Page 55 of Festive Faking
My head cocked to the side. “Why would I do that?” The minute the words left my lips, his erection poked against my belly. Eyes widening, I peeked down at the answer to my question.
“Oh.” Heat rose up my neck.
“Maybe later.” Mac flashed me a cheeky grin and winked. “What I’d really like to do is lounge around, strip down our walls, and get to know each other better. You know, the way people tend to dobeforehopping into bed and having the best sex of their lives?”
“Whoa, better back up there, buddy. Who said it was the best ofmylife?“ It took all my effort not to smile as I teased him.
A playful growl worked its way up his throat before he nipped at my lower lip. “Guess I have my work cut out for me, then.”
His hands slid down to my hips, hauling me close enough to trap his hard dick between us as he claimed my mouth. I was spun around and flat on my back in an instant, and my giggles quickly turned into moans.
You wouldn’t hear a complaint from me about the sudden change of plans. Speaking without words was a lot more fun.
We finally came up for air when Mac’s rumbling stomach could no longer be ignored. I slipped out of bed, grabbing my phone to text my mom so she wouldn’t worry and come knocking when we didn’t make an appearance at some point.
Recovering from having too much to drink last night, so Mac and I are gonna take a lazy day at the cabin. We’ll meet up with you guys before church.
The part about drinking too much was an outright lie. The two shots I drank had worn off before we made it home, and Mac had only enjoyed a single beer. But saying we were hungover was mildly less uncomfortable than saying we were too busy setting the sheets on fire and didn’t want to stop.
“Put this on. I can see your goosebumps from across the room.” Mac pressed a shirt into my hand on his way to the bathroom while I waited for a response.
I smiled when I realized the shirt was his. It hit me mid-thigh when I threw it over my head, and I couldn’t resist the urge to bring the collar to my nose, inhaling his intoxicating scent.
My phone buzzed, and I peeked at my mother’s reply.
Mama:Sounds like you two had fun. Fridge is fully stocked. Bathroom too. Don’t forget to hydrate. We’ll see you tonight.
I frowned at the message. What did she mean about the bathroom being stocked?
Mac was inside with the door shut, so I knocked.
He opened it, stepping aside to allow me entry, likely assuming I’d been waiting my turn. But when I methodically began opening and closing the drawers one by one, he leaned against the doorframe and asked, “What are you looking for?”
“Not sure,” I replied, bent at the waist to reach the lowest drawer.
It slid open, revealing the item my mother had so graciously stocked for our use. Muffling a groan with my free hand, I held up a box of condoms before tossing it onto the sink.
Gripping the edge of the basin, I dropped my head, explaining on an exhale, “My mother.”
A soft chuckle sounded from the doorway, and then footsteps padded closer. Arms encircled my waist before warm lips pressed to the side of my neck. I melted into his embrace, and our eyes met in the mirror.
His brown ones sparkled with amusement. “Well, that’s fortuitous because I’m fresh out. Remind me to thank Daisy later.”
I spun in his arms. “You’ll do no such thing, or I’m not feeding you today.” If I’d learned one thing this week, it was that the man loved to eat, and right now, I knew he was hungry.
Mac’s eyes widened in alarm. “Hold on, let’s take a step back and think about this rationally, Aspen. If you don’t let me refuel, I won’t have enough energy to do that thing with my tongue you like so much.” A cocky grin accompanied that final statement.
My cheeks heated at the memory of that insanely intimate act. I had to admit he did have a point.
“Fine,” I grumbled. “You can eat, but I expect you to keep your lips zipped about our private relationship when we’re in public.”
“Deal.” He nodded, leaning in to give me a quick kiss.
I climbed back into bed with a bunch of grapes, plucking one off and plopping it into my mouth. Mac opened his arms where he sat against the headboard, and I curled into his side.
It was like we were in this little bubble, and I feared that once we left these four walls, it would burst.
Reality was waiting for us back in LA, and I wasn’t naïve enough to believe anything we shared now would translate to the real world. He might’ve found a place in my world, but I knew I would never fit in his. Neither of us could change who we were or that our paths were headed in very different directions.
