Eraser Lilac (5 page)

Oh god, how long is he going to leave me here like this? 
Mackenzie was becoming restless.  Surprisingly though, her desire didn’t waver, if anything, it became stronger. 

Eventually she heard footsteps on the stairs.  She sat up straighter, her eyes focused on the door.  When he casually waltzed in, Mackenzie let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, only for it to catch again when she took in the sight of him.  He was dressed in designer jeans and a plain white long sleeved top that hugged his body nicely.  The sleeves were pushed up, revealing tanned and muscled forearms complete with sexy arm veins, a weakness of hers.  He had on a pair of runners and his hair was wet from a shower. 
A shower? He left me here while he showered?
  She wanted to be angry at him but as he came closer, and his eyes swept over her body, she couldn’t.  His dark eyes focused on hers when he stood directly in front of her and he smiled.

“Good girl.” 

She sat exactly how he had left her. The cold shower he had endured had been worth it. She was so needy right then that it made his heart flutter and his cock stand to attention once more. He dumped the items in his hands on the chair in front of her, dragging it out of the way. He grabbed her by the back of the neck, inching his mouth toward hers, causing her breath to hitch. “Miss me?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and a knowing smirk, before crushing his lips to hers.

She moaned against his mouth when he inserted his fingers into her sopping wet heat. He thrust them in and out, hurriedly, kissing her passionately until she came. It didn’t take long before her whole body was shuddering under his hands.

“Worth the wait?” he whispered against her neck before kissing it.

“God, yes!” She was still gasping for air. He held her in his arms for a moment before stepping back.

“I brought down some clothes for you to wear.”  He motioned to the pile on the dining room chair. 

Mackenzie was still reeling from the orgasm he had just given her when she stood on shaky legs.  She couldn’t allow herself to ask the question that she really wanted an answer to,
didn’t he want some satisfaction as well?
  She saw him adjust his erection from the corner of her eye but did her best to ignore it. 
This is his game. If he wanted me, he’d take me.

She lifted a lilac business shirt from the pile and held it against her body. It was long enough to be a dress on her. The next item she saw was a pair of men’s briefs and then a pair of black athletic shorts. She also noted her purse and high heels.

“Um…” She swivelled to face him, her face screwed up with an adorable look of confusion.

“I’m sorry, that’s all I could find that might fit you. Do you remember your way to the bathroom?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied unevenly.

Mackenzie gathered all the items in her arms and walked to the bathroom. Shutting the door behind her, before leaning against it with a sigh. After cleaning herself up she put the clothing on. The sleeves of his shirt covered her hands. The shorts luckily had a drawstring that she pulled tight around her waist to stop them from falling. His underwear was surprisingly comfy though, even if baggy. She rifled through her bag and applied some make up. At least she could fix her face, pity about the rest of her. She tried to tidy her hair but gave up with a sigh. She reminded herself to make sure to remember her brush the next time she swapped purses. She put on her silver heels and stood in front of the mirror. She looked and felt ridiculous.

She walked back into the dining room with her head held high though.  She wouldn’t let him win on this.  Her cheeks heated in embarrassment when Sir laughed at her.  She felt her own lips curl at the sound. 
God, I love that laugh!

She looked silly, but so damn cute. The shorts were down to her knees and she had tucked the shirt into the front of them, finishing off the outfit with her sexy heels. He shut his mouth when he saw the smile on her face, even embarrassed, she managed a grin that made his heart beat faster.

“Come here.” He held a hand out to her and when she took it he pulled her against his body and he held her tight. He kissed the top of her head, then led her toward the dining room table and he picked up a hair brush. “May I?” he asked, holding it up.

“Please.” 
So full of surprises!
  She turned her back to him when he let go of her hand. 

“You have beautiful hair, Mackenzie.”

She’d never, not once as an adult anyway, had her hair brushed by someone who wasn’t a hairdresser.  She had no idea how loving and comforting such a simple act could be.  She felt more and more cherished with every stroke.  There was something so moving about the way he gently swept her hair from her face and brushed it with slow gentle strokes that she felt tears welling in her eyes. 
I’m turning into such a sook lately!  What is wrong with me? 
She pushed aside her thoughts, instead focusing on the even strokes of the brush and the heat radiating from him against her back. She had never felt anything like it and she never wanted it to end.

“There, that’s better,” he said, putting the brush down on the table when finished. She turned to face him, an odd look on her face. He chuckled at her. “What is it?”

“That was nice.”

She held his gaze for a moment before looking away. He wasn’t sure but it looked like her eyes were wet, he wanted to ask if she was okay but thought the better of it. She was a naturally closed off person and he didn’t want to push her too hard right then.

“Let me take you shopping.”

Mackenzie was taken aback at his sudden suggestion. “I don’t need you to buy me things.”

“You do. I owe you a dress and some underwear.”

“I’m not keeping tabs and you really don’t need to replace them. There is no way I’m going shopping dressed like this, besides the fact I look ridiculous, it will be too cold out there.”

“You agreed to try this relationship with me, so we are going. And you won’t be cold, it’s about seventy-five degrees out there.”

“It is?” 

“Yes.” It was unusual for Chicago to have such a warm day in February, but not unheard of. It seemed the sun would be shining down on them today.

“But-”

“No buts, Mackenzie.”

She didn’t know how to argue with him. She was mortified at the thought of going out in public dressed in such a state. She had a feeling that Sir perhaps felt it was necessary to spend money on the women he dated and she didn’t want to be one of those. She was not after his money.

