by Keith, Megan
“Uh-huh.” He pushed the material off her shoulders and then unhooked her bra and slowly slid it from her body, watching those damn goose bumps appear before dropping it to the floor. He heard her shoes drop too, but his focus was on her heavy breasts when her nipples formed tight peaks. He reached over to the bowl and dipped a finger into the dessert; scooping the small amount into his mouth and licking his finger. “Mmm, want some?”
“Please.” She loved the mousse that Hilda made them yesterday, had she known there were leftovers she probably would have eaten it today. Watching ‘Sir’ suck on his finger, before dipping it back in the dessert bowl, she was quietly pleased that she hadn’t known.
“Close your eyes and open your mouth,” he instructed. “Leave your hands where they are on the counter.” He wiped a small amount of the mousse on her bottom lip but quickly removed his finger when she tried to close her mouth around it. His cock hardened watching her lick her lips clean. Moving his hand lower, he wiped the remainder of the mousse on her nipple.
She gasped loudly. “That’s cold.” He leaned forward, sucking the chocolate covered peak into his mouth. “Oh god!”
He grazed his teeth over her nipple and then dipped two fingers back in the bowl. This time he smeared it across her breasts causing her to shiver. The pale round globes looked positively delicious covered in chocolate dessert, her nipples standing to attention and goose bumps spread across them. He leaned down to lap it up, sliding his tongue back and forth until it was all gone.
“Mmm, everything tastes better when it’s from your body, Mackenzie.” He straightened and went for the bowl again, dipping his fingers in and then smearing it across her mouth, this time allowing her to suck on his fingers before removing them to replace them with his tongue. He ate at her mouth hungrily, his speed increasing with the sound of her moan that vibrated against him. She moved her hands to his hair and he pulled back. “No. Hands on the counter.”
“Yes Sir,” she replied on a pant, obeying him and reattaching her mouth to his. He scooped a handful of mousse from the bowl and spread it across her breasts, she gasped into his mouth, increasing the pace of her kiss. He kissed the corner of her mouth, her chin and then went back to work on her chest, while he tugged her panties down her thighs and hastily undid his pants, freeing himself and shoving his way back between her legs.
“I need inside you now.” He nudged at her opening.
“No Sir.” She tried to push him away.
“No? Are you disobeying me?”
“I need …”
“You need?”
She opened her eyes and answered, “My turn at dessert.”
His only response was to help her from the counter and shove his pants closer to his ankles. She kicked off her panties and turned to grab some mousse from the bowl. Her skirt was bunched around her waist and her ass bare. Nate’s hands automatically moved in to cup her cheeks, rubbing them before giving her a hard slap. She yelped and he admired the red mark on her ass before she again faced him, this time with a twinkle in her eye and a hand covered in chocolate mousse. He took a step back and watched her fall to her knees in front of him. The cold dessert made him hiss when she wrapped her hand around him. He looked down on her while she rubbed the mess further up his stomach with her other hand and then began licking it on her way back to his throbbing cock. He was ready to explode when her mouth finally reached him.
“Fuck, that tastes delicious,” she said, looking up at him before sucking him back into her mouth.
“I love your dirty mouth, but stop talking and lick it all off.” He chuckled before inhaling a huge breath when he felt himself losing control. “I need to get inside you.”
She did as she was told, happy to have her chocolate fill and eager to have him between her legs. He hoisted her back onto the counter and they both worked his cock into her body. She could taste chocolate and Nate as she kissed him. It was the best tasting sex she’d ever had.
He pulled back to watch her, threading his hand in her hair, positioning her to his liking – so he could look into her eyes that were holding his stare. She barely blinked and she held him captivated as he thrust into her body. He eventually allowed his eyes to wander. She was propping herself up on straight arms, her back arched and breasts pushed upwards. She had mousse all around her mouth and on her breasts.
“You’re a fucking mess,” he said with a smirk.
