Page 19 of The Playboy SEAL
What a bowl full of bullshit.
Irritated, I grit my teeth and take a few deep breaths through my nose. Macs must see my inner turmoil. He puts an arm around my waist and pulls me to him in one fluid gesture. As simple as it seems, my friends are all but forgotten the second I snake my hand around him and run my fingers along his bare skin.
Jasmine replies, “We shouldn’t have come. But they didn’t think you were actually going on a date.”
Macs holds me a little tighter, pulling me into his side. “This is most definitely a date, ladies.” He leans down and places a kiss on the top of my head. Who does he think he’s kidding? My friends aren’t going to believe I’m with a man who kisses me on the head, like a mother does to her child. It’s too innocent. “Now that you’re here, though…I’m sure I have enough if you’d like to join in our nighttime picnic.”
“No,” I say, completely defiant to that idea. “You guys need to trust me a little. I’m pissed. You need to go.”
Carina looks down at the grass. Charlotte answers for them, telling me how they’re merely concerned for my best interests. If these women hadn’t been my friends for over a decade, I’d probably do something rash and stupid. As it stands, I’m going to give them the cold shoulder for at least a week. They tell Macs they don’t want to interrupt our date and decline his generous picnic offer.
“I can’t believe you’re real,” Charlotte says, looking at Macs, her eyes traveling the expanse of his chest and rippled abs. “I mean…that is rude. Sorry, but you’re really…something.”
I roll my eyes and groan in frustration.
I’m not even jealous. I expect him to receive this kind of attention and embrace it. It means he’s top tier. Plus, he’s not mine, anyway. Macs squeezes my side to get my attention. I swallow down my nerves and look skyward to meet his gaze.
“I’m nothing compared to this lady standing next to me. No one looks at me when she’s by my side.”
My stomach flips. Macs is putting on a show so flamboyant, I may burst into flames and die of embarrassment.
My friends squeal among themselves, like appropriate, professional adults. Macs leans down, wrapping his other hand around me to circle me in his arms. His skin is against me. I catch my breath a moment before he places a small kiss on the corner of my mouth. I forget to shut my eyes. I forget that my friends are gawking. I forget my own fucking name. He smells delicious. Seeing him this close is what my dreams are made of. His skin is just as flawless up close. He leans away, a glint of something in his narrowed eyes. Promise. That’s what I’m seeing. I want it now.
He leans his forehead against mine.
“That was awful convincing,” I whisper, my chest heaving more so now than when I did his obstacle course.
“Maybe I wasn’t convincing anyone. Maybe I just wanted to taste you.”
Macs doesn’t take his eyes off mine as he speaks, and it does things to my insides I can’t describe. I’m hot and cold all at once. Warning bells are ringing loudly in my mind. The woman I am without him next to me isn’t happy right now, and she’s the intelligent one.
“I want more,” I say, ignoring my inner thoughts.
He whispers in the ear my friends can’t see. “As do I. I want to give you everything. All ten inches of my fat, hard cock. Inside you, filling you up, making you scream. I want to fuck you so good you’ll never ask formoreagain in your life. I want you so badly it hurts.” To drive the point home, he pulls me against his workoutshorts. I feel all ten inches of stone-hard cock throbbing against my stomach.
I close my eyes and step away from his body. “And on that note.” I sigh, glancing at my friends.
They’re talking among themselves. I hear snippets now that I’m tuned into something other than Macs and his devilishly perfect body and mouth. A small, well-placed kiss has me on edge. Everyone is aware of it, too.
“If you’re finished being children, Macs and I will go have dinner. Bring your concerned crew and go somewhere else. Don’t you have anything better to do, anyway?” I swing my hands on my hips as I approach my frenemies.
“No one thought you were telling the truth,” Jasmine explains. “We’re sorry. No harm, no foul.”
“I’m not a liar,” I deadpan. “I get to decide if there’s no harm, and I’m still debating. You guys are awful people sometimes. I. Am. Not. A. Liar.”
She shakes her head. “You’re not, but you are…” she says, tapping her chin. “You’re…”
“A promiscuous woman,” Macs replies, butting in from behind me, but he doesn’t say it, he sings it.
Sighing, I turn to him. My friends laugh and continue singing the rest of the song. I hold out my hands to stop the madness.
“I’ll agree with that description. In all seriousness, what did you think was going to happen at the playground?” I wave my arm behind us. “When you saw we were here, you could have left. I’m not doing anything indecent in public. Not tonight, anyway.” I smirk through my irritation.
Macs brushes my side with his hand as he passes by me and approaches my friends.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Macs
