UnStable

by M. Piper

  “That was hot as fuck, Mackenzie,” he whispers, slowly drawing his fingers out of me and bringing his glistening hand to his lips. When he licks his fingers, his eyes never leave mine and I’m shocked at how turned on I am already.

  “Can we go back to your place, now?” I whisper, biting my lip and trying to tamp down any and all feelings for Ford West my body may think are okay to have.

  He chuckles lightly and presses his lips to mine hard before backing up and adjusting himself.

  “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Mack.” He winks and the car unlocks behind me as he walks to his side of the vehicle. It takes me a moment to be able to move, but when I do I feel the shake to my entire body. The nerves.

  Ford and I have done more than I’ve done with a lot of boys in the past, and we haven’t even finished our first date.

  When he starts the car, the rumble of the engine makes me smile. I hit the seat heater and turn the heat up. Now that the rush from that orgasm is over, I realize just how fucking cold I am.

  “So…” Ford starts to say as we pull away. “That guy?”

  I groan, knowing he wasn’t going to drop it. At least he distracted me good enough to stop worrying about it.

  “Eric.” I huff, rubbing my hands together and he watches me as we sit at a red light. “The ex,” I mutter.

  His eyes go wide and when the light turns green he doesn’t move.

  “The ex… The one who has a family?” he asks and I nod. “Was that his wife?”

  I let out a laugh, because this whole thing is ridiculous.

  “No. Definitely not.” I slump forward in my seat, trying to run my hands through my tangled wet hair and when I fail miserably, I let out a growl. “I mean, who the fuck does he think he is?! He’s fucking married! And he’s dating girls in his fucking home town! You’re not supposed to date when you’re married, but this guy’s just asking to be fucking caught. And I hope he fucking does, and I hope she fucking leaves him,” I snap, then look over at Ford who’s grinning from ear to ear. “What?”

  “There’s those emotions I knew you had inside you.” He reaches over and pats my knee. “I think I may be getting that stick out of your ass, Mackenzie.”

  My mouth falls open and he smirks then turns his attention back to the road.

  “I’m sorry about tonight, Ford. I didn’t want it to end like this.”

  He turns and looks at me, confused.

  “It’s ending?” He raises an eyebrow. “Because I was getting the feeling it was just beginning.”

  I bite my lip and laugh lightly. He’s smiling, watching the road, and every time we pass under a street light and the cab lights up I get a glimpse of the amusement on his face. The man’s hot as hell and for some reason he’s hung up on being with me.

  When we pull into his driveway I glance up at the cute, brick house.

  “So, is this yours?” I ask as he puts the car in park.

  “Yep. All mine.” He winks and opens his door. “I can run in and grab you an umbrella if you want.”

  I smile over at him, then pull the handle and dodge out into the rain, sprinting for his front door. I hear him laughing from behind me and soon his arms go around me and he’s lifting me, spinning me in the rain.

  “You’re insane,” he whispers, kissing right behind my ear.

  “I’m soaked. What’s more rain going to hurt?” He sets me down but doesn’t take his hands off me as we make our way to his front door.

  As he slides the key in the lock, he stops and looks over at me, worry tracing his features.

  “I forgot to ask you one very important thing before we open this door,” he whispers.

  “What?” I furrow my brows. I’ve already been here, what’s so different now than last time?

  “How do you feel about dogs?” The minute he says it, I hear a bark from the other side of the door and groan inwardly.

  “You got a dog? There wasn’t a dog here last time.” I don’t hate dogs, I’ve just never seen the point in them anymore. Not when we, as humans, spend the majority of our time away from home. Save dogs for the families who need them.

  “Correction. I’ve always had a dog. The last time you were here he was staying at my brother’s house. We kind of share him because his son’s addicted to him.” He smiles and swings the door open and a large, dark dog is planted on his ass, sitting up and tail wagging. “Hey good boy,” Ford says in some type of baby tone I’ve never heard him take before. “You be nice to Mackenzie, okay? We don’t want to scare her away,” he whispers like I can’t hear him and I laugh.

  “He’s cute.” I step in, unsure of being around a dog this big. What if he jumps on me? Or humps me? Dogs do that, right?

