Page 12 of Mac's Vow

“No refunds. No returns,” he growled as he tossed the tube of ointment onto the bedspread. He plucked at her t-shirt. “This is cute, but it needs to come off.”

She bit her lip and gripped the hem of the shirt in her hands and started to tug, but Mac stopped her. “Need me to do it?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m much less stiff now. The bath really helped ease the muscles.”

Yeah, like he needed an image of her in that tub. Naked. Her breasts bobbing in the water as if begging to be sucked. While a porno played out in his head, Alyssa slipped out of the shirt. Next went the shorts. She sat with her legs pressed together on the bed. The only thing keeping Mac from pouncing and having his wicked way with her were the bruises littering her body. Her perfect, beautiful body. “Cameron will suffer for this,” he promised, his voice deep and raw from the sudden burst of rage coursing through him.

Alyssa scooted backward and lay down on the bed. She reached a hand toward him. “Cameron doesn’t belong in here, Mac. This is our moment. Don’t let him ruin it.”

She was right. Cameron had something precious and abused it. He’d burn in hell for that. Until then, Mac planned to cherish Alyssa. Before the night was through she would know how precious a gift she was to any man lucky enough to have her.

Mac put one knee on the bed then the other. He scooted closer until he was kneeling beside Alyssa. He picked up the tube of ointment and unscrewed the cap. “I’ll start on the bruise on your hip. I’m not sure it’s a good idea to put this stuff near your eye so we might just have to leave that one alone.”

She nodded; her hands fisted into the bedspread at her sides. “It’s not so bad anyway. I think the pain pills are kicking in. And I can put concealer on it before my next client on Wednesday to cover it up.”

Alyssa was a makeup artist and had set up shop out of the second bedroom in her apartment. From everything Jimmy had told him, she was doing well enough to pay her bills and not need a second part-time job. He was proud as hell of her success. That she’d chased her dream and was making it work. “You shouldn’t have to cover your face, damn it.”

“I agree, but I don’t want questions. At least not until Cameron and his father are behind bars.”

“And they will be,” he gritted out as he squirted a small portion of ointment on his fingers. He moved to her hip and massaged gently over the large, discolored area. Alyssa sighed and closed her eyes. Mac was so attuned to her every breath that he noticed the second all the tension seemed to leave her body. He smoothed his way over her skin, coating the entire area with the ointment, before squirting more onto his palm and massaging his way over her ribcage. The smooth feel of her ivory skin beneath his hands was all it took to distract him from his task. Soon, he was caressing the undersides of her breasts. Alyssa’s eyes popped open and her lips parted. God, she was beautiful. She didn’t have a tan like a lot of women. Her skin tone was the sweetest shade of alabaster. He’d loved that about her. That she didn’t go in for tanning beds. She’d said before that she didn’t want the wrinkles.

Mac pulled his hands away when he drew close to the bite mark. He picked up the tube and squeezed a small amount of the pain reliever onto his fingertips. His gaze sought hers. “Let me know if this hurts. At the slightest sting,” he murmured. She nodded, her sweet brown eyes watching his every move. Mac placed his fingers on the mark and gently rubbed in small circles. Cameron had bitten her. Like a fucking animal. Who the hell does something that cruel? Suddenly a small warm hand covered his forearm and Mac quickly stopped his ministrations.

“It’s okay, Mac,” Alyssa softly stated. “I’m okay.”

“He’ll never get his hands on another woman, Alyssa,” Mac declared, letting the beast out for just a moment. “Death or prison. That’s his future.”

She smiled, but it seemed forced to him. “I might not have wanted you and Jimmy to go up against Cameron and his father at first but knowing he’s out there and able to do all this to someone else will give me nightmares. I want him locked up as badly as you do.”

Good, they were on the same page there at least. He leaned down and kissed the bite, tasting a little of the ointment on his lips. “Any pain?” he asked as he kissed his way over to her breast. His dick swelled to painful proportions.

