CHAPTER FIVE
1715 Words
Darien
I closed my laptop at the sound of my husband letting out a series of very loud expletives and headed into the kitchen. “What is going on?”
Mack turned off the stove and slid his cell phone in his pocket. “Some asshole stole the truck.”
“The truck, truck?”
Mack nodded.
“From the compound?”
“Yeah,” he breathed out. “Apparently the camera that was supposed to be on it has been down for two days. Booker’s got one on order, but it’s late.”
“Daddy?” Harper padded into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. “Why are you yelling?”
He hunkered down in front of her. “Sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to wake you. Everything’s okay. Just something with work.”
Harper patted his face, then hugged him. “It’s okay. You’ll work it out.”
He stood back up with her in his arms kissed her cheek. “You’re right. It’ll all be fine. Come on, I’ll tuck you back in.”
We had two girls. Harper, ten, and Huxley, eight. I found it ironic that the biggest playboy on the planet ended up making girls, and now he’d have to deal with men like him when they got to dating age. He, on the other hand, couldn’t have been happier. He was a great dad and I knew our girls would grow up to find men who cherished them the way their daddy did.
While Mack put Harper back to bed, I checked on Huxley who was sound asleep and probably wouldn’t have woken up even if a gun had gone off. I headed back to the kitchen and peered into the pot on the stove.
“Pasta,” he said, wrapping his arms around me from behind. “I was hungry.”
“Apparently.” I turned to face him, looping my arms around his neck.
“Did you get your wordcount in?”
“I overachieved and wrote an extra thousand,” I said. “Do you need to go to the compound?”
“Not yet. Ace and Booker are over there now. Why?”
I licked my lips. “Because I just wrote the dirtiest s*x scene to date, and it kind of got me super hot.”
I was a romance author and Logan “Mack” Reed was my muse.
He chuckled, sliding his hands under my T-shirt. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“How hot?”
“n****e clamp hot.”
He tugged my bra down and ran his thumbs over my already hard n*****s. “Love it when you say ‘toys.’”
I giggled. “I know you do.”
“I think the pasta can wait.”
“I think it can too.” I grabbed his hand and led him into our bedroom. Luckily, our master suite was on the opposite side of the house from the kids, so noise wasn’t a problem.
Mack locked the door behind us heading straight for the closet and the locked box with our toys while I got naked. With a very inquisitive daughter, we’d learned pretty quickly (when she walked out of our bedroom holding my bright pink vibrator, and asking if she could play with the ‘magic fairy wand’) to lock things up.
Mack pulled a set of clamps out of the box and I bit my lip as he attached one, then the other. Instead of letting the chain fall in front, he wrapped it around the back of my neck, which pulled my n*****s up and I squirmed at the sensation.
“Too tight?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Tighter,” I rasped.
He twisted the tightener and I dropped my head back with a sigh. He slid his hand between my legs and ran a finger through my wetness.
“Soaked,” he whispered.
I met his eyes. “Did I mention the scene was super hot?”
“On your knees, Dare.”
I climbed onto the bed and assumed the position, while Mack took his clothes off and situated himself behind me. I glanced at him just as his head disappeared between my legs and his tongue ran through my folds. I ground down against his face and he continued his feast until he brought me to the brink… then stopped. “Logan,” I growled.
He chuckled, kneeling behind me again and sliding into me. I sighed and dropped my head back slightly which tugged on my clamps, sending a glorious sensation all the way to my c**t. “f**k, you feel amazing,” Mack rasped.
He leaned over me, his hand slipping between my legs and his fingers going to my c**t, while he wrapped his other hand around my chain.
“Oh god,” I whispered.
Then he moved. Slowly at first, before slamming into me as he fingered my c**t and tugged on the chain. I was swamped with… well, everything.
“Logan,” I rasped.
“Come, baby.”
I did, but he wasn’t done, and as he thrust harder, he built me up again. He yanked the chain so hard, one clamp popped off, but even that was a delicious sensation. The sudden tug sent a shockwave to my p***y and I cried out as another orgasm washed over me.
Mack’s c**k pulsed inside of me and we fell onto the mattress in a gentle heap of body parts. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, gently releasing the clamp that was still attached, before kissing my shoulder. “It just gets better.”
I nodded, linking my fingers with his and pulling our hands up to my mouth. “So so good.”
Releasing his fingers from mine, he moved his hand between my legs and palmed my mound. “You sure you don’t wanna try for a boy?”
I closed my eyes and smiled. We’d had this conversation a million times before. One finger slipped inside of me. “Do you remember how much you loved to be f****d when you were pregnant?”
“I do.” I gasped as another finger slid inside and his thumb pressed against my c**t. “But I also remember how tired I was afterwards and how hard it was to find that mojo again. And how I still haven’t lost my Huxley weight.”
“Baby, you could gain—”
“A hundred pounds, I know,” I finished.
His c**k replaced his fingers, but his thumb stayed pressed against my c**t. “How great would a boy be, though?”
“I’ll think about it,” I said. It was the same thing I said every time. Truth be told, I wasn’t opposed to another child, but we were also in such a good place that I didn’t want to upset the apple cart, so to speak.
“You know I’ll worship at your feet.”
“Honey, you always worship at my feet… ” His thumb pressed harder on my c**t and I whimpered with need.
“We need a boy.”
“With the track record of your sperm, though, we’d probably get another girl.”
Applying pressure to my c**t again, he whispered, “I’m good with another girl, too, Dare.”
I pulled away from his hand and shifted to face him, pushing him on his back and straddling him. “Why do you pull all the manipulation tactics when you’re doing s**t to my p***y?”
His beautiful face broke out into a grin. “Because you’ll agree to almost anything when I’m doing s**t to your pussy.”
“Newsflash: I agree to almost anything when it comes to you.”
His hand went back to my c**t and I pressed down against it as his fingers slid inside again. I let him have his way with my p***y for a few minutes, before guiding his c**k back inside of me, and raising and lowering myself as I anchored myself to his chest. He raised his knees and propelled me forward slightly, which gave him better access to me. I grinned, leaning down to run my tongue over the Dogs of Fire logo on his pec, then switching to do the same to the tattoo over his heart. A heart-shaped Celtic knot with all of his girls’ names inked permanently on his skin.
I sat up and his hands palmed my breasts while he raised his hips to slam up into me while I gripped his wrists for balance. Before I could get into any kind of groove, however, I found myself on my back and Mack burying himself deeper and deeper as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He stroked my neck as he kissed me gently, our tongues mimicking the movements of our bodies.
“Don’t come,” he growled, obviously feeling my body about ready to explode.
“You need to get there, honey,” I countered, scraping a nail down his n****e. It didn’t take long before he let out a grunt, so I let myself join him in climax.
He kissed me again before slipping out of me and heading to the bathroom. He didn’t linger and joined me back on the bed, settling a warm washcloth between my legs.
Stretching out on his back, he pulled me over his chest and I tucked my face into his neck and snuggled close. “It’s very possible you put a baby in me right then,” I said.
Mack chuckled. “One can hope.”
“I really will think about it, honey.”
He cupped my cheek and tipped my chin up to meet his eyes. “No pressure. We do this, we do this together. That won’t ever change.”
I smiled. “I know, honey. I hear you.”
“You wanna drink some wine and make-out in front of the TV?”
“Hells, yeah I do,” I said, and sat up.
Mack grinned and we got dressed in our pajamas. Since we were both now starving, he resurrected his pasta concoction, and after we ate, we snuggled up on the sofa.
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