When her body trembled and her pussy clamped down on my cock, her fists clenched the blanket as she screamed.
Energy spent, her languid body sagged until she was lying flat on her stomach. Locking our hands together above her head, I gave it to her in slow deep thrusts.
Her moans echoed through the air, but no one could hear it. Not out here.
I milked one more orgasm out of her before I let myself go, gasping and groaning against the side of her neck.
Afterward, we stayed in the back, our bodies intertwined as dusk turned into night. We kissed, talked, and laughed until hunger won out.
Then we ate cold pizza in the dark while listening to the radio.
And when Garth Brooks’ ‘To Make You Feel my Love’ came on, Mackenna let me lay my head in her lap while she sang.
I held onto her, rubbing my thumb over the smooth skin on her thigh while she ran her fingers through my hair.
In all my nineteen—almost twenty—years, it was the happiest moment of my life.
It was safe to say the date was a massive success.
Sometimes weddings made me uncomfortable. I believed in true love, and I was fully supportive of the idea of having a ceremony to celebrate the union of two soulmates.
But holy shit. Why did there have to be so many people?
I peered through my living room blinds and surveyed all the cars on my street. Packed bumper to bumper, they lined both sides of the road, and I would’ve been willing to bet that it was the same everywhere in town. It was a good thing the weather was nice because there was no way I’d be able to drive anywhere today.
Jimmy wasn’t kidding when he said the entire town of Tolson was invited. I was pretty sure a large portion of central Illinois showed up today. Part of that might’ve been because of the summer festival, but many people exiting their vehicles were dressed up and heading in the direction of the church.
Just the thought of having that many eyes on me as I walked down an aisle made my skin crawl. There was sure to be a big crowd today, but at least they wouldn’t be looking at me.
Anxiously toying with my new necklace, I went to the kitchen to get a bottle of water while I waited for Jimmy.
This was our first public outing as a couple. I’d gotten a little too comfortable in our bubble, and I told myself it would be good for me—for us—to get out of the house for once.
A soft knock sounded through the quiet house, and I quickly pawed at the loose curls I’d taken so long to get just right. The simple strapless black dress I’d picked out was one of the nicest things I owned. I smoothed down the flowy knee-length skirt and hoped my red lipstick didn’t end up on my teeth.
When I answered the door, I lost the ability to form words.
Jimmy looked good in everything. He rocked his auto shop uniform, giving hot mechanic a whole new meaning. He wore jeans like they were made for him. Hell, he even made an old apron look sexy.
But dressed-up Jimmy? I wasn’t prepared for it.
He wore all black—even his tie. Most people wouldn’t have been able to pull that off, but Jimmy did.
His slacks fit just right, hugging his narrow hips. The shirt was loosely tucked in around his waist and the sleeves were rolled up, showing off strong forearms and a peek of the peonies. His dark hair had been slicked back, but a few stubborn locks fell over his forehead.
“You gonna let me in?” he asked with a smirk, probably internally laughing at me for almost drooling.
“Yeah,” I managed, stepping back to make room for him. Once the door clicked shut, I tried—really tried—to talk myself out of jumping Jimmy’s bones.
It didn’t work.
I threw myself at him, and he made a surprised sound as his back hit the door. I kissed his mouth. Hard. Then I began to unbutton his shirt while my lips latched onto the side of his neck.
“Mack,” he whispered, his fingers digging into my ass as he ground his erection against my stomach. “Baby, we can’t.” He let out a moan when my hand slipped into his shirt and my finger flicked over his nipple.
“Why not?”
“Don’t have time.”
I pulled back a little. “Are you sure?”
Jimmy glanced at his watch, which worked now thanks to Hank. “We have to be at the church in fifteen minutes. Judging by all the people out there, we might have trouble finding a seat.”
Disappointed, I let out a groan while resting my forehead on his shoulder and desperately tried to get my libido under control.
Jimmy didn’t realize it, but he’d awakened a monster.
