The Bride of Mackenzie Black: Not Just Royals Book 3

by Dahlia Rose

  Nina put her glass and the bottle of champagne down on the bedside table. She climbed onto the high bed with the curved mahogany headboard. “To your recent pondered choices, I have a counter-offer. We have all night, why not both?”

  “God, I adore you,’ Mac said fiercely.

  He didn’t put his own drink down. Instead he drank the contents with two quick gulps before running his hand around the back of her neck and pulling her into his kiss.

  “Lord, you make my knees weak when you kiss me,” Nina gasped between the hot way their lips met.

  Mac groaned. “If you only knew how many dirty things I’ve dreamt about you.”

  “Please show me every one of them,” Nina encouraged him and moved away long enough to shimmy her dress down her body until her full breasts were revealed to his intense gaze. “Now where do we start?”

  “Take the dress the rest of the way off and then sit with your back against the headboard,” Mac coaxed gently. His eyes never left her body. “Leave your panties on.”

  Nina did as he asked and left only the sexy lace boy-cut short panties against her skin. His eyes followed her hands as she cupped her breasts before running them down her torso.

  “What next, Mr. Black?” she asked.

  “Spread your legs for me,” he commanded. His shirt was open now, and he slipped it from his broad shoulders. “Pull your panties aside and let me see you touch yourself.”

  She moved her legs slowly apart, loving how his eyes never missed a movement. Nina slipped down only a little so she could lift her hips. And with her left hand she moved her underwear aside to reveal the trimmed mound of her sex. A slow hiss of breath escaped him when she ran two fingers down the slit of her pussy and parted it to reveal the pink inner labia. She lightly grazed her clit and bit her lip as the sensation ran through her like electricity. Mac stepped out of his pants and on to the bed, kneeling between her legs and kissing her while she teased her own sex to wetness.

  Mac put his glass down and moved towards her, covering her hand with his own and Nina shifted her hips restlessly. His kisses moved to her neck, and he sucked the soft flesh as he sank a digit within her pussy. A gasp escaped her as heat flooded her core and made Nina cream even more between her legs. Mac’s touch was slow and deliberate, and to add to her pleasure he sucked one of the pert tips of her nipple into his mouth down to the areola. Her hips lifted to the rhythm of his penetration of her sex, and Nina could feel herself on the brink of coming.

  “Ah, Mac,” she gasped and pumped her hips against his hand.

  “Not yet,” he moved his hand away, and Nina vented her frustration with a not-too-gentle bite on his shoulder. “Woman, I am on the brink of losing control.”

  “That’s a good thing, because right now, I really want you inside me,” Nina rubbed the outline of his cock through his boxer briefs. “Oh Lord, you are deliciously thick.”

  “We are so going to need confession after this.” He stripped off the last barrier, and his sex was revealed to her greedy touch.

  “I’ll confess, I loved every minute of it,” she licked her lips in anticipation.

  Nina moved further down the bed and bit her lips as she teased him by touching herself once more. He watched her hungry touch as her desire rose, while Nina pinched her cocoa bean nipples, loving how they tightened and ached. Her eyes never left his face while her hands went down the smooth skin of her torso to the apex of her thick thighs. Nina wasn’t skinny, but she wasn’t considered plump either, she was right in that middle ground that made shopping for the correct size difficult. Jeans enhanced the curve of her ass and small waist while her thighs gave her that hourglass shape. Mac seemed to approve and stilled her hands when she went to finally remove her panties.

  “I’m fucking you with them on, and then they are mine to keep,” Mac’s voice was rough. “Make them wet for me.”

  That little kinky demand only served to make her more aroused. Nina’s fingertips grazed the lips of her pussy and gasped while Mac watched. She rubbed her clit, and her wetness coated her fingers. He moved away until his head was between her legs and she could feel his breath on her wet fingers coated with her own juices. Mac seemed to lose control, and he pulled her to him in one rough jerk. He tasted her while she touched herself and she felt his tongue delve into her sex along with her digits.

