32. Mack
CHAPTER 32
MACK
I ’m seething mad the rest of the round and my score reflects that. I drive the ball great, besting my typical yardage through power fueled by rage. But I can’t putt for shit, all my focus on Gracelyn and how to make her feel better.
The situation’s worse with Tinsley shaking her ass in my face every two seconds, giggling and acting stupid.
Like I’d get back with her, particularly after what Gracelyn told me.
“Why so grumpy, Mack?” She knocks her knee against mine, having volunteered as tribute to squeeze into the third row of the SUV with me.
“I’m not grumpy.” I slide my knee away from her, squaring my shoulders up and facing away from her. Trees whiz by as Bobby motors toward the house and I’m struck by the fakeness of everything around me—the landscape, the massive houses, the people.
I can’t wait to be back home in Thunder Creek with Gracelyn.
“Sure seems like it to me.” Tinsley swipes at my knee again and my hand darts out, encircling her wrist.
“Stop it, Tinsley. I’m not amused.”
Her eyes flash with something—anger, hurt. I don’t know what and I don’t care.
“Fine. You’re being a real asshole.”
“Probably why we broke up.”
She pulls her wrist away, folding her arms across her chest. We ride the rest of the way home in silence, my family none the wiser.
“Cocktails at six, Ulysses. Be sure to tell Gracelyn. I do hope her headache’s better.” My mother lifts her sunglasses, sliding them atop her head.
“I’ll give her the message right now.”
Taking my escape route, I hustle out to the guesthouse. Knocking on the door, I shift from foot to foot. I hope Gracelyn’s up to drinks and dinner with the family. It will be hard to explain her absence away if she’s not.
Gracelyn flings the door of the guesthouse open, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me inside. Pressing her mouth to mine, she kisses me long and slow and it’s the best part of the whole miserable day.
“Hey, handsome. How’d you play?”
“Terrible.” I slide my hands down to her ass, lifting her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and I carry her to the bathroom.
“Shower with me.” I nuzzle her neck, inhaling all her goodness, her wholesomeness.
I love this girl.
“Here?” she squeaks, catching my eye in the mirror. “At your parents’ house? What if they have cameras? Rich people always have cameras.”
I chuckle, setting her ass down on the counter and lifting off her top. “No cameras, babe. Pretty sure that’s illegal. My dad was a lawyer, remember? He takes that kind of shit seriously.”
“Oh, right.”
Reaching behind her, I unclasp her bra and slide the straps off her shoulders. The lacy material falls to the ground and I dip down, kissing each of her rosy nipples.
“I love your tits.”
She smiles, twining her fingers in my hair as I suck at the sharp points. “I know.”
“I love your ass, too.” I glide my hands beneath the waistband of her pants, pulling them down to expose the tiny scrap of fabric passing for panties. “So round and firm.”
“It’s not that firm.”
I smack her cheek. “Yes, it is. You have a fucking beautiful body and I’ll hear nothing negative about it.”
She blushes as I work the globes of her ass, sliding her pants all the way down until she’s naked for me.
“Fucking perfect.” I kiss up and down her chest, down her torso. Lick across her clavicle, all the way down her arms to the tips of her fingers, sucking each one into my mouth. A soft moan falls from her lips as I drop down to my knees and spread her legs, my tongue trailing through her wetness. Her eyes slip shut as my tongue circles her clit, flicking the swollen bud.
After a few seconds, I pull away and turn on the shower. Water pounds the tile and the room fills with steam as I quickly strip. Taking Gracelyn by the hand, I pull her under the warm stream of the rainfall shower head. Rivulets of water stream down her body, running over her breasts, dripping down her stomach, her thighs. She wraps her arms around her middle, and I remember the first night we hooked up. How she wanted to keep the lights off.
“Hey—” I tip her chin up, shielding her face from the spray of water with my body. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
She nods, but doesn’t smile or say anything. Anger at Tinsley rolls through me, my body tensing. But I shove that away for now, instead focusing on the gorgeous woman standing in front of me.
“Gracelyn, you are stunning. Every last inch of you.” My fingers trace over her cheek, her shoulder, down her arm. I splay my palm across her belly, her hips, pulling her to me by her ass I love so much. “I want to spend the rest of my life—all the rest of my days—worshipping this body God gave you. I can’t get enough of you and your curves.”
“Stop…” She rolls her eyes, blushing in the billowing steam.
“No, ma’am, I will not stop. You are fucking breathtaking and I need you to hear it, believe it.” I stroke her cheek, but she averts her gaze, staring at the wall tile.