“You don’t look so good yourself,” she replied, checking over his body. She reached for the bowl and swiped a little more mousse from it, then wiped her fingers over his lips so she could eat it. “Best. Mousse. Ever.” She spoke between her chocolate covered kisses and his deep thrusts.
“Mackenzie!” he called out in warning a few thrusts later.
“Yes!” she replied on a scream as her body shook with her climax. He released himself a moment later. Her eyes stared into his as he came undone, his mouth hovering over hers. When he stopped moving she closed the gap to kiss him.
“Marry me,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist where she stood in front of the mirror in their bathroom. She was rinsing her toothbrush and didn’t skip a beat before answering.
“Marriage won't work for me. I don't see the point.” She’d answered him in much the same way, time and time again.
“Get the week off work.”
“What? Why?” She caught his eye in the mirror.
“Because we are going to put that passport of yours to good use. I'm going to show you what a good marriage looks like. How our marriage would be.”
“What do you mean?” She returned her toothbrush to the holder and turned to face him.
“It's time you met Mom and Dad.” Mackenzie gasped and Nate put on a fake English accent. “We're going to London, baby!” he said, before he left the room.
She turned back to her reflection, her mouth agape. London? He can’t be serious.
“I’m serious.” Mackenzie looked over her shoulder to see him leaning against the door frame. He looked down at the stressed look on her face. “Relax papillon.” He stepped closer to cup her cheek. “My parents will love you.”
“Nate-”
He cut off her words with a kiss. If there was one thing he’d figured out since being with Mackenzie, it was that sometimes it was best to just stop her from thinking too hard.
“We’re leaving for London in the morning? How did you even manage that? You only just told me last night. I’m not ready. I’ve got to pack and-”
“Relax. There’s plenty of time.” He leaned across the table, placing his hand on hers. She let out a frustrated sigh and Nate couldn’t help but chuckle.
“It’s not funny. I haven’t even called Jonathan yet.”
“No need. I took care of it.”
“What? When?”
“While you were sleeping. Which brings me to my next question. Have you decided about The Blue Room?”
Mackenzie’s head was spinning at the change of subject. “I, um…”
“Need more time?”
“Yes,” she replied, having spent the previous day mulling it over she still hadn’t decided.
“Okay. Speak to me when you’re ready.”
They were seated on the back deck enjoying Sunday brunch. It had been relaxing until now. Now Mackenzie felt overwhelmed. She’d never been overseas before. She thought there would be more planning involved. She hadn’t even got used to the idea and now they were leaving in less than twenty-four hours?
“I have to go to my apartment.” Mackenzie quickly stood from her chair.
“Why?”
“My passport is still there and I need to get the rest of my clothes. If I’m meeting your parents I need … shit Nate, I have to go!”
“Mackenzie.” His voice held an air of authority. It stopped her in her tracks. He stood beside her and cupped the back of her head. “Relax. I’ll get Simon. We’ll all go together.”
“No! You stay here. Simon can take me.” He couldn’t re
ad her expression but she looked uneasy.
“Papillon-”
“Nate, please.”
“Everything is going to be okay with my parents, Mackenzie. I promise.”
She gave him a tentative smile and walked inside to get her suitcases and to find Simon.
“Andrea, thank god ...!”
“Hey Mack! How’s it going?” Andrea pulled her robe tighter around her body and leaned against her open apartment door.
“Can I come in?”
Andrea raised her eyebrows. “Um, I…”
“Sorry, am I interrupting something? Is Henry over?”
“Yes, he is. He’s just taking a shower”
“It’s okay, I’ll go.” Mackenzie turned to walk away before spinning back to face her friend. “It’s just ... I could use some help. When you get a chance, can you come to my apartment?”
Fifteen minutes later, Andrea knocked and opened Mackenzie’s door, to find her standing in the kitchen, wine glass in hand.
“Great minds,” Andrea said, producing a bottle of her own. Mackenzie got out another glass and the two of them took seats at the kitchen table. “So what’s up?”
