Finding A Way (28 page)

After Mac told me the horrific details of how my night could’ve ended up, I wasn’t angry at him anymore. He was my knight in shining armor, even if he preferred to wear black. As he stood there, asking me to give him a chance, I knew I wanted to try. Even if it meant I would end up broken and alone. It would be worth it if he was the one who did it.

I know two things: I’m happy with him, and he makes me feel safe. Both willed me to take a chance. I mean, what’s life without taking chances anyways? It’s not much of a life without the risk.

Mac's city apartment peaks out around the corner. I admire how beautiful it is. It isn’t like our historical brownstone. Instead, it’s modern and alluring. It looks like it came straight out of those Better Homes magazines. I gaze at it with adoration as Mac shuts the truck off.

“You sure you still wanna come in?” he asks me nervously.

I turn to him, giving him a reassuring nod.

“Yes.”

We walk up the front steps, tangled up in each other. His hands never leave mine. He places soft kisses on my earlobe attempting to unlock the front door.

I giggle quietly, still tangled up in him.

“You might have to let me go to open the door, Mac. Otherwise, we’re never going to make it inside, and I really doubt your neighbors will want to see us naked on your porch.”

Laughing, he removes one arm from me, unlocking the door.

“I don’t give a fuck what my neighbors like. If you wanna fuck right here on the porch, I won’t deny you of that, baby.”

I smack his chest, opening the front door and stepping in. It’s dark inside except for a small lamp softly lighting the entryway. I look around. I spot something in the darkness and I swear my heart stops beating.

"What the hell!" I yell, backing up into Mac.

I hear him laughing loudly behind me. His dog is sitting on the couch which faces the door with its legs crossed over one another. The dog is a Siberian Husky, from what I assume, with a black and white coat and its mean looking face. Its eyes have black markings around them which make it look extremely pissed off.

“It’s okay sweetheart. She won’t hurt you. She’s all bark and no bite.” He tightens his arms around my midsection.

I give him a quick jab in the ribs a little harder than I meant.

“Kinda like you then,” I tease him lightly.

"Come here, Nanook." He whistles, calling the dog over.

I shake my head, telling the dog I don't want to meet it. I'm not afraid of dogs, but this one is big and salivating over me like I'm its last meal. The dog’s ears perk to attention before it comes over and sits in front of me, pawing at my leg.

Mac gives me a nudge, silently telling me to pet it, but I have a feeling this dog and I will not be friends.

"Go ahead. She's a big baby. Just pet behind her ears, and she'll love you."

I turn to look at him, giving him a weary look.

"I'm not so sure about that. She looks like she hates me already."

The dog continues to paw at my leg, staring up at me with her big beautiful crystal blue eyes, and my heart melts at that point. She adds whining to the pawing, making her so cute I have to give it a shot.

I lean down at eye level with her, letting her sniff me before I carefully reach behind her to pet her ears. Apparently Mac knows what she likes because she immediately rolls over prompting me to pet her belly. I scratch her belly while Mac walks down the hallway.

I get up to follow him into the house when I hear pitter patter behind me. I stop and turn around, feeling a very heavy dog crash into the back of my legs. I can't help but coo at her as she tries to regain her balance from the crash. She’s adorable, and I think I like her more than Mac.

The kitchen comes into view and I take in its homey style. The first thing which draws me in is the mahogany cabinets. The tone of wood is warm and inviting, making me step into the room more. The granite counter accentuates the cabinets with the black and browns which mix together on it. The wooden floor matches the cabinets which opens the room up, appearing bigger than it actually is. Mac grabs two beers out of the fridge, placing them on the counter. I move toward him and notice my tail isn't far behind. I walk to Mac, grabbing a beer and popping it open. I feel a paw at my leg again and I reach down to pet behind her ear.

"I told you she would like you,"' he chuckles.

Still petting Nanook I look at Mac.

"Yeah well if this thing doesn't work out for us, I'll gladly come over and see your dog still."

He reaches over, pulling me into his arms, my head finding the spot in between his arm and chest.

"So you're going to use me for my dog?" He cocks his head to the side giving me a curious look. I look up toward him, laughing quietly. He's actually jealous of his dog.

"Well, I can scratch behind your ears too, Mac. No need to be jealous. I have enough love to give to both of you."

He lets out a loud laugh.

"I have an itch you can scratch, but it isn't behind my ears Callie."

I slap his chest playfully then untangle myself from him.

"I’m not making it that easy, buddy. Where's your bathroom?"

He nods toward where we came from.

"Back to the front door, go down the hall to the right of it, then second door on your left."

I smile and make my way to the bathroom. I hear a crunch from underneath my feet as I walk along. When I reach the hall, I look down its narrow pathway. I see debris from something strewn all over near where I assume would be the bathroom door. Deciding to investigate, I keep walking, stepping in front of the door.

"Uh, Mac! Did you happen to have an entire bathroom door when you left the house today?" I yell, inspecting the damage.

In front of me is half of a bathroom door. The top of the door, including the doorknob, is fully intact, but there is a giant hole toward the bottom large enough for something to crawl under it. It dawns on me that Nanook must have gotten a little hungry and she may have possibly decided the door would be a good snack.

I hear Mac's footsteps pounding down the hall, followed by the same pitter patter which followed me before.

"What are you tal—"

Mac immediately stops speaking, taking in debris covering the hallway and the non-existent bathroom door. I hear a small squeak sound from behind him, only to see Nook running away quickly with her tail behind her legs.

"What the fucking fuck!?" he roars. He stalks toward me and the victim, which in this case, is the door. I have to stifle a laugh at his beet red face.

