by Megan Keith
“Not yet, Mackenzie,” he instructed when she looked about ready to explode. He pulled his hand from her and she slumped back against the mattress. He picked up the robe from the floor and pulled the soft belt free from its loops. Leaning over the side of the bed, he said with a smirk, “It’s time I took back what’s mine.”
Mackenzie’s eyes widened and her lips curved with a smile. She lifted her arms above her head without being instructed to do so. Nate felt power surge through his body at her eagerness. He tied her wrists together and attached them to the bed rail.
“Okay?” he asked, tugging on the belt and looking down at her for confirmation.
“Yes Sir.” The twinkle in her eye was back and Nate couldn’t help the big grin he gave her.
He kissed her from head to toe and back up again, until her body was humming with need and desire, before positioning himself on his knees by her head. Like a magnet, Mackenzie’s head turned on its side toward him. She licked her lips when he stroked himself near her face.
“Now where did you say you wanted this?” He crawled forward and pressed his tip to her lips. “Open.”
She opened her mouth and accepted him enthusiastically. She sucked him to the back of her throat and whimpered when he withdrew.
“Mackenzie? Remember the hand signals?” he asked and she nodded. “Use them if you want to stop because I have no intention of allowing you to speak until we’re both done. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir.” She grinned, overcome with relief that they could get their relationship back on track. She needed this.
“Good.”
He once again pushed his hips forward so that he was seated deep in her throat. The desire in her green eyes was undeniable. And when he moved his fingers back to between her legs the tightening of her mouth around his cock was confirmation that she wanted this as badly as he did. Not that her eyes and her tightly clasped hands didn’t already do that.
“Fuck that feels so good,” he said, moving his cock in and out of her greedy lips. He watched her hips wriggling against the mattress while he stroked her clit and inserted his fingers. “You’re so wet, Mackenzie.”
His fingers continued to pump into her while he fucked her mouth. The feel of giving him full control over her body had her in a heightened sense of arousal. She could feel herself quickly climbing toward that peak. He pulled his hand away, leaving her wanting. She sucked him harder and tried to convey with her eyes just how desirous she was. Though she didn’t need to; the way that he read her body, her desires, her needs, never ceased to amaze her. His hand smacked her pussy, leaving a delicious sting that caught her off-guard. She flexed her hips upwards, wanting more contact.
“You like that?” he asked, though with a mouthful of cock the best she could answer with was a slight nod. He smirked at the predicament she’d found herself in. “You’re completely at my mercy, Mackenzie. Just the way I like it.”
He slapped her again and her hips bucked. He watched her hands that remained tightly clasped. He did it again, the loud sound of skin against skin resonating around the room. Her moan around his cock confirming how much she liked it. Her beautiful eyes were pleading with him for more so he gave her a couple more slaps before rubbing his fingers roughly against her clit.
“Come for me,” he whispered.
When she’d given up hope of Nate ever being hers again it didn’t take her long to give him exactly what he wanted – an explosive orgasm tore through her and she sucked him deeper into her throat, her hands clasped tight above her head so that he didn’t stop. Her eyes implored him to finish too, and when she felt that hot spurt flow down her throat she quickly swallowed.
Her hooded eyes lost focus as he withdrew from her mouth. He watched her back arch from the bed as he felt her pussy clench around his fingers for a second time.
“Fuck! Yes! Nate!” she screamed when she came again.
“Three words that have never sounded more perfect.” Nate smiled down at her, slowly sliding his fingers from her body. He lay down beside her and rested his chin against her breast. He looked up at the woman he loved and watched her tilt her head in his direction and slowly open her eyes. She blinked at him. He loved the look of a freshly sated Mackenzie. Beautiful.
His.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he said in a rush of air.
“I’ve missed us,” Mackenzie replied.
He kissed her slowly, he kissed her deeply and passionately, gently running his fingers over her body. Then he untied her hands.
“Let me make you something to eat.”
“Okay,” she replied, sitting up.
“No, you lay down. Stay here and rest. I’ll bring it to you.”
He kissed her lips and removed himself from the bed. Mackenzie snuggled down under the comforter and rested her eyes. When she next blinked them open Nate was positioning himself beside her, food tray in hand.
“Wake up sleeping beauty. I have food.”
Mackenzie sat up and stretched her arms above her head. Once she was comfortable Nate placed the tray of food over her lap.
“This looks delicious!” Mackenzie said, picking up the knife and fork and cutting into her omelette. “Mmm,” she mumbled around her mouthful, “it tastes delicious, too.” It felt like she hadn’t eaten in days, in fact, she barely had. She’d sure worked up an appetite.
“You keep making sounds like that and I won’t be able to control my actions,” Nate warned before inserting some of his own omelette in his mouth.
“Promises, promises.” Mackenzie giggled.
Nate turned on the TV, which they watched comfortably while they ate, this time. Both of them slept soundly that night and late into the next morning.
“Good morning,” Mackenzie whispered when Nate finally opened his eyes.
“Hi.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”
“Oh you have¸ have you?”
