Chapter 47
47
MAC
“We have to get down to business!” Aspen called as she burst through the front door of the bar, her tote bag swinging from her shoulder. Ellie and Logan trailed close behind.
I looked up from the bottles I was counting, eyebrows raised. The three of them were headed straight for me, Aspen clearly on a mission. I spotted the corner of a laptop sticking out of her bag—she was serious. Dead serious.
The grand gesture was happening.
I texted Aspen right after the night in the bar with Penny.
The night that lived rent-free in my head.
The night that had ruined me in the best damn way.
Every dream, every stolen moment in the shower… it was all Penny.
Penny, laid out across this exact bar. Her voice, her gasps, the way her skin flushed. It haunted me in the most addictive way.
I’d been right, working here with a clear head afterward? Impossible. Every night I’d catch myself brushing my fingers along the spot where her body had been, chasing a ghost of warmth.
And I’d smirk.
Because no one knew.
Our secret. Ours alone.
A theme for us.
Yeah, I’d cleaned the hell out of that bar afterward. But some things don’t wash away. And honestly? I didn’t want them to.
I was ready to stop holding back.
I loved this woman.
Probably too much for my own good.
“What are you two doing here?” I asked, eyeing Ellie and Logan suspiciously as they settled near the bar.
“We’re here as the friend representatives,” Ellie said matter-of-factly. “The others couldn’t make it, so we’re gathering intel and reporting back.”
“What intel?” I asked, leaning my forearms on the bar, my eyes narrowing slightly.
“This is going to be a group effort,” Aspen announced, not even glancing up as she typed furiously into her laptop.
I shot Logan and Ellie a look. They both shrugged like don’t ask us.
“I thought I was the one confessing my love to Penny,” I said, pointing dramatically at myself. “Not you guys.”
Finally, Aspen looked up. She placed a hand over her heart and sighed dreamily.
“Hearing you say you love my best friend makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.”
“With what you’ve got planned,” Logan chimed in, his tone unusually stern, “you’re gonna need all the help you can get. So quit whining.”
I raised my hands in mock surrender, lips twitching into a grin.
Fair enough.
“So,” I said, glancing around at the small but determined group of co-conspirators. “Where do we want to start?”
“I’m going to order the things we need. Hopefully, I can get them delivered before the weekend,” Aspen said, typing away on her laptop.
Ellie leaned over the polished surface, eyes curious. “Did you have any inspiration? Any visuals we can see to get the full picture of what you’re planning?”
I hummed and pulled out my phone. Aspen had introduced me to Pinterest—more like, demanded I download it and start building what she called a mood board. It was a good tool to help us visualize everything we wanted for this grand plan.
Navigating to the shared board we’d been building, I turned the screen toward Ellie. Logan slid in beside her to get a look, though judging by the blank expression on his face, he had no idea what he was supposed to be looking for.
Aspen tapped Ellie’s shoulder and took the phone, then passed it to Logan as she continued typing. He held the phone awkwardly, squinting at the images like they were a puzzle he didn’t have the pieces for.
Then my phone dinged.
Once.
Twice.
A third time.
Logan handed it back quickly, as if sensing something was up. One glance at the screen, and I nearly groaned.
Penny: I can’t stop thinking about your cock.
Penny: Please send me a photo… I’m about to get in the shower before work and I need more than just the memory of the other night.
Penny: I wonder what else we could do on the bar?
My fingers flew across the screen.
Mac: Dirty girl… but I’m busy right now.
Penny: Fine… I’ll just have to use my imagination. And who knows who’ll be there…
My jaw clenched.
Mac: Fuck no. Hold on.
Tucking the phone into my back pocket, I let out a low grunt and pulled my wallet from my jeans.
“Here,” I said, tossing my credit card onto the bar like it was a grenade. “I’ll be right back.”
Aspen and Ellie were still fangirling over god-knows-what, and giving Aspen my credit card might have been a terrible idea—but right now, there were more pressing matters.
I darted down the hallway, slipped into my office, and shut the door behind me. Collapsing into my desk chair, I pulled out my phone and typed fast.
Mac: Prove you’re in the shower.
A moment later, her response landed.
Penny: Is this enough proof?
Penny: [Photo]
The image made my breath hitch. Her breasts were covered in slick, glistening soap, one hand gripping herself while she bit her bottom lip. I could practically feel her through the screen.
I tilted my head, inspecting every detail. God, she was unreal. My cock stirred beneath my jeans, blood rushing fast.
I rubbed myself through the denim.
Mac: I think I still need convincing.
The typing bubbles popped up… then disappeared. My stomach twisted. Shit. Did I go too far? Maybe she just wanted something quick and playful, not—
Buzz.
A video.
I hit play.
At first, it was just her face. Smiling. Glorious. She dipped her head under the spray of water, then angled the camera to reveal her body, every inch of it slick with suds.
She ran the camera down, her hand following, tracing her curves until she reached between her legs. Her fingers moved with intention—teasing, rubbing, slipping inside. I swore the air left my lungs when she looked back up and whispered:
“How about now?”
“Fuck,” I groaned, tipping my head back, a smile breaking through even as my zipper strained against the pressure.
I undid my jeans and freed myself, already hard and aching. My hand wrapped around the base, slow at first.
Mac: You’re fucking perfect. I want that pussy on my face.
I opened my camera, angled it low, and took a shot—my hand wrapped around my cock, back arched in the chair.
Attached.
Sent.
Typing bubbles appeared almost immediately.
Penny: I wish you were here…
Mac: Me too. The things I’d do to you.
Penny: Like what?
Mac: I’d be on my knees, pinning you against the wall while you ride my face. You’d have all the control. I’d be there to worship you.
I groaned again, stroking harder at the fantasy. Just imagining her above me, wild and beautiful, had my thoughts unraveling.
Mac: You’d be screaming so damn loud, like I know you can, Trouble.
Another video landed in my inbox. I propped the phone against the base of my monitor and hit play.
Penny had her phone set at the edge of the shower, her fingers moving between her legs, her breath catching as she rubbed in tight circles. And then—
My name.
Over and over.
Moaned. Whimpered. Cried out as she tipped over the edge.
Her body trembled on screen as she came, her head thrown back, pleasure radiating through the phone like heat.
I watched it again. I had to. The way she used my photo as her source of release sent a jolt straight through my spine.
I closed my eyes, stroking myself harder, faster, as the sound of her voice echoed in my mind.
On a broken groan, I came, chest rising and falling, body spent.
Then—
A knock.
Panic struck. The chair rolled backward too fast and nearly took me with it. I scrambled, fumbling for a tissue and then with my jeans just as the door opened.
Logan stood in the doorway. Staring. Then, slowly, he looked up at the ceiling with the defeated expression of a man who’d seen too much.
“Why me?” he asked the heavens.
Still tucking myself away, I wiped my hand with a second tissue. No shame. None. Zero.
“Hey, man. Maybe one day, you’ll get your revenge.”
“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered. “Aspen needs your help.”