Chapter 58
GEORGIA
I opened the door and found Mac on the other side.
“Hiding from me?” he asked, arching a brow as he leaned on the casing.
In fact, I was. After the night before and the new baby–which was the talk of the town–I thought it best if I gave Mac some room.
He’d literally said to me, “You’re going to find a man”.
He never, for one second, thought it could be him.
That I may have found the man I wanted to be with in a grumpy firefighter in Montana.
No. If he wanted me for something permanent, he’d have said anything but pretty much tell me I was going to find another guy.
Then, later, my mother chimed in about how I couldn’t keep a husband. She seemed to think that if I’d been a better wife, I’d have the life I wanted with Art. The baby, too. I saw the way Dex and Lindy looked at each other and Art never did that with me. Not once.
I wanted that. The moment they shared where their love was so great that it spilled over and made a child, exactly as I’d told Andy.
This morning at the photo shoot, Mac was back to his old, cranky self. While he’d shown up and sat with a dog on the back of a fire truck, that wasn’t all it took to make him Mr. January. The photo had to be good, not proof he tried.
So I’d had to pull out some teasing. Coaxing. Sure, I didn’t coax my pageant girls I coached the same way, but sometimes everyone needed a little motivation. Mac’s was through sexy times.
It had worked. The pictures we’d gotten with him were appropriate, but smoldering. The one where he wiped his brow with the hem of his t-shirt? Holy shit. Now that hadn’t been PG and that had gone into my thumb drive. That image was only for me.
I hadn’t meant to tempt him. Okay, I had. I felt powerful and feminine when I teased Mac. But it was the wrong play if I was trying to give him space. To give me a chance to hang on to some bit of my sanity. And heart.
I should have known he’d show up.
He stepped in, not giving me space. In fact, he took it all away by lifting me up, then kicking the door shut behind him.
“My dick has been hard all day because of you,” he said.
“Oh?”
“You teased me at the photo shoot, then left me to have blue balls all fucking day.”
Yeah, it had worked. He had no clue that I’d messed with his day. Yeah, I’d teased him, but he clearly didn’t see that it had been a diversion tactic. Just like in the laundry room that night I was first invited to dinner.
“Do I drive you fucking crazy?” I asked, remembering his words from then.
He threw me onto the bed.
As if I wasn’t a big girl. As if I weighed nothing.
“Yes.”
He looked as cranky and grumpy as when we first met. But now, while it was all focused on me, I liked it.
He leaned over me, set his hands on either side of my head. His dark eyes met mine. In fact, they were all I could see.
How had I ever thought I could just stop wanting him? Andrew MacKenzie wasn’t something a woman could give up cold turkey. Well, I would have to when I left on Friday.
But now? I knew the deal. Knew Mac wanted me, but only for now. Only to let off a little steam after having blue balls all day.
I’d take it. Because while I knew all too well I wasn’t wanted with him for the long haul, he hadn’t tricked me or lied to me or fucked someone else behind my back. Well, I couldn’t be sure about that last, but he was so busy I didn’t know when he’d find time to fuck someone else.
Mac was upfront. This was sex. Just sex.
When I got back to Georgia–or maybe Denver if Maverick James had a job for me there–I’d be back to my vibrators. Until then…
I’d enjoy myself and be lonely and alone later.
“This space works out well,” he said, sounding triumphant. “You can make all the noise you want when I fuck you. Andy isn’t down the hall.”
“Where is he?” I asked.
“One of my dad’s friends took them both out to dinner. It’s fish fry and bingo at the Elks Lodge. We have two hours.”
“Don’t you want to eat? You must be hungry.”
His brow winged up and the corner of his mustache twitched. Then he started walking his hands backwards until he got to my jeans, then started to open them.
“Yeah, I’m hungry and I know exactly what I want to eat.”
With a few tugs, my jeans and panties were gone.
And Mac pushed my legs wide, settled on the bed and put his mouth on me. He ate his fill. And I didn’t have to keep quiet while he did it.