Chapter Fifteen
Vandal
I woke up with Macy’s body sprawled across mine and her hot pussy burning into my thigh, tempting me beyond all fucking reason.
One leg was hooked over my thigh, her hip pressed close against mine with her head tucked under my chin.
Every exhale released a puff of breath against my chest that was as intoxicating as her fresh scent.
All night I’d slept with her in my arms and I fucking loved it. I’d woken up a few times throughout the night and each time Macy was sleeping peacefully in my arms. She hadn’t stirred or woken up even once all night, which made me feel like a fucking rockstar.
Even now, she was deep asleep and completely unaware of the fact that her pussy was driving me to madness and making my mouth water.
I stared at the ceiling and exhaled slowly, pretending I wasn’t painfully hard for my best friend. It was the kind of ache that crawled into your spine and fucked with your control. Hell, it was damn near daring me to lose control.
She shifted, making a soft sexy sound that did nothing to stop my cock from expanding.
From wanting. She burrowed closer and I bit back another groan.
My fingers dug into her hips and she stirred again, but this time she froze.
“Oh shit,” she murmured sleepily, pushing up to look at me.
“Did I push you to the edge of the bed?”
“Again?” I asked on a quiet laugh. “It’s cool, Mace. You’ve always been a secret cuddler.” It didn’t matter how we fell asleep, usually back to back, I always woke up with Macy’s body pressed against mine.
“Not all that secret,” she replied with a sleep smile. “You’re always so warm,” she insisted before snuggling back against me with full trust I wouldn’t harm her.
“That’s what you say every single time,” I teased. “You could just say you like cuddling me.”
“I do,” she moaned. “Despite being all hard muscles you are extremely cuddle-able.” She moved her arm around me, and it brushed my cock, still hard. Still aching. “Oh, um, sorry?”
I let out another sharp laugh. “Are you asking me?”
Her smile came slowly and unrepentant, followed by a short laugh. “I don’t know but I know that I’m not really sorry.”
“Neither am I,” I admitted. “But I told you when and how it would happen.” There was no point pretending I didn’t want to fuck her, I did. She wanted it too, but the ball was in her court. She had to decide.
Heat flared in her violet eyes. “You want me to beg.” It wasn’t a question. She knew what I wanted.
“Only if you want me and my cock so bad that you’re willing to beg for it.”
She licked her lips, eyes bright. “Is that like your kink, having me beg?” It was a loaded question, one I couldn’t possibly fucking answer with her brushing her knuckles back and forth across my cock.
“No, but I don’t mind having a woman so crazy for me that she’s begging for my cock.” I held her gaze. “I want you to want me, Macy. Not just comfort. You feel me?”
She nodded, eyes wide and pulse racing in her throat.
“If you don’t want it that bad,” I told her and flexed so my cock pushed back, “then ignore this.”
She laughed and shook her head. “As if I could ignore this.” She stared at my cock straining against my boxers and smiled as if she’d just realized her own little joke.
“I remember what you said,” she began slowly and reached inside my waistband.
Her hand gripped my cock and freed him. “You said when you finally get inside me.” She stroked my cock like he was her long lost friend.
“Macy,” I growled, my voice a warning. For her to stop or keep going, I had no fucking clue.
“Drew,” she sighed, leaning forward until she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock.
My hips flexed instinctively and my head fell back.
“Fuck,” I bit out at the first touch of her lips and her tongue to my cock.
“Macy,” I whispered in shock, hardly able to believe those plump lips were wrapped around my cock.
I wanted to be a gentleman, to tell her she didn’t have to do this, that she didn’t owe me anything, most of all this. But I couldn’t.
She moaned as she dragged her lips and tongue down the length of my cock. She took me deep just how I liked it, over and over again, using lots of wet lips and her tongue, that fucking tongue dragged along the underside of my cock until fireworks exploded behind my eyes.
“Yeah, just like that Mace. Fuck, your mouth feels so good.” My best friend sucking me off definitely wasn’t on my calendar for today.
She hummed her pleasure at my words, using her hands and her mouth to work me over. She took me so deep I hit the back of her throat and she didn’t even fucking gag, which only made me hungry to do it again.
And again.
And again.
She moaned with every stroke, swallowing around me until my vision blurred.