A really horny monster.
Now that I knew how fun sex could be, I wanted it all the time.
He chuckled low, that sexy rumbling in his chest doing nothing to help my raging hormones.
“We can finish this later,” he promised, and I lifted my head to gaze at his lips. Those lips curved up at the corners. “Eyes up here, Mack.”
“Sorry,” I whispered. “I just can’t help it.”
In one quick move, he turned us so I was up against the door. He pressed his hardness into me again, and I let out a whimper of need and frustration.
“Don’t ever apologize for wanting me. Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?” he asked. “Do you like doing that to me?”
Nibbling my lip, I nodded. He nipped at the lip I had between my teeth before licking over the spot.
Then he swayed back. “Well, it’s only fair that I make you feel the same way.” Giving my butt a light smack, he opened the door and made a sweeping motion with his hand. “After you, milady.”
The ass knew exactly what he was doing to me.
Fine. If he wanted to make this a game of foreplay, I was down for that.
She was evil, I was sure of it.
At least she behaved herself in the church. But after that, all bets were off.
To everyone else, it just looked like Mackenna dropped her napkin on the floor and needed to retrieve it. An innocent mistake.
It wasn’t a mistake. What they didn’t see was her hand roaming up the inside of my thigh. Her hand finding my dick. Her finger flicking over the tip before giving my balls a light squeeze.
Just a few seconds of her ‘finding her napkin’ was all it took to make me hard as a rock.
These slacks weren’t built to house a massive boner. I tugged at my collar, the room suddenly feeling like a sauna. I had a feeling this was her way of getting back at me for earlier.
Over the past several days, Mackenna had memorized my anatomy. And, usually, I loved her wandering hands.
But not in the middle of Travis and Angel’s reception, surrounded by hundreds of people. Particularly, my grandma’s knitting club friends at our table.
“So, James,” a white-haired woman next to me said, “Beverly says you’re staying with her over the summer.”
Nodding, I made an affirmative sound while gulping the ice water the caterers placed in front of me. I was pretty sure she introduced herself as Alma, but having a hard-on messed with my comprehension skills.
“That’s lovely,” she continued, then her gaze shifted to my girl. “And who is this beautiful young lady?”
Seeing an opportunity to screw with Mackenna, I looped an arm around her shoulders and flashed the older women a toothy grin.
“My girlfriend, Mackenna Connelly. Honey bear,” I started, and her head whipped toward me at the unfamiliar term of endearment. I tried not to laugh at her startled expression. “What do you think of this venue? Nice, huh?” Gesturing around the hall of the Tolson Community Building, I stroked the side of her neck with my thumb. “Better write that down in your planner.”
Her eyebrows furrowed. “My planner?”
“Yeah, that wedding notebook you keep around. This venue—you like it, right?”
“Venue?” she croaked, catching on to what I was implying.
Alma squealed. “Beverly didn’t tell me you were serious with anyone! When are you two getting married?”
/> A strangled sound came from the shocked girl next to me, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see her mouth open and close several times.
I smirked. “Nothing official yet. It’s just so fun to talk about the possibilities.”
A round of ‘aww’ and a ‘bless your heart’ came from the enamored women, and Mackenna’s hand landed back on my crotch under the table. The squeeze she gave my balls wasn’t so gentle this time.
“You’ll have to excuse me,” she said sweetly. “I need to use the ladies’ room.”
After she stood up, I kissed the back of her hand. “Hurry back, sweetheart. We don’t want to miss the first dance.”
Playing along, she sent me a dreamy smile. “While I’m gone, why don’t you tell everyone how much you love Sweet Pea.”
My grin dropped.
With a victorious smirk, she walked away. I couldn’t help the way my eyes followed the mesmerizing swish of her hips.
Alma grabbed my forearm. “Oh, I’m so glad to hear that bird has a good home. It’s what Bernice wanted.”
I nodded stiffly. “He’s really something.”
