“Speaking of,” Mac interrupted, “we need to go. Don’t want to keep thebosswaiting.”
I stood, putting my peanut butter back on the table. I stepped into Mac, running my hands through his hair before running them down his neck to his arms. His eyes were still a blue so dark, they were like a bottomless sea. A sure sign he was either stressed, angry, or both.
I grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms around me. “You’ll figure it out. Whatever else, you’re a good leader, Mac. Your people like and respect you. That’s all that matters.” I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed him, licking his lower lip until he opened to me with a groan. His hands tightened on my waist, before sliding down to my ass. I wrapped my arms back around his neck, and moaned intohis mouth.
“Um, excuse me. My pants are getting tight. I thought we had somewhere to be?”
I smiled over Mac’s shoulder at Dalton, who was indeed sporting an impressive hard-on.
“You’re just jealous.”
I stepped away from Mac and he smacked me on the ass as I walked over to his brother. I was really starting to like this two-for-one deal. Dalton picked me up and set me on the table in one smooth move. I wrapped my legs around him, pressing my core against his length. He tilted my head back with one hand, and kissed me as deeply as his brother had. With the other, he slipped his hand under my t-shirt and wrapped it around my breast. He made a sound of pleasure when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra. He rolled my nipple between his fingers, and I whimpered at the delicious mix of pleasure and pain.
“We’re going to be late.” Mac’s voice was thick and low.
I broke away from Dalton, who gave me a crooked grin. “Look who’s jealous now.”
I ran my eyes over Mac, who was also incredibly hard. Ugh, I absolutely didn’t want them to leave. Stupid Silas.
Dalton kissed me on the neck on his way out the door. “I’ll talk to you later, Vixen, baby.” Before Mac could follow him, I grabbed his hand, and he raised an eyebrow at me. Not giving myself a chance to overthink it, I cupped Mac’s cock in my hand over his jeans. I gripped him firmly, teasing him and feeling him growing even bigger in my hand.
“I like to think I’m a patient woman, but I’m growing cobwebs down there. When are you going to give me what I want, Mac?”
He stepped away from me, and I was disappointed until he moved behind me and pressed himself against my ass. He reached around me and tucked his hand into the waistband of my sweats. I was holding my breath, which Ireleased in a moan when he slid his palm over my opening. I leaned back against him, letting my head loll against his shoulder.
“Is this what you’ve been wanting, gorgeous?” He slid two fingers between my lips. “So wet for me, Vixen.”
I shivered, my knees fighting to keep me upright. He rubbed small, tight circles over my clit and I bucked in his hold. Fuck me, that felt good.
“You’ve been healing, Vixen.” He slipped a finger inside of me. “When I fuck you for the first time, I don’t want to be gentle.” He slipped another finger inside of me, and I was practically panting. He pumped his fingers in and out of me, and I ground against him. “When I fuck you, I want to slam my cock into you and shake the fucking bed. When you come, I want to feel this pretty little pussy squeeze my cock so hard as you shatter around me.”
I whimpered as he put another finger inside of me. “Fuck, Mac, baby, please…”
“Do you want to come for me, Vixen? Is this what you need, gorgeous?”
His relentless pace got faster, his three fingers working my pussy with expertise. I was so fucking close, and when I told him as much, he used his other hand to squeeze my breast.
“Come for me, gorgeous. I want you to coat my fingers in your sweet juices. Come for me, Vixen.”
I shouted as I came, my pussy gushing as he worked me through one of the best orgasms of my life. I was a trembling mess, and that was just from the man’s fingers. When he slid his fingers out of me, they made a thick, wet sound, and he pushed them into my mouth. I sucked on them greedily and he said, “That’s my girl. Soon, Vixen, soon.”
He kissed me goodbye, despite my doing my best to make him stay. I watched out the window as he walked towards his brother, who was leaning against the truck. Dalton gave Mac a knowing smirk, and Mac shoved him, nearly knocking Dalton on his ass. I couldn’t help butlaugh at their antics. Before climbing into the passenger side, Dalton turned back to where I stood in the window, and he winked at me. My thighs were still damp from my release, and damn if I didn’t want more. I watched them drive away, and then headed back to the kitchen.
Halfway there, I froze. My eyes found the potted fern in the corner of the living room. The fern with a mic hidden in the dirt.
Holy fucking shit.
What had I been thinking? How had I forgotten?
They heard that. Heard me. My heart beat a frantic pattern in my chest.
As my mind raced, I came to a sudden realization—an understanding with myself. They were already judging me. Braxton knew I was becoming more involved than I should be. He had warned me to stay away in that hospital room. I was walking a fine line. But, at some point, I stopped caring. I told myself that the mission didn’t include celibacy. And, as long as it didn’t keep me from doing my job, I was allowed a little fun. At least that’s what I told myself. I eyed the hidden device again, chewing on my bottom lip. I shook my head, as if I could dislodge the pesky worries by doing so, and continued towards the kitchen.
After putting up my peanut butter, I headed upstairs to my bedroom. I figured if I was going to make this house a home, I would start here and work my way through. I started unpacking boxes, hanging and folding clothes with music blaring from the Bluetooth speaker I had connected my phone to. With all my clothes put away, I grabbed the box with my new shoe rack in it, and sat on the floor. It was relatively easy to put together, and I tucked it into the back of my closet. I had pried a board loose in the back, stashing a few things there. The bedroom was a decent size, with two windows that brought in lots of natural light—with one over the bed and one facing the small yard. The closet was twice as big as the one in my old apartment, and Mac hadmounted a TV in my room for me.
I made my way into the hallway, a small space at the top of the stairs with my bedroom at one end, and the main bathroom at the other. I was a little disappointed not to have a connecting bathroom, but had decided to deal with it. The bathroom didn’t have a tub, but a super-nice shower and a vanity with plenty of room for getting ready in the morning. It also had a distinctly musty smell, so I turned my attention to cleaning it until it shone.
I decided that I was going to have to replace the blinding, and very unflattering, fluorescents as soon as possible. I had found a turtle-themed bathroom set online, and with it, the room was now properly decked out. Dalton had found me a bunch of little turtle figurines at a local yard sale, and had looked incredibly amused when I squealed in delight. I freaking love turtles, man.
