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6
Macy
Cuddling deeper into the pillow beneath my head, I burrowed under the warm blanket as awareness slowly started to filter into my brain. It was the smooth feel of the sheets against my naked skin that first warned me something was different. My sheets were decent, but they weren’t made of the finest Egyptian cotton. But, that’s exactly what the ones covering my body felt like they were made from.
My naked body, when I always slept in pajamas of some kind. Even in the hottest days of summer.
Except for when I lose my virginity to a guy I met hours before in the lingerie and sex toy store where I worked.
The realization hit me and I finally woke all the way up. My eyes popped open, only to squeeze shut again when the bright light from the sun shining through the windows nearly blinded me.
“Crap,” I grumbled, opening them more slowly as I sat up to search for a clock, my phone, or anything else that could tell me what time it was. What I found was Rhys, sitting in a brown leather chair in the corner of the room with his laptop perched on his lap and his grey eyes latched on my chest.
“Shit! Shitty shit!” I yanked the sheets up, covering myself as quickly as I could, feeling vulnerable with him staring at me.
He was dressed in another custom tailored three-piece suit, his hair perfectly styled and his cheeks freshly shaved. How I’d managed to fall asleep in his bed last night was a mystery to me, along with how I’d slept through him getting up and ready. Seriously, sex with Rhys was better than any sleeping pill on the market since it had apparently knocked me the hell out.
The husky sound of his laughter pulled me out of my thoughts and had me glaring at him. I didn’t know what the whole morning after etiquette was since I’d never done this before, and Rhys looking so perfect while I was a disheveled mess made me feel even more at a disadvantage. But I didn’t let that stop me from saying exactly what had popped into my head. “You’re being rude.”
“How am I being rude, angel?” he asked as he set his laptop to the side and rose to his feet to stalk towards me.
“By laughing at me like that.”
“Oh, Macy,” he sighed, shrugging out of his suit jacket and vest. “How is it you can be so damn adorable and absolutely fucking gorgeous at the same time?”
My cheeks filled with heat, and I knew I was blushing at his compliment. “This is so awkward.”
He’d toed off his shoes and his strong fingers were making quick work of his perfectly knotted tie when he stopped and gazed at me, eyes narrowed and head tilted to the side. “What is, baby?”
“All this.” I waved between the two of us and tried to duck my head until he tipped it upwards again with one long finger. “I’m not like this, I swear.”
Those grey eyes lit with understanding, and more than a little humor. “I think I know that better than anyone else, since I’m the man who popped your cherry last night, angel.”
“Exactly!” I squeaked. “We had one date, after meeting in Dirty Players, and I had sex with you. Like a… a—”
He didn’t let me finish, cutting me off by claiming my mouth in a passionate kiss. Wrapping my hair around his fists, he held my head in place while his tongue tangled with mine. Just like the night before, his kiss ignited a fire deep inside me. By the time he was done, my vision was blurry, my heart was racing, and I could barely catch my breath.
“Nobody talks shit about you, Macy. Not even you.”
“I wasn’t talking shit!” I protested. “Everything I said was true.”
“You skipped one important fact,” he grunted. “The only one that matters to me. I claimed you last night. You’re mine.”
I didn’t know how to respond to his declaration. One part of me thought he was crazy. Stuff like that only happened in books and movies. Another part of me wanted it to be true. So badly. But I was afraid it was too good to be true, so I drowned out the little voice in my head that was tempting me by focusing on my morning ritual. “I need to take a shower.”
He smiled, and the spark in his eyes made me shiver. He tugged the sheet lower and trailed a finger along my collarbone. “Taking a shower now would be an exercise in futility since I’m just going to dirty you up all over again.”
His head lowered, and he fed hungrily at my mouth. It was like he was somehow starving for me, even though he’d had me last night. Then again, I wasn’t any better off. A deep groan rumbled up his throat, and I went a little crazy. I needed to touch him, wanted to bring him the same pleasure he’d given me. My fingers yanked at his shirt buttons, ripping a few of them off the soft fabric when I pulled them from their holes. I was desperate to remove the barrier between us, wanting to be able to touch his skin. To trace all his tattoos with my tongue.