“Yes.” Her hand started stroking his hardening cock.
He rolled on top of her. It wasn’t until his knee hit hard plaster that he remembered to be careful. He lifted his weight from Mackenzie’s body. “Sorry.”
“Nate, I’m fine,” she assured him, pressing him closer again. “Really.”
“Well, I want to take it slow, just in case.”
“I’m good with slow.” She smiled at him cheekily and his lips curved into a grin to match. He nudged his cock at her entrance and she froze.
“Wait!” she shrieked.
“What?”
“Shit!” She covered her mouth with her hand, shocked at the realization. “I didn’t think! We need condoms, Nate.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve been off the pill since the accident.”
“You’re joking, right? Mackenzie, it’s too late to worry about that now, don’t you think?”
“I know, but I’m not budging on this. Just until the pill kicks back in, in a couple of weeks. Sorry, Nate.”
He groaned with frustration and rolled from her.
“It doesn’t mean we have to stop,” she protested.
“Yes. It does.” He sighed loudly. “I don’t have any.” He jumped from the bed and disappeared into the closet. Coming back out moments later in some jogging gear, he faced her. “I’ll be back. Don’t move.” He gave her a stern look before stepping toward her and breaking into a smile. He gave her a kiss and then nipped her ear with a growl. Mackenzie giggled. “Still my favorite sound.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and made a beeline for the door.
“Hurry back!” she called after him.
There was no doubt in his mind that this would be the quickest trip to the pharmacy in history.
“Hey Tom,” Nate said, when his brother answered the phone.
“Nate, what’s up?”
“I need to postpone that meeting. I won’t be coming into the office today.”
“Is everything okay?”
“It’s better than okay.” Nate smiled, unable
to hide the happiness from his voice. “Mackenzie and I, we’re … uh … making up.”
“Fantastic! I’m really happy for you man. Take all the time you need.”
“Oh, I plan on it.” The elevator dinged and the door opened, signalling he was back on his floor. “Bye Tom.”
He kicked off his shoes on the way to his room. He had his sweater off and was beside the bed when he noticed Mackenzie was asleep. He couldn’t be disappointed though. There she was, sound asleep and looking peaceful and gorgeous, in his bed. No, disappointment was not a word that belonged in this moment. He emptied the contents of the pharmacy bag into the top drawer of his night stand, removed his pants and snuck his way into the bed beside her. She snuggled into his body in her sleep and he sighed with contentment.
She’s back where she belongs. She’s mine.
He placed a kiss on top of her head and gave her a gentle squeeze, then spent the next hour happily staring at the ceiling.
“You’re back,” Mackenzie whispered when she eventually stirred.
“I am,” he replied with a smile. “Been back a while now.”
“You should have woken me. Did you bring me something?” she asked, trying her hardest to rollover onto him. He laughed at her efforts. “See? This plaster is so annoying!” she grumbled, flopping back on the bed. “It’s amazing what you cannot do if you’re unable to bend your knee!”
“Allow me to do all the work then.” He climbed on top of her and pressed his lips to her neck. “I’ll take care of you, my papillon.”
She sighed happily, staring up into his dark eyes that now held an unfathomable warmth to them. “I’ve missed you calling me that.”
He leaned forward. “Papillon,” he whispered in her ear causing her to shiver. He gently bit the skin on her neck and then licked it. “Papillon.”
Mackenzie turned her head so he could capture her lips in a heated kiss. She pressed her hips upwards into his and moaned as he found his place between her bare thighs.
“You’re so wet, Mackenzie,” he said, sliding between her legs.
“I want you, Nate.”
“Thank fuck for that!”
She’d never seen him move so fast. He had the drawer open, condom out and in place and in no time was sliding into her body. “Mmm, so good.”
She squeezed him internally in that way that she does and he groaned in pleasure. “If you keep doing that I won’t last long at all, papillon.” She did it again and he hissed. “Fuck!”
He moved in and out of her body so slowly it was like torture as he rained kisses over her face, her collarbone, and her breasts, before coming back to leisurely lap at her mouth. She could feel the pressure building in her body, she was close to the edge but she didn’t want to go over before him. She watched his face while he strained to remain in control. When she eventually saw him slipping she went with him.
“Yes!”
“Mackenzie!”
They cried out as they climaxed together, by this stage both panting and slick with sweat. He climbed from her body too soon and Mackenzie grumbled at the loss of contact. She appreciated his retreating backside as he went to the bathroom to lose the condom. And admired the full frontal view of him even more when he strolled back, naked, with dark eyes trained her way. He climbed into bed and covered them both with the duvet.
They snuggled and Nate’s fingertips traced patterns on her back, making her shiver. “Sorry,” he said, pulling the duvet tighter around her. “I’m making you cold.”
“No. It’s nice. I like it. Don’t stop.”
He smiled against her forehead and pressed a kiss to her skin before continuing to run his fingers along her back. They settled into a comfortable silence.
“You do that a lot,” Mackenzie eventually said.
“Hmm? What’s that?” he asked.
