Page 39 of Mac

Kate

The last few days with Mac had been incredible. The night I met him, I thought he was the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. But I was quickly learning there was so much more to him than good looks. The two of us had connected on a level I hadn’t expected. I felt comfortable talking about my childhood in greater detail, and he’d even started to help me sort out my feelings on my mom’s suicide, something I’d never really come to terms with. While Mac had resolved his issues with his parents abandoning him, he shared a lot on how he dealt with it growing up, and the fact that they were still alive and still wanted nothing to do with him. He didn’t hide his emotions with me like he did with everyone else.

I couldn’t get enough of him, and it was the same for him. He, of course, had club things to deal with and I had to work, but all of our free time was spent together. However, sneaking around was taking a toll on both of us.

Mac had to be careful when sneaking over to my place, often leaving the clubhouse late at night and walking back before the sun rose. But it was the only time we could be alone together.

I’d just walked in the door from my lunch shift and saw Mac sitting on my couch.

“Hi,” I greeted him as he got up and stalked over to me.

His lips came crashing down on mine. Automatically, my hands went to his hair where I pulled gently on the longer strands. My god, Mac could kiss. I could be content just kissing him. Well, that wasn’t true. I was lucky to know just how good he was at other things, and I didn’t want to miss out on those either.

“I missed you today.”

I didn’t want to sound too needy, but I could tell Mac liked hearing how much I wanted and needed him.

“What’s the plan tonight?” I asked, hoping the two of us could have a relaxing evening eating dinner and maybe watch a movie. Viking was still out of town, so we were keeping a low profile. We didn’t want anyone going to him before we had a chance to sit down and talk to him.

“I’m hanging out here until I have to head over to the clubhouse for church, then I’ll be back.”

“Church? Is Viking back? I wasn’t expecting him until tomorrow.” I tried not to sound too frantic, but I was sure I failed.

As much as I enjoyed building a relationship with my father, I was nervous about sitting down with him and explaining that I was dating Mac. What if he didn’t approve? Our relationship was still so new, I had no idea how Viking would react.

“I think Colt’s running the meeting tonight and Viking’s calling in from the road. Sometimes when he’s on a run, he has things to share that can’t wait until he gets back.”

Mac continued to kiss my neck as my hands played with the button of his jeans. “I guess we should be quick then, shouldn’t we?” I said with a grin as I gently pushed him back down on the couch.

I didn’t know what it was about Mac, but I’d become insatiable around him. Actually, I knew exactly what it was. I’d never been with anyone that made me feel beautiful and wanted before.

I sunk down to my knees in between his legs, making quick work of the button on his jeans. He was already hard, which wasn’t uncommon when we were together. His desire for me made me feel sexy and confident.

I yanked down his jeans and boxer briefs, freeing his massive cock. I had been with a couple of guys before Mac and no one compared to him. I took him in my hand, giving him a few strokes before taking him in my mouth.

The minute my tongue touched his tip, a low moan escaped his lips, and he closed his eyes. Feeling bold, I took him in as far as I could. His hands came up to gently cup my head. He didn’t force me down further, but instead guided me to the perfect rhythm. We were both lost in the pleasure I was giving him when he quickly pulled me off.

“I’ve got to get inside you,” he said as he pulled my dress up over my head. He wasn’t going to get any argument from me.

He reached down to his jeans on the floor and pulled a condom out. While he covered himself and pulled off the rest of his clothing, I finished removing my bra and panties.

“Up,” he directed as he playfully smacked my ass. “I’ve imagined you bent over this couch for a while.”

I needed him just as much as he needed me, so I hurried over to where he wanted me. The second I leaned over, he slammed into me from behind. He felt amazing. I couldn’t get enough.

He reached around me, gently rubbing the one spot that was sure to make me see stars. He kept up his intense pace until he felt me shatter beneath him. It only took a few more strokes before he was following me over the edge.

I felt wrung out and could barely move. Mac laid down on the couch and pulled me on top of him. We were both naked, and it was cold in my house, but I didn’t want to move. Instead, he pulled down the blanket I kept on the back of my couch and covered us.

“That was amazing,” I whispered. I was totally content at that moment and could have stayed there forever.

Unfortunately, the moment didn’t last long. “Get the fuck away from my daughter!” a booming voice yelled from my entryway, nearly causing me to fall off the couch.

Why was Viking in my house? He wasn’t supposed to be home yet. I couldn’t believe this was happening and couldn’t hide my complete mortification. I was suddenly very grateful for the blanket Mac had pulled down over the two of us. I sunk further into the couch, my cheeks feeling like they were on fire. I closed my eyes, hoping this was just some crazy nightmare, and if I kept them closed, everything would go away in just a minute.

Unlike me, Mac appeared to be perfectly calm. He slid out from under me, grabbing his jeans and putting them on before speaking in a steady voice.

“Viking…” he started, but was quickly interrupted.