Finding A Way (29 page)

I lick my lips, pulling away, tasting my climax from his mouth. The gesture spikes my adrenaline again. I’ve never had a man so raw and dirty with me before. It’s something I never thought I would like, but I do. He makes me want to do things I’ve never dreamed of doing.

“Take me to your bed, Mac. I need you.”

He lets out a grunt, wrapping my legs and arms around him and standing us up, walking us upstairs to his bedroom. He continues to kiss me, carrying me with such little effort. I can feel his rock hard erection against my stomach, and it actually makes me think he isn’t going to fit inside me.

He opens his bedroom door, walking us over to his bed. My back hits the soft mattress and his body looms over the top of me. He looks perfect from this angle. Manly and delicious. I don’t want this to end.

Mac reaches up, pulling off his shirt with one hand, exposing his mouth watering upper body. His six pack holds my attention with ease. I travel down him, noticing the magical “V” that leads where I'm curious about. He leans down, bringing his lips to mine in a delicious intoxicating kiss.

"Admit you want me, Callie. I won't move another inch until I hear you say it," he commands against my lips.

I stare at him, wide eyes, my heart pounding in my chest. This is it. If I say this, it will happen. I will share something with Mac that will make or break me.

"I want you," I beg.

My voice is a whisper, shattered with nerves. This is real. He is real. We are real. It almost seems like the fantasies I've had since the day I met him. I imagined what this would feel like. How we would feel together, and it's happening. It's finally happening.

His green eyes stare at me, drinking in the sight underneath him: my bare chest, flushed, moving up and down quickly; my auburn hair spread out on his pillows, and my arms linked around his neck.

"I want you too baby. So fucking much. I've always wanted you. It was always you. Nothing else ever mattered except your beautiful face." He places a kiss on my tiny nose.

He brings his finger to my lips in a
shh
motion.

"I'm gonna make love to you, Callie. I'm not going to fuck you. I'm gonna go slow. I'm gonna show you how fast you make my heart beat. I'm gonna show you how much you invade my mind on a daily basis. I'm gonna show you how you deserve to be treated. Like a fucking queen, Callie. You deserve the world, and I will be the one to give it to you."

A moan escapes me while his hand reaches in between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing small, steady circles over it. Sparks fly every which way, lighting up his face in my vision. His green eyes glow bright, sucking me into them. I can't look anywhere but at his eyes, his mouth, and his perfect nose. He's the sexiest man I have ever seen.

"Mac…" I breathe out, my hands frantic trying to find something to hold on to.

He smiles against my lips, slowing his thumb's movements.

"What do you want baby?" he asks huskily.

My hands find the way to the button of his jeans, pulling and twisting, trying to break the bond which holds them on his hips. He takes my hand, reaching down to guide my fingers to where they need to be. I feel the button pop underneath them, my free hand to pushing them down his legs.

He pulls back from me, standing at the edge of the bed in all of his glory. His erection strains against his boxers, teasing me to release it from its cage. I sit myself up, doing just that. As soon as my hand strokes him, I hear him let out a pleasure filled groan of his own, his eyes locked on my hand. I lean over, placing a soft kiss on the head, letting my tongue have the taste it desires.

"Fuck. That damn mouth was made for my cock. Do it again, baby," he rasps.

I do as I'm told, and as I want to, running my tongue along it again, tasting the salty beads. I swirl my tongue, feeling myself becoming greedy. I need him in my mouth. I need to feel him hit the back of my throat. I need to bring him to his knees.

I suck him into my mouth and I hollow my cheeks. His groans are the sexiest thing I've ever heard. He sounds like he will combust any minute, and it's my doing. I feel powerful, and more importantly, I feel sexier than I ever have in my life.

He pulls out of my mouth suddenly.

"Lie back, baby. I'm not going to last much longer if you keep doing that and when I cum, I want to be inside you."

I lean back, propping myself up so I can watch him step out of his boxers and search for a condom in the top drawer of his dresser. I hear the foil packet crush between his fingers. His eyes lock with mine. He brings the packet up to his mouth, taking it between his teeth, and gently tearing it open.

"You sure you want this, angel? I need to make sure." He rolls the condom onto his shaft.

"Yes," I breathe.

My eyes drop down to how large he is. If he fits, it will be a damn miracle. It's been a long time since I've had sex, and I've read things tighten back up after a while.

He clears his throat and I look back up, finding a cocky grin on his lips, eyebrow raised at me.

"You like what you see?"

I nod at him, willing myself to speak, but I can't find the words. The only thing I can find is the look Mac gives me. His eyes portray something which some would consider to be love, but I can't assume that's what I see in his. So instead, I urge myself to answer him.

"I-I-I don't think you're going to fit inside me," I tell him shyly, turning my head slightly away from him.

I examine the paint on his walls, trying to distract myself from the embarrassing conversation I hope he doesn't push. I find a spot of paint, lighter than the rest as if it was touched up once before, and focus my mind on that spot.

