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She heard what I had to say. Perhaps the least I could do was hear her out too. My answer won’t change, and we can each leave it be knowing we said our piece.
I hit open.
Differing emotions tumbled through me as I read her message: confusion over the dog story, pain at the life she lived, fury toward those who stole her smile, and splintering in my chest as I read her promises to the man she saw in me.
Then I read the bottom half of her message.
Mackenzie: ...make me swallow every thick, throbbing inch of you...
My eyes bulged on the first line and grew wider as I read. Who knew this woman had such a dirty imagination and the mouth to go with it? And to accompany her messages with taunts at my inadequacy. The sheets wrinkled in my fists.
Mackenzie: ...binding my wrists with your tie, bending me over the couch, and stretching me with that big cock... you couldn’t find my pussy with a map and a flashlight.
I can’t find your pussy, can I?
The old Liam—young, brass, daring to prove himself—rose from the depths, bringing his savagery and arrogance with him. But he didn’t come alone. Lust flooded my veins, rushing down and engorging my cock.
Mackenzie formed in my mind as irresistible as her strutting around dripping wet in that bikini—unaware of the eyes following her wherever she went, including mine. I felt her pressed against me, breasts plump and firm on my back, hand stroking my arm. Mine slipped under my waistband, gripping my cock.
“...strum my clit till it sings...”
I spread Fantasy Mackenzie on the kitchen table, her pussy wet and dripping for me. My thumb worked her clit, flicking and rolling the bundle of nerves while she moaned beneath me, taking back every word.
“...plunge inside my pussy, and fuck me till I come screaming on your fingers...”
My dick twitched, a living thing in my strangled, jerky hold. I picked up the pace imagining the feel of her warm and tight squeezing down on my fingers.
“...make me moan Liam Hunt with every lovely ache...”
And she was—moaning and screaming my name while I gripped her ankles, pumping inside her sweet, cum-hungry hole.
I grunted, burying my face in the pillow. The pressure built to a fever pitch, jacked to the limit by my furious tugs, and burst free. Hot, sticky ropes wet my boxers, leaving me panting under the sheets.
“Holy shit,” I breathed. I haven’t had a fantasy, or a tug, that satisfying in a long time. Heaven help me if I ever got my hands on the real thing. I’d fill her till my balls were shriveled raisins, then collapse into a coma—another casualty of a mind-blowing fuck.
“Liam?”
I shut off the phone, tossing it on the nightstand as the other side of the bed stirred.
“Are you awake, baby?” Hendrix snaked an arm around my waist. “Ready for round three?”
“No, get some sleep.” I turned on my side, facing myself and my mess away from her. “Sorry I woke you.”
She drifted off in minutes. Alone in the dark with the message I read five more times and jacked off to twice, I confirmed all my predictions.
Mackenzie Blaine was trouble sent to upset the carefully balanced world I created, and she awoke a long-forgotten side of me that ached to return the favor.
Chapter Ten
Mackenzie
“Oh, Laurel, you’ll never know what you’ve done to Mommy.”
The baby kicked in her high chair, contentedly putting away her banana, yogurt, and whole wheat mini-pancakes breakfast.
“Da.”
“It absolutely is a disaster,” I said under my breath. “He wasn’t supposed to read the whole thing. Now I’m supposed to meet Liam in twenty minutes to tell him everything I know about Adams. If finding that doo-doo head wasn’t vital, I’d hide under my sheets and never come out until Liam retires and moves out to the Hamptons. I mean, what do I say to him? How do I look him in the eye?”
“Doo,” she drew out, forming a cute little “o” with her yogurt-covered mouth. “Dooo.”
“Thank you for confirming Mommy can’t swear around you anymore. You’re picking up a lot of new things, aren’t you, baby girl? Like Sunny’s mischievous side.”
My phone buzzed, shooting my heart in a corner to hide. Was that Liam? My phone fell radio silent after it attacked my face and ruined any chance of me and Liam. All morning, I shifted between willing my cell to buzz with a reply, and staying silent so I didn’t have to face rejection for the third time.
I will anyway when I go upstairs. Unless this is a call asking me to do this over the phone, so he can maintain his distance from the creepy, obsessed woman sexting him in the middle of the night.
The buzzing got more insistent, urging me to pick up the call. I checked the screen and relaxed.
