Waking up groggy as hell, I find Mac beside me spread out on the bed passed out. Rolling over on my side, I find his hand gripping a white baby monitor tightly. He’s lying on his back his bare tattooed chest facing upward, and his dark-colored sweats hung down low outlining his cock. He must not be wearing any underwear the way the material outlines it so perfectly.

Mac Daddy is amazing. He’s done so much for me, and I feel like I’ve done nothing.

Biting my lip as I contemplate how I can pay him back, I run the pad of my finger over the blue vein lacing down his hip. All men love blowjobs, right? I’ve never given one, and I might suck at it, but I’m willing to try for him. His pants slowly begin to rise as I trace his veins ever so slowly, it excites me to know my touch affects him. Shoving my hand down his pants, I pull his fully erect cock free from his boxers. The barbell pierced through his head shimmers from the moonlight coming through the window. Man, he’s so big and thick, it makes my mouth water just looking at it.

My eyes slide up his hips finding him still asleep. Lowering my head, I flick the head of his length with my tongue, then slide it along the shaft. He tastes of salt and musk filling my mouth. He stirs, and I take the plunge - I shove as much of his hard, throbbing cock into my mouth as I can. His barbell hitting the roof of my mouth, I gag but don’t stop.

A feral growl vibrates his chest, his fingers tightening into my tangled hair with excitement.

“Fuck yes.” He thrusts his hips upward, the thick head gagging the shit out of me. Sheathing my teeth with my lips, I suck and bob, and suck and bob. The soft velvety skin of his cock sliding in and out between my lips with ease. His body tenses and rises off the bed. Having him come undone with the power of my mouth is a rush I’ve never had.

“Oh my God, Simone. Just like that,” he whispers huskily. His fingers in my hair lifting and lowering my mouth just how he likes it.

My nipples ache, demanding to be freed from this heavy shirt and my clit throbs for rough attention.

As if he reads my mind, he slips his hand under my shirt and tweaks my budded nipple. Soft moans ripple through my swollen lips as I close my eyes and suck him like he’s the best popsicle earth has to offer.

“Flip, flip!” Mac warns. Before I can let his length leave my mouth, he has me on my back, shirt raised above my heavy tits, and is spraying white beads of cum all over my chest. It’s warm, and silky and covers the mounds of my chest like icing.

Hair in his face, mouth lax, and eyes dark and hooded, he looks at me in silence. Brushing the hair from his face, I smirk. Happy I can please my man.

“My turn,” he breathes heavily. My eyes widen in panic. I have a pad the size of a man diaper on, he can’t go down there.

“I- wait!” I try and stop him, my struggle making my incision burn. “The doctor said at least four weeks!” I remind him.

“I’m not going to fuck you, not yet anyway.” He winks, and my stomach knots. He’s going to run for the hills when he sees what’s hidden in these panties.

He shimmies down my underwear, and I smack my face with my hand. I bet I’m covered in blood. My bloody pad the sexiest thing he’s seen, I’m sure.

“I don’t need a turn, I’m fine,” I assure him.

“Look at that clit, swollen and ready for only me.” The admiration in his tone has me drop my hand and look at him with awe. This man is surprising me every day, how is he not grossed out?

Looking down at myself, I notice there’s no blood on me, thank God.

Sticking his thumb in his mouth, he sucks on it hard. Dark dominating eyes pinning me where I lay.

A Cheshire Cat grin spreads across his sleepy face, and his dexterous finger swirls my clit into a bundle of stars and pressure. My fingers claw at the sheets, my mouth parting with how fast the pleasure was brought upon. God yes, I needed him to touch me. Clenching, and holding my breath I try to keep myself together, so I don’t wake the baby.

“Let it out, I want to hear you moan. I want the fucking neighbors to know my goddamn name!” he bites his bottom lip. My body feels like it’s teetering on the side of a cliff, pleasure and satisfaction just beyond the ledge. Warm fingers pinch my left nipple causing a spark of pain to ricochet down my torso. Taking the jump, I free fall over the side of the cliff and exhale a loud, blissful moan. “Rhett!!!”

His finger releases my clit, and goosebumps rise up my back. Opening my eyes, I take a deep breath, shifting my body into the soft mattress.

The tingles subside, and I’m brought back down to earth and reality. My feet landing softly on the ground as Mac pulls my panties back up.

His eyes narrow in on me with an unreadable look. I hold my breath curious if I did something wrong. Was I too loud?

“You said my real name.” I can’t tell if he’s mad or if he liked it, though. I couldn’t help saying it, it was the first thing that came to mind when I was in the moment.

“Does that bother you?”

A panty melting grin spreads across his face. “You make it sound strong and sexy. Say it again.” A quick lift of his chin encourages me to do exactly what he asks.

“Rhett,” spills from my swollen lips, flirtation coloring my voice.

He nods approvingly. “I’d kill a man for saying my name before as my past of being bullied in school turned it into something ugly. But when you say it… all I can think about is you saying it again.” His brows pinch together like he can’t make sense of the situation.

“It’s a name reborn,” I laugh. I think we both have been reborn, and we owe it all to Catori.

“How are you feeling?” He changes the subject, lying next to me. I snuggle up next to him, the feel of his sweaty hard body next to mine making me sleepy again.

“Mmm, I’m good now,” I reply in a daze. My body suppressing its pain and living in the moment of heavenly bliss. We both close our eyes, and Mac throws his arm over me, pulling me even closer. My cheeks ache from smiling so hard. I’ve been through hell to get here, but it was all fucking worth it.

The baby monitor suddenly crackles, and the sound of soft cries echoes through the room. My eyes pop open, and I sigh loudly.

“I’ll get her,” I state, sitting up.

“No, I got her, go clean yourself up, and I’ll make a bottle.” He slips out of the bed, pulling his pants up and I grab his wrist before he can leave me.

“Do you believe in fate?”

He gives me an unreadable look, so I feel the need to explain myself more. “I’ve been through the darkest streets, did business with the worst kind of people, and talked the language of the sinners, but in the end… I think it was to end up here with you. Does that make sense?”

He nods, his hand interlocking with mine.

“Fate may predict the future, but it’s how we play the cards that we’re dealt that makes the difference.” Letting go of my hand, he takes a step backward. “I wouldn’t go thanking fate for me in your life just yet, Simone. I’m sure to fuck this up, that’s what I do to things that are too good in my life.”

I blink, the thought of losing him scary.

His lips press into a fine line, an arrogant look fitting his face. “But, I’m the best card player I know, so I’m giving the deck I was handed hell before I let go of my girls.”

“I know you will,” I smile deeply.

He steps out of the room to make a bottle, and I’m left staring at the back of the bedroom door.

That’s the one major thing Mac and I have in common.

We fuck everything up. I mean, that’s what led us to the here and now.

Because I fucked everything up, trying to fix everything.

I just hope the never-ending fall of dominos have run its course and I can be happy now.