77. Chapter Seventy-Seven
Chapter Seventy-Seven
Jordan
“You hungry?”
Mac aims an unamused stare my way from beneath the mound of blankets and pillows.
“Dude, you just fed me.”
Shifting my weight, I plant my hands on my hips and nod. “Right. Yeah.” I’m still nodding for no reason as I check off a list in my head of all the things he might need in the next few hours once I inevitably force myself to go home.
He needs rest. No stress. No exertion.
Which means my heart stays in this weird sense of limbo for the time being and he needs to go to sleep.
His checkup is in two weeks. I can wait another two weeks, right?
“Tyro, sit down.”
I shake my head and clear my throat.
“I should probably …” Trailing off, I walk back to his room and steal the charging cord from his nightstand for him to use in the living room where I’ve set him up in front of the TV. “Marie’ll be here in the morning. Lugh is across the hall with Peach.”
The quirk of his brow is his only reply.
“Okay.” I blow out a breath. “I’m gonna—” I thumb over my shoulder in the direction of the exit which only makes his face do this weird scowl that I feel right through the center of my chest.
“Baby, sit the fuck down.”
Tingles .
It’s not the first time he’s used the term of endearment and every time he does, my chest warms over a little bit more. Those craters in my chest filling in inch by inch.
He’s alive and home and …
“No one’s ever called me that before,” I admit softly without thought and bite my lip. “I don’t know why that matters right now.” I’m shaking my damn head like that’s all I know how to do when his face softens. “I should go.”
Mac reaches for me.
Fingers curling in the gimme gesture and all.
My stomach flips, those tingles that used to take up the back of my neck all shooting straight down my spine as I step into him.
His arms weave around my waist, chin tucked against my fluttering stomach as he stares up at me.
Just like that night in the bathroom after I was inside him for the first time.
My chest tightens up at the memory and all the lost time in between.
I want that time back. I want that so fucking bad.
“You still owe me.” My brows furrow. Hands resting on his shoulders. “The rest of the date I was promised.”
The thing in my chest skips an entire beat. “But Mac, you’re—”
“I’m fine ,” he assures, squeezing my waist and even pinching the back of my thigh. “But it’s good to know where your head’s at, baby.” He winks and if he wasn’t already holding me up, my knees would have buckled.
“What?”
“Doc said no sex for a few days, but he didn’t say no making out.”
He tugs and I go willingly, my knees falling to either side of his thighs.
“ Slow ,” I demand to the fire burning in his eyes, my hands wandering into the hair at the nape of his neck.
He hums some deep sound that vibrates through me like a caress, and I suppress a shiver.
When did his nose get so close?
I nudge it with mine.
“Say you agree to that, Mac,” I whisper, desperate for one of us to keep some control over the flames stoking between us. It’s so thick. Hot. I swear I’ll let it burn me alive with a smile on my face.
“Mmm. What is it you told me before?” he asks, his lips feathering over mine in the sweetest tease. “As you wish?”
I release a breath through my nose and smirk.
“You remember that?”
Hands gripping my hips, fingertips curling into my ass, he nods. “There’s not a day—a moment—spent with you that I’ve ever forgotten.”
The organ beating in my chest sparks to life. Flies because of this man and everything he makes me feel.
I’ll always choose you.
A memory slides into my subconscious and has me tightening my grip on Mac.
Because it’s not the time where I told him the very same thing, but much earlier in my life that it was told to me.
Dark blue eyes just like mine had shone with fear. Terror even.
But more than that … was admiration .
Pride.
Faith.
Love.
“Siempre te elegiré a ti, mi vida,” I whisper and press my lips to Mac’s.
I will always choose you.
It takes him a split second to shake off his confusion, but then he’s kissing me back and that tingling inside my chest lights like sparklers glowing orange.
The ease of it spackles over more of the cracked open bits inside me, filling in the tiny broken pieces of me with a blinding brilliance that casts out more of the darkness.
My hands are cupping his face when his tongue swipes over my lip, my stomach full of fluttering butterflies when I let him in.
Finally .
Something inside me clicks. Clearing like the sky after a storm.
And, goddamn, kissing him is like tasting the sunlight without getting burned.
“Shit,” he murmurs breathlessly against my lips and my heart patters. “I could fucking kiss you all night long.”
As if to prove his point, he dives right back in, licking and teasing me as his fingers dig into my ass. He pulls, dragging me over his lap and along the hardness barely contained by his shorts.
It doesn’t even matter that my own cock is trapped, harder than any erection I’ve ever fucking had, by the confines of my jeans.
The gasp that leaks out is almost as involuntary as the groan that follows when he does it again.
“ Vida .”
“Mmm, yeah, baby,” he rumbles, and it rolls right down my spine, lighting me on fire from the inside out. He’s full on palming my ass, hauling me close enough that our chests are touching, and our pants are in tandem. His breath feeds mine. His teeth trapping my lip with the faintest sting he licks away. That tongue of his trails along my jaw and down my neck where he nips and suckles at the skin, and it takes everything in me not to embarrass myself with the moan trapped in my throat.
It's like he knows all the right places. All the perfect spots to burn me up. Make me hard. Leave me panting. Aching. Wanting.
Pulling and pushing, he works me over his stiff cock as my head falls back.
It’s never been quite like this before.
I’ve never wanted someone so fucking bad.
He reads me like a book, the instructions painted clearly on the page.
Him.
My missing piece.
He was right fucking there, in front of my face, just waiting for me to catch up.
“Mac,” I choke out and fist his hair, pulling his head back to look at him.
Swollen lips, pink from my kiss.
Green-blue eyes molten with desire.
A flush spreading over the freckles covering his cheeks.
“You aren’t a bottom, are you?”
His smirk is slow and nearly sinister.
I shiver.
“I’m vers, baby.” He nips at my chin. “I’ll give twice as hard as I get.”
Goosebumps rush over my skin, excited nerves taking over my gut.
“That’s—holy shit, okay.”
Mac’s chuckle is deep and travels right over me, while his hands ease closer together.
Even over top of the denim, the feel of him teasing me shoots straight to my cock. The proximity of his fingers exciting .
This thing blossoming between us exhilarating .
“Yeah?”
I nod. “Doing it myself was awkward with the angle, but I liked it.”
The admission has his eyes flaring comically wide before they roll back, and his head drops backwards.
“Fuuuuck.” He drags me over his cock again. “Why’d you have to tell me that now .”
I smirk and smack a kiss to his jaw.
“Because you admitted that you’d like to do it for me.”
He groans.
“You goddamn tease .”
I lick my lips and pop up from his lap.
His fully tented lap. The erection barely held back by the material; the waistband lifted from his skin.
Mine is in no better condition, but it means nothing to me when my sight zeroes in on the darker spot near the peak of his pitched shorts.
“Keep staring at me like a starved man, baby, and I’ll feed you your last meal.”
My cock flexes behind my zipper and I gulp.
“I … I have to go feed my cat.”
Mac blinks.
Then burst out laughing, a raucous and beautiful fucking sound.
God, I’ve missed it. Him.
This.
“Jesus, fuck, Tyro,” he says around the rumble and pinches the base of his cock through his shorts. It pulls the material even tighter, showing full outlines of the blunt head and my chuckle dies off.
He’s still shaking with mirth when he pushes to stand, his hand diving into his shorts and tucking his hard-on beneath the elastic.
It barely holds it back and my mouth waters.
“Let’s go get your fucking cat.”