Page 24 of The Facilitator, Part 2

I wouldn’t text as well; every now and again I’d hear Scott’s accusation I was a nag, in my head.

Once the ten o’clock news had finished, I switched off the television and headed upstairs to the bedroom.

I stripped and stood in the bathroom teasing stray hairs from my brows.

I took the opportunity of being alone to shave under my arms. Feminine matters such as hair removal wasn’t something I liked to do in front of any man.

Once done, I switched on the shower. I was bent doubled over shaving my leg when I felt hands on my hips. I not only screamed but nicked my skin as well. I slipped on the wet tiles as I spun around to see a laughing naked Mackenzie.

“You frightened me,” I said.

“I’m sorry. I’ve had the shittiest day, and when I saw you, ass in the air, I thought my day had just gotten a whole lot better.”

He wrapped his arms around me.

“What happened today?” I asked.

“I think I’d rather concentrate on your naked body than my day, for the moment,” he replied.

“I think I’d rather you did that as well.”

I raised one leg and hooked it over his hip; he held it as he stepped closer.

His erection pressed into my stomach and he wrapped his free hand around the back of my neck.

At first he just rested his forehead against mine, staring at me.

I couldn’t focus on him that close, so I closed my eyes and reached to kiss him.

His kiss was gentle, tender, and loving.

His hand ran the length of my thigh as the warm water poured over us.

He reached down to grab my other leg. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him as he took the couple of steps needed to pin me against the tiled wall.

It was cool against my back. His kiss strengthened from gentle and loving to fierce and claiming.

His moan reverberated inside me and his erection pressed firmly into my stomach.

As he held my legs around him, I reached down and gripped his cock, and I angled myself ready for him.

With just one thrust he was inside me where he stilled.

If I thought orgasm denial wasn’t pleasant, to have the full length of him completely still inside me was worse.

There wasn’t much I could do; I was pinned to the fucking wall.

I bit down on his tongue and his lip and he chuckled.

I tried to rock myself against him, but it was impossible. I pulled my head back.

“Fuck me, Mackenzie,” I said, staring at him.

He smiled and gave one small nod of his head.

He rocked gently back and forth, rotating his hips slightly as he did.

The friction caused my stomach to tighten.

The warm water continued to flow over him and splashed onto my skin.

I wasn’t sure if the goose bumps were from where it had chilled or the way Mackenzie was grinding deep into me.

I rested my head back against the tiled wall as he licked the skin on my throat, catching drips of water on his tongue.

“I love you,” he whispered into my skin.

I didn’t get the chance to reply; as I opened my mouth to speak it was a moan that left my body.

He had pulled out and slammed back into me with such force my back scraped against the tiled wall.

He was rough and I loved every second of him taking what he needed from me.

I cried out his name as I came, and he growled out mine at the same time.

Immediately, he let go of my legs and I stood as he dropped to his knees.

He grabbed my hips, and while his cum slid to my thighs, he licked and nipped at my clitoris.

I gripped his head as his tongue ran over the swollen and overly sensitive bud, prolonging the tightening muscles in my stomach, the shivering to my skin, and the heat that chased static over my body.

When I could stand it no more, I pushed his head away.

He laughed as I slid down the wall until I was sitting, my legs at either side of him, on the shower floor.

“Oh God, that was…awful and nice,” I said. “I’m sure my hip is dislocated.”

Mackenzie stood and reached out to me. I took both his hands in mine and he helped me to my feet. He kissed the tip of my nose as he stepped back into the jets of water after resetting the timer. While he soaped himself, I finished shaving my legs before doing the same.

Mackenzie was sitting on the edge of the bed with a towel around his waist when I walked back into the bedroom.

“We had a strange telephone call this evening,” I said, as I sat naked at the dressing table to moisturise my skin.

“A strange call?” he asked. He stood and held out his hands for me to pour some cream on his palms. He massaged the cream into the back of my neck and shoulders.

“Yes, an American woman. Asked for you and wouldn’t tell me her name.”

“Addison?” he asked, as he looked at my reflection in the mirror.

“That’s that strange thing, unless she was disguising her voice, I don’t think so. She sounded much younger, the more I think about it. Maybe late teens, early adult.”

“Well, we know it can’t be a child I have no knowledge of,” he joked. “I think we need to get the phone number changed.”

“I disagree. What if it’s someone who needs your help?” I said.

“We won’t be here for the next week.”

“Kerry will be.”

“Okay, you checked to see if we could recall the number?”

“I did, it wasn’t recorded. But you know something else? If she was calling from abroad there would be a delay; there wasn’t. I’ve just thought about that. She might very well have been calling from the UK.”

“Even stranger. I know some Americans, of course. I think I might have Mary call around and see if anyone was trying to contact me. Although, I don’t know anyone who would have this house number. I don’t think I’ve ever given it out. We have a landline for Internet and the alarm company, mainly.”

He had finished massaging cream into my skin, and I watched as he looked at his hands.

“You should put that on your face,” I said.

“No thanks. I’ll take my chances with aging and sun damage, and whatever else men got before some multi-billionaire convinced women this would save their skin from the elements.” He laughed as he pulled the towel from my head and wiped his hands clean.

“Did the call worry you?” he asked, changing the subject somewhat.

“No, it annoyed me at the time. Whoever it was certainly didn’t want to speak to me, but the more I thought about it, the more I think now, the caller was distracted rather than just rude. I don’t know if that makes sense, or even why I feel that way.”

“You are pretty intuitive. Let’s see if they call back. I might divert the house phone to my cell.”

“I think that would be a good idea, other than the time difference. If she called from the UK, she won’t be calling during our daytime, will she?”

Mackenzie had slid under the duvet and was reading from a newspaper.

He rarely read anything other than a select few biographies or work papers.

I spent the next half an hour drying my hair and by the time I was done, the newspaper had slipped from the bed and Mackenzie’s eyes were closed.

I gently climbed into the bed beside him; I wanted to adjust his pillows so he didn’t wake with a stiff neck. Instead, I just looked at him.

His dark hair flopped over his forehead and his enviable long eyelashes rested on the skin under his eyes.

His chest rose and fell evenly. I looked at his hands, fingers that had given me such pleasure over the past few months.

I wondered if he’d ever worn, or would wear, a wedding ring.

I blinked back the thought. Marriage wasn’t a word either of us uttered, although divorce had been, of course.

I didn’t think we were in a rush to potentially spoil what we had.

It was clear, without words, we were committed to each other long term. We didn’t need a licence to prove that.

Mackenzie’s eyelids fluttered open as if he’d been aware I was studying him.

“I was going to adjust your pillows,” I said, quietly. He slid down the bed and reached out for me.

“Let me hold you,” he said.

I snuggled into him, feeling his warm skin against mine. He nuzzled into the side of my head.