“No, I’m good.”
I’m down to one glass since I broke the other one, and it seems to be dirty. I fill a mug with water and sip it. I move over to switch off the lamps and look around. It feels different in here. It feels less secure, less like my well-loved home. The thief took something even more precious than Pops’s medals; he took my sense of safety and security.
With my cup on the nightstand, I climb into bed. Immediately, the covers are over me and a large arm is wrapped around me. Instantly, I feel safe again. I smile at the face that is just inches from mine. He softly kisses my temple. “Are we okay, MacKenzie? I know I was a complete ass, but I want to make it up to you.” He kisses my cheek. “I’m afraid that I might screw up again. I admit I’m really out of my element with you.”
“Just remember the three rules that Joe told you,” I say, giggling. “Especially number one.”
“You were listening? You little sneak,” he says, tickling me.
I try to avoid the tickling and get away from him, but every move I make seems to bring me closer to him. In seconds, I’m literally on top of him. I look down and see sincerity in his eyes. “Sam, this is all new for me, too. I hope you’ll be patient with me. Can you do that?”
“I will, if you will,” Sam promises.
I lean down and kiss him, then pull back and watch his eyes dilate. I lower my head again for another kiss, opening mymouth until I feel his tongue against mine. “Sam,” I whisper. “I want you.”
Before I can blink, my tank is pulled up over my head and is tossed onto the floor. Wearing only panties and short shorts, I straddle him, feeling his hardness underneath the quilt. I fumble for a minute with the quilt, then move off him so I can move the quilt out of the way. I look at him, eyebrows raised.
He shrugs. “I sleep naked. Sue me.”
“Pretty confident you were gonna get lucky, weren’t you, big boy?”
He grins but says nothing. He watches me slide off my bottoms. I slide back on top of him, straddling him. I feel shy for a second, and then confess, “I’ve never been on top before.”
He kisses me softly. “There are a lot of firsts with us—both of us. And I like it.” He grins. “You’re a natural, sweetheart. Just follow your instincts.”
“With you. I’m a natural withyou.”
I’m wet already. It doesn’t take much. Heck, I think I get wet the second he walks into the room.
“Thank fuck,” he groans as I slide down onto him. “You’re killing me, honey.”
I roll my hips until I’m completely seated on him. I wiggle a little bit, attempting to get my bearings.
“I am?” I know he means it in a good way. His words giving me confidence.
“Just keep doing whatever feels good. If you feel good, I feel good.”
“You do feel good, Sam.”
“You… you feel amazing, MacKenzie.” He leans up, kissing my lips hard. I lift myself up and then slide down. “Jesus.”
Using his big hands, he helps me move up and down, faster and faster. My chest is swaying, and for a split second, I panic about all my jiggling body parts. The memory of today’scomments hits me, but as an orgasm begins to build, I know—at least at that moment, I know—he didn’t mean to hurt my feelings.
Sam moans my name and all of my negative thoughts fly away. I’m too busy chasing my orgasm to care about words that, right now, are irrelevant.
My entire body shakes from my orgasm. As I come down from the pure high of my release, I realize Sam hasn’t stopped thrusting into me. I hear and feel him come, and that pushes me over the edge again. I feel myself squeeze around him.
“Christ, MacKenzie. You feel so damn good,” he says, taking in gulps of air.
I attempt to catch my breath too, smiling and nodding at his comment. Waiting until he calms, I kiss him and curl up next to him on the bed, laying my head in the crook of his arm, I sigh with contentment. I feel the quilt softly fall over me and am asleep in seconds.
CHAPTER THIRTY
BREAK TIME
Most days,I wake up without the alarm, and today is no exception. The difference between today and the days that came before is I’ve got a gorgeous redhead lying beside me with her soft thigh resting over mine. Her hand is on my chest right over my pectoral, and her full tits are pressed up against me.
“I could get used to this,” I whisper.
