My spine tried to slither away and hide, and in the process my whole body gave a shudder. Fuck. That did not sound good.
But I’d agreed to this. Jail would be even worse, right? There’d be people watching me eat there, too. And the food wouldn’t be five-star. No cheesecake in jail. I had to hold onto that thought to comfort me through whatever MacKenna would do next.
At least I had cheesecake.
With that in mind, I hurried through the salad, eating it only out of stubbornness, and then shoved the dish away in favor of the silver platter holding my three desserts. Well, not real silver, obviously. It would’ve been if MacKenna had any taste or style.
And clearly, I was grasping at straws to distract myself from MacKenna’s hand moving steadily along the length of his cock, the stroke of his thumb over the head, the glow of his eyes as they rested on me without a moment’s respite.
Gods, this cheesecake was good. Everything I’d ordered could’ve taken pride of place in any of the best restaurants I’d ever patronized, in fact. The first bite melted on my tongue, smooth and creamy and sensual.
I licked a trace of it off my lips, and as I did, I glanced up.
And found MacKenna’s eyes fixed on my mouth.
My own cock throbbed almost painfully in my jeans. His stood straight up now.
I didn’t want him, I didn’t, but the force of his desire—and apparently I’d been wrong about him not being too eager, he’d just been biding his time, and that was so much more hair-raising than if he’d thrown me over his shoulder—had me squirming in my chair, my whole body on alert and responding helplessly.
Fuck that. Alphas were never helpless. Making him work for it. That’s what I was doing. Taking control.
Obviously.
I forked up more of the cheesecake, slipped it into my mouth, and let out a little moan, pulling the fork out slowly and chasing it with my tongue.
MacKenna’s jaw worked, his eyes glowing brighter.
The last bite of cheesecake went down, and I set my fork on the plate carefully without so much as a clink to give away the racing heartbeat that’d set my limbs vibrating. Everything tingled.
“All right,” I said. “I’m done. For now.”
Without letting go of his cock, MacKenna leaned over and poked his phone with the other hand. “I gave you ten minutes. You took eighteen.” He glanced up and grinned at me, giving his cock another leisurely stroke from root to tip, the flushed cockhead shiny and mesmerizing as it disappeared between his long fingers. “You’re paying for that too. Get in the bedroom and strip, Castelli.”
Chapter 5
Eight Minutes
The walk to the bedroom felt endless. All the stalling and attempted mind games (which I’d lost, and the clenching in the pit of my stomach and the sweat on my spine made that abundantly clear) had distracted me from the reality of what we were going to do.
But I didn’t have any distractions now, not with MacKenna practically breathing down my neck and the doorway of his bedroom looming in front of me.
His bed loomed even larger when I stepped through. I’d been a little taken aback by his impersonal lifestyle, the way he didn’t splash out as much as he could have with little luxuries even when it would’ve made him more comfortable, but his enormous bed made me reevaluate. It had to have been brought in custom; maybe they’d even had to remove part of the wall.
More than big enough for two alphas.
And it looked sturdy enough to hold up to the force of an alpha fucking an alpha, too, with its heavy dark wood frame. No footboard, though.
The better to bend you over with, my dear.
His crisp white sheets and plain black duvet cover screamed the same lack of personal touch as the rest of the place, in contrast to the bed itself. Interesting.
And there, I’d distracted myself again.
Good for me, except that MacKenna said from right behind me, “I don’t have all fucking day, Castelli,” and I jumped. And then, as if he’d read my mind, he added, “Strip and bend over the foot of the bed. I need to get back to work.”
“Well, aren’t you a silver-tongued romantic,” I muttered without thinking.
His laugh cracked like a whip and made me flinch, my shoulders tensing.
