Page 134 of Here & There

“Yes, sweetheart, it’s big enough.”

His breath is hot in my ear again, which makes my whole body quiver.

“I don’t need much space to make you scream,” he says.

Well, fuck. I actuallyfeelthe gush of dampness between my legs at that. Mac has that power over me. His words are as much of a turn-on as his actions.

“Fuck, Mac,” I breathe.

“I plan on it.” He sets his hat on my head and drags his hand down until it wraps around my throat, tipping my head back. “You going to scream when I fill you with my big cock, Shelby?”

I whimper. “I hope not.”

“I love the sounds you make when you come, though.”

He tightens his fingers on my throat just enough that I let out a little whimper.

“You’re probably wet for me right now, aren’t you?”

“Maybe you should check,” I dare him.

Mac growls. But he’s interrupted by voices behind us. I glance under Mac’s arm to see another guy has joined thefirst. They must know each other, because they start talking animatedly. Damn it.

But that doesn’t seem to deter Mac. He angles his body so I’m blocked from view and slides his hand down, brushing his palm over the swell of my breast. “Bet they’d love to see me do this to you.”

I’m wearing a thin dress with a built-in bra, cap sleeves, and buttons down the front. My nipple hardens under his palm, and he lets loose another low, rumbling growl from deep in his chest. “Fuck, Shelby.”

I lift my hand up to my other breast and pinch my nipple myself.

Mac sucks in a breath. “Fuck, do that again.”

I do, and he reaches down and pulls up the front of my dress, his rough hand caressing the skin of my inner thigh.

“Mac, can they see?”

“I hope so.”

I laugh softly. He would never, and sure enough, when I look over, his wide torso is fully blocking them from view.

He kneads my thigh. “Keep touching yourself,” he says.

I pinch both my nipples through my dress.

He drags his fingers up, dragging them over my underwear.

“Fuck.” He stretches out the word. “Fucking soaked for me, Shelby.”

“Yes,” I breathe, unbuttoning just the top couple of buttons of my dress so I can reach my bare nipples.

He slips his fingers under the fabric, gliding them over my slick opening.

I moan, but Mac bends down and captures it with his mouth. The hat falls somewhere into the dark.

Mac’s tongue probes my mouth at the same time as his fingers dip inside me. I flatten my hands against the wall, widening my legs to give him more access.

He breaks the kiss. “Such a dirty girl,” he whispers in my ear before biting my earlobe. Shivers skate down my neck after him.

Mac glances over his shoulder.

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