“No,” she whispered as her fingers dug into his short black hair. When his tongue dipped out and licked one turgid peak, Alyssa arched upward. “Oh, God.”

He watched her carefully for even a twinge of pain as he licked and suckled her breast. His hand lifted to the other one, cupping and squeezing. Alyssa’s head shot back and she closed her eyes tight. Ah, that was the way he remembered her. So eager. So responsive. Mac let his hand trail downward to her pussy, where he slid one finger between her lips. Fuck, she was wet already. He dipped his middle finger inside the tight opening, reveling at the way her legs spread wide on the bed to give him more room to play. Hell, he wanted to taste her there. Suck on her clit and swallow every drop of her juice. He moved downward, leaving little kisses in his wake, until he reached the apex of her thighs. He got up and moved between them, then spread her wider to make room for his shoulders. Mac’s gaze journeyed up the length of her curvy body and caught her watching him. Her sexy bedroom eyes locked on his as he dipped his head and tasted paradise.

Her thighs clenched around his head and Mac had to grip her legs and pull her open wider. He kissed her clit before licking her pink, puffy lips. Her legs started to close again, but Mac was stronger. He held onto her, keeping her firmly in place. “Are you in pain?”

“I will be if you stop, Mac,” she whimpered. “Please, don’t stop.”

He chuckled, loving the desperation in her tone. He felt the same. “Keep these pretty thighs open for me then,” he gently ordered. “I want this pussy.”

Mac quickly went back to his feast, tasting her honey and addicting himself to it. No woman had tasted like Alyssa. No woman had made him crave the flavor of her, the soft, tight feel of her in his mouth and around his fingers. He inhaled her womanly scent, then suckled at her clit, nibbling at it with his teeth. The hand Alyssa had buried in his hair tightened. She moaned his name and it was the sweetest fucking sound Mac had ever heard. He licked back and forth over her clit, while he slipped his middle finger into her tight, wet heat. God, she was snug. He thrust his finger in and out, curving upward and hitting a particularly sensitive spot. She arched into him, screamed louder and Mac knew a kind of torture he’d never experienced before. His dick was one jealous bastard. Soon he’d bury it deep into that deliciously tight heat and he’d finally reach paradise.

He pulled her clitoris between his lips, flicking with his tongue as he finger-fucked her. Alyssa’s hips shot off the bed, thrusting against his face. Another short, quick series of licks and she shattered all around him, screaming and straining against the tight hold he had on her soft thighs. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on. The sweet taste of her release hit his tongue and Mac couldn’t get enough. He needed more. Would always need more of Alyssa. Mac suckled and licked until every muscle in her body seemed to go slack. Her legs fell open and she released his head, dropping her hands to the bed. Mac kissed her pussy, then lifted his head.

She appeared nearly asleep. Exhausted from her climax as well as the trauma her body had recently endured. He’d be an asshole to take her now. Mac moved from between her thighs and Alyssa’s eyes shot open. He moved to the spot beside her where he’d sat earlier when he was using the ointment on her. “You’re stopping?”

Mac mentally pummeled his libido into submission and tried to focus on Alyssa’s needs. “You’re sore and exhausted, Alyssa,” he softly explained. “I’ll feel like a dick if I take you in the condition your in.”

She frowned and lifted onto her elbows. “I meant it when I said no half-measures.”

Mac groaned in frustration. He lifted to his knees then moved over top of her until he was straddling her hips, he kept his weight on his hands at either side of her head. “You’re still in pain, Alyssa.”

She shook her head so hard, Mac was afraid she’d hurt herself. “No, I’m not,” she shot right back as she cupped his jaw in her soft palm. “I’ll ache all night long unless you make love to me right now. I’ll lay here in pain, Mac. Do you want that? My pussy is hurting right now because she knows you’re near.”

He couldn’t help the grin that slipped. “She?”

“Yes, she. She wants you to fuck her. She’s freaking desperate,” Alyssa admitted. “I’ve dreamed of this moment since I was sixteen years old. Don’t ruin the dream, Mac.”

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