by T. E. Black
“Tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours baby,” I whisper.
She’s going to let me in whether she wants to or not. She doesn’t have a choice. I’m all in. All of my cards are on the table, and I need hers to be, too. She clears her throat, the words on the tip of her tongue.
“I just haven’t done that since Derrick...I just needed a minute…I'm fine, honestly Mac. I just got a little overwhelmed…”
I see her face cringe speaking his name. I know this is a subject which eats at her. How is it possible this girl hasn’t been with someone in three years? I mean, I know she was under lock and key at her parent’s house, but Christ, men had to have been throwing themselves at her constantly. Why didn’t she hook up with them? Why did she choose me?
“I didn’t know baby. I didn't think that's what you meant when you said I wouldn’t fit. I never would’ve made a move on you if I knew. How is that even possible? You’re so fucking beautiful. I just didn’t think…”
She shocks the fuck out of me once again by rushing toward me, closing the distance, and kissing my lips violently. I groan in her mouth as her tongue explores my mouth in a frenzy. I kiss her back with as much force as I have. My cock springs to life when her nipples harden against me.
This woman is making me lose my mind, making me a total basket case, changing the game entirely, and I fucking love it. I love every inch of her crazy, but sexy as fuck, ass. This right here is what I knew we could be since the minute I laid my eyes on her. She has my heart on a silver platter, hers to do as she sees fit. She can both keep it safe and warm or she can light it on fire, watching it burn in front of her. It’s all up to her. I'll give it to her however she wants me to.
She pulls away, staring up at me with those incredibly hypnotizing baby blues. I place another gentle kiss on her lips, shutting off the water behind her.
“Come on baby, let’s get out. This water is ice fucking cold.”
She giggles, nodding her head in agreement. I help her out, grabbing two towels from the closet, and wrapping them around us. The broken door makes her giggle while we both step over it. I smirk at her lightly.
“What’s so funny?” I tease playfully, digging through my drawers for one of my oversized t-shirts from my dresser for her to sleep in.
“Do you Davis’s have something against bathroom doors?” she asks, trying to keep her face serious.
Pulling on a clean pair of boxers, I laugh along with her.
“Yeah. I guess we like the open door policy in this house.”
She laughs while walking over to the bedroom door, opening it up, and sticking her head out into the hallway. Is she leaving me? Motherfucker. You’ve got to be shitting me. I didn’t think she was still upset. She said it herself it wasn’t even about me. Her tears were not my fault for once.
She makes kissing noises loudly until I hear four paws running full force up the steps toward us.
Oh hell no.
There’s no way I’m sharing my bed with two women tonight. It’s reserved for one woman and one woman only. Callie.
“Callie…” I warn her, but I’m interrupted by Nanook running like a race car driver and crashing into me as she jumps on the bed.
“It’s her bed!” she argues with me.
Nanook licks my face like she hasn’t seen me in years and laughter erupts from me. I try to move away from her, but she follows my every move, making herself comfortable lying on top of my chest. I give up, letting her do as she pleases which includes wagging her tail around like a maniac and licking every inch of my face.
I hear Callie laughing hysterically across the room as I attempt to shimmy Nook off of me. I jump off the bed and pick up Callie to toss her on my bed with Nook. She will pay for that. I’m going to let Nanook kiss the hell out of her. It’s only fair. She called the loony dog upstairs after all.
I hold her down for Nook to kiss Callie senseless. Nanook takes the invitation and does her worst causing Callie to squeal.
“No! Oh my God. Mac, she just stuck her tongue up my nose! I surrender! Please, I’ll do anything!”
Laughter fills the room and Nanook jumps off the bed, taking off back downstairs. Callie wipes at her face hysterically, probably trying to remove the slobber from it. She looks so damn cute with her hair a mess and her cheeks red from laughter. I lean down, kissing her tiny nose.
"Anything?" I ask her, wagging my eyebrows.
She eyes me up, letting out a small huff, followed by an eye roll.
