Page 2 of Mac's Vow

“Have you ever been with a virgin?”God, why did I ask that? Why torture myself with the image of Mac making love to some perfectly built blonde barbie?

Mac lifted his head and a sexy half-grin appeared at the side of his mouth. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

“I’m not just curious,” she replied, frustrated that he wasn’t getting it. “I want to feel something besides my own fingers for once,” she explained, spelling it out. “I want the things other girls whisper about in the school bathroom. I want sex, Mac. I want to feel a guy inside me. Deep. I want a screaming orgasm. Hell, I want several of them, if I’m being honest.”

Mac’s eyes widened and he shot off the couch as if he’d been bit by a snake. He stalked across the room, fisting his hands at his sides. Alyssa knew better than to talk. She’d seen Mac mad before. He rarely yelled and he never punched walls, but if Alyssa wasn’t careful Mac would leave. And she so didn’t want that.

Several tense seconds went by before Mac turned and pinned her with his silver gaze. He shook his head. “No one at school is taking your virginity.”

The way he said it, as if he had any say at all, really pissed her off. She crossed her arms over her chest, wishing like hell she wasn’t so in love with the idiot. “I might have to take orders from Jimmy, but I won’t take them from you, Mac. Don’t even think it.”

He moved toward her, his strides eating up the distance. He kicked the coffee table out of the way with one booted foot and leaned over her, his hands planted on the couch on either side of her head. “You want your virginity gone then I’ll do it,” he stated, his deep voice filled with dark promise.

“Say again?” Had she heard him right or was she dreaming? It wasn’t impossible. She’d had so many dreams about Mac. She always woke up aching and frustrated.

He moved his hands away, then went to his knees on the floor in front of the couch. “Lay down, Alyssa. On your back.”

She wasn’t about to question him. Her mother hadn’t raised a fool. Alyssa tossed the pink blanket aside and stretched out on the couch. She put her arms under her head, using them as a pillow. Her legs were pressed together. She should widen them, show him that she wants this, that she’s not shy. But the truth was obvious. She wasn’t just shy; she was nervous as hell.

Mac’s gaze took a slow, leisurely path down her body. When he came to the little cotton sleep shorts she wore, he lingered. He lifted his hand and rested it over her crotch, the warmth seeped into her, turning her on. She felt wetness between her thighs. Something that had only ever happened when she’d played with herself, after having one of her Mac dreams.

“When is Jimmy due home?” Mac asked, his gaze never leaving the vicinity of her lap.

“He’s working a double tonight. Won’t be home until midnight,” she answered, her voice hoarse with emotion and unspent desire.

He shook his head and lifted his gaze to hers. “I should be shot for this. Jimmy would kill us both, Alyssa.”

“He won’t know,” she promised as she lifted her hand and rested it against his cheek. He was warm and he was here. And she wasn’t going to let this chance slip away. “This is between you and me, Mac.” She decided to just confess it all. “I’ve fantasized about you, Mac.”

“You’ve…about me?” She nodded and was momentarily distracted by the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Did you touch yourself?” She gave him another nod. “Aw hell, Alyssa.”

Without another word, Mac gripped the waistband of her sleep shorts and drew them down her body. An eyebrow arched when he got them all the way off. “No panties?”

Her cheeks heated to about two hundred degrees. “I’ve always hated wearing them,” she explained as she pressed her thighs tighter together.

His fingers trailed over her neatly trimmed mound. “Fuck, you are beautiful,” he whispered. “So goddamn sweet and small.”

Alyssa felt so out of her element and she wasn’t sure what the right thing to say was. “Thank you,” she murmured.

He smiled as his middle finger dipped between the folds of her pussy. “Spread your thighs for me, little baby,” he urged. Alyssa was helpless to deny Mac. He could have anything he wanted because she loved him. She hadn’t realized that until that moment. She spread her legs so wide that one came off the couch entirely. She rested it on his thighs. “Good girl. Now just lay there and let me make you feel good, okay?”

She bit her lip and said, “I heard it hurts. That the first-time hurts.”

Mac’s silvery eyes seemed to darken as he stared at her. “It does, but only for a few seconds, I promise. I’ll give you something new to fantasize about, okay?”

She nodded. “I trust you, Mac.”

“You shouldn’t,” he replied as he slid his finger up and down her slit. “Son of a bitch, you’re so wet.”

Her cheeks flamed. “Is that gross?”

“Fuuuck,” he groaned as he lifted his finger and sucked her juices off it. “You taste like honey. I’m going to need a lot more of that.”

Alyssa spread her hands out on her thighs and said, “You can have all you want.”

Mac’s head shot up and he stared at her as if she’d grown an extra head. “Never say that to a guy like me. Never.”

That confused her. “Why?”

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