Jakob: *middle finger emoji* I hope you sleep like shit. Bad night, Dieter.
Dieter: Ich liebe dich, Big Brother. Ich liebe dich.
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Ten minutes later the door swings open, and there stands Mac taking up the entire doorway. He looks sexily disheveled, his grin is downright toxic to my health, and his smirk has me melting into a puddle. He shuts the door, and like a lion stalking his prey, makes his way to me, slowly, deliberately. As soon as I’m within arm’s length, his hands are holding my hips and he’s pulling me into his hard chest.
Usually I’m self conscious about my weight, especially when you add on the fluid I retain from my health problems. However, when Mac has me in his grasp, it’s the furthest thing from my mind. My face tilts up to his just as his lips crash onto mine. It’s rough, demanding, and so far from the sweet kisses we parted with earlier. He tastes the same way he did earlier tonight, only the alcohol on his breath is more prominent,which makes sense seeing as he just came from Z13. He nips at my bottom lip before pulling away just far enough to stare into my eyes.
This close I can’t help but notice the bags under his. My thumb comes up and brushes under his tired, bloodshot eyes. “Hi.”
His boyish smile tugs at my heart as I get a glimpse of the little boy who was my best friend all those years ago. “Hi. You look exhausted.” His thumb mimics mine, running under my eyes that I know are almost black.
“So do you.” I grin back at him.
“Come on, Beautiful, let’s go to bed. I just want to hold you.” As if I couldn’t melt for him any more. I’ve never just been held by a man, especially one who means as much to me as Mac. Even ex-boyfriends, I’m used to hooking up then kicking them out. It’s a shitty thing to do, but I typically don’t like to be touched by people I don’t fully trust, and when you grow up like I did, you rarely trust at all, let alone fully.
I lead him into my bedroom, where I strip out of my sweatpants, leaving me in just a way-too-big hoodie and a pair of boy short panties. Mac follows suit and strips down to his boxers. Holy shit. I knew this man was irresistible, but the desire to get on my knees for him right now is almost too much to deny. By the time I’m done checking him out, I find him smirking at me, his long hair hanging almost in his eyes. The ink that starts at his wrists curls up his arms and over his shoulders. His chest and stomach are bare of any ink, except for an intricate tattoo over his left pec.
It’s too dark in here to make out what it is, but I can tell it takes up most of the space.
“You don’t look like you want to sleep when you’re lookingat me like that, Lee. Come on before my gentleman tether snaps.” The teasing in his eyes makes my heart jump, but he’s right. I am exhausted, and he looks seconds from falling on his face.
Climbing into my king sized bed, I make sure to scoot in enough so that he can slide in behind me. Peeking over my shoulder, I watch him walk to the bedroom door and lock it before checking the locks on the windows. After he seems satisfied that everything is locked, he takes his pistol and places it under his pillow before finally getting in bed. He makes sure he’s closest to the door and wraps himself around me tight, making sure there isn’t an inch of space between his front and my back.
“Hey, Lee?”
“Yeah?” I yawn, about to let sleep take me under.
“Thank you for giving me a chance. I promise I won’t fuck it up.”
“You won’t, as long as we keep our rule.” I smirk, my eyes fluttering closed.
“We will. The truth, always.” He kisses behind my ear before burying his nose into my hair.
It isn’t long until sleep takes us both, and dreams of Mac flood my brain.
13
Chapter Thirteen
Mac
Fuck, this is the best damn dream I’ve had in God knows how long. My body wrapped around Lee. One hand tweaking her nipple until it’s a hard peak, one finger circling her clit at a tantalizing pace, and her ass grinding back on me. It feels so real that I want to pry my eyes open to check, but I don’t. I don’t dare pull myself out of this fantasy. It isn’t until my name leaves her lips on a moan that my eyes fly open. Oh shit, this isn’t a dream at all.
“Lee…” My voice sounds pained even to my own ears.
“Shh, don’t. Don’t let this be real. If it’s real, one of us will stop it.” Her sleepy voice echoes in the otherwise quiet room.
“If you really want this, you know what you need to say.” I tell her, my voice so gravely from sleep it barely registers in my brain as my own. My lips find the side of her neck as I wait for her answer.
“Green. Fuck me, Mac.” She sighs.
Say.Fucking.Less.
Taking my hands off of her, I work my boxers down my legs before doing the same to her panties as she groans out in protest.
“Someone’s greedy this morning.” A full smile takes over my face.
