Mac's Law

by Sarah McCarty

  “That’s it,” he encouraged, nibbling on her lower lip as his fingers slid deeper. “Relax and take me.” He pushed hard.

  “All the way,” he groaned as his fingers sank to the hilt. She whimpered against his mouth. She grimaced and panted, the fingers of her right hand sank into his hair, yanking as her hips pushed up, forcing his knuckles into the soft globes. The cast on her left arm rasped across his shoulder, reminding him of her recent injury. Damn, he was an insensitive bastard.

  “Easy, honey girl,” he whispered regretfully, pulling his fingers free. “I’m sorry.”

  Her eyes popped open. Desire was replaced with a frown, and beneath her lowered brows her green eyes glittered with anger. “I’m just about as sick of this game as I am the other.”

  “What game?”

  “This ‘tease Jessie’s ass but never deliver’ game.”

  He kissed her gently, but she twisted her mouth away. It was his turn to frown. “It’s not a game, Jessie. If you’re not ready, you could get hurt.”

  “I’m ready. I don’t care if it hurts. My ass is so ready I’m going to come as soon as your cock touches it. How much readier do I have to be?”

  He touched the pleat between her brows. “A lot more—and I care.”

  Her chin tucked mutinously. “Then uncare.”

  Her good hand wiggled down between them, skimming his chest until coming to a halt where his hips pressed into the side of hers. He was close enough to hear her teeth grind as she realized she couldn’t reach her goal.

  He was not far away enough to avoid her plea.

  “I want your cock, Mac. I want it deep in my ass. I want you to fuck me with that beautiful cock until I’m raw and walk bowlegged for a week. I want you to come so hard and high in me so many times that I’ll be wet for days. I want to give myself to you that way. I want you to take me that way. I want it so badly I’m about to scream with frustration.”

  His heart slammed against his chest as he pictured it. Damn, he wanted that too. His cock jerked and begged and leaked with enthusiasm for the idea. But she was so small and tight and so recently hurt. He just couldn’t risk bringing her anymore pain.

  The only answer he had for her was, “When you’re ready.”

  She screamed, a deep harsh sound, and pushed at him. He moved away, but only because it suited his needs. He unzipped his jeans and shoved them down as the cry echoed around them. Lifting his cock, he settled the head against the wet nub of her clitoris. The cry choked off to a sob as he rubbed the slick crown against her.

  “There, honey girl. Can you feel how hard and hot I am? Don’t think for one minute I don’t want that tight little ass. I’ll give you all that you want and more, but not today. Not right now.”

  “I mean it Mac, I’m sick of this protective crap.” Even as she argued, she rubbed her hips in counterpoint to his movements, fucking her little clit on the head of his penis.

  He kissed her again. “I know, honey girl.” He maneuvered her so her clit rode the groove, making them both gasp. She cried out and banged her cast on his back as he asked, “How’s that? Do you like that, Jessie? Can you feel my seed on you?”

  “Oh yeah, baby. Just like that,” he muttered as her pace became frantic. Focused. He watched her expression change. Her eyes narrowed. Her cheeks flushed, and her pupils dilated as she sought relief. Relief she only took from him. Damn, she was wildly beautiful like this.

  His balls pulled up tight as he bent down to nibble on her nipple. Taking the plump bud between his teeth he sucked gently, giving her all the tenderness he felt inside until she thwacked him with her cast again, making him smile at her impatience. He sucked harder before slowly, deliberately, sinking his teeth into the resilient nubbin.

  He let it go with a gasp as her hand wiggled between his legs. He drew a steadying breath and then released it on a tight sigh. Nothing had ever felt as good as Jessie’s hand on his body. She faltered, misinterpreting his hesitation.

  “Touch me,” he encouraged as her fingers grazed his scrotum. “That’s right. Work those sweet hips faster and touch me. Just like that. Come on, Jessie, take it.”

  Her cool hand cupped his balls. She squeezed and pressed behind them. Lights splintered beneath his eyelids as the pleasure built to an unbearable pressure. “Make me come, baby. I need you to make me come. I need you to take my seed. Make me come, Jess,” he groaned. “Make us both come.”

  And she did. Her grip tightening to the point of pain as her hips jacked up into his. He came in a burning vocal rush, his seed rushing up his penis in an explosive flow of volcanic need. She screamed again, this time with pleasure as her orgasm convulsed her.

  They both watched as jet after jet of hot, thick seed erupted over her throbbing clit, flowing over her outer lips and seeping between. He held his cock against her, letting the last drops dribble against her the way she liked. Instead of relaxing, her hips pressed against him, forcing her clit back into the fleshy protection of her pussy. He replaced his cock with his fingers.

  “Do you need to come again, honey girl?” he asked against her breast, as she whimpered in response to his gentle caress. “Does all the hot come covering your pussy turn you on?”

  Her chin bumped the top of his head as she nodded.

  He nipped her nipple, smiling when she jumped and then pressed her chest closer. The freckle on her left breast caught his eyes. He kissed and licked it before meeting her gaze. “Then come for me, Jess. Relax into me and come for me again.”

