Mac looks back up at me and slowly shakes his head.
“No. He’s gone. No longer breathing. Can literally never hurt you again.”
I gasp. “What? How?”
“You don’t want the details, but know that he suffered, and he is taken care of.”
My heart starts to race. “Do I have to worry about you going to jail?”
“No. No one will ever take me from you.”
Relief fills me. He’s right. I don’t need the details. Suddenly, I feel lighter than I have ever felt.
Evan is gone…for good.
Mac is going to build me my dream house. We are going to be a family.
“How are you feeling?” he asks me.
“Honestly? Relieved. I feel like I should feel guilt or sadness, but I am glad he isn’t in this world anymore,” I admit.
“And about me? Does this change how you feel about me?” he whispers.
I cup his cheek. “No. You did what you promised. You protected me. Us. You are the best man I have ever met. I love you.”
Leaning forward, I press a kiss to his lips. It starts off sweet, but all too soon, my libido is going full force. Ever since he gave me my first orgasms, I feel like it takes so little from him to turn me on.
“You know, I’ve never had sex outside before,” I tell him, giving him a coy smile.
He laughs, helping me stand from the bike.
“I’ve never had sex with a woman on my bike before. Want to knock them both out?” he asks.
“Yes,” I tell him without hesitation.
He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a condom.
“You don’t have to use that,” I tell him. “I trust you.”
He nods. “I know you do, but until you are on birth control, we use them. I would love to have more children with you if that’s what you want, but it would need to be planned. If you decide you don’t, I am happy with our two children we already have. That’s not a today decision, though, so we use a condom.”
I didn’t even consider that. Here I am, being a horny bitch while he is considering me yet again. Another reason I love the man.
“Okay.”
Slowly, he drops his pants and boxers, pulling the condom on his cock. Then he helps me unbutton my pants, pulling them and my panties down before bending me over his bike.
“You let me know if I’m being too rough,” he tells me.
I nod. “Anchovies. Got it.”
That makes him laugh. I love that about him. We can laugh even during intimacy. It is a comfort I have never had before.
I don’t get much time to soak it in. The next second, he is at my entrance. Then he slides in, making my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“That’s right. My old lady is taking my cock like a good girl. Isn’t that right,a mhuirnín?”
I moan. “Yes. Please, Mac.”
