I bit back a moan when he stepped under the showerhead and rivulets of warm water cascaded over his golden flesh. Wet hair fell into his eyes as he stared down at me with an intensity that left me squirming.
Without warning, I was lifted into his arms, my back pinned to the tile wall. The contrast of the hot, hard body pressed to mine and the cold shower wall made my head swim. But it damn near exploded when his cock shoved inside me in a single slam.
My mouth opened to suck in air, but my lungs wouldn’t expand. Fingers dug into my ass so hard that I knew there’d be bruises left behind. Mac spread me open wider, grunting dirty words in my ear about how good I felt, how he’d never get enough, and claiming me as his.
There wasn’t time for doubt to creep in—that it was just the lust talking on that final point—because he changed tactics. Instead of pounding into me, he switched it up so that he was lifting my body while holding his stationary, practically bouncing me on his cock.
A dull thud sounded when my head dropped back, the pleasure closing in on me from all sides as he hit the perfect spot.
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
Hoarse words came in reply. “Honey, I couldn’t fucking stop if a tornado blew through this cabin.”
Groaning, I chastised, “You can’t say that around these parts. That could actually happen.”
“Bring it on. Still wouldn’t stop me.”
My insides coiled tighter and tighter, his pelvis grazing my clit each time our bodies crashed together. Like a live wire, I sparked, getting ready to catch fire.
I could tell he was close when he gritted out, “Need you to come.”
My nails dug into his shoulders. “I’m right there.”
He pulled me down one final time, grinding us together, and that set me off. My back bowed, my pussy clamped down, and I screamed his name on repeat as bliss shot out toward my extremities.
“Fuck, Aspen.” Mac’s guttural groan accompanied those words, and his dick pulsed within me.
The water had cooled with how long we’d spent under it, but neither of us made a move to exit, still connected as we caught our breath.
I stroked Mac’s wet hair away from where his face was buried in my neck and smiled to myself.
Never again would I take a shower and not think of him.
Chapter 25
Mac
If given the choice,I would have spent a second straight day in bed with Aspen, but it was Christmas Day, and the holiday demanded time spent with her family.
Both of us were running on fumes, having barely slept the past forty-eight hours, but it was so worth it. Even now, as we stepped into her parents’ home, I craved her. Simply removing her coat and catching a whiff of her shampoo was enough to have my cock thickening painfully.
Cool it down, man. Taking a few hours off from fucking the most incredible girl you’ve ever met won’t kill you. If anything, it’ll give your dick a chance to recover. You’re lucky you haven’t rubbed it raw yet.
“Merry Christmas,” Aspen rasped, voice hoarse.
A smug satisfaction surged in my veins. I might not have taken away her voice completely, but I’d gotten pretty close.
Daisy’s forehead wrinkled as she moved closer to assess her daughter. “You sound like you’re coming down with a cold, honey.”
My snicker was barely concealed behind a fake cough as Aspen shot me a warning glare to keep my mouth shut.
Daisy’s concerned eyes shifted from Aspen to me. “Looks like you’ve both caught it. I’ll make you some herbal tea with honey.”
“Oh, Mama, you don’t have to—” Aspen began to protest.
“Nonsense.” Her mother waved her off. “You’re under my roof, and it’s my job to take care of you.”
Aspen sighed, knowing she wouldn’t win this argument.