Mackenzie slumped in the chair opposite. “Everything.” She sucked in a lungful of air and then the words started flying form her mouth in a rush. “So I move in with the guy, which is a huge thing for me, massive, because I’ve always been on my own. A big enough adjustment, right? And the house? It’s a mansion with servants, Andrea! I don’t belong there. But I love it, I really do. And Hilda and Simon are so nice, it kind of feels like home already. But now … now he’s buying me a freakin’ bar and whisking me off to England. I can’t own a business! What am I supposed to do with that? How am I ever supposed to accept that kind of gift? I’ve never been in a plane, let alone over-freakin’-seas! He won’t stop asking me to marry him! And I have to meet his parents tomorrow, Andrea!”
Andrea laughed. Then she laughed some more.
“It’s not funny!”
“It is!” She continued to laugh until Mackenzie joined in. “You should hear yourself! Here, I think you need more wine!” She poured Mackenzie another glass. “And then I think you should slow down your words and start that story all over again.”
A couple of bottles of wine later, Andrea and Mackenzie had somehow managed to get her suitcases packed. They were both more than a little buzzed when Mackenzie received a text from Nate.
Where are you? Is everything okay?
“What is it?” Andrea asked.
“Shh, shh, it’s Nate,” Mackenzie replied, with her finger to her lips.
“He can’t hear us, Mack,” Andrea whisper-giggled back.
“Oh right, ha ha.”
It took a few goes, due to her lack of hand-eye coordination, but Mackenzie managed to shoot a text back. And it felt like only seconds later that Simon knocked at the door to collect her and her bags.
“Thank you so much for tonight, Andrea.”
Andrea’s brow scrunched in confusion. “It’s day time.” Then she looked out the window to the night sky. “Oh right. I’ve been here all day?” She stumbled back to her apartment but Mackenzie grabbed her before she could enter.
“Thank you.” She hugged Andrea tightly. “I really needed a friend today.”
“Any time, Mack. Consider us besties now!”
“Absolutely!”
He stood in the doorway and looked down at his phone again.
Fine! Pls Sinom puck up now redy fuck luv U xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
If it wasn’t for the fact he’d already sent Simon on his way to collect Mackenzie, he would have been over there in a flash after a text like that. But Simon was parking the car outside her building when it came through and had called him back minutes later to let Nate know that she was fine. Drunk, but fine.
He looked up to see the car pulling in the driveway. As soon as Simon parked, Nate opened the car door to find a sleeping Mackenzie in the back seat.
“Mackenzie,” he whispered, gently shaking her shoulder to rouse her.
She woke up instantly and staggered from the car. She curled her arms around him and gripped his ass, looking up at him with a dreamy look on her face.
“Have I told you how happy you make me?” she asked then hiccupped.
Nate chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. “No, but I’d love to hear it.”
“So happy,” she slurred. “Nate, so very, very happy.” Her eyes drooped and she gave him a lazy smile.
“Right. I think it’s time for you to go to bed.” She nodded and he swept her into his arms to begin the walk to their room.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I’ve never been so happy in all my life. Thank you.”
“No, thank you, Mackenzie.”
She was back to sleep in his arms before they’d even reached the top of the stairs. By the time he placed her on the bed she was snoring softly. It was adorable. He carefully removed her clothes, folded the duvet over her and then set about getting himself undressed. When he crawled into bed, Mackenzie rolled into his side, slinging her arm across his body.
“I love you Nate,” she whispered sleepily, without opening her eyes.
“Marry me then,” he whispered back.
“Maybe.”
He swore his heart skipped a beat. Maybe? He smiled. Now that’s progress.
She squeezed his hand tighter.
“Are you excited?”
“I’m scared Nate.”
“Wait. Have you never been on a plane before?” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I didn’t think I’d be this scared.”
