Chapter 4
Mac stayed braced against the door as if she needed it for support and couldn’t stand on her own yet. Her hair was in a wild disarray.
“Well,” she panted out. “That was something.”
Barry wasn’t sure how to take that. She didn’t look like she regretted it. “It was,” he agreed. “And the night is still young. Where’s your bedroom?”
Mac looked baffled by his question.
“If you were looking for a quick tumble, darling, and I leave, you found the wrong guy. There is nothing quick about me. I like to be thorough.”
Mac’s eyes lowered to his growing erection that glistened from her juices under the lights.
“That only whet my appetite,” he explained.
By all means, he should be done for at least the next fifteen to thirty minutes, but it was as if he felt supercharged and was ready to go again after only a moment’s rest. “Unless your done with me,” he added, wondering if he had misinterpreted her after all.
It was completely dark now, and since the lights had never been turned on, he couldn’t see her in the dark room.
“Not a chance,” she stated and took his hand to lead him down the hall with sure steps. They went down the hallway to a bedroom at the end. Mac turned on the light and spun to face him. “I just want to tell you, I don’t make a habit of this.”
“What, having sex? Well, if you’re still a novice, you’re pretty damn good at it.”
“No.” She rolled her eyes at the stupid suggestion he had only said to make her laugh. “Take a tourist home.”
“Well, even if you did, you won’t find me complaining.” Barry started to step toward her and froze when he realized something. “Do you have condoms?” They hadn’t used protection before, and he hadn’t thought to buy any since he hadn’t planned on sleeping with her.
Mac’s eyes widened as if the thought hadn’t occurred to just then.
“Yes, I do in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.
” She brushed past him to the door on the left and came back a moment later with a small box.
“It hasn’t been opened,” she said as if she needed to explain why she had them.
Honestly, he didn’t care. It’s not like he could judge her for being with others. It’s not like he was a virgin.
“It wouldn’t matter even if it had been.”
“Do you want to take it off?” Mac wouldn’t meet his gaze when she asked, her cheeks turning red in embarrassment.
He knew what she meant even without clarification.
He wasn’t embarrassed. His arm was missing.
It was what it was. He’d had years now to get used to it.
“No, I’ll leave it on.” He felt naked when it was off.
The only time he took it off was at bedtime, and he was far from wanting to go to sleep at the moment.
“Does it bother you?” He didn’t think it had.
She had taken it when she’d led him from the bar.
Perhaps it had only been a fluke of bravery.
“No,” she quickly assured him. “I just wanted you to be comfortable.”
“Oh, I’m very comfortable,” he purred, stepping closer to her. He was like a moth and she the flame. He was drawn to her.
“Good,” she husked, closing the distance between them and wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Though, getting you completely naked and into that bed will be even more comfortable.”
Mac’s eyes melted into chocolate pudding. Her lips parted, and he could hear short pants of breath as she reached down and pulled her shirt up and over her head before tossing it on the floor and throwing herself into his arms.
Barry easily gathered her up, and they tumbled toward the bed and fell into it in a tangle of limbs, both laughing.
Barry rolled on top of her and gazed down at her before slowly lowering down until their lips brushed in a teasing motion. Mac didn’t seem to like that because she gripped both sides of his face and pulled him down so they were chest to chest.
Barry tried to keep his weight off of her so he didn’t crush her, but Mac didn’t seem to care. He rolled to his back so he didn’t have to worry.
Mac straddled his lap, gliding her slick core over his aching cock. She trailed hot kisses down his chest to his left nipple, pulling and tugging on it like he had done her. “So strong,” she mused, continuing to pepper his chest with butterfly kisses and soft nips.
“And scarred,” he needlessly added.
Mac shrugged. “We all have scars.”
Barry arched an eyebrow at her statement and looked her over. “I don’t see any on you.”
Mac rolled to her back with her arms spread out. At first, all he noticed was a beautiful naked woman laying splayed out for him, then his gaze found the large white scare that covered half of her thigh.
He didn’t know how he had missed that earlier. Passion had clouded his senses apparently.
“What the hell did that?” he asked in horror. He had never seen a scar like that before.
“A shark,” she replied as if she were asking for a glass of water; it was so casual.
The things she loved so much had done that to her? Sure, he’d heard of shark attacks, but he had never seen a bite before. It looked horrible, but if she didn’t cringe at his, he wasn’t going to cringe at hers.
“Mean shark. Want me to punish it for you?”
“No,” she chuckled. “That was years ago, and I’m not going to punish him for what’s in his nature.”
“A killer.”
Mac’s eyes narrowed and her whole body hardened. “They are not killers,” she hissed between gritted teeth.
Shit, he hadn’t meant to offend her. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, you shouldn’t have.” Mac closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Sorry, I just hate when people label sharks as killers because they don’t understand them; movies always make them out to be mindless killers.”
He wasn’t about to admit he was one of them, but then again, he had never really cared much about sharks. Never gave them a thought until now. “You obviously care about them.”
“I do,” she replied quickly. “I’m a shark biologist. They are my life’s work.”
“And what exactly does a shark biologist do?”
“You really want to know?” she questioned, sounding dubious.
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.”
“We study the behavior and habitats of sharks.”
“How do you do that?”
“We tag them. Haven’t you ever watched shark week on TV?” she asked, sounding shocked he didn’t know what she did.
“I don’t really watch television.”
