Page 44 of The Facilitator: Part 2
“Oh, fuck, Lauren…” He didn’t finish hissentence.
Before I could get my bearings, he sat and grabbed my face. I swallowed quick as I was rolled to my back. His lips crashed down on mine and I fought him to remove my panties. He won, the tear of material echoed around the room. I had no time to prepare, not that I wasn’t as hot as fuck anyway, before he was inside and he pummelled me into that bed. I wrapped my legs around his waist and took itall.
Vanilla-coated cock soon topped my list of favourite flavoured icecream.
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“Every dayyou manage to surprise me,” Iheard.
We hadn’t moved from the bed for a couple of hours. We lay tangled in the duvet and in each other’sarms.
“However long ago it was, you’d done nothing but please one man who didn’t have the foresight to know what he had. Now look at you.” Mackenzie chuckledsoftly.
I turned on my side so I was facing him. I traced my fingers down hischeek.
“I am what you’ve helped me to be,” Ireplied.
“Do you love yourself now, Lauren?” heasked.
“I’m gettingthere.”
“Good. I’mpleased.”
“What happens when your work is done?” I asked, I was teasing until I’d actually said the words, then that annoying pang of self-doubt hitme.
He frowned not understanding. I could have backed out justthen.
“What happens when your work on me is done?” Isaid.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Are you doubting my love foryou?”
“No, of course not. I don't want us to get…bored, Iguess.”
He shuffled up the bed and propped himself on his elbow. “I want us to get old and bored together, and I want us to fight and realise the problem because then we can think up new ways tounboreeach other. Maybe you didn’t have up and downs with Scott, perhaps the staleness you experienced is what you think our relationship will be like, but it won’t,Lauren.”
“How do youknow?”
“Because I don’t do stale, and you know what? Neither do you. No more talk of doom, you’ll wish it enough and it willhappen.”
“I don’t think we’ll bore each other. Sometimes I get scared because I love you so much,” Iconfessed.
“It’s that fear that will always keep usexciting.”
I snuggled into his chest and we lay for a little whilelonger.
“I think I might have a bath,” I said, stretching my body as Ispoke.
Mackenzie checked his watch. “I need to call my dad,” hesaid.
He called his father once every other week. I gathered his father had hearing problems by the repetition and shouting. He’d handed the phone to me a couple of times to speak with his father, and I was always asked when I was going to visit. It seemed Gabriella’s mother took the time to check on him and he had a companion. Mackenzie made sure he didn’t go without, and the sadness that often clouded his features made me unsure about his relationship with his dad. I wasn’t convinced it was because he missed him. There was a deeper fracture in their relationship than he’d confessed to, Ithought.
“You know, you should Skype with him, or go and visit. Is he well enough to travel? Could he come here for a holiday?” Iasked.
“No, his heart isn’t up to it, and to be honest, he wouldn’t want to. He likes his new condo; it’s on a complex with other old folks he knows from the old days, so he can play dominoes or cards. He gets out, one day it might be a trip to the library, another to a store or arestaurant.”
He picked up his phone and I left him to his call. The bathroom off the bedroom was large enough to house a double-sized shower. I smirked at the fun we’d had in there. There was a large freestanding bath, the loo, and two sinks. I sat on the loo while I waited for the bath to fill. Before I’d finished my pee, Mackenzie walkedin.
It had taken a long time for me to get used to Mackenzie striding in the bathroom, regardless of what I was doing. It took an argument for him to agree to a lock, there was a short period of time each day I would like a little privacy, I’d toldhim.
