Chapter 12 Eliza
Eliza
Mac and I text throughout the rest of the weekend.
He doesn’t play in their weekend game, his father needing him for work things ,and I chose to skip it, needing time to decompress.
We text throughout the week, too, and I find myself looking forward to his messages and gaining little glimpses of who Mac is.
The entire time I’ve known Mac, he’s kept to himself, barely interacting with the guys.
I’ve known little to nothing about him until he made this proposition.
I’m finding that he’s different from what I thought, and I've learned his dad is kind of a dick.
Instead of visiting his son this weekend, he has them both holed up in their office working.
It’s been over two weeks since I agreed to this arrangement with Mac, and I find myself itching to start on my end of this bargain.
I’ve found myself almost twisting my head when he kisses my cheek so that I can feel his lips against mine.
There’s something about him that has sparked my libido more than any man ever has.
I’ve started whipping my vibrator out more frequently, but I want to experience the real thing.
It’s been a week since our dinner with Mac’s dad. He’s now back in London, and Mac is supposed to play tonight. I stare at my reflection in my bedroom mirror, hyping myself up for what I have planned for tonight.
I can do this. I can take what I want. I’m not going to chicken out.
I barely listen to the girls throughout the game.
Instead I watch Mac, my plan running through my mind over and over.
I seem to find all the ways that it could go wrong rather than focusing on all the ways it could go right, but that’s normal for me.
When the game’s over and the girls say they’re heading upstairs, I tell them I’m going to head home.
It’s a lie, but I don’t think I could go through with this if they were here to witness any part of it.
We hug goodbye, and when I watch them round the corner I sink back onto the bleachers.
I know I’ll be waiting here for a minimum of thirty minutes, probably longer. Part of me thinks that maybe I should have gone up with the girls and left early, but I also know that up there they’d probably sense my nerves better than they could down here.
I open several different apps, focusing on them for only a couple of minutes before closing them and moving on to a different one. I shake my leg as I sit, twisting my phone between my thumb and index finger, tapping it against my thigh with each spin.
When the door to the locker room opens, my head snaps up, but it’s not Mac. My leg starts shaking faster, knowing that he could be coming out any minute. When he finally steps out, I shoot up from the bleachers, causing him to turn and face me. He raises a brow before walking closer to me.
“Are you not going upstairs with your friends?” he asks, and I shake my head.
Silence fills the air between us, and before I talk myself out of it, I step closer, running my hand up his chest as I rise up on my tiptoes.
Mac’s at least a foot taller than me, so I can’t reach on my own, but thankfully he helps close the distance.
His lips meet mine, and I melt into him.
His free arm wraps around my waist, pulling me flush against him.
The kiss is exploratory. Mac takes control, and a ridiculous sound leaves me, causing my cheeks to heat, but he only keeps kissing me. By the time we break apart, we’re both breathless.
“That was...” he starts as I say, “Wow.”
We both chuckle.
“I was going to say unexpected, but that works too.”
My eyes flutter closed as I roll my lips together. I can’t believe I just did that. I’ve never initiated a kiss with someone. No one has ever made me feel like I needed to kiss them, but I’ve been thinking about kissing Mac for longer than I’d like to admit.
We stand like that, close, with Mac’s arm around my waist as we stare at each other for a few minutes before I finally say, “Walk me to my car.”
He nods, and as we separate, he links his fingers with mine. Butterflies take off in my stomach, and I have to remind myself that there’s no feelings in this for Mac. For him, this is strictly a deal. When we get to my car I ask, “Are you free tomorrow night?”
“I am.”
I bite my lip. “Can we... Would you... Can we maybe take this to more than just a kiss? You know, my side of this deal.”
Mac stares at me for a few seconds before he stands straighter and nods. “Yes. If that’s what you’d like.”
“I would.”
“I can come over tomorrow night, if you’re comfortable with that. Say half past seven?”
I smile. “Yeah, that works for me.”
He nods again and then leans down and brushes his lips over mine, leaving me chasing him for more, but he doesn’t give it. I unlock my car and drive away.
The second I’m in my apartment, I drop my purse and have a mini freak out. Not only did I kiss Mac tonight, but I pretty much asked him to fuck me tomorrow. I’ve never been this brazen when it comes to sex, and it felt invigorating. I feel like I could do anything right now.
The high I experienced by taking charge doesn’t last long, though, and I start freaking out.
What the hell did I just do? I invited Mac over to my place tomorrow, basically begging him to fuck me.
I know this was all part of our deal, but the reality of making the deal versus putting it into action is now starting to hit me like a freight train.
Tomorrow night, Mac will be in my bedroom. He’ll see me in a way no man has before. What am I going to wear for when he gets here? What have I gotten myself into?