Chapter Twenty-Seven
Lee
Icannot believe this man. He bought and fixed up a house for us with the help of his brothers, my sister, and Davis.
It’s perfect. It’s everything I’ve always wanted, down to the rocking chairs on the front porch and the garden of gorgeous flowers in the front of the house.
Mac has spent the rest of the evening letting me explore and explaining his thoughts about each choice he’s made.
I listen with rapt attention as I try to commit the entire house to memory.
I’m not even worried about my Papa anymore.
I love him and my family so much, but I’m so over feeling guilty about something that isn’t my fault.
It’s weird because they’ve never made me feel guilty, but I always have.
They adopted a girl they knew was emotionally damaged, but once they got a grip on that she was medically damaged as well.
Mac’s hand gently rubbing my stomach brings me back to the here and now.
We’re lying on the couch downstairs watching some true crime documentary.
I think these couches might just be my favorite part of the entire house.
They’re big enough that he can lay behind me comfortably, and we can cuddle while we watch the cops zero in on the neighbor.
“You awake?”
“Yeah, just comfortable.” I smile to myself.
“So what bedroom do you want to take tonight?” He wonders aloud.
“I was thinking maybe good days down here. Dialysis days or bad days upstairs? Is that okay?” My thought process is that on the bad days, Mac can go downstairs and work while I’m sleeping without me being all in his space.
“That works for me. Just no separate beds. I don’t want to be one of those couples. So we can sleep wherever as long as we sleep together every night.”
“Can I offer an amendment?” I smirk as I replay the first time we had talks of deals and amendments.
“I’ll entertain it, but no promises that I’ll accept.” He smiles into the back of my neck as he gently nibbles.
“On the really bad days you can sleep downstairs and I’ll sleep upstairs.”
Mac shoots up and maneuvers us so I’m on my back beneath him and he’s hovering over me with his hands on either side of my head.
“Why would I ever agree to that?” He scoffs, “That is not happening.” He leans down and kisses me between each word to really drive his point home.
Laughing, I swat him away playfully, “I’m serious. When it’s really bad, I can’t get comfortable. I get all the sick symptoms going and I’m miserable. There’s no reason you should have to endure that with me when you can actually get a good night’s sleep.”
The look of disgust on his face would make me smile any other time. He may be someone who keeps himself locked up tight to everyone else, but to me, I get to see every animated expression and hear every unfiltered thought.
“I’m not doing that. You get me in bed with you every night until the day I die, or you get nothing.”
“Well, what does ‘nothing’ consist of?” I ask, trying to bite back my amusement.
“It consists of nothing, Lelonie Dorthea. No decisions for you, I’ll make them all.” He nods like he’s just made up his mind.
I can’t help it anymore and laughter bubbles up. “Oh, really? You really want to stick with that statement, MacQuillian Patrick?”
He glares at me before muttering a simple, “no” and moving off of me.
“No! Come back!” I laugh as I throw myself into his lap. “Fine, you win. But I want you to promise me that when I get too much, because I will. That you call on someone to help.”
“I promise that if I’m overwhelmed, I’ll ask for help, but Beautiful?
You aren’t a burden. We’re going to get through this together, and I’m never going to walk away.
I searched fifteen years for you without pause.
You’re never going to be ‘too much’ there isn’t a single thing about you that makes me think that.
Lelonie, I’m so fucking in love with you—”
I don’t hear what else he was trying to say because my mouth fuses to his as I take him in a searing kiss.
He loves me. He’s in love with me. Of course I knew it because of his actions, but the words make my heart squeeze tightly.
Mac only lets me be in charge of the kiss for a moment before his hand comes up to cup the front of my throat.
He doesn’t squeeze, he just rests it there.
It’s a show of power without actually abusing the power I let him have over me.
He takes control and the next thing I know, he’s surged up to his feet with his hands full of my thighs, carrying me through our bedroom and into the large walk in shower. Flipping the taps with us still fully dressed, he pulls back and laughs as the water drenches us in seconds.
“Quill!” I screech playfully and wiggle to be put down, but instead he presses me against the shower wall and presses his hips into mine to hold me up.
With his hands now free, he bunches up my dress and pulls it over my head with a wicked grin.
“I’ve been waiting to tear this dress off of you since I saw you in it earlier.
” My dress hits the tile floor with a solid thunk.
His hungry eyes rake over every inch of exposed skin before he tilts his head back and groans, “Fuck, I need you now.”
“Take what you need. You already have me.”
I’m not sure which of us moves first, but in the next second we’re a frenzy of limbs, lips, and clothing.
My hands rip at his shirt, causing buttons to fly all over the floor.
