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But I move faster, gripping her derrière as I cry out her name, seeking release for both of us. Leaning down, I lick the salty skin of her neck and suck on the point where her pulse is thundering.
“Please, Byron... please...” she moans. “I need...”
The feel of her breasts sliding against my chest, of her legs gripped tightly around my hips, of her mouth caressing my shoulder — it’s all too much.
“Let go, McKenzie, let go,” I cry out, my own pleasure building.
“Yes, now!” she cries as she convulses around me...
“Wake up!” I shoot upright, confused and hard, wondering what in the devil is going on. I look around blearily, my eyes trying to adjust to the bright light. Where’s McKenzie?
“What in hell were you dreaming about?” a person asks.
“I don’t know,” says another, “but I’ll have what he’s having.” Laughter accompanies this comment.
With a groan of frustration, I realize I fell asleep beneath the tree. To make matters worse, I must’ve said something unfortunate, because my crew members are back and enjoying my pain.
“You might want to go find the girl and get some satisfaction,” my foreman says with a big guffaw.
“Go back to work, Wyatt. I’m heading to the offices,” I grumble. As I walk stiffly back to my truck, trying desperately not to show the men how painful this walk of shame is, the thought of finding the girl is a damn good idea. It’s time McKenzie and I closethisdeal. I can only be patient for so long before I need satisfaction. I have a feeling both of us need it more than either of us are willing to admit.
Chapter Nine
McKenzie
I’m late getting back to work. I didn’t wake up in the best of moods today, so being stuck in lunch-hour traffic is dragging my mood down one more notch. I’ve been seething ever since my miserable ex thought it might be fun to torment me a few days ago. I’m not afraid of him, but he most likely figures if he pesters me enough, I’ll give him what he wants just to make him go away.
How was I so stupid as to be with that man at the vulnerable age of seventeen?What in the world is wrong with me?As soon as I have this thought, sadness envelops me.
This isn’t the time nor place to think about the past. Even so, the past is continually with me. Filled with deep regret, I have to remind myself that I’m living my life. Even if I encountered some bumpy roads along the way, I was able to handle them without utter disaster. Not everyone can say the same.
Again, I shake off depressing thoughts as I park my car and step out of it. When Byron came in yesterday, he was in a mood even more foul than mine is today, snapping at me and everyone else. Today, he’s been in business meetings with his brothers all morning, so I haven’t had to deal with whatever mood he’s in. This is only a temporary job. As long as I keep reminding myself of this, I’ll be fine.
Slipping back inside the Astor building at about a quarter past one, I make my way to my desk, click on my computer, and try to return to work mode. When I hear a shuffling noise and look up, my gaze meets Byron’s standard scowl, and it’s even harder to handle than normal.
“I thought you were going to take this job seriously,” he snaps.
“Of course I am,” I reply, confused.
“Then why do you find it acceptable to come back to the offices late?” What the actual heck? Is he timing me? I haven’t been on a time clock in a lot of years, and no one haseverquestioned my work ethic. I refuse to argue with him, though.
“Is there something you want, Byron?”
“Yes, for you to do your job and do it right.”
“Iamdoing my job. Is there anything else you want?” I’m losing what little cool I have left.
He pauses for a moment before speaking again. “Gather up the Boise papers. I want to go over that situation in an hour.” With that he turns and walks away.
I take a deep breath and then another before I pull up the files. I’ll go over them one final time so I’ll have every detail on the tip of my tongue. There’s no need to have him insulting my work.
Before I can dive back in, my cell phone rings, but instead of ignoring it, I glance down and cringe when I see the number. This isn’t the time to deal with more problems, but I know there’s a good chance Nathan will come barging through the doors if I ignore him. They only kept him in jail for one day after he trespassed on my property. Sorry, they told me, but he hadn’t committed anactualcrime. And he’s called me every day since. I answer the call.
“What do you want now?” I snap.
“I’m not going away, McKenzie. As a matter of fact, I’m hanging out in the park across the street from where you work. You can never be too careful when you’re out walking. Strange things can happen.” I take a deep breath before responding.
“You don’t scare me, Nathan. You’re pathetic and weak, and no matter how much you harass me, I’m not caving, so please go back to the hole you crawled out of and leave me the hell alone.”