Though, at the same time, he was right, he did destroy her clothing, so she couldn’t argue that he owed her. It’s not like she could really afford to replace the dress herself, and if they were going to give this ‘relationship’ a go he said he would expect her to go to dinners with him and such… maybe she would need a new dress or two.

But I can’t go out like this!
She looked down at the clothes she was wearing and that’s when she spotted Sir’s belt from last night on the floor. It had been kicked under the table and must have been missed by his staff. She bent down to collect it, pulled off the shorts she was wearing and cinched the belt around her waist. She rolled up the sleeves of the shirt and undid the top button.

“There. That’s better.” She smiled a mega-watt smile at him and his eyes wandered over her body. It looked like she was wearing a dress, a sexy dress that showed off her curves perfectly. She flung the shorts at him and they hit him in the face. He wasn’t prepared to catch them, he was too busy admiring the beauty in front of him.

“Wow!” he said, under his breath.

“You like?” She smiled wickedly at him before doing a slow turn. The bottom of the shirt barely covered her ass. Her long legs of milky white perfection called to him and he had the sudden urge to bend her over the table and fuck her senseless. She finished her circle and was again facing him. “Better?”

“I think I’m going to give you all of my shirts to wear from now on. Let’s forget about shopping, you can have them all.”

She laughed – a loud, sexy, full on laugh that made his chest constrict.

“You have an eye for design. You made it look so easy.”

“All I did was add a belt,” she said with a giggle.  “It looks better than what
you
had me wearing.  I’m creative.”

“As am I, Mackenzie. Particularly with a belt.” She gasped. “It will serve you well to remember that.” He grabbed her purse and thrust it toward her before taking hold of her hand and pulling her from the room. “Let’s get out of here before I change my mind.”

He found it very difficult to look anywhere but at Mackenzie’s thighs the whole time Simon drove them into town. She sat cross legged beside him and his lilac shirt had moved up quite high. It may have been helped a little by his fingers that were drawing figure eights against her skin. He loved the little goose bumps he was causing. Touching her was making his cock rock hard but he couldn’t stop himself, it was a delicious torture that he was willing to endure.

Speaking of torture.
  He really shouldn’t allow her to go out dressed like that.  It really was a huge disservice to all the men that would see her.  How would they cope knowing they could never touch her?  He kind of felt bad for them.  All eyes would be on her and her eyes would only be on him.  He would make sure of it.

Simon pulled the car up out front of a strip of clothing stores and opened the door for them to step out. He gave them both a nod and then got back in the car and drove off.

Lacing his fingers with Mackenzie’s, he asked, “Where to first?”

“No clue.” She shrugged. “I’ve never shopped in this part of town before.” It was way beyond her means. The shops here held items of clothing that she could never afford, if she wanted to keep herself fed.

“This way then.” He pulled her toward the first store he saw. The sales assistant walked over to them immediately. She gave him a ‘come hither’ look before looking at Mackenzie like she was a bug to be squished.

“Can I help you?” she asked Sir, in a sugary sweet tone that irritated Mackenzie. She hated the woman instantly and already couldn’t wait to leave the store. The eyes she was making at Sir had her rolling her own and squirming in discomfort. She felt him tense beside her.

He could tell how uncomfortable Mackenzie was with the woman who was making a play for him. He was relieved to spot a male sales assistant behind her. He looked friendly enough and was in no way a threat, just the man’s poise alone screamed that he was gay.

Sir tugged Mackenzie past the female assistant without a word and stopped in front of a male one, his name tag read Blane.  Mackenzie looked over her shoulder at the woman who was giving her the evil eye and gave her a satisfied grin.  She didn’t mind at all when Blane starting ogling the man beside her,
that
she could handle.

“
Hello
,” Blane said, dragging the word out longer than needed, while eyeing Sir up and down.  “What can I help
you
with today, Sir?  A new suit perhaps?”  Blane’s hands went to the tape measure hanging loosely around his neck.  If the look in his eye was any indication, he was more than ready to measure Sir’s inseam.  Mackenzie had to supress a giggle.

“Actually, we’re looking for a new dress.” He tugged Mackenzie’s hand and nodded in her direction. “Something elegant ...” he trailed off when his eyes focused on her body.

“Oh goodie!”  Blane rocked back on his heels, clasping his hands together.  He stepped closer, putting his hand on her shoulder.  She was forced to let go of Sir’s hand when Blane spun her from side to side, giving her the once over.  “Wow, aren’t you just a perfect specimen?”  All Mackenzie could do was blush.  “Come this way cherub, I have much to show you.”  He put his hand on the small of her back and guided her throughout the store.

Minutes later, the friendly sales assistant was helping her into a change room, with a royal blue dress, the same color as her now destroyed evening gown.  It was tight and low cut, finishing just above her knees.  It fit her like a glove.  Sir was seated on the lounge chair when she exited the change room.  He asked her to turn around.  The intense way his eyes raked over her body made Mackenzie giddy with anticipation.

“Perfect. We’ll take that one.”

“Gorgeous darling.  Now this one.”  Blane handed her another dress and scooted her back into the change room.  He shut the curtain before she had a chance to argue.  She wordlessly tried it on and then modelled it for Sir.  The same look of lust was on his face, but then he schooled his expression and sent her back in to change.  She figured he must not have liked it that much.

Blane handed her another dress and she noted he had picked out a whole rack of clothing for her to try.  He must have seen the question in her eyes because he leaned in and whispered, “I’m only doing as instructed, lucky lady.  Where did you find him?  I need me one of those.”  He looked back at Sir and sighed, causing Mackenzie to giggle.  Sir seemed content to stay where he was seated, giving her a smile that shot all the way to her toes before Blane closed the curtain.