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“Then don’t,” I whisper.
He squints a bit, trying to read me through the darkness. “Are you sure?”
“I know you’re right next to me, but it’s not enough.” That’s all the confirmation he needs.
His hand releases mine, and he lets it slowly slip to the edge of the lace between us. Dipping his fingers underneath it, he tugs it down and it rolls into itself as it slides down my legs. His hand moves slowly up my legs, light as a feather. When he gets to the edge of where my hips meet my leg, his finger traces a path to my center before sliding over my entrance, gently pulsing, teasing me. My legs naturally fall apart to give him better access, and I surprise myself with my lack of hesitancy. Taking it as another sign of permission, the pressure of his fingers intensifies, and he slips one inside of me, causing me to suck in a sharp breath.
Mack’s lips press into mine, and I can sense by the way he’s kissing me, he’s not getting enough of what he needs. I reach to release him from his briefs, but he nudges my arm away with his. I hesitate for a second, worried something is wrong, but he shakes his head slowly into our kiss. He smiles as he pulls back enough to whisper, “I need more of you first.” His mouth meets my skin, right at the edge of my face before he starts trailing kisses down my neck. His finger slides out of me, and his hand lands on my hip, gently pushing me onto my back. Propped up on one arm, his other hand slides under my tank top, stopping when they reach the bottom of my breasts. I help him by gripping the edge of my shirt and pulling it over my head. As soon as I do, he places a kiss where his hand was and starts working his way down my body with his mouth. His fingers are digging into my thighs, spreading my legs slightly as he moves in between them.
Without even taking a moment to tease, his tongue makes a long, slow drag over me, the wetness of his tongue adding to the wetness that's already there. He repeats the motion, using enough pressure to drive me crazy but not enough to push me over the edge. Damn, he’s sexy. My patience has disappeared, and I need more. My hand grips his hair, my hips lift into him. I’m not usually comfortable asking for more in moments like this, but I’m in a dream-like state, and it’s way past being in my control. His tongue flickers inside of me and my stomach muscles contract, my entire lower body involuntary spasms, without warning. Holding my legs in place, his tongue continues to roll against me, putting pressure in the perfect place. My orgasm rips through me, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.
Holy shit. That was way more intimate and intense than sex has ever been. I catch my breath for a moment as Mack’s kisses work their way up my body until his head rests on my chest. I’m still shaking from that experience and too turned on for it to be over. My hand reaches down to reveal how ready he is. I scoot down on the bed slightly, so our faces align. Gripping my hand around him, I move it up and down slowly until he is completely hard. “I’m ready,” I whisper. “For you,” I add in case it wasn’t clear.
His eyes study mine, full of both question and need. Deciding I’m right, he closes the distance between our lips, his hand caressing the side of my face. Breaking our contact, he turns and reaches behind him into the drawer of his nightstand. I don’t even hear the tear of the foil before he’s turned back toward me.
Hyper sensitive to every sensation, the calluses on his fingers from playing guitar seem rougher than normal as they run over my hip. He locks his eyes with mine again.
“I’m positive,” I reassure him, knowing that’s what he wants to know. Adjusting myself to hover over him, I guide him into me slowly, taking him in an inch at a time. His eyes close and his head tips back as he bites into his lip. Witnessing him so turned on is everything I need to feel confident about this decision. He regains control after his moment of initial ecstasy and looks up before pulling me into him and flipping us both over in one swift movement.
Leaning into one arm, the other hand threading through my hair, he pushes into me again. God, he feels good. I feel so connected to him, like everything that’s ever happened brought me to this moment for a reason. No part of me wants to be anywhere else. We find the perfect rhythm with our bodies, and he continues pushing deeper into me until we are as connected as we can possibly be. My orgasm is already building again, and I can tell he’s getting close too by the way he rocks into me, less controlled than before. He hits exactly the right spot, and I tighten, pulsing around him as a second wave of pleasure shoots through me. That sets him off too, like it’s all he was waiting for. He rides us through our orgasms until we are capable of coming back to reality.
“That was…” he trails off.
“Perfect,” I find the right word for him.
“Better than anytime I ever imagined it.”