"You're such a man! You set me up! You knew your dog would go on a kissing attack and I would say just about anything to get her to stop."
I dip my hand between her legs confirming my suspicions. She squirms on the bed while her breathing increases and her lips part. That's my girl. She's soaking wet and ready for me.
"From how wet you are baby, I'd say your last sentence was a total and complete lie."
I bring my fingers up to my mouth, sucking the juices off of them vigorously. She tastes so fucking good. I've tasted quite a few pussies, but hers is the only one I feel like I could devour for the rest of my life.
Her eyes turn hooded as she watches me suck her off of my fingers. I pull them out of my mouth with a loud pop, offering them to her. She licks her lips, accepting my offer, and sucking them into her own. I swear I could cum from the sight alone. My cock twitches with jealousy as I watch her slide my fingers out of her mouth. That beautiful fucking mouth.
"Come here, baby. My fingers aren't the only thing that needs to be in your beautiful mouth."
A devilish smile appears on her lips, knowing exactly what I mean. She sits up, sliding herself down the bed between my legs. I fist her hair while she pulls my cock free from my boxers and licks the tip of my erection with her tongue.
I groan, closing my eyes and leaning back on the bed. This is going to be a long fucking night.
I wake up before Mac and decide we should both probably eat. Neither of us got much sleep last night because of other activities. That also meant there were no nightmares waking me up in the middle of the night.
Untangling myself from him, I slip out of bed and make my way into the kitchen to find something to make for breakfast. I round the corner and see Nanook lying by her food bowl looking devastated that her daddy kicked her out of the bedroom last night. Poor girl.
I walk over to her and her ears perk and her eyes open wide.
Oh no, I woke up the demon dog.
Picking up her food bowl, I search around the kitchen attempting to find her food, but I’m unsuccessful. I don’t want to wake Mac up yet. He has to be tired after his never ending physical activities last night. I look over at Nanook, sighing at her.
“Well girl, looks like you’re going to be eating what we’re eating this morning.”
She tips her head to the side, making an excited squeal. Guess she agrees with my breakfast plan after all. I end up finding some eggs, bacon, and toast to make, which seems like a pretty damn good breakfast. Who doesn’t like that combo? Even Nanook is drooling at my feet while I make it. It’s foolproof, or at least I thought it was.
I’m a decent cook, but when it comes to multitasking, I can’t confirm I’m good at it. As I scramble the eggs in the skillet, I smell a smoky smell coming from the toaster. Shit. Mac isn’t even awake yet, and I’m already burning his house down. I unplug the toaster from the wall, pulling out the very crispy toast. Scratch that, very burnt toast.
Nanook gives me a look which says, “You just burnt my breakfast, woman,” and I have to laugh at her. I grab a magazine off the island, moving it in the air like a fan and praying to God this apartment doesn’t have smoke detectors. It’s smokey as hell in here.
In my frenzy to get rid of the smoke, I hear a hearty laugh from the doorway. Great. Mac stands at the door in a pair of sweatpants which hang low on his hips, exposing his mouth watering “V” again. He’s built like a stone wall. I could stare at his body all day and not tire of it, but that’
s probably not a good idea since I already burnt one part of our breakfast. After eye fucking him to death, I look up to see a cocky grin placed on his lips.
"Ya know, if ya didn’t want to see me again, ya could’ve just said so instead of trying to burn my apartment down with me in it.” He chuckles.
I give him a warning look, holding up the spatula in my hand ready to defend my cooking skills if I have to.
“I only burnt the toast, but if you actually fed your dog, which I assume you don’t since I couldn’t find any of her food in this house, maybe she wouldn’t eat doors and maybe I wouldn’t have to cook eggs and bacon for her,” I tease playfully.
He closes the distance between us, pinning me against the counter with his body. I study his face, memorizing how delicious he looks first thing in the morning. He leans in, nipping at my neck with his teeth before he places a light kiss in the same spot. I beg my thighs to stop shaking in anticipation, but that doesn’t happen when he runs his hand down my body, giving my ass a firm squeeze.
