Chapter 62
MAC
Did I want her to stay?
Yes. But she was leaving. She was packing her bag. Her staying in Hunter Valley wasn’t an option. If she wanted to be here, she’d have thrown out that broken zippered suitcase and jumped me when I came through her door.
Knowing this, seeing the proof of her departure strewn across the room, I needed her. To hold her, touch her. Fuck, I had to make her come.
With Andy at Dad’s, we had the place to ourselves.
Unfortunately, I was on call. I had the incident command truck so I could go directly to a scene, but I could get called out at any time.
That meant I couldn’t get naked. But I could fuck her.
I could be creative and quick. Because if she was leaving, I had to have her one last time.
I had to feel her lush curves. Feel her clench my dick. Claw my back. Scream my name.
Fuck it.
I went to her. Kissed her. Grabbed her hair. Her ass. Cupped her tits. She was just as frantic, clawing at my clothes to get to my skin.
“Mac,” she breathed, running her hands over me, too. “Yes.”
I was in my fire uniform. All buttons, a heavy belt, sturdy shoes.
It didn’t matter. I wanted her. Now.
“This is gonna be quick,” I said, finally pulling my mouth from hers.
She nodded, her hair falling in her face. She wasn’t calm and collected or poised like she told Andy. She was eager for my dick. “Yes. Quickly.”
Her fingers worked my belt open, then my work pants. I hissed when she reached into my boxers and gripped me.
“Fuck.”
I pulled her hand from me, gripped her hips and spun her so she faced the wall. Her hands were by her head, her face turned. She watched me as I got her pants and panties down around her knees.
Leaning in close, I spoke right into her ear. “You wet and ready, gorgeous?”
She bit her lip, nodded.
“Let me see.” I slid my hand over her bare ass, smacked it. Fuck, my handprint bloomed on her creamy skin. Then I found her center, found her wet. With her legs trapped together, she was tight.
“Mac,” she whispered. That wouldn’t do. I wanted her shouting my name.
“Bend forward, stick that ass out.”
As I pulled a condom from my wallet, I watched her get into position. I loved how she gave me sass one minute, then submitted the next. Her upturned ass with my handprint on it was a sign of that. How she held herself still, eagerly waiting for my dick.
Bending my knees, I lined myself up, slid the latex-covered head through her folds.
“Mac! Please.” That was a little better.
Oh, she begged so good.
I lined up and thrust deep. Thank fuck she wasn’t little. I didn’t have to bend in half. Neither did she. We fit perfect. Tight. Snug.
“YES!” she cried, pushing back on me.
I hooked a hand about her waist, the other across her body to cup her tit through her top.
Then I began to move. Deep strokes.
“So tight. So wet.” I nipped at her neck. “Perfect. You take me so good.”
“So good,” she repeated.
“Play with your clit, gorgeous, and come for me. Yes, just like that. Oh, you just got wetter.”
It didn’t take long and I could feel her clenching. Rippling. She looked over her shoulder at me. Those dark eyes met mine. They widened and then she came.
I followed, unable to resist getting lost in her. Fuck, she felt so good. I filled the condom and lost my mind. Got lost in Georgia.
I had no idea how long we stood there, her pressed into the wall, me still deep inside her, as we caught our breath.
The condom needed attention so I carefully pulled out, disposed of it in the bathroom. By the time I washed my hands, she’d righted her clothes, which was a shame. But I knew where my handprint was and she’d be feeling it, and the hard fucking, for a while.
Her cheeks were flushed, her gaze soft and she looked well fucked. At least to me.
I wanted to pull her into bed, to keep her there.
“You um… you never answered my question,” she said. Her voice was soft, as if she were too tired to talk.
“I don’t remember the question,” I admitted, buckling my belt back up.
“Do you want me to stay?”
Oh. That question. Wasn’t what we just did answer enough? It was sex. Amazing sex, but that was it.
Her life wasn’t here. She had family in Georgia. A mother, a sister. A niece and nephew. I knew all along she wasn’t permanent. Just like every other woman in my life. Mom left. Sure, she died, but she was gone. Tracy left. She didn’t choose Andy or us. Teri didn’t want my family.
I was used to being left behind. Expected it now.
Georgia, at least, had been up front about it. About what she wanted from me. Her screaming her pleasure just a minute ago proved I gave her exactly what she wanted.
But no matter how great the sex was, she’d never been permanent. She never was. I’d been smart. While getting close with her, I’d kept my distance emotionally. When I told her there was a man out there for her, she only smiled and nodded. She agreed.
I was just a Montana fuck.
Which meant I wasn’t the one for her. If it wasn’t now that she left, it would be later.
This week, next week, she’d still go. She’d ultimately find something, or someone, better and move on.
This way, I was in control. This way, she could find the man who’d give her the life she wanted.
And since my dick was happy and my balls drained because of her sweet pussy, I was suddenly a hell of a lot possessive and jealous of the man who’d finally get her.
She was watching me, smiling that big, perfect smile.
I couldn’t hold her back. Couldn’t keep her in Hunter Valley if there was a man for her out there.
She’d been so emotional about Lindy and Dex’s baby.
About not having one of her own. She’d get that, but Hunter Valley was temporary for her and so was I.
“They offered you a job?” I asked. “James Corp?”
She nodded.
I couldn’t help but smile. She’d done it. Mav saw in her the same skills and traits as I had and I told her so. She was headed to Denver.
“That’s great. I’m really proud of you. Mav knows a good thing when he sees it. You should take it, Georgia.”
“But–”
I held up my hand. “No buts. We were just your hosts.” I held up my hand and pointed toward the house. “The ones who make garlic bread for our special guests.”
Her smile didn’t falter. Not one bit. She didn’t look saddened by my words. She got the job she wanted from James Corp. She was getting her life back on track. Denver was going to be perfect for her. Perfect. Especially now that she had good boots.
“Mac, I–”
My walkie talkie signaled a call. I closed my eyes for a moment, wished for once someone didn’t need me. “Fuck.”
I looked at Georgia. She looked at me.
“I have to go.”
She nodded. “Me, too. See ya, Mac.”
I went to her, kissed her hard, then paused. Pulled the belt from my pants and handed it to her. “You’ll need this.”
And just like that, another woman was out of my life.