Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
~DANNY~
I’m not sure who could possibly be at my door. No one usually comes to see me. And if they do, they don't show up unannounced. I’m not big on spontaneous visitors.
I rip the door open, and there she stands.
I wasn’t expecting to see Mac this evening. I had hoped she would be with me tonight, but after the way we left things in the diner, she was the last person I expected to darken my doorstep tonight.
“Hey,” she says.
I just keep standing there and staring, trying to process whether or not she’s real. I want to reach out and touch her. Make sure I’m not hallucinating or dreaming.
“Uh, Danny? Are you okay?”
I shake my head to pull me from the fog.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. Hey. How are you? What are you doing here?” I ask, a flurry of questions sprouting out of my mouth. I reach up and rub at the back of my neck.
“I thought I would come by and surprise you.” She rocks on her heels. “I’m sorry, should I go?”
She looks behind her, back to her car.
“Oh, you drove here?” I tease her. “I thought you might have attempted to walk here too.”
“Funny.” Her brows furrow, a look of confusion marring her beautiful face. “So, are you going to let me come in?”
“Yeah, you can come in.” I move to the side and gesture for her to enter.
“Thanks.” She enters the house but lingers in the entryway. “If you have plans or something tonight, I don’t have to stay. I just thought I would come over and see you tonight. I felt bad about the way things were left at the diner.”
She’s rambling and I secretly love it. I love how uncomfortable and rambley she gets when she’s nervous, like she is right now.
I can see it all over her face, the way her eyes are searching around.
I’m not sure if she thinks someone is here or if she’s looking for signs that I was preparing to leave.
“I probably should have called you first, but I wanted to surprise you,” she rambles. “Do you like surprises?”
I laugh and motion for her to follow me into the living room. She listens and we make our way over to the couches. “Please sit down, Mac.”
She lowers herself onto the chair.
“I don’t usually like surprises. However, this is a nice one.” I smile at her. “I just wasn’t expecting company.”
“Do you plan everything?” she asks with a smirk.
“Normally, yes. I like to have a plan.”
“Did you plan the other night? When you and I went home together?” she asks me.
“No, that just kind of happened. A lot like you showing up here tonight.”
She nods. “I thought maybe you would still like to do that pizza picnic or something.”
“I thought you were busy tonight and had to get home very quickly,” I remind her of what she said to me before she ran out of the diner earlier today.
“Yeah, I’m not the best at sharing. And I’m certainly not the best at being interviewed. I wish Cromwell would have known that before asking me to do this article.” She shrugs and adds, “But I guess you might be figuring that out already.”
I laugh. “A little bit. Why do you think I show up at training and other team functions? It helps me to see you in your own element and talk to the people you work with. Gives me a much better idea of who you are instead of trying to get that out of you.”
“Yeah, sorry about that.”
“Why are you apologizing?”
“Because it’s the way I am, and I know it makes it harder for people, especially people like you, to do your job. I’m not the easiest person to get along with sometimes.” She smirks at me. “But I’m working on it.”
“Are you working on it for me?” I ask.
“I think I might just be.”
“Wow,” I tell her, leaning back in the chair, watching her. She looks so small sitting there on the large black couch. I can’t believe she’s back here again. I thought maybe it would take a drunken mistake or an act of God to get her to come back. Turns out, she did it on her own.
“I’m impressed you knew where to find me.”
“Yeah, I’m really good at finding people. Or finding you.”
“I’m glad you could find me,” I admit.
She nods. “Good. Like I said, I wasn’t sure if you liked surprises, but I wanted to come and see you. I thought it might make my night a little better.”
“What was wrong with your night?”
She shrugs and shifts uncomfortably on the couch.
“How about I get us something to drink,” I tell her. “Highball of whiskey or a beer?”
“Uh, you pick,” she replies timidly.
I choose the whiskey and put a double in each of the highball glasses, bringing it to her on the rocks. She takes it and smiles.
Sipping slowly, she nods. “This is good. What is it?”
“Gentleman Jack,” I reply. “It’s pretty soft and smooth. I think it’ll help with your nervousness a bit.”
“I guess I was worried you would reject me or toss me out. Guess I’m still a little worried about that.” She takes another sip of the whiskey.
I sip on mine and smile. “I do not like surprises, if that’s what is bothering you, but I do like this surprise. I’m glad to see you at my front door tonight. It just wasn’t expecting it.”
“I believe that is why they are calling it a surprise.” She teases.
“Yeah, I know that.” I say. “So, you were worried about being a brat earlier and had to come all the way out here to see me? That’s sweet of you.”
“Thanks, I like all of it. Except for the part where you are calling me a brat.”
I laugh. “Well, you kinda acted like a little bit of one.”
“Yeah, I came to make up for that.” She grins at me. “You know, we could do that pizza picnic you talked about. You said you liked the same toppings as me.” She wiggles her eyebrows, and I get the feeling she’s here for more than pizza.
“Yeah, we certainly could have a pizza picnic, but I think we should do something else first,” I say, getting up. I take another large gulp of my whiskey and reach out to take her head.
“What are you doing?”
“Drink more of that if you want but then come with me.”
Mac does as she’s told. Maybe it’s all those years of playing sports that makes her so coachable. The horny and dominant side of me makes me wonder what else I can get her to do without question.
“Let’s go to my bedroom.”
“Oh, I thought your pool was all kinds of secluded and I didn’t need a bikini.”
My mind flashes back to her on that beach.
I want to take her out there, but not immediately.
I’d rather we go to my room so that I can fuck her brains out before we have our little pizza picnic.
Because it sounds like she has a cheat day to use, and I don’t want the pizza to be the only indulgence she has tonight.
