by Goode, Ella
That brings a tiny smile to Mack’s face. Star walks over and gives me a hug and a kiss before she sits down. Maisie sits down next to her. I’m sure Mack’s mom and dad will be back any moment now. Family has been in and out all day. I was enjoying our time alone but it is selfish for me to think that way. Even though the only thing I want to do at this moment is be alone with Mack, I know how worried everyone was when they’d received the call.
“When am I checking out? Dally and I have plans.” My mouth falls open. He acts like this is a hotel or something. The hospital room is nice enough to be one. It’s one of the perks of being a Castile, I guess. Star snorts and Maisie’s face pinkens. I’m sure her face is a reflection of mine because I think they both know what plans he’s talking about.
“Mack,” I hiss at him. That only gets me a bright smile. I guess I’m not the only one that wishes it was only the two of us. Mack wants out of here as quick as possible. I do too but only if the doctors okay it. Even then, I’m not sure I’ll ever let him out of my sight. I’ve gone from being annoyed at him always being around to terrified of him not being there.
Chapter 10
Mack
You’d think that a bullet in your side would put a damper on the whole erection thing but maybe normal gunshot victims don’t have someone looking like Dally as their nurse. Unwilling to let me stray more than an arm’s width away, my darling has taken it upon herself to organize my towel closet. This requires her to bend over and stretch high, separating her shirt from her waistband and revealing a tantalizing amount of skin. It’s not healthy for me to be watching her in my condition. My breath gets short, my heart starts racing and my dick gets hard.
The last one is the absolute worst because I can’t do anything about it. Doctor’s orders are no sex for two more weeks. I told her that kind of inactivity will kill me off faster than a bullet but she was unsympathetic. I should’ve asked for a male doctor. He would’ve understood. The point is that Dally wanted to have sex with me before I was shot and I can’t let that opportunity pass me by. I can’t allow that space to grow again. The wall is down and it needs to stay down.
“Darling,” I call.
She pushes the last of the towels away before facing me. “What is it?”
“Come over here.” I pat the side of the bed.
“No.”
“Why not?”
She presses her pretty lips together. “Because the last time I came near the bed, you dragged me on top of you and nearly had all my clothes off before I realized what was going on.”
I look down at my fingers with some pride. They are quick and talented. “It was an accident,” I lie. “My hands got caught in your shirt and in the process of trying to get untangled, your top came off. Whoops.”
“And it was an accident that your mouth was on my boob, too?”
I run my tongue along the inner side of my lower lip, remembering how good it felt when I was sucking on her tight nip. “Yeah. You were leaning forward trying to grab your shirt and your tit fell in between my lips. I feel bad about that.” Absolutely, fucking miserable that I didn’t get to suck on the other one before she came to her senses and hopped off.
“Mack, the doctor said—“
“Fuck that,” I interrupt. “Because they wear a white coat they think they know everything. Come on over and just sit on my face. I won’t move anything other than my tongue.”
Dally slams the door shut. “No and you’re making things worse for yourself and for me. I want you, too, but I also want you to heal, which you’re not going to do if you keep trying to drag me into bed with you.” She spins on her heel and disappears down the hallway.
I slam my head back against the pillows in frustration. Currently, the most painful part of my body is my throbbing, aching dick. I reach down and give myself a rough stroke while I try to think up some excuse that will get Dally to give me a little taste of her sweet pussy.
I know it’s going to be good. Just that one kiss in the hospital bed was enough to prove that we will be explosive together. I’m probably not going to last more than a hot second once I’m inside her cunt, but I’ve got good stamina. I’ll recover quick. And I plan to pay a lot of attention to her body before I start jacking into her. I’ve got plans upon plans. I want to know what it does to her heart when I lick the soft skin behind her ankle bone. Is she going to scream when I kiss her inner thighs? Is she sensitive in the space between her pretty shoulder blades? Does she like it when her clit’s being rubbed or nipped or both? How many fingers can I get inside her tight pussy? Two? Three? How hot is the grip of her cunt? What’s it going to feel like when her slick channel envelops my aching shaft?
My hand works harder, using the pre-cum to lube my grip.
“Mack!”
My eyes fly open to see Dally in the doorway, her eyes flicking from the hand I have wrapped around my cock to my eyes. “Darling?” I choke out.
“You’re supposed to be…” She trails off, her gaze returning to my cock.
An inspired idea pops into my head. “Darling, take your panties off and go sit in the chair.” I tilt my head toward the armless lounger that’s tucked into the corner. I’d like if it were closer, but I can still see her and for now, that’s good enough.
Dally draws her lower lip between her teeth. “I don’t know, Mack.” She turns pink with embarrassment but she’s not leaving and I find that encouraging.
“If you won’t let me touch you, at least touch yourself and let me watch. I want to learn about you, darling. I want to know how you like to be touched. What turns you on. Please,” I beg. “Do it for this sick man.”
A small smile touches the corner of her lips. “Oh, you’re playing that card?”
“Darling, I’d use any card. Haven’t you figured that out by now? I’d do anything to have you.” I’d stay by your side, faithfully, for years waiting for the opportunity to show you how good we could be together.
