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I dip my finger back into the bowl and bring it to his lips. “See for yourself.”
His lips part, and I slide my finger inside. His tongue licks around my finger, not leaving a trace of whipped cream behind. “I don’t know. Might have to try again.”
A devious smile spreads across my face. He takes a bit of cream on his finger and runs it down my neck. Leaning forward, he drags his tongue from the base of my neck to my jaw. “Hmmm, something’s missing. Hold on. Let me try again.”
Stepping back, he trails the whipped cream up the inside of my thigh, starting at my knee and reaching under Ronan’s shirt until his finger brushes against my throbbing pussy. My entire body lights up as Mac runs his tongue along my leg, and when it grazes over my pussy I inhale a sharp breath.
Standing upright with a hedonistic look in his eye, he licks his lips. “That’s what it was missing. Absolutely delicious.”
Since he’s not wearing a shirt, as per usual, I reach out and grab him by the waistband of his jeans, momentarily ignoring the erection that is begging to be touched, and pull him back to me. Taking a deep breath, I summon up the courage I know I have. The courage that Finn and Ronan reminded me I never lost in the first place. “Will you let me try something?”
The corner of Mac’s mouth tips up in an adorable smirk, “You can try anything you want to with me, Pretty Girl.”
Curiosity lights up his face as I push him away and hop off the counter. “Put this stuff away and meet me in your room. We’ll eat later.”
I sneak past him and walk out of the kitchen and back toward Ronan’s room. “Yes, ma’am.”
Stopping, I look at him over my shoulder. “Best remember those words.” I wink at him and watch his mouth drop open before sauntering away, making sure to sway my hips just a little bit extra.
I quietly slip back into Ronan’s room with a smile as I hear Mac frantically putting everything back into the fridge. Finn and Ronan are still in the same position I left them, making my smile grow. Moving to his side of the bed, I softly kiss Finn’s lips, and his eyes flutter open. “Angel?”
“Shhh, I didn’t want to wake you, but I just wanted to see if I could borrow some things from your room.”
“You can take whatever you need. It’s your home, too.”
Shit, that was cute.
“Thank you.”
“What do you need?”
I hesitate momentarily but remember I have nothing to be embarrassed about. “Just some things. I need to show Mac a thing or two.”
A sleepy smile spreads across his face. He may be talking to me, but I can tell he’s not entirely with it, especially considering Ronan’s arm is still draped across him. “Mmmm, about time. Show him what I taught you, Angel.”
Just like that, his eyes fall shut. Pressing one last kiss to his forehead, I whisper, “I love you,” and slip back out of the room.
I run down the hall into Finn’s room and grab what I need. Stopping in front of Mac’s door, I quickly set the items on the floor and unbutton Ronan’s shirt, leaving only the bottom two buttons done, so the shirt falls open at my breasts, the baby-blue fabric barely covering my erect nipples.
Picking the items off the floor, I take a deep breath and open Mac’s door. While Finn and Ronan’s rooms are neatly organized, Finn’s neurotically so, Mac’s is the opposite. Exactly how you imagine his room would be. While it’s not dirty, it’s definitely unorganized. Books are stacked sporadically throughout his room, some on top of his nightstands, some on the floor. His dark bedding lays haphazardly across his bed, and for someone who doesn’t like wearing shirts, he has an awful lot of them thrown across his room.
Standing at the foot of his bed, Mac’s eyes study my body, stopping once at my breasts and then again when he sees what I have in my hand.
“Still wanna try?” I ask as his eyes go comically wide.
After a beat, he looks back up at me and swallows hard before answering as he did in the kitchen, “Anything.”
“Good Boy.
40
Harper
“Holy fuck.”
“Pick a word, Honey,” I demand as I slowly approach where he’s frozen in place.
“I don’t need one.” The closer I get to him, the more prominent the bulge beneath his jeans becomes. “Whatever you want to do, I’m yours.”