“And what do you do?” she queried, rolling back to her side and propping her head on her hand and her elbow on the mattress.
“Make beautiful women scream in pleasure,” he responded as a way of deflecting. Barry hadn’t planning on making his presence known yet, but he had found himself coming up to her and blowing his cover.
“I doubt that’s your actual hobby.”
“It is now. Or at least one particular woman.” Barry rolled on top of her, planting kisses along the shell of her ear to her jawline. “That is, if said beautiful lady will forgive my thoughtless comment.”
“I’m warming up to the idea.” Her voice was husky again. Barry could already feel her body softening under him.
“Let’s see if I can improve that.” Barry made a trail down her torso, kissing every nook and crevice until he reached her hips.
“You’re doing a damn fine job.” Mac spread her legs wider, showing him without words where she wanted him most.
As much as Barry wanted to eat her out, there was something else he had to do first. He kissed down her thigh to her scar. Now that he was focused on it, he could feel the jagged flesh. It looked like a nasty wound. He had seen IED’s inflict just as much damage.
Barry stroked and kiss her scars without reservation as she had done his. Mac shuddered underneath him. Her legs moved up and down restlessly. Her musk called to him much like a siren calling a sailor.
He shifted directions and buried his head between her legs, licking her slick core. Mac nearly shot off the bed as she gave a keen cry. Barry pressed on her hips to keep her down as he continued his assault.
He wanted her so out of her mind with pleasure she would forgive him, though he was sure they were well past that at this point.
Barry ground his face into her bare pussy, licking and sucking hard and fast on her little nub of pleasure. Urging her to break again for him.
Barry could tell she was getting close by the harsh gasps of breath and the way her body rocked against his face as if using him to gain her own pleasure.
Her hand came down to grip the back of his head, forcing him closer. Grinding herself against his face until she shuddered in her release. Barry continued to lick her through her crisis until the last tremor faded before he kissed his way back up her body and reached her chin.
Not all women liked to taste their own essence, but he should have known better with Mac. She turned her head and sealed her lips over his, driving her tongue into his mouth. Barry met her thrust for thrust, both trying to conquer the other for supremacy.
Mac’s hands came up along his sides to clutch his back muscles as her legs wrapped around his waist. Barry had a raging hard-on now and was ready to put it to use.
He flipped them over so he laid on his back. He wanted to watch Mac ride him and give him access to caress her body uninhibited. Making love while being on top with a prosthetic arm wasn’t the easiest thing in the world.
Mac didn’t seem to mind as she glided over his cock, taking the tip inside of her before backing off.
“Let’s put these things to use,” he mumbled, reaching for the box of condoms. There were only four in there. It would have to do for now.
He tore the foil open and gloved up. Mac didn’t waste a second before impaling herself on him.
The sensation was muted by the latex, but it was still enjoyable.
Mac braced her hands on his chest, gyrating her hips to pull him into the depths of her core, rising up and slowly lowering herself back down.
She was taking a leisurely pace that already had sweat forming on his brow. He reached up to cup her breast, strumming her nipple with the pad of his thumb while the other held her waist.
Mac took his hands in her own, bringing the hand on her waist to her breast as he leaned back, forcing his dick to rub the front of her walls.
“Fuck,” he hissed, feeling her walls close around him. He wasn’t going to last much longer.
Barry extracted his hand from her breast and lowered it to her clit, stroking it as he thrust his hips up to meet her gyrations.
“Oh…” Mac fell back forward, her thighs shaking as Barry kept up his pace until she climaxed, convulsing around his cock.
With one final thrust, Barry pushed his hips up as cum shot from the tip. Mac’s greedy pussy pulled cum straight from his balls until he was empty and collapsed back on the bed in a panting mess.
Mac fell to the side, breathing just as heavily. Before he lost the strength, Barry discarded the condom in the bathroom trash and stumbled back to the bed.
As soon as he laid down, Mac curled into his chest. “A guy could get used to this.” Snuggling up with a woman after fantastic sex.
A veil came over Mac’s eyes that Barry didn’t like to see, as if she were pulling away. “Look, Barry, this was fun, but don’t be getting ideas about anything more than a roll on the bed. I live here, and you’re just here for a few days.”
“How do you know how long I’m here for?” he asked, feeling suddenly defensive though he didn’t know why. He didn’t want anything more permanent than she did, yet it felt like she was already kicking him to the curb.
He thought they had something going. At least enough to do this more than once. Well, more than one night, he amended.
“Regardless, you’re not here forever. Let’s just chalk this up as some fun—”
“And forget about each other in the morning,” he finished for her.
“Something like that,” she agreed, unable to meet his gaze.
Barry cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. “Mac, I don’t intend for this to be permanent. I know I’m only here for a short time, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun until I have to go, does it?”
Mac’s mouth opened to answer, but no words came out.
“I like being with you and not just for sex.”
“I like you too,” she admitted, though she didn’t look happy about it.
That was good. It would make following her around easier. “What do you say we get some sleep, and tomorrow I take you to breakfast and you show me the island?”
“Be your personal tour guide?”
“Mmm hmm.” He liked the sound of that. Have her show him around so he got the lay of the land. If they happened to find a secluded spot along the way, so be it.
Mac started to lean forward to kiss him then pulled back at the last second. “I can’t. I have to work.”
“Alright, how about dinner afterwards?”
“Deal.” That meant he had all day tomorrow to snoop around the island and learn more about this Miles Banks character.