Hesitantly, she begins to move—into the room, toward the chair. My heart starts racing again and the orgasm I was building before Dally appeared threatens to erupt at just the idea of her fingering her little pussy. I squeeze myself tight—so tight that I almost black out from the pain, but it’s enough to make the sperm crawl back into my balls.
“That’s right. Pull down those pants of yours and sit on the chair.”
Dally does as I tell her, perching on the edge. Her knees are pinned together and the T-shirt she had tucked in covers her lap.
“Shirt, off,” I order and push myself up into a sitting position so I can have a better view.
“I don’t know.” Dally’s eyes dart to the window. “It’s the middle of the day, Mack. I think I should go—“
“No!” I put up a hand. “Stop thinking. Just go with it, darling. I want you so damn much and if this is the only way I can have you, then I’ll take it.” When she still hesitates, I resort to threats. “Don’t make me get out of bed and come over there. I’ll rip my stitches and your shirt.”
“Not the shirt,” she says in mock dismay.
“Yeah the shirt.” And that pussy, I think. I’m going to tear that pussy in half when I get the opportunity. I’m going to defile your innocence and make you come so hard that you’ll feel the aftershocks in your body for weeks after. I lick my lips and harden my voice. “Take off your clothes now, Dally.”
Chapter 11
Dally
My heart rate picks up as I decide to throw caution to the wind and follow Mack’s direction. The moment that I walked back into the room and saw him stroking his rock hard cock, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out any longer. I’d left the room to try and cool down to begin with. The way he is watching me with hungry eyes has my whole body on edge. I made it two minutes before I came back to check on him. It feels like there is now this invisible string that keeps me tied to him. I can’t get too far before I find myself being pulled back toward him.
I slowly lift my shirt over my head and throw it to th
e ground. My bra quickly follows, wanting to get them off as fast as possible before I chicken out. I’ve never been naked in front of a man before. I hate that I feel shy about it. It’s only the human body. Everyone has one but I want Mack to like what he sees when he looks at mine.
I gaze up to see Mack’s eyes burning with desire. I’m sure mine are reflecting the same thing back to him. I lick my lips as I watch him continue to stroke himself. He really is a perfect specimen of a man.
“Lean back and spread your legs for me, darling. Show me your pretty pussy.” His dirty words encourage me to do exactly what he’s suggesting. I shouldn’t be shocked that Mack has such a dirty mouth. If he wants to say something he does. I’ve just never heard him say something dirty until recently. All those remarks have been coming my way now. They spur me on. Make me feel like I’m some creature from another world that is exciting and new to him. Like nothing else before. It’s because I know him that I think that. I’ve never seen or heard him act this way with anyone else. Ever. He’s stayed clear of women. He never even cared to be touched except by his own family. And me. I may have been missing something that’s been right in front of me for a while. I thought I’d been grouped in as part of the family because of how close I am with Maisie but now I’m starting to believe it’s been something else altogether.
I feel myself become slick with desire at his direction. I lean back and spread my legs to show him what belongs to him. To let him see what no other man has ever seen before. A place that has only ever ached for him. It’s how I know that he’s the one.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. Perfect. Show me how you pleasure yourself.” I’m a little hesitant at first but I reach down and rub my clit the way I usually do when I’m alone, pretending that it’s Mack’s thick fingers that are giving me the pleasure. A scenario that I’m familiar with since he’s the one that I fantasize about when I’m alone at night. “Eyes on me.” His rough voice startles me, causing my eyes to fly back open. I hadn’t realized they’d started to close.
“Is this what you want to see, Mack.” My gaze remains on his as I lift my other hand to my mouth and lick the tips of my fingers. I bring them down to my breast and tease my pert nipple with them as I continue to rub my pussy. His mouth felt so much better than my fingers but this will have to do for now. How long did the doctor say he’d be out of commission? Right now I can’t remember anything but Mack.
His strokes become faster as I bring myself closer to orgasm. This is the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced and he’s not even touching me. Thoughts of how it will be when he’s the one doing this to me have me throwing my head back and shouting his name as my body shudders with orgasm. I come so hard that I swear I almost come out of my skin. I fall back into the chair, my breathing still heavy.
“Fuck!” I hear him growl, bringing me out of my sexual haze. I look over to him. He seems ready to bound out of bed to get a piece of me. I react without thinking and before I know it, I’m out of the chair and approaching his bedside. That invisible string pulling me to him again. His hand is gripping his cock tight but he’s not stroking himself. He’s holding back. I lean down and our mouths crash together. We kiss as if we’re starved for one another. I break the kiss as Mack tries to reach for me with his other hand. The one he knows he can’t use due to where he was shot.
“You’re not allowed to use that hand and you know it. Doctor’s orders.” I give him a stern look as I stand here in my birthday suit.
“Maybe you should help me. Since I’m injured and all.” His hand begins to stroke his cock again. When he sees that I’m reaching for it, he lets it go, allowing me to take it in my hand. It’s soft and smooth to the touch. Also hard as a rock. Almost angry looking. It jerks in my hand. I begin stroking him the same as I watched him do. I look to his face to see his reaction. His eyes stay glued to mine as I pleasure him. My strokes become faster, wanting to make him come. I have a need to give him the same pleasure he gave me without having to even touch me. I wish I could put my lips around him and allow his hot seed to fill my mouth. To find out what he tastes like there too.