My arm covers my eyes in embarrassment thinking about all the years he was thinking about me while he barely crossed my mind. How did he never cross my mind? “I’m dumb for wasting all the years we could have been doing that.” It comes out more like a whine.
He plants a few kisses along my arm that's still covering my face. “Just think about all the years we can do it now,” he mumbles into my skin. “I might be able to sleep now.”
I lift my arm enough I can see him, an uncontrollable giddiness washing over me. My next words come out quiet and shy. “But what if I don’t want to?”
The grin that comes over his face is the only thing I need to light my fire again.
As I step onto the curb, tears sting my eyes, and I will them not to fall. Mack shuts my door and turns to me, sliding his hand into my hair and pulling me into him. “I don’t know when I’m going to see you again.” My tears betray me by silently escaping. He pulls back and swipes his thumbs over my cheeks to brush them away, then tilts my face until my eyes meet his. “I’m sorry I’m emotional about this. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”
“Nothing to be sorry about, babe, I already miss you.” He kisses my forehead. “I know it's hard because I have so many shows coming up, and you’re about to graduate, but we will figure it out.”
“Okay,” I mumble as he kisses me softly. I grab my backpack off the ground and swing it over my shoulder, walking toward the airport entrance. A hand tugs on my wrist, forcing me to spin around and right back into Mack’s arms. He pulls me into him, this time kissing me with much more intensity than before. I forget where I am for a minute until he pulls back and my surroundings come back into focus.
“Okay, now get out of here.” He gives me a half smile.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Ican’trememberthelast time Avery and I adventured together besides our date at the winery. I don’t mind Miller being around, but it’s nice to have time with just my best friend, and I’m excited for this weekend. Miller is away for his brother’s bachelor party, so Avery asked if I wanted to take a trip to California as one final girls trip before she moves into her new house. Mack is out of town for a show, but he will be back around 2 a.m. Saturday morning. This way, I get the best of both worlds seeing him after six weeks apart and spending quality time with Avery. Mack is letting us crash at his place, so he left a key for us with his neighbor.
As soon as we drop our bags inside the front door, we turn right back around to get back in the Uber and head to dinner. Lexy recommended a place called Saddle Ranch on Hollywood Boulevard if we want to have a fun night out.
The restaurant isn’t far from Mack’s. It looks like a horse ranch and a bar were mashed together. Everything is made from wood, there’s a mechanical bull in the corner and the lights are dimmed low. As we are being seated at our table, a waitress walks by with a stack of cotton candy that’s literally the size of half of me. Lexy was on point when she referred to this place as more an adventure than a meal. It takes me the entire time we eat the best truffle mac and cheese we’ve ever had to convince Avery to ride the mechanical bull.
When she mounts the worn brown leather, it’s worth every second. She is surprisingly good and lasts six seconds. We didn’t realize agreeing to ride also counted as entry to a contest, but her performance was long enough for her to make it to the next level of the competition. She makes it through two more rounds before she’s kicked out of the bracket, and by then I have more than enough footage to send to Miller. “Okay, let’s get out of here before I throw up mac and cheese!” she declares, as we sign our tab and head out front to wait for an Uber.
Our driver drops us off at the entrance to the Santa Monica Pier I came to with Mack last time I was here. It’s crowded since it’s Friday, the Pier lit with carnival lights, games and a ferris wheel at the end. As much as we claimed to be down for adventure, we are ready for a mellow rest of the night since we have plans with Mack all day tomorrow. We peek our heads inside a few bars, searching for one where we like the atmosphere. A few blocks from the pier there’s one that just feels right. It reminds us both of the bars we go to in Oregon, more laid back instead of crammed with preppy rich kids like so many of the places here. I order us two glasses of wine, while Avery finds us a seat at the bar top at the window. Even though it’s getting dark, you can still see the ocean, and it’s perfect.
Avery has been going on about Miller for the last hour and showing me pictures of the furniture they want to buy for their new house. I can’t believe we are getting to the age where we do things like get married or buy houses–not like that’s happening for me anytime soon, but still.
Around 10 p.m., we finish our last sips of wine and start walking back to the boardwalk entrance to call an Uber. For some reason it’s not busy anymore, unless everyone is out on the pier. The bar wasn’t very crowded, and there’s hardly anyone close to us now.