  He slid his cock into her still pulsating channel. Conscious of how sensitive her little clit was post-orgasm, he rubbed delicately, sucking steadily at her nipple. Taking care that the calluses on his fingertips did little more than graze the knot of nerves, he circled the swollen tip. And she came again. Easier this time, gentler, her body turning into his, trusting him to take care of her, to know what she needed. Her cry of satisfaction was a sweet, soothing balm to his unease.

  * * * * *

  Dammit! Jessie thought ten minutes later, her head on Mac’s chest, her cast resting below his rib cage. He’d done it to her again. “You have to stop doing this, Mac.”

  “Doing what?”

  Beneath her cheek his heart changed rhythm, beating faster and harder. Oh, the man was nervous. “You’ve got to stop seducing me whenever you don’t like what I have to say.”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “Like hell.” Jessie pushed up until she could see his face. From where she lay Mac looked particularly dangerous. Dangerous and determined. She thought of her day, and grabbed tight to the resentment she found in the memory.

  “I thought I’d go riding today.”

  “Yeah?” He picked up a strand of her hair and draped it over his fingers.

  “Yeah.” She mimicked his low drawl. “One of the hands told me Ladybug was sick.”

  “I’ll check into it tomorrow.”

  Jessie leaned back but this expression didn’t change. She had no idea if he suspected where she was heading, or if there was any reason for him to suspect anything. It really could all be coincidence. “Seems there’s not another horse on this ranch available for me to ride.”

  “This is a working ranch, honey, not a dude ranch.” He twirled the strand of hair around his finger.

  “That’s what I was told.” In those exact words, which was what was making her so suspicious.

  The next twirl was never completed, and the faint hope that Will had been wrong died an immediate death when he wouldn’t meet her gaze. Mac was doing it on purpose.

  “When I decided to go into town, I discovered the station wagon is still out of commission.”

  “I’ll get someone on it immediately.”

  “Just how long does it take to replace a cap and rotor?”

  “Apparently, more than a day.”

  “How about two weeks, Mac, because that’s how long it’s been since my fall from Billy Bob?” The satisfied smile disappeared from his face.<
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  “Are you getting at something here?”

  Jessie took a deep breath. “I was thinking you could tell me.”

  “Tell you what?”

  “Tell me why, no matter what I want to do, it’s not possible?”

  He blinked. “You’ve lost me.”

  Oh she didn’t think so. That slight narrowing of his eyes told her all she needed to know.

  “You know what I’m talking about, Mac.” Jessie sat up. “After I got this,” she held up her cast, “things between us changed.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  Jessie snorted. “Yes, you do. Somehow, breaking my arm broke the equality in our relationship, and I want to know why.”

  The mattress dipped as Mac sat up beside her. Even sitting he was much taller than she, and despite the fact that he was fully clothed with his pants undone and that cock—that beautiful cock—lying thick and relaxed against his thigh, he did not look ridiculous. He looked exactly like what he was. A force to be reckoned with.

  “Mind telling me why all this,” with a sweep of his hand he indicated the bed, and her lacy peignoir, “if all you really wanted to do was rake me over the coals?”

  Jessie brushed the stab of guilt aside. “I thought you ought to know what it felt like.”

  Mac’s eyes narrowed. “Like what felt like?”

  “I thought you ought to know what it felt like to be sexually manipulated.”

  “Uh-huh. Is that what all the screaming you were doing a few minutes ago was? Sexual manipulation?”

  She ignored the heat that crept into her cheeks. “Well, that part didn’t quite work out, but yeah, that was what I was aiming for.”

  His smile was patronizing. She ignored it as she slid off the bed. They were more eye to eye with her standing. “You’ve been shamelessly using my body against me ever since you found out I was brainless enough to let you.”

  Mac looked pointedly down to her thighs, which glistened with his seed and her juices. “But you aren’t anymore?”

  “No, I’m not. Moreover, I want to know why you’ve been working so hard to keep me trapped in this house.”

  “You make it sound like I’ve got you under lock and key.”

  “Close enough.”

  Mac ran his hand through his hair, making the chocolate-colored strands stand on end. Jessie curled her fingers into her palm to resist the urge to smooth it down for him.

  “Look, Jessie, I’m sorry there wasn’t a horse available for you to ride today. I’m sorry I didn’t have a man to spare to finish up the work on the wagon, but,” he shrugged, “that’s just the way things are on a ranch.” He reached forward and traced his finger down her cheek. “Things come up and plans get changed.”

  He was so full of crap. Now that her eyes were open she didn’t need Will’s words to recognize his prevarication. The way he watched his finger trail over her cheek was sexy, but it also allowed him to avoid her seeing his eyes, which kept her from seeing the truth, so when he suggested in that easy-going drawl that they both go in to town tomorrow, she merely shrugged and asked, “What if I want to go alone?”

  “What if I want to go with you?”

  She put her hands on her hips and asked outright. “Why would you want to?”

  He tapped the end of her nose reprovingly. “Because I enjoy spending time with you and you aren’t the only one who could use a break?”