  Nina’s hand fell away as she succumbed to the pleasure coursing through her veins. It was his turn to please her, and Mac went about it with almost greedy intent. He spread the full lips of her sex and sucked at her clit before lashing it with his tongue. She heard a low, guttural sound just before he grabbed her thighs and buried his face into the center of her desire. Nina pulled at his shoulder and cried out while her body undulated against his seeking mouth. She pleaded for release, and Mac would not be denied the bounty from her body. He grabbed her hands and pinned then down by her thighs, anchoring her so she couldn’t squirm away from his lips and tongue. Nina came with a cry, and as her body arched off the bed, Mac groaned his satisfaction. But he didn’t stop.

  “Mac, oh God, I . . .” Nina couldn’t formulate words to what she was feeling.

  He used his fingers to fuck her now: deep, penetrating thrusts with two thick digits that drove her crazy. He didn’t relent—far from it—as he stimulated her pussy, he sampled her breasts and then her lips. She could taste her own essence on his mouth and tongue as a second orgasm rocked through her.

  “Ride me,” he ordered and lay against the mattress.

  Nina straddled him eagerly, and he held his cock while she moved her panties aside and positioned herself over his body. Together they were caught in a pure sexual haze where the need to consummate became the one and only mission. Nina bit her lip as she felt the thickness of his cock slide into her; she took him easily until he throbbed deeply within her. Mac’s groan seemed to reverberate through her entire being. Nina braced her hand on the sturdy headboard and began to ride him slowly, letting his rod almost slip out of her sex before taking it deep again. She rolled her hips as a timeless rhythm took hold and his hands gripped her hips tightly before moving to cup her ass.

  “Tell me what you want,” Mac demanded.

  “My nipples in your mouth while we fuck,” she begged.

  How was it so easy to tell him her desires? The thought flashed thought her head but was quickly replaced with passion when Mac did as she asked. He gave both chocolate-colored mounds the same attention, as the pace of their bodies increased and she was pounding her hips against him and the driving race to the culmination of their passion.

  “More, baby, more,” Mac said through gritted teeth. She bent lower like a jockey taking her mount to the finish line. Nina could feel her wetness against her thighs and his legs. The sweet slapping sound each time their bodies connected filled the room.

  “Tell me I can have it,” Mac said harshly. “All of you anytime I want, in the car, an alley, bent over the table in the kitchen. Tell me you’ll always be hot and wet for my cock.”

  “Yes!” Nina cried out. “You’re going to make me come talking like that.”

  “You’ll be mine, and I’m yours,” he pulled her head down and kissed her savagely. “God, I’ve been crazy with wanting you.”

  Mac moved his hand between then and found her clit as they moved, building her to the brink of ecstasy. Nina was writhing with excitement from his talented fingers and the feel of his penetration. She cried out when she felt his fingers almost slipping inside her with his shaft.

  “Don’t stop,” she moaned. “I’m coming.”

  “Fuck yes, I can feel it,” he kissed her hard and with his hand at the back of her neck he pressed his forehead against hers. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”

  Nina opened her eyes to meet his dark gaze and focused on the mirror image reflecting back at her. She could feel his breath on her mouth like a kiss, and the heat burned through her, searing her to the very core and branding her as his. It built with every thrust, each brea
th, and her body trembled. Nina closed her eyes as waves of her release almost drowned her in pleasure. The gooseflesh that covered her skin was a side effect of coming. She came gasping his name as she felt his arms envelop her. Mac’s release shuddered through him, and together they were left trembling in the aftermath of what she could positively say was the best sex she’d ever had in her life.

  “Do you think this proves we have a spark?” Mac asked after heaving out a contented sigh.

  “I would say yes,” Nina answered. “I wonder if they’re looking for us at the main house?”

  “They can look; they won’t find us,” Mac pulled her closer. “I don’t plan on moving from this bed unless it’s for sustenance or bathroom breaks.”

  “I eventually have to go home,” she pointed out.

  Mac cupped her cheek, caressing the soft skin, and their eyes connected. “How about we work on that tomorrow?”

