He’s got a feral glint to his eyes as he flips me over onto my back,
He looks at me, searching my face for any hesitation and I smile before reaching down to squeeze his cock. I can tell he knows I’m okay with this when he grabs my leg and lifts it over his shoulder. Then with one long thrust, he’s inside of me, and I scream out his name.
He slowly draws out before slamming back in again. He’s relentless, his mouth latching on to whatever part of my body he can reach — my breasts, my neck, my shoulders — all are defenseless against him. My hands find their place holding onto his biceps, squeezing them tightly as he screws me into oblivion. This is way hotter than sex has ever been between us. This is not your everyday, ordinary sex. This is raw, lust filled, and love fueled. This is the kind of sex that millions of romance novels are written about
My release is thundering towards me and if I wasn’t holding onto him, I might float away. Mac is my anchor, holding me to him. When my body ceases to be mine to control, my voice gets higher and higher as I cry out his name. Mac gathers me into his arms and effortlessly lifts my hips so that he’s stroking even deeper. I combust. There’s no other way to describe the explosion of sensation that comes over me.
Mac shouts out my name seconds later and with one, two, three final thrusts that go so deep I swear he’s touching my soul, he collapses on top of me, sliding just enough to the side so as not to crush me. We’re sweaty, our chests heaving, and our limbs are tangled together. It’s perfect.
Waking up the next morning to Mac kissing his way down my body, nestling between my legs and wringing a quick but intense orgasm out of me, feels so good it should be illegal. I want nothing more than to stay in bed with him all day, loving him.
But my sisters sent text messages yesterday telling me they expect Mac and I to show up together for brunch at Ella’s cottage today. Marcus, Kayla and her fiancé Sam, and his son Toby will be there, too, and I suspect they’ve got some sort of interrogation planned. I’m nervous about it and I think Mac can tell.
Eventually he lets me out of bed and we get dressed. It’s only when we’re standing side by side in my bathroom, me applying make-up and him brushing his teeth, that he finally says something.
“Why are you worried about brunch? You’re wound so tight I feel like I need to give you another orgasm to relax.” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively and it looks so ridiculous with his face covered in shaving cream that I can’t hold back a giggle.
“It’s just so ridiculous. I think they’re planning to do something dumb like question your intentions. I just wish they would leave it alone and let us be,” I explain as I carefully apply mascara.
Mac puts down the towel he used to wipe his face and turns around to lean his hip against the counter.
“Didn’t I hear that you basically interrogated Marcus and Sam when they first arrived?”
“That’s different. They were strangers. Ella and Kayla have known you as long as I have.”
“But they haven’t known me as your boyfriend,” he says, sounding far too reasonable.
“I know, but…”
I’ve got nothing and he knows it. Which is probably why he just leans over and kisses my cheek before whispering, “It’ll be fine, T.” With that he walks away, calm and cool as a cucumber, to get dressed and leaving me to groan in exasperation at the stressed-out woman I see in my reflection.
The drive to Ella and Marcus’s cottage is woefully short. For once, I wish the island was bigger so that I would have more time to get myself under control. Part of me knows I’m silly for being nervous, but I can’t help it. This is, after all, the first time Mac and I will be a couple in front of other people. That feels momentous, even if the people in question are just my sisters and their significant others.
Mac is relaxed and instead of calming me, it irritates the shit out of me.
When he opens my door and extends his hand to help me climb down from the truck, I huff at his smile.
“Tawny. Seriously, you’ve gotta relax,” he chides gently as he runs his hands up and down my arms.
“Easy for you to say,” I mutter under my breath and he chuckles.Chuckles. How dare he?
As we’re walking up the short path to the cottage, the front door suddenly flings open and Kayla appears, grinning from ear-to-ear.
“Oh my fucking God, it’s true. Finally!” she cheers and I roll my eyes as Mac grabs my hand and laughs again.
“Hey, Kayla. Good to see you.”
“Shawn Macdonald, it isreallygood to see you with my sister at last.”
Apparently, Kayla is dedicated to her ‘embarrass the crap out of Tawny’ act.
“Well, I have to say it’s good to beseenwith your sister at last,” Mac commiserates and I fix him with a glare.
“You hush. Webothagreed to keep it a secret back then,” I hiss.
He just shrugs his shoulders at me and heads inside the cottage.
Toby, Sam’s son, comes running up to us, spewing questions at a million miles an hour. I love the kid, but dang, is he exhausting.