“Dip your fingers in your tight little pussy for me. Get them nice and wet. I want a taste. Give it to me.” His perverted words light my body on fire. I continue to stroke him, letting my other hand slip between my thighs my fingers easily getting wet. My thighs are covered in my orgasm. I realize how worked up he’s gotten me. I’ve never been this wet in my life.
I bring my fingers to his mouth, and his tongue comes out and licks my pleasure off of my fingertips. His eyes close as he savors it. I feel his body tighten. He groans out my name as his hot cum coats my hand and his stomach. When his eyes open they immediately look down to where my hand still holds his cock. I release him and lift my fingers to my mouth, wanting to taste him as he did me. His gaze is locked on me as I lick his cum from my fingers. I have no idea how we are going to make it two weeks without sex but I think Mack will come up with all kinds of ideas based on what happened today. I look forward to each and every one of them.
Chapter 12
Mack
“Should you really be up and around?” Quinn asks. “Your doctor said you should rest for two weeks.”
Why am I surrounded by so many people who care about me? Why couldn’t I have one person in my inner circle who doesn’t give a shit? I need to rethink my hiring practices. Next time I’m only getting people who are self-absorbed and won’t care if I get shot. I actually thought that was Quinn. She’s very attached to her job. “How long were you gone on vacation?”
“We aren’t talking about me, are we?” She holds up her phone.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Taking photos of you to send to Dally. She suspected you wouldn’t listen to the doctor’s orders and that I should send her a text when you decided you knew more than someone who went to school for ten years.”
I reach out and swipe the phone from Quinn, ignoring the twinge of pain the motion causes.
“Ha! I saw that.”
“Saw what?” I mumbled, deleting the pictures off the phone. I’m about to give it back when I see a number of photos featuring an unfamiliar dark-haired man. I squint and try to make him out. “Who’s this?”
“Give me my phone back right now.” Quinn leaps at me. I hold her off with one arm.
“Nah. Did you have a vacation fling? Good for you, Quinn. I thought you lived and breathed spreadsheets.” I select a couple and send them to Dally with a message that Quinn has a new boyfriend before handing the device back to my assistant.
She shrieks when she sees what I’ve done. “Oh my God. He’s not my boyfriend.” She types a denial to Dally in furious taps. “I was taking his picture because I thought he was going to murder someone.”
While she tries to clear the air, I go fetch myself a cup of coffee. The phone rings seconds later. I lean against the counter and watch in amusement as my assistant tries to wriggle out of this.
“No, Dally, I’m not dating anyone. I didn’t text that. Your boyfriend did. Yes! He’s off the sofa. I was taking a picture of him to send to you when he stole my phone. Okay, I did take those photos but I have a really good explanation.”
I set down my mug and head for the garage. This will take some time and while my assistant is distracted, I can go get some flowers. I have a seduction to plan.
“He’s escaping,” Quinn yells behind me.
I hop into the driver’s seat of my Mercedes and wave. That worked out well, I think, smirking. Only two seconds later, my car phone rings.
“Darling, don’t you have people to save?”
“Why can’t you stay in bed for one more day?” she asks instead of answering me.
“You weren’t there with me.” I maneuver onto Main Street and head toward a suburban area across town. The address was sent to me by the head detective in charge after she secured my promise that I wasn’t going to do anything that would land me in jail. Initially she wanted me to swe
ar I wasn’t going to hurt anyone but we settled for the “no acts of illegality” clause before she agreed to hand over the personal information of the man who shot up the lab. He’s out on bail and I just want to talk.
The suburb looks nice. The trees are trimmed and the grass is cut. There are kids riding skateboards in a cul-de-sac. Seems nice enough. I get out of the car and amble along the plain concrete walkway to a front porch. The door opens before I get there and a pale woman steps out. Her face is lined and her eyes are puffy and swollen. An apron covers a very rounded belly.
I stop and shove my hands in my pocket so I don’t look too threatening. “Ma’am. I’m—“
“I know who you are,” she says. “My husband’s not here.”
“I thought he was under house arrest and wasn’t allowed to leave?” That’s what the detective told me.
“He had a heart attack last night and died.”
“Oh shit.”
The woman wipes her eyes. “He was sorry. Really sorry.” She starts weeping in earnest, folding over like a piece of paper.
I bound up the steps and put an arm around her shoulder, leading her to one of the rocking chairs sitting on the porch. “You have family around?”
She shakes her head. “My momma is coming but her plane doesn’t get in until tonight. Daniel was an orphan. It’s just me and this one now.” She rubs her hand over her stomach. “I suppose you’re here for answers. Ever since I got pregnant, Daniel became obsessed with finding his birth parents. He thought he’d tracked down his mama. She denied that they were related but he wouldn’t believe her. Finally she agreed to take a DNA test. Well, the results showed that there was less than 4% chance of them being related and it just set him off.”