  Nina nodded. “Okay.”

  She spent the night. While they talked intimately, they heard the sounds of the party being wrapped up. More than once people passed by the little cottage talking while they were inside cocooned in his bed. When she finally left the next morning, her coat was folded neatly in a decorative wagon outside the door. Their absence was indeed noticed, and Zeva or Jasper knew exactly where she was. There was no morning-after walk of shame as they walked to his car to take her home. In fact as they held hands, she felt nothing but contentment.

  Chapter Six

  Why couldn't things run smoothly just once? Mac thought as he drove through the dark streets of Northumberland. This was how his entire day had been eaten up, instead of spending time with Nina and enjoying her effervescent joy over Christmas. He was searching for Donnie, who had managed to slip out of the safe house and go missing. Mac expected it, but still he hoped that for once Donnie would show an inkling of common sense and do what he was told. Bouchey still would be looking for Donnie to claim his debt regardless of Mac’s threat. Bouchey wasn’t one to give up easily, even if he feared his adversary. He was biding his time waiting for Mac to go home, but Mac had every intention of getting Donnie out of Northumberland before he returned to D.C.

  Or am I even going back to stay? That was a question that swirled around in his head now. Should he ask Nina to move to D.C. with him, or should he finally put down roots where his began? It was something he had to work out on his own; his clients were all over the world and he could keep his offices in D.C. and stay here.

  Mac put his focus back on searching the seedier parts of Northumberland for his brother. Haile and Jasper were out as well, and between the three of them they hoped to find him somewhere alive—not dead in a ditch. It was around eight in the evening when Mac finally got a call from one of his friends.

  “One of my people spotted him trying to get into one of Bouchey’s places,” Haile said in lieu of a greeting.

  “Drug hole?” Mac asked.

  “No, he was spotted just before that getting his fix across the street; it’s when he went to the whorehouse they knew it was Donnie for sure,” Haile explained. “He’s on Height Road.”

  “Why don’t the cops shut these places down?” Mac muttered, turning the car in the direction he needed to go.

  “They do, but then they spring up in another place. Bouchey wants to run girls now and get in bed with the traffickers,” Haile commented. “Won’t be long before the police find his head in the river.”

  “Maybe not even that big dumb part,” Mac muttered. “I’ll be there in five. Call Jasper and tell him we have a line on Donnie and to head home. We don’t need the Duke of Northumberland being seen outside a known prostitution house.”

  “But it’s good for me?” Haile teased.

  “An old whore knows . . .”

  “Fuck you,” Haile cut him off by hanging up the phone.

  The levity was over, and then it was the grim drive to Height Road. It wasn’t an easy task to just drag Donnie out of the place that had a neon sign that read Homeopathic Massage and Circulative Therapy.

  Yeah right, Mac thought. The only therapy in there was hand jobs and pussy by fifteen-minute increments. If they could afford a whole hour with a girl, that was a treat and the john probably saved a whole month for the service.

  “Get your brother out of here before Bouchey shows up,” one of the doormen said.

  He was another guy Mac had run the streets with; even though he worked for Bouchey, he still seemed to have some semblance of morality.

  “Wayne, we’ll get square with you when we can,” Haile murmured to the man.

  Wayne nodded. “I know, just not here, too many eyes. Just go through the back when you grab him.”

  Mac quickly figured out it was he who had called Haile to let him know where Donnie was.

  “We have to make it look good, man,” Haile said. “We don’t need Bouchey questioning your loyalty.”

  Wayne flexed his neck and glanced at both of them “Been hit before; give us two in the ribs, that's my weak spot.”

  “Mac, you go for the ribs, I’ll do the face,” Haile said. “That will be extra in the envelope, Wayne, thanks.”

  It was over in seconds, and Wayne was leaning against the wall holding his side. Mac made sure to knock over a table and bust a few doors on his way through the house that had been converted to one-room massage parlors where Bouchey’s girls did their business. Donnie was practically screaming for some girl who worked there and begging to see her just for a minute more.

  Mac grabbed him by the neck and shook him. “What the fuck is wrong with you; do you actually have a death wish?”

