “I hope there’s coffee. And whatever you’re cooking smells wonderful. I’m starving,” Mac said as she walked in the kitchen.

  I grinned at what she had on. My t-shirt was down to her knees, and she wore a pair of my sweats, which they’d had to be rolled about five times at the waist to fit her. Her hair was sticking out in places, and damned if I didn’t have to adjust myself for wanting her.

  When I woke, I’d wanted nothing more than to wake her and have her again. But since I’d woken her twice d
uring the night, I left her sleeping in my bed. I’d known she was tired, and since we’d both missed dinner, I pulled on my jeans after coming out of the bathroom and headed down to the kitchen. I’d planned to wake her after the food was done.

  “Well, I think both my questions got answered. The food and why you’re in a good mood,” my dad said in Spanish.

  Mac’s eyes widened when my dad spoke. I watched her cheeks redden as she looked from me to him.

  “Mackenzie, you’ve met my dad, right?” I asked and grabbed a cup and filled it with coffee.

  “Yes. It’s good to see you again, Mr. Cortez.” I laughed at the look on my old man’s face when Mac answered in Spanish, would be one I wasn’t likely to forget for a long time.

  My dad looked at me, then spoke to Mac. “Good to see you, too. And call me Cruz, sweetheart. I’m aware of my age, but it always makes me feel older when a gorgeous young woman uses mister,” my dad said, continuing to speak in Spanish. And though he had an accent to begin with, I noticed it was slightly heavier than normal.

  Mac grinned and continued to speak Spanish like he had, “Oh, like anyone would look at you and think old. From you’re looks, it’s hard to believe you are old enough to have a son Emery’s age.” She might have told me she had a little difficulty sometimes, but the woman spoke fluently even if she didn’t think so herself.

  “Damned if you aren’t good for a man’s ego. If my son wasn’t—”

  “Alright, enough,” I said, cutting my dad off. He and Mac both grinned knowing why I’d done it. No man wanted to watch or hear their woman flirt with their dad. “Food is ready. Sit down at the table, cariño, and I’ll bring the food over.” I grabbed the plates with the food on them and set them on the table and went back for the biscuits.

  “I can help. Just point where I can find the plates and silverware.”

  “Dad, are you staying? There’s plenty.”

  “Nah, I’m going to head home,” he said and headed to the sink to put his coffee cup in it.

  “Oh please, stay and eat. There is no way we can eat all this,” Mac said, and I watched my dad’s eyes soften. I knew it wasn’t that he didn’t want to stay and eat. If it would have been one of the guys here, he wouldn’t have thought twice about sitting down.

  “If you’re sure? I don’t want to interrupt your and Emery’s time together, more than I have.”

  “Why wouldn’t I be sure? Not like we had plans to have sex on the table during breakfast.”

  I stared at Mac, and so did my dad. When she placed her hands on her face and groaned, we laughed.

  “I can’t believe I said that. I need more coffee.”

  “Sit, and I will get you more. Dad, can you get the plates and silverware while I grab a shirt?”

  “Sure can.”

  Mac took a seat at the table as I walked out of the kitchen to go get a clean shirt. When I walked back in the kitchen a few minutes later, Mac and my dad sat at the table talking. I noticed Mac already had another cup of coffee in front of her. I grabbed my cup off the counter and joined them at the table.

  We filled our plates and talked while we ate. Well, I ate as my dad talked, and Mac laughed at the stories he told of some of the shit my brothers and I had done when we were younger.

  As I watched Mac wipe the moisture from her eyes from laughing so hard, I wondered if she thought it would be rude if I hauled her out of the chair and told my dad to get out, so I could take my woman back to bed.

  I looked over at my dad, and he grinned, then started in on another story. It was like he knew what I’d just thought.

  Well, as the saying ‘start as you mean to go’ filtered through my mind, I pushed back my chair and stood. Then I moved to Mac and slid one arm under her legs and the other behind her and lifted her out of the chair.

  I looked at my dad. “You need to go and turn the lock as you go out the door.”

  “Oh my God, Emery. Put me down. You’re so rude,” she said along with a bunch of other stuff as I toted her.

  “Nice talking with you, Mackenzie. I’m sure I’ll see you around since my son finally pulled his head out of his ass,” my dad yelled on his way out the door.

  “I’ll never be able to look your dad in the face again. I can’t believe you.” Mac was going on as I reached my room.

  I tossed her on the bed and followed her down. It didn’t take me long before the ranting turned to moans.

  I slid out from under Mac and reached over the side of the bed for my jeans. Pulling them off the floor, I snagged my dinging cell out of the pocket and looked down at the screen and opened the text message and read it. I looked at the time on the phone, and the time the text came in.

