Page 44 of Lightning Strikes

He laughs and pulls me into his arms, sitting me up on top of the marble counter tops. “Don’t be. You never have to worry about me getting insane, jealous, or leave you. Ever. You’re it for me, Ang. Either if that’s with just me or a hundred others. I sleep in your bed, live in your house, moved across the country with andforyou, and have loved you for over twenty years. I’m yours. I promise.”

I smile tentatively at him and kiss his cheek. “Well, then let’s clean up and start out our movie night a few hours early.”

I do the dishes as he makes the popcorn, grabbing the drinks to take into the living room. At least there are heavy, thick drapes that we can close to darken the room to make it seem later than it is. Mac starts off our marathon with comedies and I curl up around his torso and sigh when I hear Scout wake up. “Be right back.” I whisper into Mac’s ear and bite my lip when he shudders.

I rush to the bedroom and scoop up the kitten and by the time I have her cleaned up and ready to heat up her formula, Carter is in the living room sitting with Mac and he has a prepared bottle in his hand and holds it up above his head without me even having to ask.

“Thank you.” I pluck it up from his fist and relax back in my seat and feed the baby demon while I get back into the show.

We spend the day and night barely moving from the couch. Tom and Ella brought over dinner, enough for all of us, and they left shortly after. They even took Scout and Max with them. They apparently missed them… I chuckled when they left and then Mac shoved me up against the wall and kissed me so hard that I forgot how to breathe.

“Please, Ang.” He stares at me with black eyes from how dilated they are and he’s breathing as hard and fast as I am. Shit…

I nod quickly and he picks me up, cradling me against his chest as he rushes through the hall to the bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and slowly removes our clothing before he just stands back and stares at me. His gaze heats my core and I hold my breath as I wait for him to move. Or say something. Anything.

“You… Angela, you’re a fucking goddess.” He slowly climbs up onto the bed and kisses my neck, my cheeks, my nose, and slides his tongue into my mouth and glides it against mine.

He rubs his hands up and down my sides before kneading my breasts, flicking my nipples, and then his mouth moves down my body. Mac’s tongue laves and flicks over my nipples before he sucks hard and nibbles on the hard, pointed tips. I arch my back and try to bring myself closer to his hard length that I feel bobbing against my thigh. Fuck…

“Please.” I whisper breathlessly. He smirks at me before crawling down my body, kissing my lower stomach with a hum, and attaching his swollen, plump lips to my clit. I cry out and stretch my fingers through his hair before pulling at the roots. He grunts and lightly pumps a finger in and out of my dripping channel and I moan and sigh as I feel my climax beginning to crest.

I missed him, fuck have I missed his mouth, his tongue… That thick, hard cock that I know is dripping with his desire for me.

How me makes me feel. Loved, comforted, desired. This isn’t taking it slow… But after everything he’s just been through… the sheer terror I felt when I thought of never seeing him again? Never again. He’s mine.

I cry out with my release as he kisses and nips back up my body before notching his cock to my entrance. “Are you ready for me?” He rasps and I nod slowly.

He places his hands on either side of my head before kissing me, so thoroughly and deeply. I taste my release on his tongue, I moan as I arch into him, biting his lip. He tickles and glides his fingertips back down my body before wrapping his large hand around the base of his cock and inches inside of me, so damn slowly that I shift around, toss my head from side to side and whine for more.

He chuckles darkly before leaning back and maneuvering his hands to my hips to lift me up for a better angle. Then he pumps into me. Harder, faster, and his face is a mask of pleasure and concentration as he thrusts all the way in. I wrap my fingers through my hair, squeeze my breasts, and pinch my nipples, crying out in pleasure.

I watch as his sweat drips down his face, onto his chest, and down his cut, contracting abs. In and out. I feel his cock begin to thicken and I flutter around him, I’m cresting the edge and shift my hand down to my clit and circle it, hard and fast, so that we can come together.

He moans low and speeds up his thrusts and rolls his hips, his pelvis rocking against my fingers, pushing them harder against my swollen clit.

We come together and he continues to move in and out of my body, ever so slowly, methodically, deeply. Not wanting this to end.

I sigh when he pulls out and pulls me up into his arms and carries me to the tub in the bathroom.

“Round two?” He winks at me and I chuckle.

Bring it on.

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