  Donnie’s eyes were glassy, and his speech slurred. “I have to see her, Mackie. She’s all I got.”

  “Don’t ever call me Mackie,” Mac snarled and shoved his brother toward the door. “I’m getting you out of here.”

  Donnie reared back and hit Mac before banging on the parlor door again. “Britt, don’t be scared it’s just me, please. Please come out.”

  “Donnie, who’s Britt?” Haile held Mac back from grabbing his brother again.

  “She’s the only thing that matters in this damn town,” Donnie said miserably. “Bouchey owns her, and I was trying to win enough to pay him out, but he keeps raising the prices. . . .”

  Mac finally began to understand and took a deep breath. “Donnie, you can’t help her, especially not when you're not clean.”

  “I need to get brave, to come and get her,” Donnie’s voice broke. “I . . . ain’t you, Mac. I never was like you.”

  Haile tapped lightly on the door. “Britt, this is someone that can help. Open the door.”

  After a few seconds of hesitation, the barrier was finally opened a crack to reveal a waif of a girl. Mac could see wide blue eyes and a fragile face that was deathly afraid. He knew then with all certainty he wasn’t leaving until Bouchey was taken down and in jail.

  “How old are you?” Mac asked.

  “Twenty-one,” she said in a thin, weak voice. “Get him out of here before he gets popped!”

  “You can come with us if you want,” Haile said. “We know people who can help.”

  She shook her head. “I can’t, he owns my contract, and if I go, he will kill my family,”

  “We won’t let that happen,” Mac said. ‘Come with us.”

  A car door slammed, and they heard the noise of Bouchey and his crew, who were notified Donnie was there.

  “Go, please, before he kills all of you,” Britt said frantically. “He’ll beat me just for talking to Donnie.”

  “We’ll come back for you,” Mac said firmly. “Donnie, we have to go; we’ll be back, I promise.”

  “We have to take her, man,” Donnie cried out. “Just grab her, and let’s run.”

  “No, I’m not leaving,” Britt shook her head in an emphatic no.

  Haile snapped his fingers. “Last name, what is it?”

  “Flagstaff,” she said and slammed the door.

  Mac hauled a struggling Donn
ie down the hallway to the back of the house with Haile close on his heels. They got out, and Haile used a loose piece of rebar that was lying in the overgrown backyard to brace against the door. By the time they got around the house, Mac, his brother, and Haile would be long gone. Donnie was starting to shake not from the cold but the shit that was in his veins. Being without at the safe house, he’d gone for a big dose—and God knows how much he'd put up his nose, and in his veins, the entire day he was gone.

  “Can you take him to the safe house?” Mac asked. “I’m going to Nina. I don’t think this is one we can let him puke out—maybe she can help.”

  Haile nodded. “I’m on it.”

  They got him in the car, and Donnie was mumbling to himself in his drug-induced delirium. “Get Britt, she needed help, please . . . Britt . . . Britt.”

  Mac took his hand. “We’ll help her, Donnie, but first we have to save you.”

  “Go find Nina, we are going to need IV fluids and the like,” Haile said.

  Mac slammed the car door and jogged to his own vehicle. He made the drive to the hospital in record time and hoped to god she wasn’t off her shift yet. He saw her coming down the stairs as he pushed through the glass doors. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, and his heartbeat sped up just a bit faster. No woman had ever looked like that when they'd seen him, and both happiness and affection were written all over her face.

  “I didn’t expect to see you until later,” Nina said and pressed a kiss on his lips.

  The sensation was heaven, and although he wanted to sink into it, the more pressing issue of Donnie was at the top of the list.

  “Nina, Donnie escaped the safe house and went on a full- day binge,” Mac explained.

  “Damn it, why would he leave?” Nina asked. “His withdrawal symptoms were managed and everything.”

  Mac took her hand. “Not anymore, he already has the shakes. Idiot used this as courage to go after some girl.”

  Nina shook her head. “I don’t get that, but meet me at the car, I have to go liberate some supplies.”