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Chapter Twenty-Four

M ac

“Well, McKenzie, I have to say I’m impressed with your recovery,” Dr. Rodriguez said, as she clicked through my chart with a satisfied nod. “Your lung function is nearly back to normal, and the surgical sites have healed beautifully.”

I sat perched on the edge of the examination table, my heart racing with anticipation. After eight long weeks of careful movements, limited activities, and Rage hovering over me like I might break if I breathed too hard, I was more than ready for this appointment.

“So what you’re saying is that I can do everything I did before…” I trailed off, hoping she’d fill in the blank with exactly what I wanted to hear.

Dr. Rodriguez smiled, seeing right through me. “Yes, you’re cleared to resume all normal activities. And by all,“ she emphasized with a knowing look, “I do mean all.”

Heat crept into my cheeks.

“Thank the Gods.” I was horny and needed my man to touch me again. I didn’t say that, of course. Instead, I went with another truth. “If I have to endure one more day of being treated like I’m made of glass, I might lost my mind.”

She laughed, closing my chart. “Just remember to listen to your body. If something hurts, stop. The human body is remarkably resilient, but it does have limits.”

“Understood,” I promised, already sliding off the table and reaching for my purse.

“And McKenzie?” Dr. Rodriguez called as I headed for the door. “Congratulations on your engagement.”

My right hand automatically went to the ring on my finger. “Thank you.” I smiled.

Getting to call Rage my fiancé still gave me butterflies.

So did the thought of what I had planned for tonight.

I was a ball of nerves on the ride home. Rage was at the clubhouse for another meeting and wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours, which gave me plenty of time to set everything up.

Sarah had moved out last week, into her own apartment with—surprise, surprise—Dread helping her with all the heavy lifting. Whatever was happening between those two was still undefined, but the way Dread looked at her reminded me of how Rage looked at me.

The guys had even started taking bets on how long until he’d break and claim her as his own. I was giving it until the end of the year.

When I made it home, Diesel greeted me at the door with his usual enthusiasm, nearly knocking me over in his excitement.

“Easy, boy,” I laughed, scratching behind his ears. “I know, I know. You missed me.”“

After letting him out into the backyard to do his business, I headed for the bedroom, my mind already running through the mental checklist of everything I needed to do before Rage got home.

I’d been planning this night for a week. I knew that Dr. Rodriguez would likely clear me at today’s appointment. Eight weeks of limited contact with my man had been torture. He wouldn’t touch me at all, wouldn’t let me touch him, and I was over it. He’d been so careful, so gentle, afraid of hurting me while I healed and I loved him for it.

But that ended tonight.

Opening my lingerie drawer that had gone untouched for too long, I pulled out the black lace set I’d ordered online last week. The balconette bra pushed my tits up in a way I knew would drive Rage crazy, and the matching thong left little to the imagination. I’d also splurged on black thigh-high stockings with lace tops that would cling to my legs without the need for garters.

Had I planned everything out to a T?

Yes, I had.

Did I mention I was horny for my man?

After a long, hot shower where I shaved, exfoliated, and buffed every inch of my body, I blow-dried my hair into soft waves that tumbled past my shoulders just the way Rage liked it. A touch of mascara, some tinted lip balm, a spritz of the cherry blossom body spray, and my look was complete.

Slipping into the lingerie, I assessed myself in the full-length mirror.

The bullet scar on my chest was still pink, a constant reminder of how close I’d come to never having another night like this. The one on my side was less visible, but no less significant.

For a moment, I studied the scars that decorated my body. At first they’d made me feel damaged and less beautiful. But as I looked at them in the mirror, they reminded me of how hard I’d fought to be here, to have this life with the man I loved.

Diesel’s excited barking from the living room announced that Rage was home. “Shit.”

Moving quickly, I lit the candles I’d placed around the room, hit the lights, and climbed onto the middle of the bed.

My heart was racing from nerves and excitement as I stretched out and propped myself up on one elbow in what I hoped was a seductive pose at the same time the front door was opening and closing.

Diesel’s nails clicked against the hardwood as he ran to greet his daddy was followed by Rage’s deep voice. “Where’s your momma, boy?”

I smiled to myself, adjusting my position one last time as I heard his footsteps moving down the hallway.

The bedroom door swung open and Rage filled the doorframe, still in his cut and boots, hair slightly windblown from the ride.

He stopped dead in his tracks, dark eyes widening as he took in the scene before him. His gaze traveled slowly from my face down to my stocking-clad feet and back up again, lingering on the lace barely containing my breasts.

“Fuck me,” he breathed, his voice dropping an octave.

I bit my lip, arousal pooling low in my belly at the naked hunger in his expression. “That’s the plan, baby.”

