Concentrate, asshole, I tell myself, as her words catch up with me.
“What do you mean, I invited you?”
McKenna’s glare dissipates, and now she looks as confused as I do, as we both begin to realise someone has been manipulating us. The question is who, and why?
“I got an invite in the post. I thought you’d sent it to try to make up for all the shit that’s going on at the moment. I know you’ve tried to talk to me about it several times, and so I thought this was your way of getting me to listen,” she explains, and I can’t help but smile.
“Did you come here to give me a chance to talk, then?” My voice hitches at the end, as a ray of hope shines through.
Sadly, Mac is quick to smash all my hopes to dust as her face morphs into a mask of indifference, but at least she’s no longer trying to push me away. Her hands lay limply by her sides, and I ache for her to touch me again.
“What’s the point in talking, Finley? I want you to finally be fucking honest with me, to tell me what the hell is going on, and we both know that’s not going to happen. You will lie again, like you always do.” Her body sags, and she sounds almost defeated. “There was a time when I thought you’d never lie to me. Now I think that’s all you ever do. I don’t know if I can trust a single word that comes out of your mouth.”
Fuck! If that’s not like having a large blade shoved into your still beating heart, I don’t know what is.
“Mac… I want nothing more than to tell you the truth, but I mean it when I say it’s safer for you if you don’t know. But it doesn’t change the fact that you still know me, probably better than anyone else in the world. Just because you can’t trust my words, it doesn’t mean you can’t trust me. You know how I feel. Don’t ever doubt that.”
Reaching up, I cup her cheek with my hand, my thumb lightly tracing patterns along the underside of her eye. The feel of her soft skin sends a shiver down my arm, and when she finally relaxes into me, it feels amazing.
Moving it from laying limply by her side, she reaches up slowly to rest her hand on my hip, her delicate little fingers grasping hold of me as though she wants to pull me closer. With her other hand, she slides her fingers through my dirty-blonde hair, tugging slightly on the ends in a way that makes my dick perk up again.
“There was a time when I thought I knew how you felt,” she mumbles as her eyes drop so she’s no longer meeting my gaze, and I hate how fucking insecure she looks right now. A girl as fucking beautiful as McKenna should never doubt herself, ever, and I’m such an asshole for making her feel this way.
I tilt her chin so she has no choice but to look at me. When she does, I’m overcome by the emotion staring back at me. “Mac,ignore my words. Listen to my actions, my body, and trust your gut. You know how I feel.”
I might not be able to say the words, to tell her how I really feel, but deep down she knows the truth, and I have to trust in that. I tilt my pelvis, pressing my hard length against her stomach, and she gasps as she feels it. Her grip on my hip tightens.
She leans forward so that her cheek is right beside mine, her breath hitting my cheek as she whispers in my ear. “I can feel that you want me, but are you man enough to do anything about it?”
I hear the challenge in her voice, and I know she’s trying to provoke me—and boy, is it working. My head is telling me I should walk away. My life is a shitshow, and it’s not going to change anytime soon. Bringing Mac into my world will only make things more difficult, and she doesn’t deserve that. I can’t give her anything real or serious. I can fuck her now so she remembers this night for a long time, and I ruin her for all other guys, but I can never give her what she wants—what she deserves.
Knowing that, I should walk away. That’s the fairest thing to do. But fuck fair. I walked away and did the right thing when we were sixteen years old, and I’ve been fucking miserable ever since. No matter how many nameless, faceless pussies I stick my dick into, none of them have ever been her.
Now is my chance to get what I’ve always wanted, and I’m done doing the right thing. I’m the villain of her story, and the sooner Mac realises that, the better.
I take the hand that was resting on her cheek, and I thread it through her beautiful long blonde hair, gripping it tight enough that she hisses. Using my hand, I manoeuvre her head until it’s where I want it, then I slam my lips down against hers.
I wanted it to be a sweet, chaste kiss that spoke all the words I can’t say, but this raw, passionate, all-consuming kiss says so much more.
McKenna groans against my lips, and she doesn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss. Her hands grip hold of me even tighter, which I didn’t think was possible, and she presses her lips harder against mine. Slowly, I swipe my tongue along her lower lip, demanding the access I’ve waited so long for. She opens straight away, allowing me to slip into her mouth.
As soon as I taste her on my tongue, I know I’m gone.
It’s like I’ve been asleep my whole life, and one taste of her is all it takes to finally wake me up. As our tongues mingle and we fight each other for dominance, a small moan escapes from her throat, making my dick twitch painfully as it desperately tries to break free from my trousers.
I pull none too gently on her hair as I move her head, so when I finally drag my lips from hers, I’m easily able to continue peppering soft kisses across her jaw and down her neck.
Mac’s breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling at a rapid rate as she tries to claw back some control, but I won’t allow that. I want her head swimming with lust, so she’s too clouded to think things through. I don’t want her to think, as she may stop me, and I’m too far gone for that.
I continue kissing and sucking down her neck, and as soon as I find a sensitive spot at the base of her ear, her loud moan fills the room. With the hand that was caging her in, I slowly trace it down the side of her body, the soft satin of her dress beneath my fingertips. I don’t need to keep it beside her head anymore, as I’m caging her in with my hips and body. Though I suspect, even if I were to take a giant step back, she still wouldn’t let go of me. The fiery lust that shines in her eyes tells me she’s very here for this.
Once I’ve kissed down one side of her neck, I follow the line of her clavicle, kissing along until she has no choice but to flip her head in the opposite direction, exposing the other side of her throat. I kiss and nip at that side, exploring every inch of her soft, supple skin.
As soon my hand finishes exploring her curves, I reach up and palm her breast. Even though it’s covered by the silky green fabric, I can feel the outline of her hardening nipple. Her whimper is the only permission I need, and I quickly pull the top of her dress down.
It takes me less than a second to realise she’s not wearing a bra. “Naughty, McKenna. Did you forget your bra?” I ask, my voice thick with lust.
Before she has the chance to reply, I lower my head and take her nipple into my mouth, whilst I use my thumb and finger to grasp the other. I draw her sensitive nub into my mouth, flicking my tongue across the peak before nibbling it. Her sounds are like music to my fucking ears.