  “He’s not cute. He’s handsome. Cute is for Chihuahuas,” Ford says, laughing and closing the door behind me. “And he won’t hump you. I think he’s gay.”

  I laugh and he pets the dog like he hasn’t seen him in a week.

  “What’s his name?” I hesitantly reach down to pet him and he nudges my hand, pushing up against me and giving me no way around not petting him. Ford laughs and I look up at him.

  “Yellow,” he says, pulling his soaked shirt off. I let my eyes drop to his abs and down to the V that dips into the top of his slacks and lick my lips. “Eyes up here, Mack.” I snap my eyes back to his and he’s smiling wide, that dimple coming out in full force.

  “Yellow,” I whisper, not interested at all in the dog anymore. “Good name,” I mutter. Ford steps closer to me. His mere presence alone is turning me on. The way he’s looking at me is doing things to my body that Eric could never even do with his hands. Yellow trots off, leaving just the two of us in the foyer.

  “You’re not going to ask why he’s named Yellow, but he’s a black dog?” Ford’s tone tells me he’s not at all interested in talking about the dog either, but here we are. Having a showdown of self-control. He knows how much I want him. He better.

  “Why’d you name your dog Yellow?” I hate that it comes out as breathy as it does, and when he smirks at me I know he knows how much he affects me.

  “Because I wanted to.” He shrugs slightly. “I get what I want, Mack.” He licks his lips and glances down at my dress. “This thing needs to hang to dry,” he whispers.

  I bite my lip, grin, and turn my back to him, pulling my hair to the side.

  “Unzip me?” I whisper, tilting my head to the side.

  When his fingers trail a line down the side of my neck, chills course through my body. When he presses his lips to my shoulder, I sigh and relax against him. His hand slowly pulls down the zipper and when he’s got it all the way down, he pushes one shoulder down, then the other, until the dress falls free to a puddle at my feet. He slowly bends to pick it up before disappearing into the bathroom. Standing here in only a bra should make me feel vulnerable and cold, but it doesn’t. It makes me feel powerful. Sexy. He stalks back to me, and the way his hands are roaming my body and his lips on my skin make me feel sexier than I ever have before. He pulls me back against him and wraps his arm around my stomach. Then presses a firm kiss to that spot on my neck that drives me nuts.

  “So fucking sexy,” he says, his hand sliding down my stomach and stopping right at the apex of my legs. “Bedroom,” he growls, biting onto my ear and walking us down the hall to his room, his hands never leaving my hips. He slams the door behind us, probably so the dog doesn’t make his way in here, then his hands start to snake their way between my legs.

  I wiggle my ass, feeling his erection pushing against it, and break out of his grasp. Turning, I bite my lip and stare him straight in the eyes as I bring my hands to the button on his pants. I can feel the tremble in my hands, but the nerves are slowly rolling away the longer we stand here. He treats me like he really wants me to be here, and not just someone he just wants to fuck. Like someone he actually enjoys being around, and it’s throwing me off.

  Slowly, I unzip his pants and push them down, tracing my fingers lightly
over his erection that’s straining against his boxer briefs. He groans, but doesn’t push me to do anything I don’t want to do. He’s watching me with hooded eyes, and when I push his boxers down and his full length pops out, I bite my lip to stop from smiling too wide. He’s big. Not too big, but big enough to surprise me. I don’t remember it from last time we were together. I must have been pretty smashed.

  When I wrap my hand around it, he lets out a puff of air and pulls me to him, slamming his lips to mine but I don’t let go. I stroke his hard length so slowly he lets out another groan and throws his head back.

  “Fuck, Mackenzie,” he murmurs on my lips. I grin, then kiss down his neck, enjoying how he’s letting me take my time with his body. He’s beautiful and being able to worship a man that looks and feels like Ford West is something I’ll probably never tire of. I drop to my knees in front of him and pull one long lick of my tongue down his shaft. He hisses, curses, and shoves his hands into the back of my hair, tangled in the curls that have started drying from the rain. His grip on my hair almost hurts, but it’s right at that edge of pain and pleasure and it makes me want to work him harder and faster than I was.

