“Yes,” she gasps as I move inside her, faster, harder, fucking her like she wants.
She wraps me up in her arms and legs and holds on tight while I move over her. And then she arches her back and clenches my cock in her tight grip as she falls over the edge.
I pump into her once… twice… three times more before I pull out and come on her belly. I fall beside her and catch my breath.
“You made a mess again, Tarzan.”
“Then I guess I’ll just have to clean you up again,” I tell her. “Maybe this time see if you can keep your hands off of me.”
“Ex-Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” I laugh as I roll into her and press my mouth to hers. I lick into her, and then my belly growls so fucking loud there’s no denying it. “Change of plans.”
“What’s that?” she asks.
“Quick shower and food,” I answer. “I need sustenance to keep up with you. Feed me, woman, or I’ll be useless.”
“Fine.” She laughs. “If I must. But after, I’ll chain you in my bedroom and have my wicked way with you.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal.”
She jumps up and heads toward the bathroom. “You coming?”
“I don’t think it’s conducive to our mission if I get you all wet and slippery again,” I admit. “You shower first, and I’ll check on Tube.”
She laughs and makes her way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I pick up my phone and call my buddy. He apparently had a blast with some travelling nurses and took a cab back to Coronado this morning. After promising him that I would see him tomorrow afternoon at the latest, I hang up and follow MacKenzie into the bathroom, joining her in the shower after all.
Chapter Six
MacKenzie
When you grew up
“What did you want to be when you grew up?” I ask as I swirl a fry in the mountain of ketchup, mustard, and black pepper before popping it into my mouth.
After we finished showering and making love one more time, Kyle and I threw on shorts and T-shirts and climbed into his truck. I directed him to my favorite burger joint on the coast, and we watched the sea lions that had long ago claimed the children’s cove for their own haven play on the rocks while we ate lunch. There are some residents who want to chase them away, but I’m not one of them. I love coming down here and watching them in their element. Pupping season is actually one of my favorite times of the year if I’m stateside, because the babies are so fun to watch.
“A pirate.” Kyle laughs. “Obviously. What about you?”
“A pilot,” I answer and add more pepper to my mixture.
“Really?” he asks.
“Yeah, why?” I ask before taking another bite.
“You never wanted to be anything else?” he prods.
“No.”
“Not even a fairy princess?”
“Not even a fairy princess.” I laugh. “Well…”
“Well?” he asks hopefully as he sips his soda.
“One time, in second grade, I put on an assignment that I wanted to be a waitress, because the girl sitting next to me, Jennifer Bertrand, put it as her answer, and I was tired of everyone telling me that a girl couldn’t be a pilot,” I admit. “I’m still mad I changed my answer, and to add insult to injury, my mom brings it up every year at Christmas when everyone is drunk and telling stories by the fire.”
“I bet that’s fun,” he says thoughtfully.