“I could just eat you for breakfast.” He nibbles on my earlobe.
My breath hitches with the thought of him taking me right here on the counter. I mumble a slew of incoherent sounds, feeling his cocky grin touch my skin.
“Uh, but I made eggs…” I offer, flustered from his touch.
He reaches over, clicking the knob for the stove top off. I swallow a lump in my throat. I’ve never been affected by a man like this. I know I have little experience, but with Derrick, it was just wham-bam thank you ma’am. I never felt an electric current like I do with Mac.
“Fuck the eggs, Callie. When I’m finished with you, you’re not going to give two fucks about them either.”
His eyes turn hooded with need, his free hand grabbing the other side of my ass, picking me up easily. My legs instantly wrap around his waist, already knowing what they want.
Mmmmm, I sound out as he squeezes me a little harder than before.
He places me on the counter, pushing up his t-shirt over my chest. I can feel how much he appreciates my body by just watching his face. This insatiable man makes me feel so sexy and I love it. He makes me feel like a woman.
“Jesus Christ woman. Your tits should be illegal. They’re fucking perfect, baby,” he says, lavishing them in kisses.
I squirm against his touch. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, and my hands find his hair, tugging it roughly. Why is his hair perfect for pulling? It’s like it was made for it. He removes his face from my breasts, taking his shirt completely off of me and tossing it across the kitchen.
“Tell me what you want Callie.” He kisses my lips harshly.
“I want you Mac. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk. I never want to spend another minute without you here. I need you to be my man. I need you to keep me safe. I need this. I need us.”
His hand dips between my legs, his fingers stroking over my wet panties. I moan into his mouth, my legs wrapping tighter around his waist.
“You, Mac. Please, just do it.” I beg.
He makes a tsk-tsk sound and stops touching my panties. I sigh at the loss of contact, pouting my lips at him.
“You have to say it, baby. I wanna hear you say it.”
I give in to his wishes, knowing it’s the only way this sexual tension will disappear. He knows he has full control over my body. Even my mind at this point. I give him what he wants, speaking slow and seductively.
“I want you to fuck me Mac. I want this,” I reach down, grabbing his erection between us, and sliding my hand up and down it through his boxers, “in my pussy right now. No more waiting. No condoms. Just you, bare and inside me.”
He groans against my mouth, sliding my panties down my legs and pulling himself free from his boxers. He moves between us, placing my legs around his waist again and positioning himself at my entrance.
I close my eyes in anticipation. I need this. I need him. I love this man. I’m head over heels in love with him. He pushes into me, the movement having me cry out in pleasure.
“You need a minute baby?” he asks, stilling himself from moving any further.
“No, just fuck me Mac,” I plead breathlessly.
He kisses me hard and fast, the same way he fucks me. I moan against his mouth as he pumps in and out of me. His groans become louder and he mumbles low and husky.
“So fucking tight baby. I could stay here for the rest of my life.”
He thrusts and I feel myself squeezing around him, getting close to my release. I’ve never cum so quick in my entire life. He feels so good, filling me, stretching me. He hits the special spot inside me and my vision clouds, white spots floating around the sky.
“Mac, I’m going to—” I manage to get out in between moans.
My orgasm washes over me like waves crashing to the shore, my ears ringing from the feeling. My body convulses around him as I slip into the sexual bliss of my orgasm. Mac isn’t far behind, grunting out his own release.
My chest pounds as I come down from the high I’m feeling right now. Mac’s head falls to my chest, his breathing just as erratic as mine.
“You are fucking perfect Callie. You were made for me.”
I let out a playful giggle.
“Oh yeah?”
He lifts his head, smiling at me devilishly.
“Yeah baby, there’s no one else for me. You’re it.”
I squeak as he picks me up by the ass again, this time throwing me over his shoulder, giving my ass a hard smack.
