I wanted to ask more, but I held my tongue. He didn’t say anything else, but I knew he wouldn’t. Not with Mindy and Cody so close to earshot.
“I’m going to get some sun,” I said, shuffling past him to my towel. Miraculously, I managed to keep my hands to myself while I maneuvered around him.Taking a book out of my bag, I laid down on my stomach where I had situated my towel. Opening the book, I began to read. The cushion I was laying on was off the front of the boat, a bar being the only object keeping me from being able to roll into the water.To my surprise, Mack came over and sat on the seat below where I was laying, his chest at the height of my feet. I chuckled while I looked over my shoulder. He had the other book from my bag in his hands. “Help yourself to my things.”He shrugged. “I’ve been meaning to read this one.” I raised a brow at him. It was a book about empowerment in the workfMack’s intensity soon matched mine, his hands finding my hips and grinding them against his pelvis. I gasped into his mouth from the friction. His swimsuit held nothing back, and I found my hand sneaking between us and under the elastic of his waist.“Ms. Neely, always up to no good,” he whispered against my lips, a soft groan escaping him when I wrapped my fingers around his shaft.“I learned from the best.”He smirked, his hand tugging my bottoms down my legs. “Don’t lose them,” I growled, squeezing his dick firmly.His chuckling morphed into a wince, then brought his lips to my ear. “Don’t worry, I’d never give anyone a chance at seeing your pretty pussy.”Wrapping my leg around his waist, I ground my hips down and he filled me to the brim.My head tilted back in bliss, the slight bite of lake water as lubricant not bothering me in the slightest. He kept one arm around my waist,
KelseyMy gut was twisted and nauseous from the sudden change in Mack’s temperament. It wasn’t the normal cranky and grumpy mood swings I’d grown used to, it was sad and afraid, a face Mack Craft never wore. I’d kept my composure while I laid on a lounger down by the lake with Mindy for the next few hours. Holding my tongue whenever Mack decided to make his appearance wasn’t going to be easy. Space. I knew he needed it, but my grasp on his cliff was about to slip, and I desperately needed him to give me his hand. His pain was becoming mine, and although I’d pieced together the root of his hurt, details would give me perspective on why he was the way he was, and maybe I could help him heal. “We should probably start getting ready for the party,” Mindy sighed, standing from her lounger. Cody was snoring next to her. She swatted his shoulder and startled him awake. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up.” I desperately needed a shower but was worried I’d run into Mack when he still needed hi
I assumed as much, but I sucked in my bottom lip, not wanting to cut him off or ask questions when he was finally opening up to me.“It was late, he had made me a promise that he’d take me out on the boat and let me drive it. Being a typical teenager, I was a dick about him not holding to his words. Against his better judgment, he took me out anyway and let me drive.”He exhaled deeply, his thumb brushing against my skin more rapidly. Shifting his head, he buried his nose into my hair. “I got the motor stuck in a low spot, and my dad had been hovering over the back trying to fix it.” His voice was a whisper now. “It all happened so fast.”He paused, and I hugged him tighter, sensing his discomfort. “It was too dark, and these kids on jet skis came roaring. I couldn’t see them; I could only hear their engines.”That explained why he’d froze and panicked earlier when the jet skiers had circled us.“One hit the boat, so forcefully it knocked my dad over the side and into the water.”His
Kelsey“Mr. Craft will be with you shortly.” The woman sitting at my former desk batted her eyelashes. Ms. Carmicheal was peppy and perky, having more grit than the last assistant, Ms. Biggle.She wouldn’t last more than a month.I took a seat across from her desk, giving her a smile, doing my best for it to not appear full of pity. No doubt Mack had already given her an earful about her casual attire and coffee skills. Setting down two to-go trays from Mack’s favorite restaurant, I smoothed over my new dress and crossed my legs. I bought stilettos a few weeks ago and hadn’t worn them because of the snow until now. They gave me a couple more inches than normal. The suede fabric was a fire engine red, matching my lipstick. Mack loved it when I wore the bold color.The stench of Au Hi Tuna and Sriracha seeped through the bottom of the takeout container, a smell I was used to. By the contorted face of Mack’s latest assistant, he hadn’t instructed her to order him one yet. “Would you li
I loved how delicately he stroked my skin under the conference table but spoke with confidence and pride. His hands were calm and collected while his voice was deep and composed. It reminded me of how he reacted in the sheets. Gentle yet controlling. He was the perfect blend of passion and dominance.“Knowing I’d get to see you this afternoon has gotten me through my morning,” I confessed. “This week has been a long one for me, too.”Mack snorted, holding his hand out toward his desk overflowing with papers. “You’re telling me.”Wiping my hands with my napkin, I threw it in the container along with my plastic fork, grabbing his as well to toss in the trash.“Come to my place tonight. Make my weekend,” he demanded, standing from his chair to head for his desk. He popped an Altoid in his mouth from his drawer to mask that terrible tuna smell and taste. He knew I wouldn’t kiss him with that stench coming from his breath. I smiled while sitting down. He followed me, pulling his chair in
