Page 65 of Mac Meyers Needs Me

“On it.” I slide my feet into my boots and shrug into my coat.

Tally reaches for the doorknob as she tosses treats down the hall, and I yeet Parsnip’s mouse, distracting him so we can leave without him escaping into the hall. He yowls forlornly from the other side of the closed door.

“Sorry, Pars! I’ll be home later!”

We head for the elevators, which take a short eternity to arrive.

“Are you excited to see Mac?” Tally asks.

“So excited.” I do a little hip shimmy. “Do you think Enid will bring Curtis?”

“Unlikely. He’s not really into the party scene as far as I can tell.”

“Plus, he looks like the budget version of Brody.”

“There’s also that,” Tally agrees.

“How’s Flip?” I ask.

“So good.” She sighs dreamily. “He’s just so thoughtful. Yesterday he sent lunch to the studio for me and my troupe.”

“That’s super sweet.”

“Right? Like he isn’t even in Toronto and he’s taking care of me. I’ve never had this before,” she confides.

I squeeze her arm. “You deserve to be treated like a queen.”

“He makes me feel like one.”

We finally make it to the lobby and pull on our toques and zip our jackets before we head outside. It’s February, snowy, and bitterly cold. I tuck my chin, protecting my face from the frigid gusts of wind, and rush across the sidewalk. Enid is parked in the kiss and ride zone.

“You can have shotgun, Tally.” I slide into the back seat. “Thanks for picking us up! I hope you weren’t waiting long.”

“Just a couple of minutes,” Enid assures us.

“Should we stop at the LCBO on the way?” I ask as she pulls away from the curb.

“Chase and Cammie went out earlier. They’re already there,” Enid explains. “And I specifically requested iced tea coolers for you.”

“Thanks. You’re the best.”

The drive to Mac’s house is short. I grab my overnight bag, my excitement and nerves twining as we exit the vehicle and trudge up the freshly cleared walkway. Mac throws open the door before I can knock.

“You’re here.” He wraps his arms around me and lifts me off my feet while burying his face in my hair. I loop my arms around his neck and kiss the edge of his jaw.

“Hi, Enid and Tally!” Mac’s voice is muffled by my hair.

“Hi, Mac Attack!” They say in tandem as they head for the kitchen.

Mac sets me on my feet. “Want to bring your bag up to my room?”

“That would be great.”

He slides the strap off my shoulder and slings it over his, then takes my hand and leads me up to his room.

I haven’t been here since we dry humped our way to orgasms. I’m flooded with memories of that night, and more recently, our phone sex. I’ll fingerfuck you until you’re creaming in my hand. A shiver runs down my spine.

“You okay?” Mac asks as he closes the door.