“What’s all this?” he asked, already shrugging out of his cut and kicking the door shut behind him.

I sat up and the movement caused my breasts to push further against the delicate lace. “Got the all clear from Dr. Rodriguez today.”

Understanding dawned on his face, followed by a look of such raw desire it made my pulse quicken. “Oh, yeah?”

“Mmm-hmm.” I nodded, watching as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing the tattooed expanse of his muscled chest. God, I’d missed this. “I thought we should celebrate.”

He stalked—no prowled toward the bed, his movements slow and predatory. “Do you have any idea what you look like right now?” His voice was rough with want. “Spread out on our bed like a fucking snack.”

I shivered at his words, heat building between my thighs. “I’ve missed you touching me. Really touching me.”

“Baby,” he growled, reaching the edge of the bed and looking down at me. “I’ve dreamed about this. About having you underneath me, feeling you come around my cock.”

A shiver racked through me. I loved when he talked dirty. “Then what are you waiting for?” I spread my legs wider.

That was all the invitation he needed. In one fluid motion, he had me pinned to the mattress, his body covering mine as his mouth claimed me in a kiss that was nothing like the careful ones we’d shared during my recovery. This was hungry, desperate, consuming.

I moaned against his lips, arching up to press myself against the hard planes of his chest. His hands were everywhere, reacquainting themselves with my body, trailing fire in their wake.

“Been going out of my fucking mind,” he muttered between kisses as his mouth moved down my neck, biting gently at the sensitive spot below my ear that always made me gasp. “Watching you walk around in those little shorts, seeing you bend over to pick something up. Fucking torture.”

I laughed breathlessly, my fingers tangling in his hair as he continued his journey downward. “I almost jumped you in the shower this morning.”

His eyes flicked up to mine, a wicked smile curling his lips. “Why didn’t you?”

“Because you would have stopped me,” I pouted, knowing I was right. “You’ve been treating me like I might break.”

“Because you almost did,” he said, his voice suddenly serious as his fingers grazed the scar on my chest. “I almost lost you, baby.”

I caught his hand, pressing it more firmly against my chest. “But I didn’t. I’m here. I’m whole. And I need my man to fuck me like he means it.”

A growl rumbled through his chest at my statement. “Is that what you want, baby?” He pulled down the cups of my lingerie just enough to free my nipples. “Want me to fuck you hard?” His eyes held mine as his mouth closed around the hardened bud and sucked before releasing it with a pop. “Remind you who this pussy belongs to?”

“Yes,” I breathed, not caring how desperate I sounded. “Please, Rage.”

He chuckled low as his hands moved to cup my breasts. “Since you asked so nicely.” His thumbs brushed over my nipples. “But first, I think I need to appreciate this little outfit you’ve got on. Did you buy this just for me?”

I nodded, unable to form words as he continued his gentle torture.

“Stand up,” he commanded suddenly, moving back to give me space. “Let me see all of you.”

Though my legs felt shaky, I obeyed, slipping off the bed to stand before him. His hungry gaze made me feel powerful, wanted in a way only he could make me feel.

“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice gruff. “Slowly.”

I did as he asked, turning in a slow circle that gave him a view of every angle. When I faced him again, his jaw was clenched tight, his hands fisted at his sides like he was physically restraining himself from touching me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said reverently. “And all mine.”

“All yours,” I confirmed, stepping closer until I stood between his spread knees where he sat on the edge of the bed.

His hands came to rest on my hips, thumbs tracing the edges of the lace thong. “I want to rip this off you,” he admitted, looking up at me with heat in his eyes. “But it looks expensive.”

I laughed, cupping his face in my hands. “I don’t care. I can buy more. I want to feel your hands on me.”

Holding my stare, he hooked his fingers under the edge of the thong and tore the delicate fabric, letting the ruined garment fall to the floor. His hands then moved to the straps of the babydoll top and slid them down my arms until the material was pooled at my feet.

“Keep the stockings on,” he murmured, fingers ghosting across the lace tops that circled my thighs. “They’re fucking hot.”

I felt a rush of wetness between my legs at the raw desire in his voice. Suddenly impatient, I reached for the button of his jeans, but he caught my wrists, stopping me.

“Not yet,” he said, a wicked gleam in his eye. “My pussy needs a kiss.”

He stood, lifting me effortlessly and depositing me on the edge of the bed. Dropping to his knees beside the mattress, he pulled my hips closer to the edge so my legs dangled over the side.

“Rage,” I gasped as he pushed my thighs apart, exposing me completely to his hungry gaze.

“Missed this.” His hot breath fanned across my center, making me tremble with anticipation. “Missed the way you taste, the little sounds you make when I lick your pretty pussy.”

