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His hand reaches around and finds my clit as he pumps hard and deep. I fall apart, coming so hard I see stars dancing behind my closed lids.
“Jett!”
His hips piston into me as he finds his own release, and then we collapse onto the bed. The sound of our heavy breathing fills the room until unconsciousness claims me, and I fall asleep, Jett’s arms surrounding me.
Chapter8
Jett
As the morning light peeks through my curtains, I look over at Macy. I’m up before her again, and the sight of her peacefully sleeping, naked and thoroughly spent, is one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on.
After the brief nap yesterday, we woke up and ordered more takeout, Mexican this time. I learned more about Macy’s love for romantic comedies, and she educated me on the many great works of Meg Ryan.
It was easy and comfortable, relaxing with her on the couch as we chatted about the lack of realistic events in the movies and snacking on popcorn. When night finally came, we found each other again, crashing against each other like great waves meeting when the moon was high.
I smile as Macy snuggles in against me, and that pinch in my chest is back.
Every moment with her is one I have to steal. This is it. It’s Sunday, and my week with Macy is over. She’ll be going back to her regular life in the morning, and I’ll head back to work, my one and only vacation in the books.
Fuck.
Macy’s eyes crack open as my hold on her instinctively tightens, and she stretches against me in the bed. Her round hips and slight breasts are hugged by the sheets.
She smiles up at me, her eyes still closed. “Good morning.”
“Morning. Are you hungry?”
I push a hair behind her ear and then wrap my arms around her. Macy blinks her eyes open and chuckles.
“For your delicious food? Definitely. Plus, I feel like I ran a marathon or something.”
She kisses me, and I find her tongue with my own. God, she tastes so damn good.
I pull back and smile. “Or something, indeed. That was certainly a marathon, just not the running type.”
Macy laughs and sits up, pulling the sheet with her.
“Ha!” She stretches again, the sheet slipping down her breasts. “So, what’s on the docket today? Any more relatives? Or do I get another chance to give your dad a piece of my mind?”
My jaw drops, and a short burst of laughter erupts from me. She looks over, smiling, and it takes a solid few moments to process what she said. No one has ever called my dad out on his shit aside from me.
When I’m finally able to respond, I whip the sheet off her and pull her on my lap.
“God, I fucking hope not. All I want is more of this perfect body. And you better not say we need to go to church. I have something else I’d rather worship.”
I take her pert nipple in my mouth and tease it with my teeth. The feel of that thick, little bud in my mouth is pure bliss.
Macy moans against me, but then suddenly sits up straighter.
“What is it?”
Her eyes meet mine, her brows furrowed, and I can feel the tension pour over her.
“Macy, what?”
“Sunday. That means my mom’s appointment today.” Macy’s stare drops.
I remember the check-up she told me about and the near-panic attack she had when we were just chatting about it.