“I would’ve taken him,” another woman chimed in. “But I don’t think he likes me. Every time I went over to Bernice’s house, he called me horrible names.”
“Oh, that’s just how he says hello,” I told her.
“Well, he pooped all over my handmade quilt,” a woman across the table complained. “I was supposed to enter it in the county fair. Six months of hard work, gone!”
I laughed because it was kind of funny when it happened to someone else. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, it wasn’t personal. He does that to everyone. But I think he and I have come to an understanding. I feed him peanuts, and he doesn’t crap on my stuff.”
They all giggled.
Alma glanced at me. “Well, Beverly is a saint for taking him in. If it wasn’t for her, who knows what would’ve happened to him.”
Nodding, I looked up at the main table. Grandma was sitting there like a queen on her throne in her light-blue satin dress. It wasn’t her wedding, but from the look on her face you’d never know it.
I’d never seen her this happy. She took a sip of her Champagne—pinky out—and seeing her have such a good time made me happy, too. If there was anyone in this world who deserved a moment to shine, it was Beverly Louise Johnson.
I endured some more flattery from the knitting club before they found a different topic to talk about.
I tuned them out as my mind went to how amazing Mackenna looked today. That dress. The red lipstick.
Absolutely stunning.
My phone vibrated with a text on the tabletop, and when I opened the message I almost choked on my water.
Mackenna sent me a cleavage shot. If her dress was pulled down any lower, I’d see nipples.
Another one came through.
Those full red lips were wrapped around her finger.
Me: Well played, honey bear.
Mack: Meet me outside the bathroom.
Trying to hide my stiffy, I discreetly adjusted myself before standing up. The hallway was empty as I approached the restrooms. Suddenly, a door swung open to my right and Mackenna grabbed me by the tie. Before I knew it, I was in complete darkness, my back against a door while my girlfriend’s lips went to my neck.
I turned on my phone, using the light from the screen to see better.
“Is there a light in here?” I looked around. I saw old shelves with cleaning supplies and paper towels. A mop and bucket in the corner. Dust bunnies and cobwebs. But no light switch.
“Doesn’t matter,” Mackenna replied, pulling my face back to hers. After sucking on my bottom lip, she mumbled, “You’re such a troublemaker. Within ten minutes, the entire town is going to think we’re engaged.”
“So?” I challenged.
“Have fun explaining that one to Beverly,” she responded while undoing my belt.
She kissed me, slow and deep, before kneeling in front of me. It felt wrong to have Mackenna all dressed up and on her knees in a dirty broom closet. It also turned me the fuck on.
“What are you doing?” I asked, frozen in place.
With a flick of her fingers, the button on my slacks popped open and the zipper came down, giving sweet relief to my straining erection. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Uhh… Ah…” I sputtered. She took my cock in her hand, stroking up and down a few times before running her thumb over the tip.
I heard muffled cheering and clapping outside the heavy wooden door, reminding me that we were in a public place.
“Mack, are you sure—”
“Jimmy.” Licking her lips, her eyes bounced up to mine. “Let me?”
“You’re asking permission to suck my dick? Un-fucking-believable.” I laughed and raised my hands in surrender. “Have at it, baby.”
The light from my phone went out, and I swiped the screen to turn it back on. I wanted to see everything. Eyes, lips, tongue. I didn’t want to miss a second of it.
Music started up, and I could only assume we were missing the first dance. But as Mackenna’s warm, wet mouth closed over my tip, I lost the ability to care. She gave a gentle suck.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathed out.
Her fingers clumsily grazed over my length as she licked at my sensitive skin. The way she wrapped her hand around me was unsure. Curious and tentative.
It was obvious she wasn’t experienced at this, but it didn’t make it any less awesome. If anything, it made me impossibly harder. Watching her taste me as she ran her tongue over my slit. Watching her pull back with a gag when she took me in too far. Watching her discover how to make me moan.