I whimpered, my head falling back against the mattress as he lowered his mouth, his tongue sweeping through my folds in one long torturous stroke.

“Oh God.” My hands shot out and gripped onto his hair as he feasted. My man was hungry.

It had been too long since I’d felt his skilled mouth working me over, bringing me to the edge only to back away, building my pleasure higher and higher with each swipe of his tongue. Two thick fingers slipped inside me while his lips continued sucking on my clit.

My head went back. “Yes.”

“That’s it, baby,” he growled against me. “Let me hear how much you’ve missed me.”

His fingers curled upward, finding that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

Oh god. It was too much.

“Rage,” I panted, my thighs beginning to shake. “I’m going to?—”

“Come for me,” he demanded, his fingers fucking me harder and faster. “Let go, baby.”

And that was all it took.

My orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, stealing my breath as my back arched and my fingers tightened in his hair. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through me as he worked me through it, not stopping until I was screaming out his name.

Rage lifted his head, his mouth and chin glistening with the evidence of my pleasure, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

“Damn,” I breathed. My limbs felt boneless as I stared up at the ceiling. “I think I just died and went to heaven.”

He grunted, rising to his feet to tower over me. “We’re just getting started, baby.”

I watched, mesmerized, as he unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down his legs to free his thick cock. He was hard and throbbing, the tip already shiny with a bead of precum. My mouth watered at the sight.

“I want to taste you too,” I said, pushing myself up on my elbows. “Let me?—”

“Later,” he cut me off, voice firm as he stroked himself once, twice, and again. “Right now, I need to be inside you. Need to feel your pussy wrapped around me. It’s been too fucking long.”

I couldn’t argue with that. I needed him just as desperately.

Moving further up on the bed, I spread my legs wide in invitation. “Then take what’s yours, baby.”

Rage’s control visibly snapped. He was on me in an instant, the solid weight of his body pressing me into the mattress as he positioned himself at my entrance.

“Look at me,”“ he demanded, one hand coming up to cup my face. “I want to see your eyes when I push inside you.”

I met his gaze, overwhelmed by the love and desire I saw there. “I love you,” I whispered, reaching up to run my fingers along the line of his jaw.

“I love you too.” His voice was thick with emotion. “More than anything.”

Then, with one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me to the hilt.

We both gasped.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. “You feel even better than I remembered. So tight, so fucking perfect.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, needing more. “Move, baby. Please.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Drawing his hips back, he thrust forward again, setting a rhythm that had me clawing at his shoulders and crying out with pleasure. Each stroke was hard, hitting all the right spots inside me.

“Is this what you needed?” he panted against my ear, his pace increasing. “My cock stretching you open, filling you up?”

“Yes,“ I moaned, meeting his thrusts with movements of my own. “God, yes.”

“Tell me,” he demanded, one hand sliding between us to circle my clit. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” I gasped, pleasure spiraling tighter in my core.

His movements grew more frantic, harder, deeper, as he chased his pleasure. “That’s right. You’re mine. This sweet pussy is mine. These perfect tits are mine.” He lowered his head to capture one nipple between his teeth, biting gently before soothing the sting with his tongue. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

My eyes squeezed shut as a second orgasm built rapidly. “Yours. All yours.”

His fingers moved faster against my clit, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his own release. “Come for me again, baby. I want to feel you squeezing my cock when you come.”

His dirty words, his touch, the feeling of him moving inside me was too much.

The tension that had been building low in my belly exploded and my entire body was rocked as I came harder than ever before.

“Fuck, Mac,” Rage groaned, his movements faltering as my pussy clenched around him. “That’s it, baby. So fucking good.”

With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep and found his own release, his body tensing above me as he filled me with his cum.

For several moments, we remained locked together, both breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. When he finally rolled to the side, he took me with him, keeping us joined as he tucked me against his chest.

“Holy shit,” I panted, unable to find words to describe how much I needed that.

“Yeah,“ he agreed, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Holy shit.”

I tilted my head back to look at him, finding his gaze already on me, soft and full of love. “I missed this,” I said simply. “Not just the sex. I missed us.”

His arms tightened around me. “I’m not going anywhere, baby. You’re stuck with me.”

“Promise?” I asked, my voice small.

His expression turned dark as one hand moved to trace the scar on my chest. “You’re mine, baby. Nothing and nobody will ever take you from me again.”

I covered his hand with mine, holding it against my heart. “Good, because I can’t breathe without you.”

A slow possessive smile spread across his face as his eyes dropped to my left hand, where the ring he’d put on my finger glittered in the candlelight. “You belong to me,” he said again, almost to himself.

My heart swelled at his words.

I didn’t care what anyone thought about my man’s possessive ways. He was mine, and I was his.

Rage’s heart belonged to me.

The End.