  My head bobs as I take him as far back as I can, which isn’t near as far as I want to but I’ve never mastered the whole deep throating thing, so I grip the base of his dick with my fist and massage his balls with my free hand. Every now and then I’ll pop my mouth off him and rub the head of his cock, just fast enough to make him moan more, then I pop my mouth back on and suck hard.

  “You’re driving me fucking crazy, woman,” he growls, pulling my head back by my hair and glaring down at me. “You like teasing me?”

  I grin, the power I’m holding over his release right now is hot as hell. My fist starts pumping his dick as our eyes lock, his hands tighten in my hair. I slowly open my mouth and slide my lips over the head of his cock, never breaking eye contact. I can feel my arousal between my legs and I need him more now than ever down there, but I’m not stopping until he’s finished. His hips thrust and his balls tighten, every noise that comes out of his mouth turns me on even more than it should. I’ve never felt this turned on before, but I swear bringing Ford to orgasm like this is the sexiest thing I’ve done.

  When he comes, his fists grip my hair tighter than before and he groans so loud I feel like the neighbors can hear us. I swallow every drop, gripping his thighs with my hands and sucking his dick until he has to push me off.

  Smiling up at him, I wipe my lips and he bends to pull me up, then slams his lips to mine.

  “Holy fuck, Mackenzie,” he whispers, lifting me by my ass, I wrap my legs around him and he walks us over to the bed, setting me on the side and kneeling in front of me. He’s shaking his head, still panting and looks straight in to my eyes. “I can’t let you go home tonight,” he whispers, pushing my legs apart and grinning.

  “Who said I wanted to?” I smirk and reach out, gently touching his dimple. He chuckles, cursing under his breath, then lets his hands slide up my thighs.

  “It was just a warning. We’re not going to be getting much sleep tonight. I really hope you didn’t have anything planned for the morning,” he murmurs, and then dips his head between my legs and in one long stroke of his tongue has me gasping for air.

  I did have stuff to do in the morning, but this is way more important.

  Waking up with a warm body wrapped around me is a completely foreign feeling. A welcome foreign feeling when it comes to the owner of the body. Mother fucking Mackenzie Mueller stayed the entire night, and damn if I didn’t sleep like a baby with her wrapped around me. We didn’t pass out until well after two am, and when we finally curled into each other, her head on my chest and our legs tangled around each other, it took all of two minutes to fall asleep. She’s comfort. She’s perfection. She’s hot as hell.

  She’s mine.

  The clock reads ten am, but it feels like we just fell asleep. I could lie here with her all day, but I know that’s not going to happen. Eventually we’ll need to greet the world, and if I’m not mistaken I have to babysit Carter tonight so I’m going to need to do some cleaning up before the monster gets here.

  Yellow’s scratching at the door and I feel bad that he’s been alone all night, but I could tell she was hesitant around him and didn’t want to weird her out letting him in here last night. Baby steps, right? I need to let him out, but she’s way too comfortable to move.

  He starts whining and I groan when I realize he’s not going to stop. I shift in bed and slide out from under her, somehow finding enough grace in my maneuver to not wake her up. Before I leave the room, I toss on a pair of boxers then glance back at Mackenzie. She’s tangled in my sheets, hair wild and not a trace of clothes on that beautiful body. Her body’s fucking gorgeous, and standing here staring at her I have the scary thought that waking up to this woman for the rest of my life wouldn’t be too bad. I can’t be thinking this yet. It’s way too damn early on. She doesn’t even know how much she likes me yet!

  I manage to sneak out of the bedroom without her waking up and Yellow all but attacks me out of excitement, his tail wagging so hard it’s thumping on the wall and I can’t help but laugh. He’s old, but he’s got a lot left in him still.

  I walk to the sliding door in the kitchen and crack it open just enough for him to run outside, then slide it closed and head for the coffee pot. I’m looking forward to spending time with my nephew tonight, but it sucks it means Mackenzie and I won’t have alone time. If I had it my way we wouldn’t leave that bedroom all weekend expect to eat or piss. She’s someone I can see myself getting addicted to. I haven’t had that feeling since… Caroline… Fuck me.

