Page 108 of Bad Habit
Eighteen
Mac
“Are you sure about this?” Faith asked as we stood on the edge of the cliff, the Pacific Ocean crashing against the rocks below.
I looked into her eyes. “I want this more than anything. Never doubt that.”
“I know you want to get married, silly. I just meant are you sure you want to get married without your brothers here. You guys are so close, and they’re my brothers now, too.”
“My condolences.”
“Ha.”
“Seriously, Faith. We’ll throw a party to celebrate when we get back. This—” I gestured around us. “This, today—tonight. This promise we’re making to each other. I don’t need anyone else to witness it but you.”
“And me,” the officiate piped in, “and her.” He pointed to his wife, who was to be our official witness. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“That’s okay,” Faith said as she tightened her grip on my hand. “Now let’s get this done, so I can take my husband back to our room and ravish him.”
“You plan to ravish me?”
Blush rose on her cheeks. “Oh, Mac, you have no idea.”
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Faith
Mac picked me up when we neared our room. “I'm going to carry you over the threshold.”
“Does it count at a hotel?”
“It all counts.” He kissed me and then, holding me with one arm, dug into his pocket for the keycard.
I turned the handle after he unlocked it. Great teamwork.
“I think I'll carry you over every threshold we cross from now on.”
“Hmmm....” I kissed his neck as he kicked the door wider and carried me across.
The second we were alone he kissed me, and I swiveled in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist to deepen our kiss.
Turning me so my back was against the wall, Mac moaned as his erection made contact with my body. He adjusted his stance so his thick hardness stroked directly over my panties, then he kissed me, hard.
Already turned on, I sucked on his tongue as he ground his cock against my increasing wetness, and a sharp stab of lust tightened my insides, unleashing pleasure that coursed through my entire body and mind.
Mine, I thought. This man was mine. And I was his. And now we were bound together. Forever.
We were young and had met less than a year earlier. Our courtship had been fast, but I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, I would always have Mac at my side, and I'd be at his, and this feeling, the sexual part of our relationship....
I gasped as the pressure on my clit increased, his erection rubbing me through our clothes so perfectly I was close to an orgasm already.
I broke from our kiss, and his lips moved to my neck as one of his hands slid onto my breast, his thumb massaging my tight nipple through the sheer fabric of the white sundress I'd found at the thrift store.
“Mac,” I whispered in his ear. “I need you. Inside me. Now.”
He set me down and we rushed to remove our clothing, leaving everything where it fell on the floor. He picked me up and carried me to the bed.
“God, you're beautiful.” Kneeling between my legs, he stroked my thighs, my belly, then my breasts as he regarded me with an intoxicating combination of lust and reverence. “I need a minute to worship your body, give thanks to whatever higher power created it, then brought you to me.”
