MACK
The penthouse suite feels like a sanctuary tonight, the city lights of Cupid City twinkling below like stars we've claimed as our own. Two days since the rescue, and we've barely left this bed—wrapped in sheets, in each other, chasing away the shadows of what almost broke us. Indigo's head rests on my chest, her dark hair spilling over my skin like silk, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over the scars from my military days. Tomorrow, I leave for the mission with my brothers. Nash's lead on Dad pulls me away, but right here, with her, it's the only place I want to be.
She lifts her head, those emerald eyes locking on mine, soft with love but shadowed by the goodbye looming. "Mack," she whispers, voice husky from hours of talking. "Promise me you'll come back. No heroics without me there to watch."
I cup her face, thumb brushing her full lower lip. "I promise, princess. You're my home now. Nothing's keeping me from you." The words hit deep, raw truth. I love her—fiercely, completely. This woman who started as a pain in my ass and became my everything. I roll us, pinning her beneath me gently, my bodycovering hers like a shield. "But tonight? Tonight, you're all mine. Let me show you how much I love you."
She arches into me, her nails grazing my back, a smile curving her lips. "Show me, then. Make it count."
I kiss her slow at first—deep, lingering, pouring every unspoken fear and promise into it. Her mouth opens under mine, tongues dancing, her taste like vanilla and heat. My hands roam, sliding under her silk camisole, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they pebble. She moans into my kiss, and fuck, that sound—it's my undoing every time.
"God, I love these," I murmur against her neck, nipping the sensitive skin there. "Perfect tits, begging for my mouth." I push the fabric up, exposing her, and dip my head to suck one hard peak, swirling my tongue while I pinch the other. She bucks beneath me, fingers tangling in my hair.
"Mack... yes," she breathes, her voice a plea wrapped in love.
I look up, meeting her eyes—dark with desire, soft with emotion. "You're so beautiful, Indigo. Inside and out. I don't deserve you, but I'm never letting go." Romantic truth slips out, my heart laid bare. Then I slide lower, kissing down her stomach, hooking my fingers in her panties and dragging them off slowly, savoring every inch of revealed skin. She's bare to me now, glistening and ready. "Look at you, baby. So wet for me already. This pretty pussy knows who it belongs to."
She whimpers, spreading her legs wider. "Yours. Always yours."
I settle between her thighs, inhaling her scent—musk and sweetness that drives me wild. "That's right. And I'm gonna eat you like you're my last meal." I part her pussy with my thumbs, leaning in to lick a slow, flat stroke from entrance to clit. Shecries out, hips lifting. I hold her down, one arm across her waist, and devour her—tongue flicking her clit, then plunging inside, tasting her deep. "Fuck, you taste like heaven. Sweet and filthy, just for me."
"Oh god, Mack... I love you," she gasps, her hands fisting the sheets. The words hit me like a wave, mixing with the dirtiness, making it all deeper and more intense.
I add two fingers, curling them to hit that spot inside her, pumping slow while I suck her clit. "I love you too, princess. Come for me. Soak my face like the good girl you are." She shatters, her walls clenching around my fingers, back arching as she screams my name. I draw it out, lapping every drop, until she's trembling.
But I'm not done. I crawl up her body, shedding my boxers, my cock hard and aching against her thigh. "Feel that?" I grind against her, letting her feel every hard inch. "That's what loving you does to me. Hard as steel, needing to be buried deep inside you."
She reaches down, stroking me, her touch electric. "Then take me. Make love to me, Mack. Dirty and deep."
I position myself at her entrance, rubbing the head through her slickness. "Eyes on me, baby." She locks gazes, love shining there amid the lust. I thrust in slow—one long, deep slide until I'm fully seated. We both groan, the connection perfect, profound. "Fuck, you're tight. Made for me. This pussy grips like it never wants me to leave."
"I don't," she whispers, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. "I love you so much."
I start moving—slow rolls at first, grinding against her clit with every thrust. "I love you more. You're my everything." Emotion thickens my voice, but I amp the dirty to balance it. "Gonna fuck you slow, then hard. Make you feel every inch of how much I need you."
"Yes... harder," she begs, her nails raking down my back.
I pick up my pace, pounding deeper, the slap of skin echoing. "That's it, take my cock like the dirty princess you are. Clench around me—milk me dry." But even as the filth spills out, I kiss her tenderly, foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling. "You're mine, Indigo. Forever."
She comes again, shattering around me, her cries muffled against my shoulder. The pulse of her walls drags me over the edge—I thrust deep, spilling inside her with a groan, marking her as mine in the most primal way.
We collapse together, panting, limbs entwined. I hold her close, stroking her hair. "Tomorrow's just a detour," I murmur. "I'll be back. We start our life then."
She snuggles closer, whispering, "I know. I love you."
As sleep pulls us under, her in my arms, I know this is it. It’s the love I've waited for. Dirty, romantic, real. And nothing's taking it away.
The airport humswith the usual chaos—rolling suitcases, muffled announcements, families hugging goodbye—but it all fades to static as I stand there with Indigo in my arms. Threedays. That's all it's been since the warehouse nightmare, since I held her trembling body and swore I'd never let go again. We've spent every second tangled up in that penthouse suite—laughing, loving, healing. Her bruises are fading, the fear in her eyes replaced by that fiery spark I fell for. But now? Now it's time for me to go.
She pulls back from our embrace, her hands framing my face, those supermodel eyes locking on mine with an intensity that still knocks the air out of me. "You sure about this, Mack? Chasing ghosts with your brothers?"
I nod, covering her hands with mine. "Nash's lead is solid. Dad's been gone since I was fifteen—presumed dead, but we've got proof otherwise. I have to see it through. For all of us."
She bites her lip, and nods back. "Okay. But as soon as you're home—wherever home ends up being—I'm there. No more goodbyes. We've got a life to start, you and me."
My chest tightens. God, I love her. This woman who stormed into my world like a hurricane, turning enemies into forever. I kiss her deep, tasting vanilla and promise, ignoring the stares from passersby. "Deal. I'll call every night. And Indigo? Stay safe. No more stalkers without me around to tackle 'em."
She laughs—that throaty sound that lights me up. "Promise. Now go, before I drag you back to the hotel."
