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I push inside her and groan out as her warm, wet heat encases me. She’s so tight that I have to stop myself from blowing my load right then and there. As I bottom out, she moans loudly – exactly like she used to. I lean down to kiss her, not caring one bit that she can taste herself on my tongue. I pull out before thrusting back in, slow but deep. Her nails run down my chest and over my abs.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” I murmur as I start to speed up my pace.
Seeing the way her hair is messily spread across the rock, and how she wraps her legs around my waist to try to fuck herself on my dick – there can’t be anything better than this. I’m holding her hips so tight I’m afraid I might leave bruises, but she doesn’t seem to care so I don’t either. As my pace quickens even more, I know I’m getting close.
“Mac, I don’t have a condom.”
She doesn’t stop for a second, grabbing my wrists and putting my hands on her breasts. “I’m still on the pill.”
With that, I fuck into her – hard. My body rocks in a messy, chaotic motion as I chase my own release. I roll her nipple between my fingers while I slide my other hand down to press my thumb onto her clit. She lets go for the second time, clenching around me and sending me into oblivion. I explode inside of her, claiming every inch of her body for my own.
Maybe, one day she really will be.
I WAKE IN THE morning to the sound of Maverick accidentally setting off the alarm as he leaves the house. While usually I would be irritated, the memories of last night playing in my head cause a smile to spread across my face. I didn’t end up getting in until almost two in the morning, after making sure McKenna made it home safe. It sucked to watch her walk into a house I know she shares with someone else, but baby steps.
I grab my phone from my nightstand and compose a quick text to her.
Good Morning Beautiful.
My morning picks up quickly as I make some coffee and get a call from my contractor. He has some questions about the house I’m having built for myself, and he knows better than to make his own judgement calls on any of them. I designed that house with very specific views in mind and I won’t settle for it being anything less than perfect.
After I get out of the shower, I throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I run my towel over my hair then toss it into the laundry basket in the corner of my room. My phone lights up on my bed but when I grab it, my excitement dissipates.
It’s not McKenna. It’s 11 AM, and she still hasn’t answered. An uncomfortable feeling sits like a rock in the pit of my stomach.
So much for promises.
12
MCKENNA
I throw the cushions onto the floor, frantically searching the couch. Nothing. I grab my purse for the third time this morning and scour through it. Again, nothing. My hands go into my hair, pulling on it frustratedly.
“Where the fuck is it?!”
When I woke up this morning, Parker had already left for Boston. While normally I’d be a little disappointed that I wasn’t able to see him, this time I was relieved. I know that the minute I have to face him, I’m going to feel guilty.
I had reached to grab my phone off my nightstand, but it wasn’t there. I looked for it in the bed, on the floor, in the pockets of the sweater I wore yesterday, but it’s nowhere to be found. If I’m going to talk to Ivy about what happened last night, which I desperately need to do, I need to find my phone.
The feeling of Colton’s hands on my body are burned into my mind. Every time I move, the soreness from him stretching me open reminds me of the ecstasy of having him inside of me again. I can’t remember the last time I orgasmed that hard, not just once, but twice. I’m not saying Parker is bad in bed – he’s not. He’s just repetitive. He sticks to the same movements and the same pace, which feels good, but it’s nothing like sex with Colton.
Colton doesn’t just put my pleasure before his own, he gets off on it. The louder I get and the better I feel, the more he loses control. He knows exactly what my body likes because he took the time to learn it. Even after spending so much time apart, he still manages to make my whole body tingle.
When I realize that my phone is nowhere to be found, I decide to go for a run. I slip into workout gear and lace up my sneakers before fishing my old iPod out of a drawer in the entertainment center. It hasn’t been updated in over a year, but it’ll do.
I lock the door behind me with the hideaway key and take off down the street. The songs blasting into my ears are a straight shot of nostalgia. As I focus on pacing my breathing, I think about what Colton said last night.
“I want the chance to fight for this – for us.”
While it was exactly what I’ve wanted to hear come out of his mouth for years, I don’t know what it means. Our past has been so rocky and chaotic that I don’t know which way is up with him. He used to have moments like this during the summer we spent together - moments where he would make me feel like I was the only girl he had eyes for. But despite how strongly he made me believe he felt, he still walked away like it was the easiest thing in the world.
A couple miles into my run, I stop to take a breather. It takes me a second to realize where I am but when I spot the familiar gray house, I can’t help but laugh. Colton’s car sitting in the driveway tells me he didn’t go to work today. Before giving myself a chance to overthink it, I walk up the steps and ring the bell.
The door opens less than a minute later and the breath is sucked out of my lungs when I see Colton standing there in only a pair of gray sweatpants. His perfectly defined torso is on full display and the way the pants hang loosely on his hips gives me just the right view of the V on his lower abdomen. Normally when I check him out so blantantly, he makes some sarcastic comment, but when my eyes meet his he’s looking at me like my presence is completely unexpected.
Great. Here we go again. The only thing that attracted him to me again was knowing he couldn’t have me. Now that he’s had me again, he’s no longer interested.
My thoughts are completely cut off as Colton grabs my wrist and pulls me inside. As soon as he shuts the door, my back is pressed against it and his mouth covers my own. The kiss is heated, and desperate, and makes it hard to concentrate on anything but him. I don’t think I could ever get tired of this feeling.