He rips my lace underwear from my hips with one strong tug.
My mouth drops open in surprise that he really did that.
I don’t harp on it however, because he nibbles on the thin skin over my pulse point.
Making my mind draw a blank. Instinctually I begin to grind my core over his hard bulge as he tries to push his pants and boxers off.
Once he finally manages to get them around his ankles with the help of my heels pushing them down his hips, he steps out of them carefully.
“Lee, are you su—” I’m over him second guessing himself, so instead of listening to his bullshit, I line myself up and sink all the way down his hard length.
He stretches me so deliciously and causes me to throw my head back.
The wall hurts as my head slams back against it, but I can’t find it in me to give a single fuck.
His hand comes up to the back of my head and gently rubs it as his free hand grasps onto my hip, and he begins to thrust inside of me.
“Careful, baby.” He smirks, his eyes so hungry that I can barely see the green of his irises.
He sets a punishing pace, taking everything I have to give him. My hands cup his face and pull him until our mouths are just a breath apart. “Fuck me from behind, Quill.”
“Fucking hell.” He curses low under his breath, but in the next second he pulls out and has my feet on the ground.
He spins me around using his hand to press between my shoulder blades so my chest and face rest against the wall.
The cold of the wall pebbles my nipples.
Mac thrusts back inside of me at the same time he smacks my ass.
His hands grip my hips and find the pace he wants.
I can feel my inner walls begin to contract around him. “Quill!” I shout out.
“That’s right. Come for me, my greedy girl.” His hand moves from my hip to my clit, where he gently circles his fingers.
That’s all I need. One explosion racks my body after another as Mac fucks me through my orgasm. He follows not far behind me with my name on his lips. “Good fucking girl. You’re a fucking goddess, Lelonie.” He catches me just as my knees buckle with the aftershocks.
Mac turns me and lets me sag into his body as he gently washes and conditions my hair. He gently washes my body, making sure that every inch of me is clean before quickly and efficiently showering himself. I’d offer to do it for him, but I’m almost positive I’m minutes from falling flat on my face.
After wrapping me up in a fluffy towel and helping me dry off, he leads us to bed and snuggles in behind me, “Sleep, Lee. I’ve got you.”
Yeah, he’s got me, and I’ve got him too.
* * *
The next morning, Mac and I are wrapped in a big fluffy blanket on the couch when a knock on the front door confuses us both.
“Are you expecting someone?” I look to Mac for an explanation, but he looks just as taken aback as I do.
“Nope, are you?”
I can’t help but laugh. “I don’t even know the address, how could I be expecting someone?”
“Okay, point taken. You stay right here.”
Gone is the silly Mac who I’m now used to.
In his place is this man who looks like my boyfriend, but his features are hard like stone.
His eyes are void of anything but a merciless mafia man.
As he gets up, I turn my body to look behind me and watch what’s about to happen.
He pulls a pistol from seemingly nowhere and stalks up to the door like he expects an army to be on the other side.
He moves in silence and as soon as he looks out the peephole, he mutters a curse and throws open the door to reveal Declan standing on the other side smiling like the Cheshire cat.
“Fuck, Dec you almost got shot.”
Declan scoffs, “Please, like you’d ever shoot me. Rowan? Maybe. The twins? Definitely. But me or Kieran? Never.”
Mac lowers the hammer on his gun and tucks it into the back of his pants, walking away from the door back to me. Dec shuts the door behind him and takes his boots off at the door.
“Hey, is Jakob here too?” My head still turned towards Declan. I saw an orange motorcycle through the opened door and I know Jakob has one.
“Why would you think he’d be here?” Declan sneers.
“Maybe because he’s my brother and according to Mac this gorgeous house is mine too?” I smart back at him.
The smile that covers both the guys faces pulls at my heartstrings.
“Do you like it? I worked really hard on it.” Declan practically preens under the acknowledgment that this is my house as well as Mac’s.
“I love it. Also, that wasn’t the real reason I was asking. I asked because I thought his motorcycle was outside.”
“The orange Cbr1000 out there?” He throws his thumb over his shoulder towards the now closed door while walking deeper into the house towards the opposite side of the sectional.
“Uh… sure?” Mac pulls me into his arms as we settle back how we originally were.
“Jakob doesn’t have that bike.” He laughs, but it dies off quickly. “Jakob does not have the exact same bike as I do, does he?”
Mac can’t help the laugh that bubbles up, “I forgot to tell you, but yeah man. Like identical.”
Declan pulls his phone out so quickly I’m surprised it doesn’t fly out of his hand.
I look at Mac in confusion as he leans into my space and whispers, “He’s either texting Jake or his bike guy to get a new one immediately.”