"Nanook!" he bellows, causing a chuckle to escape me. It’s too damn funny not to laugh. Seeing him get so mad at a cute little dog has to be the most hilarious thing I’ve ever seen.

When he looks at me, I swear I see smoke pouring out his ears. He’s livid, and I'm about to make things twenty times worse. I can't hold it in anymore. A fit of hysterical laughter releases as I clench my stomach. I feel him glaring at me, but I can’t stop. It’s all too much.

"What's so damn funny? She ate the fucking door, Callie! I’m gonna have to fix that shit now."

All of my resolve slips away causing my body to slide down the wall into the remnants of the less than there bathroom door. Tears spring from my eyes as I try to answer him in full sentences, but I’m not sure it comes out that way.

"Did you feed her today?" I gesture toward the half eaten door. “Because she was obviously pretty hungry."

I see Mac’s hardened expression lighten up. I know he’s trying to stay mad at his dog, but it’s impossible for him.

"I fed her today Callie," he states calmly.

More tears materialize in my eyes, and cramps form in my stomach.

"But...when we walked in and she was lying with her paws crossed like that, she knew she already did this, Mac!" I try to stop laughing, but it's no use. The more I talk about what happened, it just gets worse.

"Now all I can picture is the song “Fancy” playing in the background, and her thinking to herself, ‘
I have no idea what happened to the door Dad but you shouldn't look.’
or, ‘
I swear, someone broke in the house, and ate the door then they left. It wasn’t me!
’”

Mac finally lets out a hearty laugh and kneels down on top of the debris with me. He moves toward me taking my face in his hands, looking me directly in the eyes.

"She's exactly like you then. She will never admit she ate the fucking door, and you won't admit you want me as bad as I want you."

I stop laughing, my mind balancing what he said. He inches in toward me further, our lips a finger’s width apart. His tongue peeks out to wet his lips as his eyes turn hungry with want and need.

"I never said I didn't want you, Mac." I stare into his deep green eyes.

Mac brings our lips together like he did before, but this time there’s nothing gentle about it. It’s aggressive and demanding. I can still feel the masculinity seeping from his pores while he takes control.

A small whimper escapes me, causing him to smash his mouth into mine harder than before. I reach up, tangling my hands in his hair, and giving it a small tug. His moan sends vibrations through my bones. I kiss him back, opening my mouth to invite him in. His tongue swirls around mine, making my thighs clench in anticipation.

His hands pull at the hem of my dress. I move back in anticipation of what he will do.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Callie.” He removes my dress in one quick swipe so I’m only in my panties and my heels.

The dress didn’t quite allow me to wear a bra with it, and right now I’m grateful for it. Mac seems to be grateful for it too, because he leans down, lavishing my breasts with an equal amount of attention. He licks around my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Heat reddens my pale skin. I pant against him, begging him to touch me more.

“Mac, please. I just want you. Please, take me to bed.”

He chuckles at me, shaking his head slightly. The movement of his head causing my nipple to be tugged with him. I let out another moan as I pull at his hair harder.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here, Callie. I’m gonna slide those little lace panties off your sexy thighs, and then I’m going to eat your pussy until you can’t see straight. Do you want that, beautiful?”

My breathing explodes and his words sink in. I’ve never been one for dirty talk, but this man makes it seem so natural. It’s freaking hot.

“Yes,” I respond quickly, urging him to follow through with his words.

He seems to enjoy it. He becomes rougher with me. I feel him slide down my body and hover over my lower half.

"Lift up baby," he commands softly.

I oblige, arching my body upwards. He peels my panties down my legs and over my heels. I moan as the rough pads of his hands slide over my ankles.

"Fucking beautiful," he murmurs.

His hands move further up my legs, his body following. I feel his face over me, nudging my legs apart. I steal a peek at him, and the sight is amazingly erotic. His eyes flick up to mine as his fingers glide over my wetness.

"You're so wet baby. Tell me this is for me. Tell me all these delicious juices are for me."

I moan, arching my body into his, silently begging him to kiss me there.

"Yes, Mac. It's all for you. Please."

"That's what I thought sweetheart." He hums, dipping his head in between my thighs, sliding his tongue over my clit.

"You taste as good as I thought you would," he moans, sucking me into his mouth.

I see my vision blurring, my body yelling out his name.

"Don't stop, please Mac. It feels so—" My voice cuts off as he slips a finger into me, filling me up.

"Oh my God," I moan loudly.

"No baby, not God, but I'll take the compliment."

His attack on me turns wild and uncontrollable. He pumps his finger at a fast pace, adding one more finger, and sucking on me like he's starving for more. I moan out his name, feeling my release approaching. He holds my thigh with one hand to stop me from writhing against his head.

"That's it, baby. I can feel you squeezing my fingers. Cum for me, Callie."

His words are my undoing. My orgasm washes over me swiftly and uncontrollably in a second. I've never experienced something so powerful and earth shattering before. I try to keep my eyes open, but I close them when I see stars dancing around in front of them. I yell out in pleasure, my climax exploding around us.

Mac hums against my thighs, placing soft kisses against it.

“So fucking beautiful,” he repeats softly.

I prop myself up on my elbows and take in the sight before me. His tousled hair and his hooded green eyes make him look picture perfect. He looks rugged, extremely attractive, and he’s completely at my mercy.

“That was amazing Mac. I need—”

He cuts me off again by crawling up my body, bringing his lips to mine softly.

“Can you taste yourself, baby? Can you see why I’m so fucking addicted to you? Every inch of you is so damn edible.”