“Put me down you caveman!”
I beat on his back lightly, praying he never puts me down. I could stay wrapped up in this man for the rest of my existence. His playful side is as sexy as every other angle of him. How I didn’t realize this sooner is beyond me. We are puzzle pieces, and someone has been trying to put us together for what feels like a million years. They have finally found the missing piece to my puzzle.
“Not a chance, sweetheart.”
He chuckles carrying me into the bathroom. He steps carefully over the broken door still in pieces. That poor door. I chuckle lightly. Note to self: Don’t lock doors on Mac or his dog.
He turns on the shower, stepping us both into the water before it warms. I scream loudly as the ice cold water hits my back.
“It’s so cold Mac!” I squeal in an attempt to get away from it.
He slides me down the front of his body, letting my feet touch the tile floor. Taking my face in his hands, he pulls my face inches away from his. His green eyes find mine, the same look of love in them. He opens his mouth to speak, closing it softly before opening it again.
“I love you, Callie Rose Matthews. I wish I realized it sooner. It's you, baby. It was always you. You’re everything to me, sweetheart. You’re my lifeline. I need you for the rest of my goddamn life. I don’t want to go another minute without being able to say you’re my girl.”
His eyes close as if he’s anticipating what I’m going to reply with, but he has nothing to worry about. I am irrevocably in love with this insane man, and I plan to tell him.
I run my hand over his tattoos and he opens his eyes. He lets me get lost in the green pools.
“I love you too, Mac. I’m completely crazy and madly in love with you. I’m your chick and you're my man. It was always you for me, too.”
He brings his lips to mine in between kissing, whispering to me.
“I love you so fucking much baby. I got you covered.”
I smile a genuine smile at him, returning his kiss.
After giving Callie a workout in the shower twice, I figured we’d spend the day making up for lost time, but she denied me saying we had to tell Sierra about us since, as of last night, she still wanted to rip my balls off. In her defense, I deserved it, but not now. Callie and I are happy and shit is figured out between us, so I hope she’ll support us. If not, then too fucking bad because I’m not letting this girl go, best friend’s approval or not.
Callie goes into the bathroom, looking for her dress from
last night. That shit is long gone. The dress is for my eyes only, along with those heels. She’ll get it back when I want her to wear it for me.
“Mac, where are my clothes?”
I chuckle as I lie on my bed, watching her come out looking extremely pissed off. Her hands are braced on her hips and her face set in a scowl.
“Nanook must’ve eaten them,” I play it off, shrugging my shoulders at her.
“Mac…”
It’s just too easy to get her fired up. Not to mention, she looks so sexy when she gets all flustered and mad. I try to not laugh, but one escapes me as she stalks toward me. She grabs a pillow and hits me with it as hard as she can. I grab her hips, pulling her down on top of me and she lets out an adorable squeak.
“I told you baby, that shit is for my eyes only. That dress and those fuck-me heels are in a safe place for now.”
She arches a brow at me, a suggestive smile on her lips.
“Fuck-me heels?” she asks, laughing.
“Yep. Those heels are made for fucking, and you’re banned from wearing them for anyone but me, sweetheart.”
She tries to get away from me, but I tighten my grip on her hip bones.
“What am I going to wear home? I have nothing else.”
The way she pouts makes me wants to kiss the expression right off of her face. Everything about this woman is sexy and she doesn’t even try. Even with her hair twisted up on top of her head, and no makeup, she’s stunning. Even better, she’ll have to wear my clothes home. Seeing her in my shirt this morning made me want to beat my chest like a fucking animal. She brings out that side of me. The side which wants to mark her as my territory so every son of a bitch who thinks about looking at her thinks twice knowing she’s mine.
“I’ll give you clothes,” I state nonchalantly.
“I highly doubt that your shoes will fit me, big foot.”
I let out a laugh, placing a kiss on her delicate nose. “I’ll carry you, baby.”