24. Mac
Mac
I stumble through the door of the loft, excited to see my girl even though it’s two in the morning and she’s fast asleep.
The room is dark, and I can barely make out MJ’s gorgeous curves in my bed.
I press my hand against the wall and kick my shoes off.
Pulling my wallet, phone, and keys out of my pockets, I toss them onto the dresser next to the door.
Instead of hitting the dresser, though, they hit the ground? What the fuck ?
I put my hand out to feel around for the dresser that is very much not there anymore. Squinting, I look around the space, trying to make out familiar shapes in the room and find the dresser across the room where I definitely did not have it last. Looks like MJ was busy while I was away.
Smiling to myself, I inhale deeply, taking in the scent of strawberry and vanilla mixing with the more masculine scents that usually fill the space.
I stifle my groan and unbutton my pants, kicking them off to the side.
Pulling my T-shirt over my head as I walk toward the bed, I toss it to th e side too before sliding under the covers behind MJ, making her my little spoon.
I wrap my arm around her waist, and she slides hers over mine, pulling me closer to her.
Kissing her hair, I sigh and sink into the pillows, allowing my exhausted body to pass out.
A groan escapes my lips as MJ peppers kisses across my chest. She’s been touching me and kissing me for a while now and, like the asshole I am, I’ve been pretending to sleep through it, enjoying every second. She giggles and nips at my nipple with her teeth, which causes me to yelp.
“I know you haven’t been sleeping,” her tone is teasing and light. I smile, opening my eyes.
“You caught me.” I slide my hand down her waist to her thigh, pulling her onto me.
She’s got on one of my T-shirts with just her panties underneath, and my cock instantly grows hard.
I raise my eyebrow at her when I feel the dampness of her panties.
She says nothing but slowly rocks her hips.
Her breath comes out in pants as she grinds against my now rock-solid cock.
“Fuck, baby, is this how you wake up every morning?” I groan.
She giggles. “I’ve missed you,” she says, continuing to grind against me. She smiles provocatively as I slide my hands up and down her thighs, gripping them tightly, a nd lift my hips to give her more pressure.
“How bad do you want me?”
“Mac,” she says, her voice breathy and sexy as fuck. I slide my fingers along the edge of her panties and then slip one into her wetness, eliciting a moan from her lips.
“This is going to be quick, okay?” I ask.
She nods, continuing to move her hips. We break apart only to strip, and she repositions over me. I run my cock along her wet lips, notching it at her entrance. Her hips have stilled, but her hands are sliding up her body and underneath her shirt.
“Show me those gorgeous tits, baby.”
She obeys and lifts the shirt up over her head, tossing it in the same direction as my boxers. She tweaks her nipples, and I hold my cock at her entrance with one hand and then guide her down with the other.
She lowers onto me until I’m fully seated inside of her, and we both moan loudly. She takes a second to adjust, rocking gently on my cock, and I squeeze her hips.
“Hold me harder,” she whispers. I smirk, tightening my grip on her hips. I hold her tightly and the thought of her having bruises of my fingers makes my cock twitch inside of her. She slides up and down on my cock, using her knees on either side of my hips as leverage, and I’m a goner.
“Fuck. Use me, baby. Take what you need,” I pant out and then watch my girl do exactly that.
She places her hands on my chest and fucks me fast and har d. The sound of our bodies slapping together and her moans fill the small loft.
“Mac! Yes! Fuck!” Nonsense escapes her lips, and I nod, encouraging her. She leans more heavily onto my chest, and I buck my hips, matching her tempo. Sliding my hand between us, I rub her clit with my thumb.
“Come on, baby. Come for me,” I urge her on.
Her pussy clenches around my cock, and we both moan as I spill into her.
Her walls milk my cock for all I have, and she slows her tempo, gently rocking her hips again.
I stroke her clit through her orgasm and then slide my hand out and back to her hips, touching her smooth milky skin.
She leans forward, collapsing onto my chest, and I huff out a laugh.
“Sorry!” she whispers and then sits up. I slide my arms around her waist and hold her against my chest.
“You’re fine, Em. I’m good.”
“That was . . . Holy shit!” she breathes, and I chuckle. My dick twitches inside of her, which makes us both groan. I kiss her forehead, brushing her hair away from her face and take in my freshly-fucked girl.
