28| The Goodbye Sin
“Y ou good, beautiful?” Mac nips at my ear, breathless.
I clench my legs around his waist, digging my nails into his back, letting him know I’m good.
Consumed by his cock rocking in and out of me, his pelvic bone rubbing perfectly against my clit.
“More,” I mewl.
Mac reaches under my armpits, gripping my shoulders and keeping me in place as he starts to pound harder, deeper, and faster, slamming me forward.
Heaven above, he feels good. It’s so good.
I start to breathe faster, moaning with each thrust.
“Yes,” I croak, tilting my head back and giving him my neck to devour.
With our bodies sweating, we slip and slide together as one.
“Fuck!” Mac’s voice is a deep rumble.
“Yes!” I follow his lead.
He’s been my savior these past two weeks.
I dig my nails deeper into his back, getting a growl from him. He digs his teeth into my neck, getting the same response.
Feeling my orgasm rising has me bucking up against him, adding more friction against my clit.
Our breathing comes in fast increments as we both increase the pace.
“Oh God,” he says hoarsely. “Beautiful, I’m close.”
I shatter, letting my orgasm explode all around him. “Yes! Mac!” My voice is raw.
Mac devours my breast into his mouth. With the flick of his tongue on my nipple and a little nip, he intensifies my orgasm, and I moan my approval.
Mac leans up on his elbows, looking down at me. He shifts his hips so they continue to grind against my clit, giving me another orgasm.
“Yes.” He pumps deeper
“Sin.” He increases his pace.
“I’m…” He slams up, hitting my G-spot and clit simultaneously
“Coming.” He hammers his release into me.
I cry out, rocking my hips up as we both release together.
Mac slows his pace, giving me his mouth. I grab his neck, deepening the kiss.
When he pulls out, we break the kiss. Mac falls to the side of me, out of breath. Taking a deep breath, I roll my body to face my man.
When Mac opens his eyes and sees me staring at him, he asks again, “You good?”
I smile.
He pulls me up onto his chest, pushing strands of hair out of my face and caressing my back as I lay my chin on his chest.
“Fuck, beautiful, that was unreal,” Mac praises me.
I beam.
Mac raises a brow. “What?” he says with a devilish smile. “Did I fuck you so good you can’t speak?”
Smiling, I clear my throat. “I’m good.”
He caresses my cheek with the scar using the back of his hand.
“I’m aware we keep talking about it, and I keep asking, but I want you to know I’m here. I’ll always be here.” His voice is soft and smooth.
I know he knows how it feels to lose a sister, but I feel like losing a twin is a whole different feeling. It’s like I lost part of me.
We hadn’t seen each other in years, and we’d been apart for twelve years, but I knew she was out there. I knew she’d answer if I needed her. I could feel her out there—now it’s…nothing.
A tear escapes.
“I’ll never be okay, but I’m dealing with it as best as I can. Having you and everyone around me has helped. Since I can’t feel her anymore, having you all is like having a piece of her with me. If that makes sense.” I try to explain how I’m feeling.
The last two days have been the hardest thing I’ve had to deal with besides being kidnapped. Losing myself is one thing but losing my sister is completely different.
The celebrations of life for my sister were everything and more. She was so loved. After the first night of celebration, I broke down and said I wished it’d been me. Mac lost his shit on me.
I still feel that way. She had a full life with so many people who loved her. I have no one. If I died, only my sister and Phoenix would have mourned me. She has so many people who love her.
“Don’t go there, Sin,” Mac orders. “I see that look again.”
I take a deep breath.
The second night was even worse. Violet, Izzy, Snow, and a few others DJd in memory of Raydene. Watching Violet play had so many people in tears.
The dance floor was over capacity, but no one cared. The memory of my sister lives through them. She will always be remembered.
Mac rises and scoots back against the headboard. He pulls me with him, and I lay my head on his lap, looking up at him.
Mac says calmly, “Your life was taken from you all those years ago. It’s your time to live.”
I interject, “But at the price of my sister? It doesn’t seem right.”
Mac runs his hand through his hair, frustrated. When he looks at me, he says warmly, “Tragedy has hit our families hard. We can’t dwell on the past. Do you think Ray would want you to give up on life because she was gone? All she ever wanted to do was protect you. For you to live your life free.”
I stare up at the ceiling, trying to keep my shit together.
It’s just so hard. Seeing all those people, and then when they see me, the looks I would get—shocked, surprised, sad, and most of all, confusion. Everyone had questions about who I was and where I’d been.
I sigh. “All I ever wanted was to be with her and live my life.”
“I think that’s all she wanted as well. You have to keep her in your heart and try to live like she’d want you to…free,” Mac says simply.
I know he’s right, but my heart hurts so fucking bad.
I sit up and move to straddle him. Sliding my hands around his neck, I clasp them together.
Mac welcomes me with open arms. Gripping my hips, he slides me over his now hard length closer.
Mac’s smile widens. Tilting his head back, he asks, “What are you doing?”
I smirk. “Trying to distract you.”
Mac gives me a sweet, sexy smile. “Beautiful, I will always do whatever you want. I want you to start living your life for you and not hide anymore.”
I sigh.
We sit there in silence for a second before Mac says with a sweet smile, “After today, we have our lives to live. We say goodbye to your sister and hello to our forever life. Promise?”
I nod.
Today, we continue celebrating the life of my sister here at the clubhouse. Our last goodbye before everyone has to go back home.
Sitting on his lap, I rotate my hips. His lips part, taking in a deep breath. He wants me.
I unclasp my hands, placing one hand on his shoulder so I can lift myself onto my knees and off his lap. Reaching down between us, I grip his cock, guiding him to my entrance. Letting go, I place my hand back on his shoulder, slowly lowering myself onto his massive girth.
I toss my head back and groan, “She’d want me to be happy.”
Mac moans. Sitting up straighter, he slides his hands up my back, gripping my shoulder blades.
I raise up on my knees again, letting him almost come out of me before I glide back down. I breathe. “She’d want me to live for her.”
Mac growls, “Fuck yeah.”
Knowing it drives him crazy, I lift a hand, releasing my hair.
He grabs a handful, yanking my head back. I cry out in pleasurable pain.
Lifting up painstakingly slowly, I widen my fingers around his neck and grip hard.
“She’d want me to be free to live my life,” I croak before slamming down.
Mac begs, “Cindy, please. Fuck me.”
I smile at the ceiling, hearing him call me by my real name. It sounded good.
As you wish.
I rhythmically move my hips faster over him. “She’d want me to live.”
Mac hisses. “Yes.”
I continue grinding deep, moving forward and backward. Mac’s fingers twitch, digging into my hips with urgency.
Fuck, he’s so deep .
I quicken my assault on him, gripping a handful of hair and yanking his head back. I bite into his neck like a vampire thirsty for blood and suck as hard as I can, marking him.
Feeling his body tense, I rock faster, riding him hard.
Before losing control, I cry, “She’d want me to love you.”
“Christ, Dee.” Mac shudders beneath me as he explodes inside me.
Hearing him call me by my sister’s nickname, I let the tears fall and whisper, “I love you, sis.”