Chapter Fifteen
Maisie
“You good? You seem off today.” My teammate Erica jogs up beside me, her face flushed despite the cooler temperatures today.
“I’m good. Just tired.” I blow out a hard breath, knowing tired is the understatement of the year. Exhausted is more like it.
Two years ago, when Macallan and I hooked up, both times it was one and done.
We’d have sex and then part ways shortly after.
But not this time. No, this time Macallan was inside of me so many times that I lost count.
Waking me in the middle of the night with his erection pressed against my ass.
Refusing to let me leave the bed this morning without being inside me one more time.
I think I maybe got two hours of sleep total.
Not that I’m complaining.
I would spend a million sleepless nights with Macallan if they were all like last night.
“Well, shake it off because Coach is watching, and if you keep slacking on the pass, she’s going to make you run laps,” she warns.
“Heard.” I nod, watching her jog off moments later.
Practice lasts another forty minutes, and by the time it’s done, I’m dragging so bad that I consider crawling out of the locker room just so I don’t have to use my legs.
I’ve just reached the exit of the practice facility when my phone rings, Char’s face lighting up the screen.
“Hey.” I press the device to my ear.
“Do you know what time it is?” is the first thing Char says.
I quickly check my smartwatch, seeing it’s just after one.
“One o’clock.” I phrase it more like a question.
“Exactly. One o’clock. You were supposed to call me.”
“Was I?” I’m so tired, I don’t remember.
“Yesterday. We were interrupted. You said you’d call me back. Ring any bells?”
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry. It’s been... an interesting twenty-four hours.”
“So you stayed at Mac’s?”
“I did.”
“You slut.” She barks out a laugh. “I knew it was only a matter of time before you gave it up.”
“You’re the slut,” I fire back, obviously joking.
“Not anymore. I’m a one-man woman now.”
I can hear the smile in her voice so clearly, it’s almost as if she’s standing right in front of me.
“As if I need reminding that you and Lyric are head over heels in love and I just spent the night in the arms of a man that I considered a mortal enemy until last week.”
“Not an enemy anymore, it would seem.”
“No, not anymore.” It’s my turn to smile as my mind drifts back to last night. To the way Macallan held me. To the words he whispered when he thought I was asleep. You’re mine now, Mais. Even if you don’t know it yet. My heart constricts much like it did when he said it.
“So... Don’t leave me in suspense here. How was it?”
“It was... God, Char, it was incredible. So much better than last time. Not that he wasn’t good then, but this... Last night was on a whole different level. The things he said... The things he did. I’m not sure I’ll ever recover.”
“Sounds like you had quite the night.”
“You have no idea.”
“Just do me a favor. Don’t let your guard down just yet. Make him earn it.”
“I fully intend to.” My smile widens when I exit the building to find Macallan parked just outside, leaning against the driver’s door of his car. His dark hair still damp from the shower.
My God, if he isn’t the most beautiful man on the freaking planet.
“Char, I gotta go,” I say, abruptly cutting her off when she starts to say something else. “I’ll call you later?”
“I’ve heard that before,” she grumbles.
“Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
I end the call, shoving my phone into the front pocket of my bag as I close the distance between me and Mac.
“What are you doing here?” I ask when I reach him, my smile widening when he takes the bag from my shoulder, draping it over his own.
“Thought maybe I could take you to lunch. Seeing how you wouldn’t let me feed you this morning.”
“I didn’t have time to eat this morning.” I give a pointed look, knowing he knows he’s the culprit of that.
“Yeah, definitely not sorry about that.” He smirks, tugging open the back door where he quickly deposits my bag into the back seat. “What do you say?”
“Doesn’t look like you’re giving me much of a choice.” I gesture to where he just shut my bag inside the car.
“You complaining?” He grabs my hand, pulling me flush against his chest.
“Definitely not complaining.” I smile up at him just seconds before his lips find mine. He kisses me slow and deep, making my toes curl with the promise the kiss holds.
“Let’s go. Otherwise, I might be tempted to fuck you right here in the parking lot.”
“And that’s a problem?”
“Don’t tempt me, Mais. When it comes to you, I think you’ll find that I have very little self-control.”
My heart does a full flip inside my chest, but instead of pushing him further like I want to, I nod once, taking a step back.
“I want pancakes,” I tell him, crossing around the front of the car. After last night and then practice today, I’m in desperate need of some carbs. I’m just reaching out to grab the handle when he appears, opening the door for me. “Such a gentleman.” I grin, sliding into the passenger seat.
“I think we both know that’s not true.” He leans down, his face only inches from mine. “A reminder I’ll be sure to reinforce once I have you back in my bed.”