“I could get used to this,” I say and sigh. She smiles and leans up to capture my lips with hers, and I groan against her mouth.
“Careful, you’re going to start round two.”
She giggles and then lifts her ass up, releasing my cock. We both groan from the disconnection and then she gets off me, padding to the bathroom and closes the door.
I stretch out on the bed and then sit up, trying to find my boxers. Light is peeking through the curtains, and I finally get a good look at the loft. MJ comes back out of the bathroom, and I raise my eyebrows at her. “You’ve been busy.”
She looks around and then back at me, covering her face. “Oh, my god, do you hate it? I can put it all back how it was, I swear!”
I shake my head, laughing, and open my arms to her.
“No, baby, come here.”
She obeys and crawls back into bed with me.
Tucking her into my side, I kiss her forehead.
“I love it. I love that you made changes and added your own touch to the space. I—” I pause, not wanting to scare her off with my thoughts about the future just yet.
She lets out a deep sigh and snuggles into me.
“I actually had a lot of fun organizing up here. You are seriously lacking a kitchen, though,” she says. I chuckle and pull her tighter into my side.
“Well, this used to be my grandpa’s office before he didn’t want to deal with the stairs. He renovated downstairs to add the office in and then dad made this into a little loft when he took over. It wasn’t really meant to be a living space since the house is behind the shop.”
“Makes sense. We should probably find a place with a kitchen at some point, though. Or add one somehow.”
My head snaps to her so fast I almost give myself whiplash. Her face and neck are bright red, as if she just realized what she said. “I mean you—you should probably add on a kitchen or something,” she tries to backpedal.
“I heard what you said the first time. No need to correct.” She lifts her hands up, trying to cover her face, but I grab them with my free hand.
“Hey, don’t hide from me. I always want to know what you’re thinking, okay?
” She looks unconvinced. “Will it make you feel better if I tell you I’ve thought about that, too?
” Her eyes narrow. “Having a place of our own, I mean.”
She sits up and turns to face me better.
“Really?”
I nod, sitting up with her.
“But I don’t want to pressure you,” I say. My insecurities and doubts rush to the forefront of my mind like I’m sixteen all over again. I look away from her, blowing out a breath.
“It’s not pressure if I want it too,” she says, barely above a whisper. I look back over at her and her eyes tell me we’re on the same page. Hesitant, but wanting the same things.
“We’ll figure it out, okay? If you’re staying in town, you’re welcome to stay here whenever you want. And we’ll figure the rest out as it comes. Deal?”
She nods and lays back into me.
“I am staying,” she says with defiance.
I nod and kiss her forehead again, settling into the pillows.
July 23
Taylor Swift blares from the speakers and fills the shop as I clean up my tools and workspace.
It’s been a slow day but there’s always work to do to keep things in order so that I’m not running around like a wild man when I need a specific tool.
MJ is on the couch, as she has been for the last few days, bobbing her head and mouthing lyrics while she works on her laptop.
She’s singing about being twenty-two, and I almost drop the bucket I was moving.
Fuck . Her birthday is coming up and I have nothing planned for her.
I grab my phone out of my pocket and quickly shoot a text out to Shannon and the guys.
Movement catches my peripheral vision as MJ stands and stretches like a cat and then walks over to me.
I pocket my phone and lean against my workbench.
She presses her body into mine and leans up as I meet her lips with mine.
“Damn, I could get used to this.”
“Is that so?” she asks. A smirk pulls at her lips, and I smile back. I guess I said that out loud.
“Yeah.” I lean back down and kiss her again as her strawberry scent envelops me.
“If you need a Taylor Swift playlist, I can always send you one.” Her eyes dance with mischief, and I huff out a laugh.
“Nah, baby, I have my own.”
Her jaw drops as I grab her waist and pull her back into me. Nuzzling her neck, I place butterfly kisses down her neck, over her shoulder and then back up.
“I was talking about this,” I whisper. Her body melts into mine and she lets out a sigh.
“Have a few minutes for a break?” she asks, and I nod, letting her lead me back to the couch.
She yelps as I smack her ass, and I chuckle as she picks up speed to get away from me. The leather creaks underneath our weight as we sit down together. MJ grabs her lapto p from the coffee table. “I wanna show you something.”