“You’re the only woman allowed in my office,” he repeated, running his nose along my jaw. “The only woman allowed on my conference table.”“I better be,” I hushed against his ear, biting down on the soft skin to contain my moan. For as confident as I was, Mack knew I had insecurities when it came to other women making advances on him. He was gorgeous and successful; flocks of women were always throwing themselves at him.His arm began to thrust deeper inside of me, his fingers taking control over mine. His hands brought out the best orgasms, along with other appendages. “Do you have one?” I asked out of breath. His brows furrowed slightly while he analyzed my question, then smirked when the lightbulb clicked on in his head.Our mouths connected, our tongues mimicking the movement of our hands. The sensation was excellent, but I wanted more. I needed him inside of me. Reading my mind, he let go of the nape of my neck and reached into his pants pocket.I grinned against his lips when
He came inside of me, his shaft twitching in sync with his breathing. Kissing my ankle, he took a few big breaths, then let go of my wobbly thighs, setting them down on the table and reaching for my arms. Pulling me to a sitting position, he kissed my lips tenderly, holding my waist with his strong hands.“That makes everything better,” he sighed, hugging me to his chest. I hugged him back, resting my head on his shoulder.“Yes, it does. Most accomplished meeting I’ve had all week.”Mack chuckled and kissed my temple. “You should keep your clothes off during the remainder of this meeting.”Smiling, I leaned backward so I could look at his face. “We’ll never get anything done if being naked during meetings are a requirement.”He stroked my jaw and grinned. “I suppose you’re right.”Giving me one more kiss, he let me go, bending down to grab my dress and help slip it back over my head. “Doesn’t mean you have to wear the bra, though,” he winked. I like seeing your nipples when you walk
MackMy Friday night was spent fidgeting in my home office, debating if an impromptu trip to Kelsey’s apartment would work out in my favor. I understood she was a creature of habit and needed her sleep, but lately, the idea of playing house with her was becoming more and more appealing. Her reaction toward us coming out as a couple didn’t help with my latest desires. She froze in her chair, her eyes widening as if she’d seen a ghost. Why was the thought of being in public together so offensive to her? I didn’t think the issue was commitment. I knew she wasn’t sleeping with anyone else, we’d made a promise to one another that our intimacy would remain exclusive. But lately, that wasn’t enough. I needed more from her, and us not being on the same page was causing me anxiety. It wasn’t the same pent up, lost and guilty anxiety that stole my breath, the kind that came on when I’d internalize the death of my father. This anxiety was new, one that made me think twice about speaking freely
The telltale sound of his zipper sent a shiver down my back. He blew air through his nose, and I knew he was stroking himself. I wanted to spin around and help him, but he kept a firm hand on my hip, then skidded it to the front of my thigh, urging me to sit back on him. Both his arms stabilized me now, steadying me while I hovered over his shaft.The tip of his cock brushed against my clit and I shifted backward, engulfing his length between my folds. I found a rhythm that rubbed the sensitive bud perfectly.“That’s it baby, move how you like,” he murmured, keeping himself from driving into me, but encouraged the gyration of my hips with his palms.My hands were set on his desk, leaning as far forward as I could, giving me the leverage I needed to keep a steady pace.He groaned, palming my belly. I covered his hand, feeling a bond between the four of us. If I were out of the moment or trying to explain it to someone, they wouldn’t get it,
Seven Months LaterKelsey“Mrs. Craft, you’re glowing today!” Ms. Carmichael greeted, standing from her seat. She paced around her desk, taking me in from head to toe.I hadn’t been in the office in over a month due to the doctor’s orders. After our dash of a wedding with only a handful of people in attendance, bedrest was requested, and sitting around the apartment was causing me to go stir crazy.Ms. Carmichael crinkled her nose. “Does Mr. Craft know you’re coming to visit?”Holding up a container, I said, “No, I thought I’d bring him some lunch.” She chewed on her bottom lip, and I laughed. “Don’t worry, if he’s grumpy it’ll be geared towards me, not you.”She laughed, but the tension around her eyes proved she was timid toward calling him. I’d help with that. His eight months pregnant wife could interrupt his work.When I came in, the
MackThe day I had been planning for the past month was finally here, and although it didn’t go into motion until a month ago, I had imagined it happening since November. I’d dropped a pretty penny to make my vision become a reality, and with the help of Portia and my mother, Kelsey would be in awe and left speechless, and hopefully even more full of joy than she already was.I buttoned my light blue dress shirt while I stared at my sun kissed face in the mirror, still wondering if the past year had been a dream. It was on this day a year ago that I took the chance and closed the space between us in my office, opening a whole new world that neither of us expected to unravel. I was still just as hungry for her now as I was then, but now, I couldn’t live without her, and I was ready to take the final step to becoming fully committed.Kelsey came behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting his head between my shoulder blades. &ldquo
