A dim light slowly formed when he stepped into his bedroom, and although his movements had been hurried from the moment he picked me up in the elevator, his chest rose at an even pace as he set me back on my feet.
He gazed at me, his hands gently pushing my coat off my shoulders. The intensity of his stare left me speechless, leaving me standing with my mouth gaping open like an idiot.He didn’t speak, only carefully pulled on my clothing, starting with my long sleeve shirt, removing it over my head and tossing it to the floor. The cool blue eyes found my breasts, his head cocking as he studied my cleavage in the laced bra. I’d bought it especially for tonight, hopefully for this very moment.“You like your lingerie, don’t you?” he breathed, tracing the dip between my chest with his finger.I nodded. “Don’t you?”He glanced at me, then brought his eyes back to my chest, his finger tracing around my rib and to tI’d never had a serious enough relationship, or enough empathy to care, when a woman cried at my feet.All I wanted was to take away whatever was causing her stress, even if I were the problem. All I could do was run my hands along her shivering body, trying to offer her comfort the best I could until she was able to speak. She wasn’t swatting around my touch, at least that gave me some comfort that she wasn’t upset with me.“Here,” Keeping her in my lap, I reached to the side of my bed, grabbing a blanket from underneath the end table. I opened it around her, cocooning the soft fabric tightly around her bare body.“I’m, I’m…” she let out a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” she hiccupped.Cupping her cheek, I tried to make eye contact.“What exactly are you sorry for?”She took another deep breath, tears streaming down her cheeks and onto my fingers. “Fo
Breath through your nose, I chanted in my head. Don’t get sick, not here, not in front of Mack. But giving myself a pep talk was no use.Picking up Mack’s heavy arm by his wrist, I moved his arm and swung my legs out from under the covers, pausing for a moment when I sat up to catch my balance. I squeezed my eyes closed, but when I opened them, the room was spinning, and my stomach flipped, the uncomfortable bubble in my stomach shoving its way up my throat.I covered my mouth and found my feet, rounding the end of his bed and paced toward his bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before heaving out the mucus content that coated stomach. My body clenched and jolted, the dreadful noise of puking unable to control.Please, please, please keep sleeping… I begged in my head.Another heave came, my throat burning from the lack of contents coming out. This was the worst.“Kelsey?” To my horror, the raspy voice called out fro
I giggled while he nipped at each cheek, then my laughed came to a halt, my breath leaving me when his hand slipped between my legs, his fingers pressing eagerly to open me.“Lean forward,” he commanded. “Put your hands on the glass.”I gulped, then obeyed, the coolness of the glass door drastic from the heat of the steamy water.His fingers ran from rubbing the sensitive nub, along the rim of my entrance and further back. My toes curled from his slow movements, my hips tilting backward in anticipation.“You want it, don’t you,” he breathed, trailing his finger over my anus. I shivered from the slight touch, then gasped when he squeezed each cheek, spreading me open. I was completely exposed to him, and in a normal state of mind, I’d be mortified from the position, but my heart was racing with anticipation, a need rushing through me like a crazed animal.Warmth graced my skin, and a smooth, inviting
Her eyes widened, then a slow smile crept along her cheeks. “Right.”Happiness radiated from her the moment she thought of the babies. I finally understood what phrase ‘glowing’ meant.“You have to take care of yourself, even more so now.”She nodded, and I leaned in and kissed her sweetly. “You get dressed, and I’ll see what I have in my fridge. Are you okay with scrambled eggs and toast? I don’t think I have anything else. I had planned on eating at my mom’s over the holiday. I suppose we can order Chinese takeout later tonight.”Kelsey frowned and grabbed my wrist to stop me from leaving. “We can go to your moms, it’s Christmas after all.”I pulled her to my chest, doing my best to not stare at the blood spot bleeding through the hand towel. “My mother understands this Christmas might be different. She sent me a message last night after let telling me she&rsquo
“It’s not even seven, you dipshit.”I smirked at my best friend’s response. “Merry Christmas to you, too.”I heard rustling in the background. Most likely Cody was still in bed, and to my surprise, I heard a familiar voice in the background. “If that’s another woman…”“Of course not, babe. I’m not that big of a manwhore. It’s Mack.”Mindy, Kelsey’s best friend, had a terrible habit of sleeping with my best friend, who was not going to settle down anytime soon. I kept predicting his extracurriculars with her would blow up in his face.“What?! Is Kelsey with him?! Give me the phone!” Mindy said in the background.“He called me, not you,” Cody grumbled.“I don’t fucking care, ask him! Kelsey didn’t call me back!” She bickered.I rolled my eyes and sat on the bed. Here we go…“She probab
Mack met me in the hallway, holding a glass of water and two pills. “Take this first.” I did as he asked, then we both went into his room to change.“I’ll have to go through my clothes and make space for your things,” Mack said easily, stripping from his sweats and throwing on a dark pair of jeans.I’d almost forgotten Mack had asked me to move in with him. I was more than willing at the time, but the thought made me uneasy. Would living together work out for us? Our relationship had been so hush-hush and fast paced, that the small quirks we both might have could cause for living together to become unsuccessful.“I won’t make you put your things in the spare bedroom,” he teased, pulling me out of my thoughts.“We’ll figure it out,” I smiled, snatching my jeans from the floor and wiggling into them. I didn’t have any underwear, so going commando would have to do. “How fancy a
I flushed, recalling the evening. Mack had brought me to his fantasy night, and I was terrified of what I would be walking into. You can imagine my surprise when I the condo was filled with dudes drinking beer and holding magazines with players’ names and pads of paper. I’d never heard of fantasy baseball until that night. I’d seen a completely different side to Mack Craft. He was sweet and gentle, not the typical crass and harsh Mack Craft I’d dealt with at the office every day.“I’d like to come with you,” he murmured. “To Kansas, if you’ll have me.”I gulped before responding to him. “You’d be missing Portia and Gary’s party.”He side-eyed me. “You know I don’t care about parties. Especially if you’re not going to be there.”“What about car rides? It’s a twelve-hour drive.”He crinkled his eyebrows. “Or a three-hour flight.&r
Mack sat on the stool next me, anxiously watching Sharon go to work. “What was that you put in her head?”“Just a little numbing. It’ll be out of her system quickly.”Mack nodded, then set his hand on my lower back while Sharon pulled out her stitching equipment. He seemed more nervous than I was.Sharon caught Mack’s attentiveness out of the corner of her eye. “Still not a fan of needles, are you Mack?”“No, not at all.”Cody rounded the kitchen island and peeked over his mom’s shoulder. “You should ask Mack how he got that scar on his hip.”“That’s not necessary,” Mack grumbled.Sharon grinned while she slid the needle through my skin. “It was an easy patch job.”Cody leaned over the counter, his typical wicked grin in place. “He tried to catch a fly ball during a family softball game, and completely biffed it, landed on a