  What the hell have I done? Six years is enough time to spend a full night with a woman and not, for once, think about my first love, right? Does that make me a terrible person? That I forgot about Caroline?

  “Shit,” I huff, heading to the fridge. My head is spinning. Fucking spinning, and my hand is shaking as I pour the whiskey into my coffee.

  One gulp starts to calm me and the anxiety starts to subside. I can do this. I can fall for another girl, for real, because Caroline’s gone. She’s been gone. And Mackenzie is right down the hall in my bedroom.

  My front door swings open with a thud as it hits the wall and I run to the foyer, glaring at my sister who’s standing there with two shopping bags in her hand.

  “Sup, big bro?” She barges past me and my eyes fly to my bedroom door.

  “Reagan, what the hell?” I whisper yell at her as she plops the bags down loudly on my table.

  “I brought over some things for Carter tonight. I’m still helping sit, right?” She glances around the kitchen and cringes. “Geeze, Ford. Clean much?” Her hands are on her hips and the only thing I can do is worry that Mack will come out of that room without clothes on, and as hot as that’d be, I don’t want it to be while my sister’s here.

  “Can you come back later, Reag?” My eyes go wide when I hear the bedroom door handle jiggle and a smile slowly spreads on Reagan’s face.

  “Company?” she whispers and I nod, squeezing my eyes shut when the door opens. “Mack?” Reagan whispers even quieter and I nod again, clearing my throat and turning to see Mackenzie walking into the kitchen.

  She’s got on my ‘Free Hugs’ t-shirt and pair of my boxers, her hair falling wild down her back and her cheeks pink as fuck. I stare at her tits in that shirt, the pain in my gut from the girl I’m falling for wearing the shirt my dead girl bought me years ago almost too much to handle, but when she takes a few steps towards us and tucks her hair behind her ear, I suddenly feel worse that we’re in this situation with my sister.

  The last thing I want to do is embarrass her.

  “Hey,” she says timidly.

  Reagan’s eyes are wide and the smile on her face can’t be hidden.

  “Good morning, Mackenzie,” I say, walking over and planting a kiss on her forehead, then wrap an arm around her and usher her into the kitchen to get thi
s over with. “Reagan, this is Mackenzie. Mack, this is my sister Reagan. She thinks she lives here but she’s dead wrong. I work with her every day at West House, but I guess she can’t get enough of my awesome self so she’s here now. For some reason.” I nod to Reagan and she gives me a look.

  “Good to meet you, Mackenzie. And I don’t work with him, I’d probably quit if that’s the case. I own the boutique on the property.”

  “That’s awesome!” Mackenzie pauses and looks at Reagan weird. “I think I’ve met you before. Do you know Dot? Dot…oh God what’s his last name?”

  “Folley?” Reagan’s face twists. “Yes. He’s my ex.”

  “That’s right! You were at his birthday party!”

  I’m standing here, watching these two girls realize they know each other and I could kill my sister for not telling me sooner about Mackenzie if she really did know her.

  “I was,” Reagan nods slowly. “You brought the cupcakes…”

  “I did.” Mack presses her lips together, trying not to laugh. “I’m happy he’s your ex. No offense. But the guy’s a mega tool.”

  “Trust me, I know.” Reagan laughs and I shift to lean against the counter, watching this conversation happen in front of me like I’m not even here. I mean, at least they seem to get along!

  “He was. You deserve better. Are you seeing anyone now? I have some guy friends who would kill for a girl like you.”

  Reagan busts out a laugh and shakes her head.

  “Oh um… I’m fine. Thank you. And sorry I didn’t remember you right off the bat. I was a little…uh…” her eyes flick to me then she grins and shrugs. “Out of it that day.”

  My ears perk up and judging by the look on her face I can tell she doesn’t want me to know whatever it is that made her ‘out of it.’ I’m not fucking stupid. I know she lights up every now and then. If it’s anything more than that, though, her ass is grass.

  “It’s all good. I didn’t stay long. When he told me I couldn’t bring regular, gluten filled cupcakes to his birthday party I decided to skip out early.”