Chapter 41
CHAPTER 41
L evi
I stretch languidly, slowly coming to awareness as I remember where I am. The aches and good type of soreness in my body remind me of what happened yesterday, and I reach out, relieved that Mac is beside me and it wasn’t just a dream. Solid, dependable, sexy as sin Mac, who bought me a car, brought me here and slowly took me apart, then from some fuzzy memory of being carried and washed, put me back together again.
I roll over and look at him. Most of the time he looks grumpy, but asleep he looks peaceful, and still so handsome of course. I watch as his eyes blink open, as he catches sight of me and smiles.
“Morning gorgeous.”
“I feel like a cliché,” I reply and he frowns.
“How so?”
“The one that goes, ‘today is the first day of the rest of your life.’ It’s so trite, but today it certainly feels like it.”
“Well, I’ll take it if it means I wake up to you every day for the rest of my life,” he says and shifts closer, reaching out and smoothing his hand down my body and resting it on my hip.
“Do you mean that?”
He smiles slightly.
“A few months ago, I was going about my business and a little hellcat of fury ensnared me with his sharp claws and beautiful eyes. Since that day I haven’t been able to tear myself away. I loved his feisty side, but I also knew there was a softer kitten who wanted to be seen and understood. One that was never shown to anyone else. I wanted to be the one he’d show his soft side to. Then he did and I was caught even deeper until I would risk everything to make him mine.”
I’m unable to form any words at his speech.
He runs his fingers up my chest and rests them on my tattoo, over my heart.
“What I also found was an amazingly brave and smart man who seems to be taken by a grumpy old cop. I love you, Levi. I think it started back when you took a swing at me, it’s hard to tell, but it grew when we spent time talking at my mum’s. I’m proud to know you, and if it’s a cliché to feel like this is the start of something special, then I’ll take it.”
He leans close and brushes his lips across mine. It’s the lightest caress but it feels like the most important touch in the world.
Then he grins. “I need coffee.” He climbs out of bed and disappears, then returns a moment later in grey sweatpants. I might have died and gone to heaven.
“C’mon, I brought the good stuff with me,” he says and is gone again.
I’ll follow him soon. I just need a minute to let what he said sink in.
We spend our days exploring the forest and the surrounding area, sometimes driving to the local town for supplies, but most of the time exploring each other. Learning about each other. He is grumpy but he’s also surprisingly funny in an acerbic way. He talks of his friendship with Nolan, and some of the sights he’s seen.
In the evenings we discover that the hot tub is a perfect way to view the sunset, and it becomes one of our favourite pastimes.
Another of the things I love to do is wake up before him and wait for him, watching him sleep. Usually he reaches for me and demands a kiss, then coffee, then sex, sometimes the other way around.
This morning, in our second week, I watch him as normal.
“How is it that you always wake before me?” he asks.
“You snore,” I reply and he raises an eyebrow.
“I do not snore!” He raises himself up on one elbow.
“Yes you do, but only a little, and it’s cute.”
“Cute? Levi, I’m thirty-eight. I’m too old for cute.”
He crashes back on the bed, grumbling.
“Mackinley?”
His face whips to the side to look at me.
“Uh-oh. You used my Sunday name. Only my mum calls me that, or my superior officers. It’s never good news. What have I done wrong?’
“Nothing,” I protest. “I happen to love it. Mackinley, it’s like a whole sound in itself. Mackinley, it wraps around you like a hug.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Okay then.” He only looks slightly mollified. “You were about to ask a question.”
“It’s about the car.”
“You don’t like it? I know I didn’t ask what you’d want, but I wanted it to be a surprise. I did ask Shari, though, so you only have her to blame.”
“The car is perfect. I love it. It’s like wow, you bought me a car.”
“Says the man who tattooed me onto his chest.”
I just shrug because I might have more tattoos planned for him.
“What about the car?” He seems curious.
Suddenly I’m a bit nervous. I don’t know how he’s going to take this.
“I have a dream.”
He looks at me, waiting for me to continue.
“Will you fuck me on it?”
He blinks at me. “You want me to fuck you against a hundred grand car?”
“Uh-huh.”
He moves closer and pushes me onto my back, then covers my body with his, bracing his forearms on either side of my head.
“You want to be naked, with your exquisite, painted body laid over the shiny black bonnet of a very expensive car. And then you want me to fuck you on it?” His voice sounds breathy and I feel his hard cock rubbing against mine. I reach down between us and take hold of us together in one hand, stroking hard.
“Yes, I do,” I reply and move my hand faster. “Then I want you to fuck me up against the boot.”
He groans and thrusts into my hand.
“Then I want you to sit in the passenger seat and I’m gonna ride you until your head blows.”
“It already has,” he says and comes over my chest. I come a second later, my cum mixing with his.
“God, you’re so sexy. I love that idea,” he says, leaning down and nipping at my chin. “Just give me a minute to recover.”