  “Damn.”

  “What’s wrong,” Mac said, and I looked over at her.

  “Nothing. But I do have Church in thirty minutes,” I said and sat up on the side of the bed.

  “Oh, I guess I could call an Uber. Will you have time to drop me off at the gate?” Mac sat up.

  “Why the hell would you call an Uber?”

  “Well, there isn’t enough time for you to drive me to pick up my car and then get back here in time for your meeting.”

  “Do you have to have your car right now or in the next couple of hours?”

  “No, but if you drop me at home, then I’m still going to need to get my car at the hospital.”

  I ran my hand down my face. “Let’s start over. Do you have anything that needs to be done sooner than in a couple hours?”

  “No. Well, unless another of my pregnant patients go into labor or an emergency with one of them.”

  “We can work with that. You can relax here while I’m at Church, then when I get back, we can go pick up your car. I’ll follow you to your house and you can leave your car and pack a bag to stay here tonight, so we can spend Sunday lying in bed and lounging around for the whole day. Bar nothing happens with one of your expecting patients.” I chuckled. “Four of your expecting patients live within walking distance to this house.”

  “Oh no, don’t say that. They have months to go. Definitely don’t want them going into labor for quite a while.”

  “Okay, bad attempt at a joke. But does everything else work for you?” I asked as I stood and walked around the bed.

  “I can wait for you to get my car. But, Emery, I’m not sure about the rest. I mean, all this is happening so fast. Don’t you think?”

  “No. I’ve been drawn to you for months and months, and if I hadn’t pushed, I’d still be trying to chase you down. Sex with you is beyond explosive, but that isn’t why I want you to stay again.” One of Mac’s eyebrows went up and I grinned, then continued. “Okay, let me rephrase that. I want sex with you again. Hell, I’ll take it whenever I can get it from you, but it isn’t the whole reason I want you to stay. I work during the week, so do you. Even weekends and nights when you have to. I want to get to know you, and since I’ve waited forever to be with you. I don’t want to spend just a couple hours with you on the weekends or an hour or so here and there during the week.”

  “Okay.”

  “Okay, you’ll stay for the rest of the weekend?”

  She grinned. “Yes.”

  I reached for her arm and pulled her to her feet, then kissed the top of her head. “That’s great. Now, let’s take a shower.”

  “I thought you said you had thirty minutes until Church?” she asked as I walked us toward the bathroom.

  “Yep, so quit dragged your feet, or you’re going to make me late.”

  “Oh no you don’t, you’re not blaming me for you being late. I’ll shower after you.”

  I tugged her behind me and into the bathroom. “I’m going to have you before I leave, but it will save time taking you in the shower. So if you want me to fuck you on the bed, then take a shower, I’m guaranteed to be late. If we’re in the shower already, it will be close, but I should still make it in time. Which do you want?”

  “The shower.”

  “My woman knows
about utilizing time and saving water.”

  She chuckled, and I kicked the door shut.

  I walked into Church, and five pairs of eyes looked at me. The five faces the eyes belong to had a different degree of a smile.

  “Well, look who decide to join us. Takes a week off, then saunters in all loose hipped,” Jag said.

  “Yeah, you’d think he’d be wearing a smile instead of scowl,” Devil added.

  “Who wants to make a bet. I say he not only makes Mac an ol’ lady. I got a hundred says he’ll take it all the way and be married by Christmas,” Flirt said and chuckled when I flipped him off.

  “I’ll take that bet. But I say he won’t wait around like some and he’ll have a ball and chain before Christmas,” Jag said.

  “Hey, Sami is the one who won’t set up a time. I’ve got a ring on her finger. That counts,” Speed said and glared at Jag.

  “Carly’s got my ring on her finger, too. She’s my ol’ lady, and that has just as much if not more meaning than a piece of paper,” Crusher argued.

  “Bailey wants to wait until the baby is born,” Devil said.

  “Fuck all of you. I’m going to take it slow with Mac. I don’t want to push too hard and have to chase her down again,” I said, and my brothers laughed.

  “Yeah, I’m in on the bet. Coast being patient. That would be a first,” Devil said, and he and Flirt bumped fist.

  “Put me down for a hundred for before Halloween,” Jag said.

  “Me, too. Make mine before Thanksgiving. I’ll give him a little time,” Crusher said.

  “Oh, shit. You have to marry her on Thanksgiving,” Devil said and laughed. I frowned, and from my other brothers’ faces, they were as confused as I was.

  “What the hell does Thanksgiving have to do with getting married.”

  “Oh, come on, work with me. It would be cool as hell to have you get married before we have the club’s big Thanksgiving dinner. You already have the part of the Indian covered, and Mac only needs a Pilgrim dress.”