Page 362 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

MAC

Holy hell, we’d been fixed up. Not a simple blind date, but serious planning had gone into it. The plane, the apartment, the fundraiser. All of it.

I wasn’t mad at the guys. In fact, I owed them a beer or two.

Because without their meddling, I wouldn’t have met Georgia. And that would have been a fucking shame.

I moved the laptop out of the way, then pulled her onto my lap so she straddled me. The bottom of her pretty dress billowed around us and I took advantage and slid my hands up her bare thighs to cup her ass cheeks again. I liked summer clothing on her, and the easy access.

“You’re not upset?” she asked as I kissed along her jaw, tilting her head for me to have better access.

“No. Not at all,” I said, making my way to her neck. “I’m taking you home. Back to Hunter Valley and my bed. Andy was right. I tried it and liked it.”

I found the little tie at the back of her neck and–yes! The entire top of her dress dropped to her waist. I was sure there was some name for it, but it was definitely invented by a man who loved his woman’s tits and wanted to get to them as easily as possible.

“Are you upset?” I asked. They had organized a job specifically to get her to Montana and me and I worried she’d feel devalued for that. I wouldn’t blame her.

She shook her head as I cupped her tits in her strapless bra. “No,” she whispered. “God, no. Amazed. The only thing I would change…” she began, but stopped when I undid the bra and flung it aside.

“Is?” I asked as I played with her nipples, watching them harden. Fuck, I loved her tits. Big. Heavy. Full. Mine.

Whatever her worry, I’d take care of it. It was my job now to keep her happy and I wasn’t stopping. Ever.

“Is my thoughts earlier about fucking in my childhood bedroom.”

My hands stilled and I looked in her dark eyes. “You don’t want to?”

We were in her mother’s house and she and Andy were downstairs.

She set her hands on top of mine and licked her lips. “Oh, I do. I so do. I’ve never done anything in here like this.”

“You didn’t play with your toy submarine?” I asked, lifting my head and meeting her eyes.

She smiled, taking one of my hands and sliding it beneath her dress and over her pussy. I could feel how wet she was through her panties.

“Oh, I played with that, but not a man.”

“I’m your first?” Hooking her panties to the side, I slid two fingers into her. She clenched around them and my dick was telling me to let him in on the fun. “Fuck.”

She began to ride my fingers, her hands going to my shoulders for balance. “Have you… have you ever fooled around in someone’s bedroom with their mother downstairs?”

“I did it with you in the laundry room, with Dad and Andy.” I watched her closely, seeing how her lids slid lower, her mouth opened and her tits jiggled with every little pant.

“You know what I mean,” she whispered, then moaned softly.

Leaning close, I nipped at her neck, then whispered in her ear. “Did I make out in a girlfriend’s bedroom in high school? No.”

Sure, I fooled around, but with Georgia dripping on my hand, I didn’t remember anyone who came before.

“I hope we’re not just making out,” she whimpered. “Mac, please.”

“Oh, hell no,” I growled. She was topless, sitting in my lap. Her pussy was pressed against my hard dick and the only thing keeping me from sliding into her were our clothes.

“Good. Don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop if you say it again,” I said, leaning down and peppering kisses across the tops of her perfect swells.

“Say what?”

“You love me.” I kissed her jaw, slipped my fingers from her and replaced it with my dick at her entrance.

“I love you,” she breathed.

“You need me.” I kissed her nose, then lowered her onto me.

“Oh, Mac,” she said, her eyes falling closed. “I need you.”

Fuck, she was tight. Perfect.

“Tell me that, someday, we’ll do this and make a baby.”

Her eyes flew open, then filled with tears. I wasn’t having her cry on my dick. I swiped them away immediately.

“I’m bare, gorgeous. Say you’re on birth control, or we could be making that baby right now.”

She clenched around me. “I’ve got an IUD.”

For the first time ever, I had a twinge of disappointment and caveman possessiveness, that the first time I took her bare that my boys wouldn’t get the job done.

“Then this’ll be practice.” My hips rocked up, my dick needing to move in her. Fuck, she was so warm and wet and tight and fucking perfect.

“Practice,” she agreed, smiling brilliantly. Yeah, that was a real smile.

“Now fuck me.” I kissed her mouth, lifting her up and pressing her down on my lap.

“Yes, fuck me,” she repeated, looking me in the eye. Yeah. She was mine. “Quietly.”