Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“Hi, Enid and Tally!” Mac’s voice is muffled by my hair.
“Hi, Mac Attack!” They say in tandem as they head for the kitchen.
Mac sets me on my feet. “Want to bring your bag up to my room?”
“That would be great.”
He slides the strap off my shoulder and slings it over his, then takes my hand and leads me up to his room.
I haven’t been here since we dry humped our way to orgasms. I’m flooded with memories of that night, and more recently, our phone sex. I’ll fingerfuck you until you’re creaming in my hand. A shiver runs down my spine.
“You okay?” Mac asks as he closes the door.
I nod, swallowing thickly as I fight not to just drag him to the bed and ask him to make good on his promises. Mac is different from other guys I’ve dated. I really love that he wants to take this slow, but it also means I need to temper my hormones.
He tips his head. “You sure?”
“I’m sure, just thinking about our phone call last night,” I whisper.
He rubs the back of his neck. “I was pretty graphic.”
“I liked it,” I blurt. “But you already knew that, based on the way the call ended.”
He nods slowly and sets my bag on his bed. “It’s easier to be uninhibited on the phone.”
I step closer. “I’d do it again when you have another away game.”
“So would I.” His eyes light up and darken at the same time as he laces our fingers. “And I meant what I said.”
“Which part?” I curl my fingers around his.
“All of it.”
I tip my head back. “Can you be more specific?”
His smile turns lascivious. “You mean making you cream in my hand?”
“Yeah. That’s the part.” My knees go weak.
“I’m looking forward to that.” His voice is guttural.
“Me, too.” I loop my arms around his neck. “Will you kiss me?”
“Now?”
I nod.
“Of course, sweetheart.” Mac curves one hand around the back of my neck, and brushes his lips over mine, softly, tenderly. He comes back again and I tip my head, parting to allow him inside on a long, needy hello.
Eventually he pulls back, eyes warm and vulnerable as his thumb sweeps the contour of my bottom lip. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” I finger the hair at the nape of his neck. “Especially your hugs and hanging out, and the smell of your cologne, even though it was only for one night.”
Mac grins. “Same.”
“I have something for you.” My stomach is full of nervous butterflies.
His eyes warm. “Oh yeah?”
“It’s in my bag.” Anticipation makes me jittery.
We untwine so I can unzip my bag to retrieve the hoodie. I shake it out and show him the front first, with the small logo on the left breast.
“You got me a new hoodie?” The smile that brightens his face makes my chest swell.
“Check out the back.” I turn it around. I incorporated the Tilton U logo but put my own spin on it with vibrant colors that match Mac’s eyes and little hockey players skating along the tops of the letters.
“Holy crap. Is this a new special edition? I’ve never seen one like it before.” Mac traces the design reverently.
“That’s because it’s one of a kind.”
His mouth drops. “You designed this.”
“I did.” I bite my lip.
“For me?” he asks softly.
I nod. “For you.”
“I love it. This is so cool, Fee.” He yanks his current hoodie over his head, tosses it on the bed, and pulls the new one on. He runs his hand over the small logo on his chest, an echo of the one on the back, and moves to the mirror to check it out. “This is the coolest gift anyone’s ever given me.”
“I know you’ve had a lot go missing this year, so I figured a one of a kind would be harder to steal.”
“It’s awesome.” He slips his arm around my waist. “It’s my new favorite forever.” He kisses a path from my neck to my lips. “You’re wildly talented.”
“I was inspired.”
“Do you ever let people watch you create?”
“In class, sure. But we’re all working on our own things.” I finger the hair at the nape of his neck. “And I used to paint with my mom all the time.”
His gaze softens, and he strokes my cheek. “I bet you miss that.”
“Yeah.” I nod. “I feel closest to her when I’m in the studio.”
“I’d love to see that space some time.”
“I’ll take you there,” I promise.
A bang on the door scares us both. “You have all night to get your freak on! Come hang out with us!” Gage shouts.
We laugh and Mac squeezes me to him. “I want to show the guys my new hoodie anyway.”
“Okay.”
“But don’t worry.” He winks. “I haven’t forgotten my promise. I’ll thank you properly later.” He laces our fingers, tugging me into the hall.