“I would rather take you to my bedroom. Come with me.”
I lead the way to the bedroom, not bothering to check if she’s following me. I know she wants this as much as I do. Once I’m in the bedroom, I head over to the bedside table, where I have a few candles. I pull them out, along with the lighter, and begin to place them around the room.
“What are you doing?” Mac asks when she joins me.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m lighting candles.”
“Yeah, but why?”
“Because I am trying to set the mood,” I tell her.
“You shouldn’t be doing that. We don’t need all the extra trouble.”
“Really, it’s no trouble at all. And why are you opposed to it?” My hand lingers over a candle. I haven’t lit this last one yet, which I placed on the window ledge.
“We don’t need all of this fancy stuff.” She shifts from one foot to another.
“Are you trying to keep this casual?” I ask her as I light the last candle.
“Because I don’t think a little candlelight makes this any different than other hookups.
” I wiggle my eyebrows at her and then stalk in her direction.
“It’s okay, Mackenzie. It’s not like I’m over here proposing titles and a relationship status or something. ”
“Yeah, I know. But still. Seems like a lot of trouble to go through for…”
“A booty call?” I finish for her.
She shrugs and flushes at me, calling it what it is.
“It’s okay. There’s no shame in calling it that or in saying it’s more.”
I see the fear in her eyes when I mention that it’s more.
“We don’t have to talk anymore,” I tell her, coming in front of her and running a hand down her cheek. She leans into my touch.
Grabbing her by the hand, I jerk her toward me. She lets out a yip, but it gets swallowed in my kiss. I back her up to the bed, and she goes easily. I step back and look at her sitting on the edge of the bed—eyes full of lust, lips parted and swollen.
“Strip for me,” I tell her. “Take your clothes off for me, baby. I wanna watch.”
She nods and does as she’s told. I smile at that. I like it.
Slowly, the sneakers come off, and then she pulls her T-shirt over her head to reveal a nude bra.
“One minute,” I tell her.
Leaning down, I take a nipple into my mouth and suck on it.
She moans and stumbles a bit. I grip her hips to keep her still.
My hand comes up and rubs at the bud of her nipple, and then I switch my mouth to the other one while my now free hand comes up and massages the slightly damp nipple.
She’s a moaning ball of need as my mouth travels up and nips at her neck.
“Off with those leggings, baby girl.”
I love how wild her eyes are. She looks like a Palomino horse with her blonde hair and blue eyes. Ready to be ridden. I like it that she bends to my every will.
“Fuck, still no panties.”
She grins. “No, why would I do that? I figured you would like it better without.”
“I certainly would.” I strip out of my shorts and T-shirt. The only thing remaining is my boxer briefs. I leave them on as I pat the bed. “Lie down.”
Mac climbs onto the bed and I join her in the center.
I run my hand up and down her stomach, dipping a little lower each time, just barely reaching her pussy but never actually touching it.
She’s squirming as my lips come down over hers.
Kissing her passionately, my tongue enters her mouth, and she welcomes it, massaging it with her own.
I moan at the feeling of her body coming alive beside me.
She reaches up and attempts to pull me on top of her, but I don’t budge.
Instead, I take a hand and dip into her folds, which are growing slicker by the minute. “Oh, fuck, baby. I love how responsive you are. You feel so fucking good,” I croon in her ear as I nip at her neck.
“Danny, please touch me.”
“I am.”
“Enter me.” Her hips rock up again and again.
I kiss her on the nose and then on the lips.
Moving down, I suck on her neck—not enough to mark it but enough to cause her to moan.
Kisses on the neck seem to unlock all kinds of things for this girl.
My hand dives into her folds, three fingers deep.
She’s so tight and wet. The feeling of her clenching around me turns me on even further.
My cock is straining in my boxers. I want to get inside her, but I want this foreplay to last a little longer.
She’s a ball of want and need. I think she might need it just as badly as I do at this point.
I withdraw my fingers, and she whimpers at the loss of them. I grab a condom from the nightstand and remove my boxers so that I can slide it on. I pump on my cock once and then roll it over slowly. She licks her lips as she watches every action I take.
“Roll on your side,” I tell her. I get behind her and throw her leg over mine, rubbing my fingers at her opening.
She’s soaked and ready for me. Kissing her neck, I slowly enter her.
We both moan at the feeling of being joined.
My hand comes around and grabs her breast, kneading her nipple as I pump in and out of her.
She moans and clenches around me. She’s already coming. I pick up the pace and she’s gripping at my hip, trying to get me closer. I keep moving in and out, feeling her tighten and go slack around me.
“Holy fuck!” she cries out as she comes.
I hold on to her while she rides the wave. Slowly, I pull out and roll her so that she’s lying on her back. I climb on top of her and enter her, and she cries out again at the feeling of my cock filling her. My arms are propped up so that I can watch those baby blues go wild as I drive in and out.
“Oh god, Mac. You feel like heaven.”
I wrap her legs around my waist so that I’m deeper inside her.
Her cries are filling the room, and I’m grunting, barely able to hold on any longer.
I can feel her tightening—she’s close. So, I pinch one of her nipples and kiss the other.
My lips find hers as I move quicker and quicker, her hips rising to meet mine. We come together, both crying out.
My body lies on top of hers, and I can feel her heart hammering in her chest.
“You might just make me love surprises,” I tell her in the glow of the room.
Mac’s arms come up around me. “I was wondering if you were going to fuck me from behind or if I was actually going to be able to hold you.” She strokes my back up and down with her fingertips. “I like lying here with you like this. Maybe being a brat has paid off for once.”
I laugh. “Maybe it’s just our way.”