One Month LaterKelseyI inhaled the fresh salty air, basking in the warm sun I’d desperately longed for. Winter in Ohio was rough, and when Mack surprised me with tickets to a resort in the Florida Keys, I was ecstatic.My skin was smooth and hungry for the rays while I laid on the cozy outdoor lounger next to our private pool that overlooked the beach. Mack had jumped in the pool to cool off, and I was enjoying the view of his defined shoulder blades and biceps while he swam.I’d been exhausted the past three months, and found a new bundle of energy when he’d given me the airline ticket. I was going to take advantage of our alone time, and the pulse that awakened between my legs was going to make up for all the nights I’d fallen asleep before getting lost in him.Mack never complained, if anything, he was coddling me, and I was eager to take care of him, and soon. He climbed out of the pool, his forearms flexing alon
Small sized single showers weren’t intimidating to Mack Craft when he wanted sexy time together. You’d think I’d be gun shy when it came to shower sex considering I slipped and gauged my head the last time we messed around, but I was more than ready to have his hands on me. The close proximity made our time together all the more better.We crawled into bed after our thorough shower, Mack in sweats and me in one of his t-shirts, the heavy, Aztek designed quilt covering us both. Mack pulled me to his chest and tangled our legs together.He ran his fingers through my damn hair, taking turns between stroking and massaging. A softness was laced with his gaze, his brows relaxed as his eyes took me in. “Tell me about your day with my dad,” I asked him, wondering if the time he spent with him was partly why his temperament was easy.“It was eye-opening and much needed. I didn’t realize the reservations were so poverty stricken.&
She met my grin, and did as I asked, rolling to her side as I climbed off her, then continued unpacking.Kelsey must have been tired because her breathing had changed within minutes of closing her eyes. I loved watching her sleep. Something about her relaxed state was soothing and brought me comfort knowing she felt safe and cared for to sleep soundly.***Lunch with my mother came in what felt like the snap of my fingers, and I found myself sitting in my car giving myself a pep talk before joining her at her favorite restaurant. Normally we’d sit outside, but the weather was bitter cold and snow was still on the ground.“Don’t overthink this,” I murmured to myself, my hands sliding around the steering wheel. Taking another deep breath, I shut off the car and headed into the café.She was sitting at a table when I arrived, her back to me. Her dark hair was tied back into it’s perfect bun, her j
“Has Kelsey been hunting with you?” I asked as we sat on logs near the lake. Amos had started a fire and had butchered parts of the elk. I wasn’t expecting him to pull out cooking utensils and seasons from his backpack, prepared to roast whatever animal we’d come across for dinner.He took a long drag of his cigarette before answer. “No, she hasn’t. I wish I had taught her, but it’s not my people’s way. Hunting is meant for the man, not the woman. I know that’s a stereotype the world doesn’t like to hear, but it’s our culture, and if our people don’t like it, they don’t have to do it. We don’t hold our own kind hostage.”I rested my elbows on my knees. “You don’t like that she has a career and lives in the city, do you?”Amos kept his eyes on the flames, watching the piece of meat cook. “I wish she were closer to home. I’m glad she’s foun
I found myself getting into Talon’s basketball game. He was pretty athletic, and ran the court with assertiveness. I wasn’t surprised, the kid had a strong disposition, and leadership would be in his future if he kept it up.Carsyn sat on Kelsey’s lap for most of the game, talking her ear off until she gave him her phone to play with. I didn’t mind that he was chatty, he didn’t require answers from me or Amos, so we were able to focus on the game. Amos was more interested than I would have predicted, and even cheered for his boy. Simon was on the end of the bench as one of the assistant coaches, the one who made sure they were all hydrated and encouraged.“You’ll have fun,” Kelsey said while Simon mingled with some of the other parents just outside of the gym in the parking lot, and Amos gave Talon his fatherly recap of the basketball game. “My dad is a big teddy bear.”I touched her cheek. “I&rsq
“Sorry I passed out last night,” Kelsey said when I emerged from the bathroom. I’d woken up a few hours earlier, unable to fall back asleep, so I plugged in my computer and ran through some emails while she continued to sleep. As badly as I wanted to wake her for a shower, she needed her rest.“I was tired too,” I admitted. My eyes closed nearly as fast as hers did.I’d woken up when she had her first round of morning sickness, but didn’t want her to realize I’d heard her. I knew she felt awkward when I’d try to comfort her, and I also knew if I started to move around, she wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep. She needed to rest more now that she was growing two babies.She stood from the bed and stretched, her hips showing when her arms rose into the air. She’d thrown on one of my white undershirts, and like normal, her nipples were poking against the thin fabric to say good morning. Reaching out