“Mack, I appreciate you saying that. But you don’t have to. I know I’m not thin. I’m average, nothing special.” Her lower lip quivers as the words fall from her mouth and my heart twists in my chest. How can she believe that about herself?
“Gracelyn, every single inch of you is amazing. You are not average. You’re way, way beyond that, beautiful. And I’m honored that you would share your sensational body with me.”
I seize her lips in a hot, possessive kiss, slip my tongue into her mouth, our tongues tangling together.
This is my girl. And I need her to know it, to feel it.
Everything about her is soft and comforting. She feels like home, like a safe, happy place to snuggle into every night.
“I love you,” I murmur, my hands massaging her perfect peach of an ass. “So much. All of you.” I reach down and loosen her arms, pulling them away from her belly. Dropping to my knees, water pounds my back as I kiss all over her stomach. Her fingers wrap around my neck and she leans into me, her body softening.
“I love you, too,” she whispers, barely audible over the splashing of water.
Slurping warm droplets from her skin, I lick and suck until she’s quivering beneath my lips and my knees ache from the hard tile. Standing, I claim her mouth in another long, hot kiss. Then I drop my hand between her thighs, hot and slippery with her arousal. Spreading her wide, I play with her clit, her skin flushing pink.
“So wet and ready for me. Beautiful. And all mine.” I sink two fingers into her pussy, flexing to find her G spot. Sucking in a sharp breath, her muscles tense around my hand as I stretch her.
“Such a good fucking girl. My girl. Do you want my cock? Or do you want to come all over my fingers first?”
“I want your cock, Daddy.” She nips at my lip, gazing up at me with shiny droplets of water on her lashes and a playful glint in her eye. Her self-consciousness melts away as I wrap my arms around her and bring her closer.
A growl rumbles from deep in my chest, my cock impossibly hard for her. I love it when she calls me that. I seize her lips in one more hot, greedy kiss, then spin her around to face the shower wall.
“Hands above your head, baby girl, and brace yourself against the tile. I want to feel your perfect peach of an ass on me and I don’t want you slipping.” I nip at her earlobe, sucking drops of water from the skin. Chill bumps rise on her neck, her nipples hardening to sharp points.
She lifts her arms above her head, placing her palms flat on the white tile. I smack her right cheek, then her left, and she squeals. The high-pitched sound bounces around the small space and I grin, watching her ass pinken for me.
“That’s good, spread your legs, baby. Just like that.” She moves her legs apart, a gorgeous, curvy starfish.
“You’re fucking stunning, Gracelyn.” I press my chest to her back, run my hands over her warm belly, cupping her round, full breasts. My erection bobs on her spine, begging to sink into her hot, tight pussy. But I want to bring my girl close to the edge first, so fucking close she’s shaking for me.
I fondle her breasts, pinching at her nipples and rolling them between my fingers. She’s breathing faster, her chest rising and falling in quick pants. I twist one of the buds and she bites at her lip. Twisting the other, her muscles clench as she presses her ass up against me.
“Fuck—” she hisses as I release, blood flowing back into her tight buds. I rock my hips against her ass and she wriggles, seeking friction.
“Tell me what you want, gorgeous,” I murmur into the tender skin of her neck, teeth grazing the flesh.
“I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”
That’s all I can take. I line my dick up with her entrance and push in. Not slow and gentle, but with one hard upward thrust. I impale her with my cock and she gasps in surprise, her muscles clenching around me.
“That’s it, baby girl. Take all of Daddy’s big, hard cock.” I pull out, then thrust into her again. She pushes back against me, shimmying her ass against my pelvis. “Fuck, yes.”
I pull out and drive into her again and again, our bodies slapping together, wet and warm and slippery. Pressure builds low in my gut, the familiar tingling sensation at the base of my spine growing and building. She keeps her grip on the wall, her face pressed against the tile as I pound into her.
One hand gripping her hip, the other circling her wrist, I drive into her tight channel. Her muscles tense and clench, milking my cock as she spasms. Crying out, she crashes over the edge and I follow her lead, exploding. I spurt my seed into her, over and over again until my dick’s limp.
Pulling out, I kiss all the way down her neck, the straight line of her spine, to her tailbone then back up again. I spin her around and drop my lips to hers. She wraps her arms around my neck, water spilling down around us.
“You are so fucking perfect, baby. All of you.”
“I love you,” she murmurs.
“I love you, too, baby.”
I hold onto her like that for a long, long time, enjoying the feel of her soft curves against me, the warmth of the water and steam wrapping around us. I wish we could stay like this forever, just the two of us in our little cocoon, where we’re safe and happy.
Everything about this moment—about us—feels right.
But things are never that simple, especially with the McIntire family involved.