Finding A Way (31 page)

“Uh, but I made eggs…” I offer, flustered from his touch.

He reaches over, clicking the knob for the stove top off. I swallow a lump in my throat. I’ve never been affected by a man like this. I know I have little experience, but with Derrick, it was just wham-bam thank you ma’am. I never felt an electric current like I do with Mac.

“Fuck the eggs, Callie. When I’m finished with you, you’re not going to give two fucks about them either.”

His eyes turn hooded with need, his free hand grabbing the other side of my ass, picking me up easily. My legs instantly wrap around his waist, already knowing what they want.

Mmmmm,
I sound out as he squeezes me a little harder than before.

He places me on the counter, pushing up his t-shirt over my chest. I can feel how much he appreciates my body by just watching his face. This insatiable man makes me feel so sexy and I love it. He makes me feel like a woman.

“Jesus Christ woman. Your tits should be illegal. They’re fucking perfect, baby,” he says, lavishing them in kisses.

I squirm against his touch. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, and my hands find his hair, tugging it roughly.
Why is his hair perfect for pulling? It’s like it was made for it.
He removes his face from my breasts, taking his shirt completely off of me and tossing it across the kitchen.

“Tell me what you want Callie.” He kisses my lips harshly.

“I want you Mac. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk. I never want to spend another minute without you here. I need you to be my man. I need you to keep me safe. I need this. I need us.”

His hand dips between my legs, his fingers stroking over my wet panties. I moan into his mouth, my legs wrapping tighter around his waist.

“You, Mac. Please, just do it.” I beg.

He makes a tsk-tsk sound and stops touching my panties. I sigh at the loss of contact, pouting my lips at him.

“You have to say it, baby. I wanna hear you say it.”

I give in to his wishes, knowing it’s the only way this sexual tension will disappear. He knows he has full control over my body. Even my mind at this point. I give him what he wants, speaking slow and seductively.

“I want you to fuck me Mac. I want this,” I reach down, grabbing his erection between us, and sliding my hand up and down it through his boxers, “in my pussy right now. No more waiting. No condoms. Just you, bare and inside me.”

He groans against my mouth, sliding my panties down my legs and pulling himself free from his boxers. He moves between us, placing my legs around his waist again and positioning himself at my entrance.

I close my eyes in anticipation. I need this. I need him. I love this man. I’m head over heels in love with him. He pushes into me, the movement having me cry out in pleasure.

“You need a minute baby?” he asks, stilling himself from moving any further.

“No, just fuck me Mac,” I plead breathlessly.

He kisses me hard and fast, the same way he fucks me. I moan against his mouth as he pumps in and out of me. His groans become louder and he mumbles low and husky.

“So fucking tight baby. I could stay here for the rest of my life.”

He thrusts and I feel myself squeezing around him, getting close to my release. I’ve never cum so quick in my entire life. He feels so good, filling me, stretching me. He hits the special spot inside me and my vision clouds, white spots floating around the sky.

“Mac, I’m going to—” I manage to get out in between moans.

My orgasm washes over me like waves crashing to the shore, my ears ringing from the feeling. My body convulses around him as I slip into the sexual bliss of my orgasm. Mac isn’t far behind, grunting out his own release.

My chest pounds as I come down from the high I’m feeling right now. Mac’s head falls to my chest, his breathing just as erratic as mine.

“You are fucking perfect Callie. You were made for me.”

I let out a playful giggle.

“Oh yeah?”

He lifts his head, smiling at me devilishly.

“Yeah baby, there’s no one else for me. You’re it.”

I squeak as he picks me up by the ass again, this time throwing me over his shoulder, giving my ass a hard smack.

“Put me down you caveman!”

I beat on his back lightly, praying he never puts me down. I could stay wrapped up in this man for the rest of my existence. His playful side is as sexy as every other angle of him. How I didn’t realize this sooner is beyond me. We are puzzle pieces, and someone has been trying to put us together for what feels like a million years. They have finally found the missing piece to my puzzle.

“Not a chance, sweetheart.”

He chuckles carrying me into the bathroom. He steps carefully over the broken door still in pieces. That poor door. I chuckle lightly.
Note to self: Don’t lock doors on Mac or his dog.

