Page 50 of Blindsided
And when he tells me he’s going to come, I pull back, releasing his wet penis from my mouth and fisting him tightly in my grasp. I can feel him grow beneath my fingers, and there’s a strong pulsing happening that excites me. I will him to come because I want to see it! I want to watch him explode and lose control even more because of what I’ve done to him.
His head falls back, and he orgasms, his climax sputtering out in several wild pulses, landing all over my neck and breasts, and even some on my face. It’s exhilarating. I look up and see he’s now gazing down at the wreckage as I continue to stroke him, milking out every last bit and feeling the texture of his semen on my chest with my other hand. When I bring my finger to my lips to taste his release with my tongue, the wicked, lust-filled look on his face is an image I will remember until the day I die.
“So are you in?” Allie asks, snapping my attention back to the question at hand.
“In?”
“For Scotland! Are you free? I was going to check with Sloan and Leslie and the Harris wives as well. See who’s up for a little trip to the Highlands. Mac says there’s room for everybody at his grandad’s property.”
“Erm, yeah, I’m the maid of honour, so of course I’m in,” I say, curious about the reasoning behind Mac’s sudden invitation and why he didn’t talk to me about it first.
“Yay!” Allie squeals and hops off the table to hug me. “I’m going to go see if Sloan and Leslie want a kid-free weekend.”
She pulls back from our embrace and pauses, her eyes dancing all over my face. “Something is different about you. Did you colour your hair?”
I feel the colour drain from my face and reach up to touch the wild tendrils of my hair. “Um, no. My hair is colour retardant, which is the reason I’ve embraced my natural flames. I didn’t curl them today like I usually do. I, erm, overslept.”
“It’s not your hair.” She tilts her head and eyes me seriously. “Did you get a facial maybe?”
My brows lift. “No. I use body lotion on my face sometimes.”Maybe semen is like an anti-aging cream no one talks about?
“Freya! Body lotion is horrible for your pores.”
What about semen?I think to myself and then shake my head and shrug. “Freckles are surprisingly resilient.”
She rolls her eyes and gives me one last look. “We’ll see if I still notice it tomorrow, I guess.”
She studies me for a moment longer, and I begin to wonder if she can she tell that I had sex. Is that a thing? Do sexually experienced people have a sixth sense about this? If so, I’m going to be doomed in Scotland!
Allie turns to head down the stairs. “Are you off for the day soon?”
I glance at the clock to see it’s nearing on six already. “Oh God, yes. I had no idea it was so late. Hercules is probably wasting away at home.”
Allie laughs and gives me one last wave. “All right then, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow,” I reply, abandoning my sewing machine for the night.
I head downstairs and wave my goodbyes to Sloan and Leslie before stepping outside to find Mac parked smack dab in front of the shop.
He waves buoyantly from the driver’s seat to get my attention, like somehow I could have missed him. I look side to side, still not one hundred percent certain that he’s here for me, and not simply dropping off Roan for Allie or something.
He beeps the horn and waves me over like a bleddy maniac.
With a frown, I stride across the street and slip into his car. “Why are you blowing the horn outside my place of work?”
“Well, you were just standing there like you didn’t recognise me.”
“I wasn’t sure you were here for me.”
“Who would I be here for? Mr Aged Cheddar around the corner?”
I reach across the console and whack his shoulder as he smirks and takes off down the road.
“What are you doing exactly?” I ask after a few moments of silence.
He shrugs. “I’m picking you up from work.”
“Why?”