  Well hell, where was she supposed to go with that? She searched his eyes, his posture, looking for anything that said he had an ulterior motive, but there wasn’t anything obvious. She blew a strand of hair off her forehead. There wasn’t anything at all, which meant she either forced the scene or left things as they were and hoped enough had been said to get him thinking. As much as she’d just love to have this out, she was old enough to know that some things had to settle out for themselves. She grudgingly opted for the latter. “In that case, I’d love your company.”

  He tipped her chin up with his finger. His eyes searched her expression. Some of her dissatisfaction must have shown through because he said, “I told you life on a ranch is lonely.”

  Yes. He had. It was his number one fear. “I wasn’t lonely, just bored.”

  “I want you to promise me you’ll come to me when you get to feeling lonely and bored.”

  She put her hand over his. “I was just whining, Mac.” She did her best Marilyn Monroe pout. “This damn cast has severely limited my fun.”

  Mac slid his hand around her neck and under her hair. Pressing the base of her skull, he tipped her face to the angle he needed for the descent of his mouth. “Not all your fun,” he murmured into her mouth.

  She relaxed her head into his palm. “No.”

  His fingers began a delicate massage of the nerve endings at the nape of her neck as he moved to the edge of the bed. “No, what?”

  “No…” She swallowed hard. He brushed his lips over her eyes and slid his knee between hers. She couldn’t get her lips around the words. “It hasn’t limited all my fun.”

  His laugh wafted over her lips and down to the hollow of her throat where he paused, each breath he took, a torment of anticipation. “Did you want it to?”

  She rested her hand and her cast on his broad shoulders. “No.”

  God, he had a wonderful mouth. She tilted her head back, shivers of delight spreading over her flesh as he lapped at the valley between her breasts. Mac slid his hands under her hips and moved her to the center of the bed before tugging her peignoir over her head.

  “Good.”

  She watched as he scooted back and stood. He took off his clothes with calm efficiency, revealing all that hard muscle beneath. He was a beautifully put together man. Tall, with broad shoulders and enough muscle to make her mouth water, wanting to trace all those muscle cuts with her tongue, to sink her teeth into the bulges, especially his pecs. She’d really like to test his flesh there. He paused in shrugging the shirt off, his arms at his sides, the shirt draped behind his waist. She looked up. He smiled—he’d caught her eyes on him.

  “See something you like?”

  The heat in her cheeks let her know that she was blushing, but she didn’t back down. “Yes.”

  His gaze flicked down to her chest, up to her cheeks and then his eyes locked on hers. “What?”

  Well, she wasn’t going to say it! “You just look good.”

  The shirt fell to the floor. “Not good enough. That was a pretty hungry look.”

  More heat in her cheeks, and more laughter in his gaze made her gather her courage. “I was thinking how much I’d like to bite you.”

  His cock jerked and lengthened in response to her defiant declaration. His smile took on a sensual cast as he shoved his pants down. “Where?”

  She pulled her eyes from his swelling cock, which stretched halfway down his thigh. God, had she really taken all of that inside her? “On your chest.”

  He reached his hand out, and he placed her palm in his. He pulled her up until her chest rested against his. His palm slid around her back, supporting her as he ordered, “Do it.”

  She did, but not before teasing his nipple with her tongue and teeth. Waiting until his breath was coming in shaky gasps and his cock jerked against her thigh, she lapped her way up and in until her teeth rested against the curve of muscle beneath his collarbone. She opened her mouth. His breath caught. She let him feel her teeth, let the anticipation build, let his indrawn breath push the wedge of muscle harder into her mouth, let him wait until the last second before she bit down.

  His hoarse shout rang above her head. His free hand came against her head, pulling her closer, prolonging the moment when she would have withdrawn. She indulged him, sucking at the firm muscle, trying to draw more into her mouth, and when frustrated by the tautness of his skin, laved him with her tongue. His cock stretched up. Struggling to reach her, thwarted by its sheer size. She caught it between her thighs and closed them around it. His chest jerked against her as she s
queezed.

  She looked up. He was staring down at her, his eyes hot blue flames of appreciation. Feeling bold and daring she released her grip. “Close your eyes.”

  His eyebrow kicked up, but he did as she asked.

  “Keep them closed.”

  “Feeling bossy?” he asked, his body hard and tight, the muscles flexing with anticipation.

  “Yup.” She smiled as his muscles quivered and his cock jerked against her inner thighs. She hadn’t known he would like to feel her teeth like that. She hadn’t known he would let her take charge. Hadn’t even known she would like taking charge, but now that she had, she was finding it a heady feeling. She moved to the left side of his chest and placed her mouth against his nipple. She smiled when he immediately shifted so her mouth was more centered. Again, he seemed to freeze as he waited. She didn’t make him wait long. She lapped delicately and then bit sharply. He yanked back and then pressed forward, every muscle, every nuance begging for more. She gave him what he wanted, relishing her ability to do so. She smiled when a fine sheen of sweat broke out on his skin, and kept her thighs clenched, forbidding him movement.