He didn’t protest, his actions were almost as desperate as mine when he yanked his pants open and shoved them down his legs. Then his underwear followed, and he was finally naked, his erection freed from its constraints. Licking my lips, I slid my hand around his hip and across his upper thigh, trailing my fingers over his balls and up his hardened flesh. It felt like satin over steel, hot to the touch. My hair hung around my head like a curtain as my tongue snaked out to flick against the tip of his cock, toying with his piercing.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand fisting in my hair and lifting it up. “Wrap those pretty lips around me, angel. I want to feel that perfect mouth.”
I did as he asked, his flavor exploding on my tongue as I sucked a few inches inside. I moaned against his hot flesh, and his control seemed to break as he lifted me off him and tossed me back onto the mattress. Looming over me, his grey eyes appeared almost black as they burned down at me.
“It’s going have to wait for another time because I can’t wait to be inside you again. Not even another minute.”
He spread my legs open and slid inside with one forceful thrust. I was already hypersensitive, and a little sore from the night before. The way he stretched me inside was almost too much. But the intense pleasure had my nails digging into his shoulders as I fought to not fly apart quite so quickly.
I wanted this to be for Rhys too. I lifted my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. His fingers dug into my hips, and I didn’t care that they were bound to leave marks behind. He drove into me deep, hard. I thrilled at the knowledge that I’d feel it with every step I took later. Then his hand slid between us and he circled my swollen clit with his thumb, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Rhys!” I screamed out his name, writhing wildly in his arms as I shattered into what felt like a million pieces.
With only a few more thrusts, his muscles tensed and he groaned his pleasure into my ear. “My perfect angel. Never going to let you go.”
Even after sleeping so deeply, I was completely exhausted again. And totally satisfied as I snuggled into Rhys’s arms. “I don’t think I can move,” I mumbled against his chest.
“It’s a good thing since I don’t want you to anyway,” he rasped, his hand sliding up and down my back.
A sigh of contentment escaped my lips, turning into a moan when he pulled his still half
-hard length from my body. As soon as I registered the wet feeling between my legs, the glow dissipated. “Ohmigod,” I breathed out.
“You can say that again,” he gasped.
“No!” I yelped, shoving at his chest. “That wasn’t a good ohmigod, it was a you didn’t wear a condom, ohmigod.”
“Oh.”
I didn’t know what to make of the sound of that one syllable, not with the overly innocent look that accompanied it. “Oh? Oh! That’s all you have to say for yourself? We met less than twenty-four hours ago and we’ve had unprotected sex twice!”
“You were a virgin, and I’m clean,” he interjected.
“Well, whoop-dee-fucking-doo,” I drawled. “That would be a huge relief, except it still leaves us with the very real possibility of an unplanned pregnancy.”
I could have sworn I heard him mumble something like “not so unplanned” under his breath, but I was too busy ranting to really pay attention, and I must have misunderstood because there was no way I’d heard him correctly.
“And I know exactly how difficult it is for a woman to be pregnant on her own. I was right there by Aspen’s side when she was pregnant with Carter. It was so damn hard for her, no matter how much I tried to help. I can’t believe I might have just—”
“Stop right there, Macy,” he snapped, pushing me onto my back and bracing himself over me. “You’re not on your own. I’m right here with you. There is no I anymore. We’re an us now, and you better get used to it because that’s never going to change.”
7
Rhys
“I don’t understand you,” Macy whispered, her face filled with confusion. “Weston clearly approves of you and considering the amount of people who knew about your ‘celibacy,’ I have to believe that was true. So why were you shopping at Dirty Players? The only explanation I can think of is that you were preparing to seduce someone. Why should I trust you when you set out to find a girl to bang and I was a convenient choice?” Her face clouded over and she muttered darkly, “Not that I made your task very hard to accomplish.”