I can’t wait, I think to myself as he straightens and closes the door, sealing me inside.
“Don’t you have a game tomorrow?” I ask, my head propped on Macallan’s bicep as my fingers trace circles across his muscular abdomen.
“I do. Why?” He drops the strand of my hair he’s been twirling around his finger for the better part of five minutes, his hand grazing my back moments later.
“Just curious.”
“You thinking about coming to cheer me on?”
“Maybe.” I fight the smile threatening to break across my lips. “Would that be okay?”
“Are you kidding? I would love it if you did.”
“I’ll have to see if they still have tickets available.”
“They do.”
“This close to the game?”
“Even if tickets are sold out, they have reserved tickets for the players. I can get one for you.”
“Three?” I look up at him.
“Like I would expect you to go without Lyric and Charlotte.”
“It’s strange how well you seem to know me.”
“Is it? Because it doesn’t seem strange at all to me. In fact, I feel like I don’t know nearly enough.” He rolls, taking me with him so that I end up on my back, with his weight pressing me into the mattress as he settles between my legs, seemingly his favorite place to be as of late.
“What do you want to know then?” I slide my hands up his shoulders, his skin velvet beneath my palms.
“Let’s see.” He pretends to think about it, leaning in to press a kiss to my jaw. “How do you take your eggs?”
“Scrambled. With ketchup.”
He pulls back, making a face.
“Who puts ketchup on eggs?”
“A lot of people.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“Have you tried it?”
“No.”
“Then how do you know it’s disgusting?”
“Because I do.”
“But how?” I bite down on my lip when his hand slides between us, palming my breast.
“Some things are just not meant to go together.”
“I disagree.” I shake my head with a smile. “How do you take your eggs?”
“Over easy, no ketchup, like a normal person.”
“Some might argue that makes you not normal.”
“Well, then those people are idiots.”
“Hey!” I smack his arm. “Did you just call me an idiot?”
“I said those people. Not you.”
“The implication was the same. I find myself rather insulted.”
“Hmmm... How ever will I make it up to you?” He grinds against me, the heat of his length pressing into me, making me squirm beneath him in anticipation.
“I think you should use your imagination.”
“Should I? Now, Miss Rose, I must warn you, I can be quite inventive with my imagination.”
“Oh, I’m counting on it.”
He gives me a wicked smile seconds before his lips find the crook of my neck. He plants a hot, wet kiss to my pounding pulse before moving to the other side of my neck to repeat the process.
“Shall I start here?” He kisses his way down my chest, his breath warm over my nipple.
“Uh-huh.” I let out a breathy response.
“Or perhaps here.” He moves to the other breast, rubbing his nose across the hard peak.
“Anywhere,” I pant, desire making me desperate.
“Anywhere, you say?”
I can feel his smile against my skin.
“In that case.” He pushes himself up onto his knees, leaving my naked body cold without his intense heat.
Without giving me even a moment to object to his abrupt departure from my body, he grabs my legs and flips me over with such ease you would think I weighed nothing.
I let out a huff of air when I land on my stomach, only to squeal when his fingers dig into my hips, pulling them up so that my ass is in the air.
His hold on me vanishes entirely and it takes me far too long to realize it’s because he’s sitting back, admiring the view.
While instinct has me wanting to coil in, to cover myself, given how utterly exposed I am, it’s the heat of his gaze that keeps me in place.
I hear him move as I feel the bed shift, holding my breath as I wait for his next move.
Only, when it comes, I am nowhere near prepared for the warmth of his breath when his face slips between my legs, giving me a full view of his thick, dark hair as he wedges himself between the bed and my lower half, making it where I’m practically sitting right on his face.
And when he grabs my hips a second time, guiding me down, that’s exactly what I end up doing.
He doesn’t ease me into it. Doesn’t waste his time toying with me. No, he dives right in and starts to feast like a man who hasn’t eaten in weeks. I am putty in his hands, being molded and shaped with every swipe of his tongue.
Macallan has proven two things to me over the last couple of days. One, that he knows how to push my body to its absolute limit like no man I’ve ever met before. And two, he has no intention of stopping anytime soon. And as much as I know I shouldn’t, I don’t want him to stop.
I don’t want him to stop wanting me. To stop craving me. To stop pleasuring me with the skill of a man who knows exactly how to please a woman.
And as my orgasm rips through me, as I ride Macallan’s face like a woman undone, one other thing becomes abundantly clear.
.. It’s not just my body that doesn’t want him to stop.
And when he slips out from beneath me, shifting to his knees behind me, I have only one thought before he thrusts into me hard and fast, chasing away my ability to think at all. .. I think I might be in trouble.