The bed dips from Mac's weight on it. His fingers find my chin, pulling my face to him.

"I won't hurt you, Callie. I promise you. I will never hurt you, baby."

His lips meet mine. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth softly. I lean into him, letting him take my mouth as he wants. I need this. I need this connection with this man. I need to let myself feel something other than grief and sadness. I need to be loved for once in my life.

He parts my legs with his knee. I let out a small moan in response. He uses his hand to run his cock through the wetness of my folds.

Oh God.

I close my eyes, feeling the head of him against my opening.

"Callie, look at me, baby. I need to see you."

He doesn't push inside until I look directly into his eyes. Him inside me, and the love which fills his green irises, overwhelm me to no end. I could easily fall in love with this man. I would willingly give my heart to him, letting him have every part of me.

His thrusts speed up and I cry out in emotion and lust.

"Oh God, Mac. You feel amazing," I tell him repeatedly.

His eyes never stray from mine as he continues to push in and out of me.

"You feel fucking amazing too, baby. I never want to pull out of you. You've ruined me, baby. I'm yours."

He's so gentle with me, but he still has the hardness about himself which I love. For a man this muscular and primal, he treats me as if I’m made of glass, careful he’s not too hard with me or else I will break. My breathing speeds up, his fingers finding my clit again, rubbing it softly in those small, precious circles I can't get enough of.

"I'm yours too, Mac," I cry out.

He becomes more frantic with his thrusts and fingers. I see his face, I see every detail— the beads of sweat which form on his brow, the way his tongue runs over his lips, wetting every inch of them.

"You're so close baby; I can feel you squeezing around me. Cum for me Callie."

My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, crashing over me in a symphonic rhythm that makes my toes curl.

"Mac!" I cry out his name as I cum, him following me with his own release.

I close my eyes, living in the bliss that is currently flowing through my life blood in my veins. I feel a small kiss on my chin and I look at Mac. His sated look is beautiful. His hair is wild and unruly from my hands running through it, the longer parts sticking up every which way. He has the best sex hair I have ever seen.

I'm in deep. I'm head over heels for this man. Making love to me the way he did just proved everything I've tried to deny.

I am completely in love with Malcolm Davis.

The thought makes tears spring in my eyes.
I love him. I really freaking love him. I didn't even feel this strongly about Derrick. I…I…oh God. I need to get away from him right now. I can't believe I let this happen. I can't believe I fell in love with him. I'm still in love with a ghost who haunts me every single day, and now I love another man on top of it. I found a way to love them both. This was not supposed to happen
.

We lie in what I thought was a comfortable silence until I feel the bed shake underneath me. I look over to Callie thinking maybe she’s shivering from being cold or something, which would be strange because I’m fucking roasting here. It may be the after effects of being inside her, but I still check just to make sure.

“You okay sweetheart?” I ask her, leaning up to look at her face.

I make eye contact with her. I see the tears which fall from her ducts and sit up, pulling her to me as I comfort her. Did I hurt her? Does she hate me for doing this? Did she really want it? A million questions roll through my head like a freight train.

“Why are you crying Callie? Did I hurt you? Shit baby. I’m so sorry.”

Her bottom lip trembles, my arms trying to envelope around her. Before I can blink, she’s jumping off the bed and slamming the door to the master bathroom attached to my bedroom. I stare in shock at the door when the click of the lock, followed by a very loud sob, registers in my mind.

What the fuck did I do? I shouldn’t have pushed it. I should’ve just let her make the first move. She hates me now, and I’m never going to get the fucking chance to have her again.

Finding my boxers on the floor, I slip them on and make my way to the locked door. I lean my head on it, turning the knob for the hell of it. Maybe she didn’t lock it. I jimmy the handle, but sure enough it’s locked. Bracing each hand on the door, I speak to her through it, hoping to coax her out of there.

“Callie, come out baby. I’m so sorry. Fuck. If I did something wrong, I need you to tell me. I won’t do it again. I swear, please just let me in there, baby.”

More sobs. Jesus. Is she going to hide in there all night? I have to get to her before she decides this was a terrible mistake, before she crushes all of my hopes and dreams by walking out my front door and never looking back.

I hear the shower turning on, along with shuffling from inside. Pressing my ear to the door I try to make out if she’s still crying. I can't hear anything over the water running, but I assume she still is. I can’t lose her. I just got her. What the fuck am I going to do? I don’t want to break the door down like a fucking crazy person, but she’s leaving me no other choice here.

I step back, staring at the door and weighing my options. I could easily take it down if I use my body to knock it off the hinges. One perk of being in shape I guess. The more time I stand here and try to rationalize me breaking my bathroom door, she’s in there planning her escape from me. From us.

Fuck it.

I brace myself, moving quickly toward the door letting my shoulder and arm take the brunt of the hit. I hear a crack and I fall with the door, hitting the tile of the bathroom floor.