Jake
How did I tell her nothing happened between me and Leila? That when she’d hit on me at the party I hadn’t been able to do what usually came second nature to me. That all I could think about was her. Mackenzie fucking Eden. That when I closed my eyes all I could see, think and feel was her. Her eyes. Her smile. Her smell. The way the dimples on either side of her lips flickered when she spoke. Her—fuck—her everything! She had turned me into a fucking psycho. I wanted her so bad it was killing me. But I couldn’t have her. She had made that perfectly clear and I was at a loss of what to do.
Basically, I was screwed.
And not in the way I wanted to be.
Truth was, I had taken a sleeping pill to get some sleep while the party went on outside my bedroom door. I had no idea Leila was even in the bed next to me until I woke up to find Mackenzie in my room looking like she’d just walked in on some kind of orgy. The last I had seen of Leila before now was when she had been making out with a guy and a girl in the kitchen.
My first instinct was to defend myself. Explain what had happened. I knew it looked bad. But then some part of me wanted her to think something had happened—after all, she didn’t want it, so why would it bother her? Faced with a little competition, maybe she’d realize how she really felt about me.
Then I remembered that I was actually an adult and not a teenager and mentally told myself to grow the fuck up.
But now my girl was in front of me, angry as hell and . . . was she holding back tears?
I ripped off the covers and went to her. She was hurt and she was about to cry and I wasn’t going to let her. Not over something that never even happened.
As I reached her, her eyes went as round as saucers.
“You’re wearing clothes,” she whispered as the first tear broke on her cheek.
I looked down at the sweats I was wearing. “Yeah. I put them on before I went to bed last night.” I raised her chin so she would look at me. “Alone.”
“But that girl—”
“She must’ve come in during the night.” I looked her right in the eye. “I was just as surprised as you were to see her lying there.”
She gave me a doubtful look. I knew it sounded lame, but it was the truth and if there was one thing I hoped Mackenzie knew about me after four days trapped in a snowed-in cabin together, was that I wasn’t a liar.
I took a step back. “Want to tell me why you care either way?”
She looked up at me and bit her bottom lip. But instead of words, Mackenzie did the last thing I expected her to do . . . she gave into her tears.
Not waiting a moment longer I pulled her into my arms and held her against my chest, long enough for her tears to stop. God, it was good having her in my arms again.
Pulling back I looked down at her and carefully wiped her tears away. There was so much I wanted to tell her. How the four days trapped in the cabin with her had been the best four days of my life. How I missed everything about her. How my bed felt cold and empty without her, even though we’d only spent four nights sleeping side by side. How I couldn’t stop thinking about her and how much I wished we could go back to that cabin and lock ourselves away from the outside world. How I wanted more than anything to peel every item of clothing from her body and spend the evening exploring every lovely inch of her body with mine.
But I didn’t. Because when I opened my mouth to speak, she closed it with hers. Her mouth sealed over mine, her tongue sliding past my lips to hungrily dance with mine. I saw stars. Real stars. Because she felt and tasted so good, and because more than anything in the whole world my heart wanted this kiss. Instinctively, my hand went up to cup her jaw to hold her face to mine as our kiss deepened and roared into life.
She moaned and it got me so hard I actually flinched with need.
Breathlessly, she pulled away. Light danced on her wet lips as she asked, “You really didn’t do anything with that girl?”
Her need for reassurance surprised me. But it also lit me up from the inside because it could only mean one thing. She wanted to be with me. I was more to her than just her client.
I pulled back to look into her beautiful face and gently ran my thumb across her cheek.
“You’re the first woman I’ve been with in almost a year, Z. You think I could come back here after the best four days of my life and just fuck someone else? Give me a bit more credit, baby.”
She smiled through her tears and the sight of those dimples on either side of her glorious mouth sent me over the edge. I pulled her to me again and kissed her hard. Again, desire flared between us and I walked her backwards pressing her up against the wall as our kiss deepened.
But forever the sports agent, Mackenzie broke off our kiss.
“As much as I want this, you have to get ready,” she said breathlessly. She looked up through lashes and her blue eyes gleamed with desire. “Johnny Pepper is wait—” she gasped when my fingers slid between the denim of her jeans and the tiny lace panties she wore.
I dropped my lips to the smooth flesh of her neck and trailed kisses up to her ear. “You want me to stop?”
“I think I will die if you do,” she whispered. And then my fingers moved lower to slide through the moist, soft folds of flesh and she gasped.
“Tell me to stop,” I whispered against her ear. As my fingers slid into her she moaned and dear God, she was wet. So damn wet. My balls tightened and my cock went as hard as steel, and begged me to do something about it.
