“Baby,” I drawled. “I know so. Now hurry up and get naked—oh!”
I squealed as he wrapped those strong arms around me. He hoisted me up off my feet, swung me around in a circle, then tossed me over his shoulder like a caveman. I laughed all the way down the hall, clinging to his neck the whole way. He practically tossed me onto the mattress, but I didn’t have a chance to complain.
“Strip,” he growled, one-hundred percent Alpha. The dominance in his voice shot straight to my dick, which throbbedangrily in my skinny jeans. I squeaked and shimmied out of the glittery sweater I’d worn, then popped the button on my pants. Lifting my hips off the bed, I shoved them down and Mackenzie responded by grabbing them by the legs and tearing them off of me.
That’s when I realized that he was well and fully naked, his cock standing erect. My mouth watered. I would never get enough of this. He was long and slim, with a prominent—and very lickable—dorsal vein. I reached for my own cock, pre-cum soaking into my manties. Mac batted my hand away on another guttural growl.
Naked except for his crew socks, he climbed onto the bed to straddle me. I fell back, propped up by my elbows on the mattress. His knees pinned my thighs together, and I shivered as his gaze roved over my body. I saw hunger. Desire. Need.
I swallowed. “Mac…”
He replied by grinding the butt of his calloused palm over my cock, stroking me through the nearly see-through fabric. My heartbeat fluttered wildly as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my underwear and slowly pulled them down. His eyes were locked on my cock as it sprang free to smear wetness against my belly.
“You’re so damn gorgeous,” he uttered, awestruck. His big hands slid up my chest, to sink into the mattress on either side of my head as his body covered mine. His chest hair rasped against my nipples, making them ache, and when I opened my mouth to beg, he stole my words away with a hungry kiss.
And then he began to move.
He ground his body into mine with slow, seeking rolls of his hips. Every time his cock slid against mine, sparks danced beneath my skin. My hips snapped up off the bed in a desperate attempt at friction. He only chuckled and kissed me open, molesting my heart as well as my body, and it felt amazing.
He wrapped his hand around our shafts, stroking us together, as one. I threw my head back on a broken moan as our cockheads rolled together, slick with pre-cum. I thrust into his grip, my fingers digging into the muscles of his biceps. My world was spinning in circles, the popcorn ceiling swimming above me.
“Mac. Mac… Oh, fuck, I’m so close, I’m gonna come!” I hissed and bucked, suddenly desperate for release, and my Alpha didn’t let me down. He growled against my lips, nipping and sucking at them as his body ravaged mine. His grip on our cocks tightened and when he grunted my name, I couldn’t hold back.
“Fuck!” I twisted in the sheets as my balls tingled and drew up tight, sending pleasure shocking through my soul. I spilled across my stomach and chest in several pulsing bursts. Mac wasn’t far behind. With a low cry of his own, he fisted over our slippery shafts until he came.
Both of us spent, Mac rolled off of me, panting hard—not that I blamed him. Damn, if I wasn’t still seeing stars. I groaned and flopped back into the pillows. This man…Wow.
“How the hell are you still single?” I uttered, dazed and breathless. “You’rewaytoo perfect to be single.”
There was a heartbeat of dead silence, then Mackenzie sat up in bed, putting distance between us. The happy, airy mood we shared suddenly went ice cold. “I’m far from perfect, Nathaniel.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
His laugh was bitter. “Right.Soperfect, in fact, that my ex-fiance went out and found himself a replacement. He had an affair with another Alpha for six months before he finally had the balls to tell me the truth—that I wasn’t worthy. Then he left. Tell me again, how I’m perfect?” His words stung like a slap to the face.
I gasped. “Mac, I didn’t?—”
I reached out to him, but he twisted away. He shook his head sharply. He wouldn’t look at me. His shoulders stiff and hisback hunched over, I could tell he was hurting and I felt like an asshole.What is wrong with you, Nathaniel?
“Mac. Please.”
“No. Just… Stop.” He growled under his breath. “I think…maybe you should go.”
Ouch.“I—Of course,” I murmured, my gut knotting. How could somethingsogood, turn to shit so damn fast? “I’m sorry. I really am.” I fumbled around for my clothes, strewn across the floor, and got dressed in a hurry.
My chest aching with each frenetic beat, I hesitated in the doorway. I needed to say something, but Mackenzie was closed off to me. A stone statue.
I dropped my head and walked away.
It wasn’t until I was standing in the cold that I realized he’d picked me up. I didn’t have a car. I sighed. This just wasn’t my day. I walked the half-mile to the bus stop and sat on the freezing metal bench, waiting for a ride. By the time I made it home, my fingers and toes were numb and I couldn’t stop shivering.
I took a hot shower to try and thaw myself out. All the while, my mind kept replaying what had happened between us. Taunting me. Torturing me. Damn it. As if I didn’t already feel like shit. I didn’t mean to hurt him, but I’d definitely struck a nerve.
I dried off and dressed in my warmest PJs, then retreated to the couch with one of Granny’s quilts. I queued up Netflix and then, before I could talk myself out of it, I texted Mackenzie an apology.
No response.
Feeling even worse, I sank down into the cushions of the couch and tried to focus on the show. I checked my phone periodically, but it remained silent. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach.Good going, dumbass. He probably hates you now.The thought brought tears to my eyes.