He turns on the shower, stepping us both into the water before it warms. I scream loudly as the ice cold water hits my back.

“It’s so cold Mac!” I squeal in an attempt to get away from it.

He slides me down the front of his body, letting my feet touch the tile floor. Taking my face in his hands, he pulls my face inches away from his. His green eyes find mine, the same look of love in them. He opens his mouth to speak, closing it softly before opening it again.

“I love you, Callie Rose Matthews. I wish I realized it sooner. It's you, baby. It was always you. You’re everything to me, sweetheart. You’re my lifeline. I need you for the rest of my goddamn life. I don’t want to go another minute without being able to say you’re my girl.”

His eyes close as if he’s anticipating what I’m going to reply with, but he has nothing to worry about. I am irrevocably in love with this insane man, and I plan to tell him.

I run my hand over his tattoos and he opens his eyes. He lets me get lost in the green pools.

“I love you too, Mac. I’m completely crazy and madly in love with you. I’m your chick and you're my man. It was always you for me, too.”

He brings his lips to mine in between kissing, whispering to me.

“I love you so fucking much baby. I got you covered.”

I smile a genuine smile at him, returning his kiss.

After
giving Callie a workout in the shower twice, I figured we’d spend the day making up for lost time, but she denied me saying we had to tell Sierra about us since, as of last night, she still wanted to rip my balls off. In her defense, I deserved it, but not now. Callie and I are happy and shit is figured out between us, so I hope she’ll support us. If not, then too fucking bad because I’m not letting this girl go, best friend’s approval or not.

Callie goes into the bathroom, looking for her dress from last night. That shit is long gone. The dress is for my eyes only, along with those heels. She’ll get it back when I want her to wear it for me.

“Mac, where are my clothes?”

I chuckle as I lie on my bed, watching her come out looking extremely pissed off. Her hands are braced on her hips and her face set in a scowl.

“Nanook must’ve eaten them,” I play it off, shrugging my shoulders at her.

“Mac…”

It’s just too easy to get her fired up. Not to mention, she looks so sexy when she gets all flustered and mad. I try to not laugh, but one escapes me as she stalks toward me. She grabs a pillow and hits me with it as hard as she can. I grab her hips, pulling her down on top of me and she lets out an adorable squeak.

“I told you baby, that shit is for my eyes only. That dress and those fuck-me heels are in a safe place for now.”

She arches a brow at me, a suggestive smile on her lips.

“Fuck-me heels?” she asks, laughing.

“Yep. Those heels are made for fucking, and you’re banned from wearing them for anyone but me, sweetheart.”

She tries to get away from me, but I tighten my grip on her hip bones.

“What am I going to wear home? I have nothing else.”

The way she pouts makes me wants to kiss the expression right off of her face. Everything about this woman is sexy and she doesn’t even try. Even with her hair twisted up on top of her head, and no makeup, she’s stunning. Even better, she’ll have to wear my clothes home. Seeing her in my shirt this morning made me want to beat my chest like a fucking animal. She brings out that side of me. The side which wants to mark her as my territory so every son of a bitch who thinks about looking at her thinks twice knowing she’s mine.

“I’ll give you clothes,” I state nonchalantly.

“I highly doubt that your shoes will fit me, big foot.”

I let out a laugh, placing a kiss on her delicate nose. “I’ll carry you, baby.”

I agreed to wear Mac’s clothes home since he confiscated my dress and shoes from the night before. I absolutely made him carry me. He wasn’t getting off the hook that easy. Hey, he wants to go all macho man and refuse to let me wear my clothes, he pays the price.

The ride home was too quick. I was a little nervous to tell Sierra and Evan about us, but I assumed when Mac carried me through the front door like he was carrying his bride over the threshold for the first time, in his clothes, they would figure it out pretty quick…and they did.

As soon as Mac opened the door, I heard whistles and hoots coming from the kitchen where Sierra and Evan sat drinking coffee. When Mac set me down, Sierra came barreling at me like a mad woman, hugging me so tightly I swear she cut off the air to my lungs. She gushed about how cute we were together and how happy she was for us. She even hugged Mac, but not before telling him if he ever made me cry again she would make him a woman. After all, what are best friends for?