“Oh, what the hell,” she moaned and all thoughts of Johnny Pepper and sports contracts were forgotten as she fiercely kissed me. Her kiss was deep, and long, and so full of promise it was dizzying.
Within seconds, I had her out of her clothes and in my bed. I kicked off my sweatpants and I climbed over her as she lay naked and glorious amongst my sheets. God, I was so hard and so damn happy to see her, it wouldn’t take long. I buried my face in her neck and sank my lips against the smooth plane of her throat, my mind dizzy with the intoxicating scent of her skin. She wrapped her strong legs around my hips, pulling me closer so all the good parts of me were touching all the good parts of her. It was a move that almost brought me undone. My body screamed at me for release.
And then she moaned my name and that was it. That was all I needed. With one thrust I was in her, and dear God, it was the most fucking amazing feeling I’d ever known.
And because it was so damn amazing, I came undone pretty fast. But it was okay, because Mackenzie came undone even faster. Within minutes she was writhing beneath me, clutching my ass as if she could somehow get me deeper into her and begging me to fuck her harder. And then she cried out, over and over, as she came all over my cock.
It was more than I could stand. Her tight pussy. The moaning. The scratch of her nails down my back. The fact that I was so into this girl I didn’t know what to do with myself. I shot into her like lightning, and I’m not even ashamed to admit it, because, Jesus Christ, I was so in love with her I didn’t care about anything else in the goddamn world.
In that moment, all I knew was her.
In that moment I knew all I wanted to know was her.
I cried out, scrunching the sheets in my fists as I came. My body shuddering as I gave into the ecstasy of my orgasm before collapsing against the woman I now knew I had fallen in love with. We took a moment to catch our breath and wait until our heartbeats evened.
Nestling into the crook of her neck I couldn’t help but grin.
“You are so grinning right now,” Mackenzie said.
I nodded but was rooted to the spot. “I so am,” I murmured against the warmth of her shoulder. I was standing at the precipice of happiness and euphoria when I was in her arms.
I felt her grin and I looked up. I was still inside her but neither of us was in a hurry to change that.
“So I guess that ends your whole client-agent argument,” I said, hoping that bullshit reason for our separation was behind us.
She half-nodded but looked up at me with wide, questioning eyes. “If that’s what you want, Jake.”
I pushed up on my forearms to look at her. “What I want is to be with you, Z.” I smoothed down her hair and looked down onto her beautiful face. “I don’t want anyone but you.”
Her big, dark eyes gleamed up at me. “You know this is crazy, right?”
“Maybe. I don’t care.” Happiness bloomed in my chest when I realized how free we were to explore our relationship now that she was willing to. “I want you and I don’t care what it takes to make you mine.”
She grinned and then her smile faded and her face grew serious. “How do we make this work?”
Peace and contentment settled over me as I looked into those deep brown eyes. Suddenly, life was looking really good. “We’ll work it out,” I said, very aware of my pelvis against hers and the heat swirling between us.
“It’s going to take some work.”
“I don’t care what it takes,” I said, meaning it. “I’ll do whatever I need to.”
“I will be in New York—“
I kissed her. I knew she would be in New York while I was in Texas somewhere, but who the hell cared; I was determined to make it work between us. I had spent years without her—I knew what I preferred.
She stretched out beneath me and the feel of her creamy body turned my semi-hard cock, rock solid. I moved and feeling how hard I was she whimpered. With barely a movement, I pressed harder and the pressure against those magical bundle of nerves made her whimper even louder.
I kissed her deep and our bodies began to slowly move with one another.
Her second orgasm descended on her and she let out a long, luxuriously rich moan and clenched violently around my cock. It was more than I could take and within seconds I was following suit, moaning into the warm crook of her shoulder as ecstasy overwhelmed me.
As our pleasure eddied away and our heartbeats leveled, we began to laugh. That was a first. Two orgasms in rapid succession of one another.
What this woman did to me was crazy. Addictive.
“I could get use to this,” I said, kissing her again.
It was that moment Josh decided to wander in. Dressed in old pajama bottoms and a grubby robe, he was eating cereal and didn’t seem at all worried that I was in bed with a woman, naked, with the sheet barely covering us.
“Wow. Who’s this?” he asked, scooping a spoonful of milky cereal into his mouth.
I grinned down at Mackenzie and without lifting my eyes from her beautiful face, replied, “This is my girlfriend.”
Josh almost choked on his cereal. “Girlfriend?”
“Yeah.” I looked up and smiled, and then pretending as if I’d just remembered it, added, “Oh, and she’s also my agent.”
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