“Draw figure eights on my skin.”
“Oh … infinity,” he said with a smile. “They’re not random eights, Mackenzie, they’re infinity symbols.” Brushing the hair from her eyes, he added, “My love for you is infinite.”
Mackenzie could only think of one response to that – kiss him. She kissed him hard and fast. She poured all the love within her body into that kiss and when he kissed her back she felt it all the way to her toes. Mackenzie had never felt for anyone what she felt for Nate in that moment. He loved her. And she loved him just as hard. And when they finally broke apart and she lay back beside him on his bed, she couldn’t believe that it was just yesterday she’d thought it was over between them.
Yesterday, she was heartbroken and thinking she had to move on with her life because that’s what he wanted. She couldn’t have been more wrong.
And she couldn’t have been happier about that.
They’d spent the whole day in bed together, watching TV, talking, kissing, reconnecting and starting anew. When it got dark out it dawned on Mackenzie that Nate would more than likely being going to work the next day. She wasn’t looking forward to spending the day all alone in the apartment.
“Nate, I’d like to go home.”
“What? Why? I thought things were better.”
“They are better with us, the best they’ve ever been, in fact. But … I just want to go home. My apartment might not be much but it’s mine. Surely you can understand, you know, ‘it’s the simplest things’. I want the comfort of my own bed, my own things. It’s what I need right now. I can’t stand the thought of being here, alone all day, while you’re at work.”
“I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay with me, Mackenzie.”
“I don’t like it here.”
“Why?”
“It’s this apartment, it’s … uninviting. It’s not a home and it’s not me.” She paused. “Besides, I don’t want to be in the same place you fucked all your one night stands.”
He sat up in bed and ran his hands through his hair. “So that’s what this is really about? It’s not that you hate the décor.”
“No. It’s both. The décor is hideous.” She laughed but Nate ignored her joke, a strained look overcoming his features.
“Did I, or did I not, have to go out and buy condoms?”
“So? What’s that got to do with anything? Are you saying you weren’t safe with them?”
“I don’t have a supply here because I don’t bring women here, Mackenzie.”
“Oh come on!” She pulled herself up beside him with a scowl on her face. “I work at The Blue Room, remember? I know the amount of women you’ve left that place with!”
“I didn’t bring them here. You are the only woman I’ve brought to my apartment in over two years.”
“What?”
“I took those women to hotels or, more often than not, we wouldn’t get any further than a quick blow job in the car.” He hated having to explain this to her. It made him sound like a terrible bastard. But it was the truth. He was. Before her. Mackenzie was the beginning and the end of everything.
“Why’d you make me think …?”
“I didn’t make you think anything. You came to your own conclusions.”
Her skeptically raised eyebrow was enough to call him on his lie.
“Alright! Because I’m fucked up. Okay? Because meeting you changed everything. You brought out feelings in me that never existed before. I wanted wild, kinky things with you, things that I hadn’t yet attempted with anyone else and I didn’t know how to deal with it. You make me crazy, Mackenzie! Fuck!”
Mackenzie started laughing hysterically. All the tension she’d felt the past few days, gone. The insecurities of where things were headed with Nate, gone. The fact that she made him so crazy made it all just … disappear.
“You make me crazy, too,” she said, when she’d finally calmed down.
Nate smiled at her. “Yeah, I noticed.”
“Shut up!” She punched his arm. On a more serious note, she asked, “You really haven’t brought another woman here for two years?”
“More than that.”
“I didn’t want any of those women to know where I lived. I wasn’t interested in repeats.”
“Then why did you bring me here that first night?”
He smiled, that flashy one she adored. “That’s not obvious? I wanted you to be able to find me, Mackenzie.” He brushed his fingers over her cheek before cupping her chin.
“Nate,” she gasped.
“You’ve always been different to me. From the very beginning.”
She kissed him hard and then shoved him away. “I’m not changing my mind though, I still want to go home.”
“If that’s really what you’d prefer.” He didn’t like it, but he wasn’t about to force the issue. As much as he wanted her to stay, he didn’t want to rock the boat when he’d only just gotten her back. “I don’t like it though. I don’t want you hobbling around your apartment all alone.”
“I won’t be alone.”
“What? Who will look after you?”
“You, silly. I want you to stay with me. We can be crazy together at my apartment.”
“Really?” His frown disappeared in an instant. “That’s what you want?”
“It is.” She nodded and bit her lip. “Will you?”
“Alright.” He lifted his arm to read the time on his watch. “It’s almost six, if we leave now we can grab dinner on the way. Sound good?”
“Yes. Thank you, Nate.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead and stood from the bed. He shook his head at how easily he had caved, it wasn’t his normal style at all. He was a straight-up hard-edged business man, but when it came to Mackenzie he’d very gladly bend. He wanted to give her whatever she wished for and if that meant hiding away in her tiny apartment he’d gladly do it. Wherever she was, he wanted to be. He turned to find Mackenzie on her feet on the other side of the bed.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“The bathroom.”
“Let me carry you.” He rounded the bed to stand in front of her.