My spine tingled and my balls tugged up tight. Ready. “Macy,” I warned.
She didn’t listen, she took me faster, sucked my meat harder, and tugged on my nuts until I exploded, sending long, hot jets of come down her throat.
“Oh fuck!” My body went stiff for a long second and then jerked violently through the orgasm. “Fuck, Macy, babe. Oh… fuck!”
She didn’t stop but she slowed her movements, sucking just the tip of my cock where every nerve ending in my body was currently located. She sucked softly and slowly, humming her pleasure each time I grunted or groaned.
It was too much but I didn’t want her to stop.
Not ever.
She swallowed every drop and then looked up with a mischievous grin before licking her lips. “I get it now,” she said. “All the hype about blow jobs. Really fucking hot.”
My cock twitched, liking her words as much as I did. “So, you liked it?”
She nodded. “A lot. I’m soaked and horny,” she said, as though pleased and surprised by her own words.
Soaked and horny. Two things I loved in a woman, but she hadn’t given me the words. Not yet.
We laid there together in silence for a few minutes, her curled against my chest while I struggled to get air in my lungs. To clear my head and come to terms with what just happened.
“So,” she began, meeting my gaze with a grin. “What are we up to today?”
I laughed, shaky and helpless. “I’m working at the garage, which means we’re working at the garage.”
***
Despite the early hour, Steel City Motors was already alive by the time we rolled in. Rock music blared from the speakers, conversations and bullshit flowed freely and loudly.
Macy looked overwhelmed at first, but she didn’t hesitate. She squared her shoulders even before she removed her helmet, ready to face the day. Whatever it brought.
She was curious as we stepped inside, taking in the cars and the bikes, the guys watching her with a mix of amusement and curiosity.
When her gaze landed on the red Shelby Cobra that had seen better days and she turned to me with wide, excited eyes.
“You got it! Holy shit, you got it!” Her excitement was palpable and she flung her arms around me, squeezing tight.
“How do you know it’s mine?” I asked.
She pulled back. “Seriously? How many times did you say you were gonna own one of these, even if you had to put her together yourself? I remember all about the V8 engine, the English chassis, and 4.3-liter engine.” She rolled her eyes. “I could talk about it in my sleep.”
Gio laughed. “So baby Vandal was a gearhead too?”
Her smile brightened. “Oh yeah, he would geek out about cars for hours.” She smiled at the memory.
“Well don’t be shy,” Gio encouraged. “Tell us all the embarrassing shit you can remember.”
Her gaze met mine. “You mean like the time he spray painted Marina Nolan’s sweet sixteen car because she was a mega bitch?” Her eyes softened and I knew what she was thinking.
Always my protector. It was the truth.
“Remember that time we went joy riding in Mr. Craig’s old-ass Cadillac?”
“That goddamn boat was impossible to maneuver,” I said with a laugh.
“So what I’m hearing is that he was always a heathen?” T-Bone teased.
“Nah,” she shook her head. “He was always responsible and sweet. I thought all guys were like that and I was really fucking disappointed when I realized he was a unicorn.” Her gaze locked with mine across the garage and something shifted inside my chest. The heat mixed with the sadness of all she’d gone through and the anger over all our years apart had turned into something else.
She belongs here.
She held her own with my brothers all day, giving them shit and taking it like a champ. Macy deserved so much more than the world had given her, better than survival mode relationships and learning to accept disappointment as normalcy. “A unicorn, huh?”
She nodded, her expression a dare. “Yep.”
“Then I guess it’s lucky for both of us that you found me.”
I tried to focus on work after that, but getting lost in an engine or sliding under a car only kept my hands busy while my brain drifted back to my bedroom. Her mouth and hands on me, the way she’d unraveled my resolve in seconds.
How good and how perfect it had been.
Sledge elbowed me when I torqued a bolt too hard. “You good, man?”
“Yeah,” I muttered. “I’m fine.”
“Right,” he said with a smirk. The bastard.
By the time the afternoon wound down and my shift ended, my patience was shot and my restraint was hanging by a thread. Macy leaned against a workbench, chatting with Hollywood like they were old friends. Like this wasn’t a temporary stop on her way someplace else.
And I realized something terrifying and inevitable.
This wasn’t just a bubble anymore.
It was a life.