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This wasn’t a millionaire romance where having two houses and a small yacht was expected. A man like Mack King, with no known occupation, didn’t acquire assets like these legitimately. Drew’s words filled my head, “All you need to know is that Mack King is a criminal and all of his shit will catch up to him sooner than later.” I pushed away those thoughts and turned from the window.
Mack must have brought my overnight bag upstairs because it was lying on the floor at the foot of the bed. I grabbed it and went to the bathroom. When I was done showering and getting dressed I went downstairs in search of him. The house was very quiet. Since it was relatively empty, my footsteps echoed off the walls as I padded barefoot from one room to the other.
“Mack?” I called into the emptiness but didn’t get a response. I opened the kitchen door and stepped outside. I heard music coming from the detached garage several feet away, so I made my way across the stone path to the open door.
“Mack?” I hollered again and stuck my head in and looked around. That’s where I found him leaning over the open hood of his Ford Shelby, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans. He straightened, stepped backward, and used the bottom of his shirt to wipe his brow, his delicious rippled abdomen in full view briefly before the shirt was dropped back into place.
“Right here,” he answered as he reached in his back pocket and grabbed a hand towel, then used it to wipe the grease smudges on his forearms. His black hair was tousled as if he’d just gotten out of bed and didn’t bother to do anything with it. The morning stubble on his jaw gave him a roughness that was very sexy. I swallowed the drool threatening to seep from the corner of my mouth and shifted my focus around the garage where I saw a total of three cars. A black pickup truck, the red Ford Mustang GT he used for racing, and the vintage black Ford Shelby, but the red definitely stood out among the black cars.
“Morning,” I said as I stepped into the garage and walked over to get a better look around. I weaved my way through the cars and equipment while staring around the space with my mouth agape. I thought my family’s garage was well stocked, but this place was impressive with mounted racks from the ceiling, an alignment machine, a four-post lift, and an entire wall covered with everything one could ever need to work on a car.
“Wow,” I breathed. It was clear where he’d spent most of his time during the month since he’d moved in. His house was barely furnished; however, the garage was fully stocked. “Ouch,” I yelped as I stubbed my toe on something heavy and solid on the flo
or. Before I could reach down to soothe the hurt Mack was instantly in front of me and lifting me up, and at the same time shoving aside items on the countertop.
“What are you doing in here with bare feet?” he scolded me as he sat me down on the elevated surface and lifted my foot to inspect the damage. When he seemed satisfied that my injury wasn’t serious, he placed a soft kiss to my sore toe. Heat gathered in the pit of my belly, and the muscles between my legs clenched. He gave me a wicked grin that said he knew exactly what he’d done before lowering my foot. He parted my thighs and stepped between them and wrapped his arms around me. He smelled of motor oil mixed with a hint of tobacco, and I breathed him all in. He ran his nose up the side of my neck and inhaled me too. With the tip of his tongue, he licked the area of skin at my pulse before lightly biting down. I threw my head back, exposing more of my neck to him.
“Sail” by AWOLNATION began playing through the mounted speakers on the wall. I slid my hand under the back of Mack’s T-shirt, craving the feel of his hot skin. My body ached for him, even though it had only been a few hours since he was last inside of me. He lifted my legs, and I wrapped them around his waist as he pushed up the hem of my shirt, exposing my black lace bra. With quick fingers, he undid the clasp in the front and my breasts fell free. I gasped as he sucked my nipple into his mouth while massaging the other breast. I ran my fingers through his hair and held him close, loving the feel of his tongue swirling and teasing me, before he pulled the tight point between his teeth causing me to cry out. He repeated the same delicious torture to my other nipple as I moaned his name. The loose skirt I was wearing fell away from my thighs making my matching black lace thong visible. Mack slid his fingers along the edge of the lace before dipping two fingers inside. It was all I could do to not pull a repeat of last night and push him against the car and fuck him senseless again. This time I knew he was enjoying the control.
He lifted me off the counter, and I placed my feet down carefully before he spun me around, flipped up the material of my skirt, and gave my exposed backside a slap.
“Oh, my?.?.?.” I gasped as he smoothed a hand over the area he’d just hit before placing a smack to the other cheek. “Ah,” I cried out. He then got to his knees and pressed kisses to both cheeks as his fingers tugged down my panties. His tongue ran along my skin, from the top of my hips, to the round globe of my ass, and finally along the wetness that was already trailing down my thigh.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmured as he licked his way up my inner thigh and along the seams of my wet opening. “So fucking beautiful.” I pressed my palms against the counter to steady myself.
“Mack,” I moaned. “Please.” My plea coming out as a whimper. While the torture was divine, I really needed to feel him inside of me.
“What do you want, baby?” His voice was husky as he continued to swirl his tongue around every place except where I needed him the most.
“You. I want you. Inside of me. Now.”
“Anything you want, Jonna. You can have anything you want from me.” My heart lurched, and I forced myself not to think about what he could mean by those words. All I wanted, and the only thing I needed, was him.
I heard him push down his pants, and when his warm thighs were against mine, he lifted my hips higher. I arched my back as he rubbed the head of his erection along my opening, and I tried to push myself back onto him. The wait was agonizing as he pushed in a few inches and then pulled out. He did this twice more, going a little deeper each time, but not fully to the place I desperately wanted him.
“Please, Mack. Harder,” I begged. “I want all of you.”
“Then take it.” He grabbed my hips and plunged all the way in. I grabbed ahold of the counter and screamed. It seemed impossible to feel this needy for him, but I couldn’t get enough. My inner muscles clenched down tightly on his cock. I held myself steady while he pumped into me. His pace was hard and measured as if he knew just where to stop, which way to move his hips to make sure I felt him with every movement, and in every place that ached for him. Release found me rather quickly, and I didn’t even try to prolong it. I came hard and fast, my muscles clenching tightly around him, ringing out every blissful sensation. Mack rested his front against my back as he groaned and stiffened behind me with my name falling from his lips over and over.
I turned around and stared at him. His eyes were lazy and his expression relaxed. It was the way he always looked after sex, and I loved it.
“That look.” He pulled me to him and brushed my curls behind my ear as he stared into my eyes.
“What look?” I asked meeting his gaze. I didn’t know I had a look, too.
“That one where you look at me like”—he paused and turned his head away—“like I’m somethin’ special.” He shifted his eyes to stare at the wall behind me.
“But you are, Mack.”
When he looked back, I could see he wanted to believe me. His lips turned up at one corner, then he brought his mouth to mine and kissed me tenderly. I let out a long sigh and allowed my body to melt into his. When the kissed ended so did that moment we’d just had. He became slightly withdrawn as he stepped back to zip up his pants.
“Are you hungry?” I blinked several times and tried to focus on his question. I actually was hungry, and as if on cue, my stomach growled.
Mack chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” When I nodded, he grabbed my hand and guided me out of the garage.
Chapter Thirteen
We didn’t put Mack’s new kitchen to use; there wasn’t anything in his refrigerator except beer and leftover takeout containers. Instead we went out for breakfast. We got into his Ford Shelby and drove to a place not far from his house and right near the Key City ferry dock. In fact, Mack’s house was just a little farther down the bay. It was walking distance on a nice day, however, he wasn’t the kind of guy you would see taking a twenty-minute morning stroll into town.