“Open your eyes,” he demanded and she did. “You have nothing to worry about. Trust me.” He leaned over to her seat and pressed a searing kiss to her lips. Her mouth opened and he deepened that kiss, their tongues clashing passionately. She moaned and he pulled back.
“Thanks for the distraction.”
“At your service all flight. Any time you want a distraction just let me know. We could even join the mile high club if you feel that way inclined.” He wriggled his eyebrows up and down and Mackenzie giggled. Her grip on his hand loosened a little. “Better?”
“Yes, much.”
Mackenzie found she didn’t much like the taking off or the landing of the plane, but the eight hours in between, seated in first class next to Nate, wasn’t so bad. In fact, it was great spending time like that together. They talked, ate, drank, watched a movie and even slept for a little while.
By the time they arrived in London it was almost midnight local time which meant dinner time in Chicago. They ate at the airport while waiting for their luggage, before getting in a hire car and driving the forty minutes to Woldingham, Surrey, where Nate’s parents lived.
“Is it weird driving on the opposite side of the road? It sure feels weird as the passenger.” Nate shrugged. Mackenzie reached over the center console of the car to grasp his thigh. “You look so sexy behind the wheel.” It was the first time she’d ever seen him drive.
“It helps that this car is fucking hot!” he said excitedly.
Mackenzie laughed, loving his enthusiasm. Boys and their toys. She couldn’t argue though, the sporty silver Porsche they were seated in was definitely hot.
“It’s a shame it’s so dark, I can’t see anything out here. There’s not even many street lights anymore.”
“We have all week to explore.”
Nate had told her that his parent’s house was in the country, and even in the dark she could tell that there were hills and fields, with houses few and far between. She was excited to see the area in the daylight.
“Here we are,” Nate said, slowing the car and turning into a driveway. “Carol’s Cottage.”
Mackenzie’s eyes widened as the house came into view. It was lit up with coach lights and garden lights, not unlike Nate’s house. She had a sense of déjà vu, her heart pounded in her chest with nervousness, like the fi
rst time she’d arrived at his mansion.
“This is not a cottage,” she whispered.
Nate parked the car and took hold of her face, drawing her wide-eyed attention from the house to him. He could see she was nervous, but she needn’t be.
“You have nothing to fear. I love you, Mack.” He kissed her softly on the lips and then jumped out of the car. He walked around to her side, opened the door and pulled her from her seat. The front door of the house opened, bathing them both in bright light.
“Nate!” Carol screeched from behind him. He dropped Mackenzie’s hand and turned to face his mother just in time for her to wrap her arms around his neck.
“Hi Mom!”
Mackenzie watched with admiration as Nate lifted the small dark-haired woman from the ground, enveloping her in a bear hug. He shook her a little and she giggled.
“Put me down!”
He did. “It’s late. What are you doing up?”
“You know you’re mother,” a man said as he descended the stairs. Mackenzie did a double-take at the family resemblance, he was an older version of both Nate and Tom rolled into one. “She was excited like a little kid at Christmas. There was no way she was going to sleep without seeing you first.”
“You’re one to talk Linc, I don’t see you sleeping,” Carol scoffed.
“Hi Dad.” Mackenzie watched Nate greet his father with a hug before all eyes were on her. She swallowed nervously before Nate caught her eye and she felt she could breathe again. “This,” he took a step closer and tucked Mackenzie under his arm, “this is Mackenzie.” He beamed down at her and a calmness settled over her with that look and his touch.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mackenzie,” Lincoln said with his arm outstretched. Mackenzie shook it, mesmerized by his dark eyes, the same as his son’s.
“You too, Sir.”
“Please, call me Lincoln.”
Carol shoved between Lincoln and Nate. “My turn. Mackenzie, it’s such a pleasure to meet you.” She pulled her into her arms, forcing Nate to let go. She was strong for a little person. She patted Mackenzie on her back. “I’m so glad you’re here.” She pulled back to look at Mackenzie’s face, her bright blue eyes were full of warmth.