Like always, I let her take control.
A grunt left me when she found a steady rhythm, her hand at the base of my shaft while her head bobbed back and forth. She glanced up at me, her eyes questioning.
“It’s good, baby,” I praised. “So fucking good.”
The light on my phone went out again, and I growled. When I got the light back on, Mackenna reached for my other hand and put it in her hair, encouraging me to guide her. Gently gripping the back of her head, I made her go faster.
She moaned, and I felt the pressure build.
“I’m close,” I told her as I tried to pull her off my cock. Sucking me harder, she wouldn’t budge. “Baby,” I warned. “Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna come.”
Her free hand came up to lightly squeeze my balls, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.
With a hoarse shout, I emptied into her mouth. Mackenna’s eyes got wide at the amount of cum I gave her, but she swallowed it down.
Releasing the hold I had on her hair, I sagged back against the door and the light on my phone went out again. I didn’t have the energy to turn it back on. Mackenna started giggling before she even got off the floor, and I blindly reached out to help her up.
Falling onto my chest, she laughed, and I couldn’t help but join her. I sighed as I held her, probably a little tighter than necessary. My fingers flexed around her back as I kissed the top of her head.
Mackenna found my mouth in the darkness and gave me a peck.
“Better get back out there,” she said against my lips. “I don’t want to miss the cake. I’ll go first.”
Before I could stop her, she was out the door.
A bit dazed, I staggered out of the broom closet and made my way back to our table, probably looking just as satisfied as I felt. Mussed-up hair. Loosened tie. My shirt partially untucked.
And a shit-eating grin I couldn’t seem to wipe off my face.
Alma did a double-take when I sat down. She smirked, then dipped one of the cloth napkins in her water. She handed it to me and leaned in to whisper, “You’ve got some lipstick on your neck, dear.”
I took it from her and wiped at my skin until she gave me a thumb’s up.
Mackenna looked to the front and clapped as Travis and Angel kissed in front of the three-tier cake.
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p; Alma winked at me, like we had a secret between us now. Pulling Mackenna close, I placed a kiss at her temple.
Hands down, it was the best wedding I’d ever been to.
Numbness settled in my fists as I pounded the bag over and over again. The distinct smell of sweat and rubber permeated the small gym, but it wasn’t unpleasant.
Over the past couple of weeks, I’d become familiar with the Daywood workout center, building my endurance by running on the treadmill, then pummeling the punching bag until my arms couldn’t take anymore.
Since Mackenna started spending Saturday nights at her parents’ house, I had several hours to come here to train in secrecy.
And sometimes I worked out during my lunch break, like today.
“Damn, Jimmy.” Colton’s voice came from the bench press. “You got a beef with that bag?”
Part of the reason I was on edge was because the fight with Jaxon was in two weeks. No matter how much I trained, I felt like I had to be better, faster, stronger. There hadn’t been anymore incidents since the car vandalism, but I knew Mackenna was worried.
I was worried, too.
The other reason I wanted to beat something to a pulp? Guilt.
Whenever Mackenna asked me what I did while she was gone on Saturdays, I told her I watched movies with Grandma—which was the truth. Part of it, anyway.
The lie didn’t seem like that big of a deal at first, but as time went on, it got bigger. As my feelings for Mackenna grew, it expanded. Every time I went to the gym to train, it multiplied.
I told myself it was for her benefit, and that might’ve been true, but I still felt like shit about it.
Also, I hadn’t been up front with Mackenna about my feelings. After a lot of internal debate, I decided not to tell her I loved her, mostly because I didn’t think she’d say it back. My fragile ego couldn’t handle that. So, I just kept it to myself and held onto the unlikely hope that she would say it first.
But time was slipping through my fingers. My summer in Tolson was more than halfway gone now.
Chest heaving from exertion, I stepped back and pulled off the gloves protecting my knuckles. “Nah,” I told Colton with a forced smile. “Just feeling a little wound up is all.”
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