Page 94 of Make Me Want it Too

All it takes is Macy smiling at me when I return to the table to turn my mood around.

I set down both slices of cake and take my seat.

“Oh, I didn’t want a piece. Maybe I misspoke,” Macy says, looking at the plates.

“Nah, these are both for me.” I grin and take a bite of the carrot.

She smiles back. But when I take a bite of the chocolate one, her gaze lingers on my fork and her lips part.

Bingo.

I get another bite on my fork, making sure to get two layers of cake, some of the fudgy filling, and the creamy frosting.

“Here.”

She gives me a chastising look. But she bites back a smile, and with no other protest, she leans over, mouth open, and takes my fork into her mouth, looking up at me as she does it. As she takes the bite, she closes her eyes and lets out a little moan of pleasure.

It makes my cock twitch.

“Mm that’s so good,” she says, covering her mouth with her hand, hiding a smile, eyes lit up.

Livvy asks Macy a question and she turns to speak to her, but as she shifts away from me, she puts her hand on my leg under the table.

Their conversation continues, and I eat my cake. And Macy’s hand starts sliding up my thigh. Little by little, inching toward where I’m now almost fully hard.

I’m not sure she realizes what she’s doing or what she’s doing to me until she blatantly squeezes my thigh while laughing with Livvy.

And then her hand creeps upward until she’s stroking my erection over my pants.

I grunt.

She doesn’t stop.

All the blood in my body rushes to my dick and now I can’t think straight. It’s throbbing, hard against my hip and threatening to poke out beyond my waistband.

I want her to touch me. Skin on skin. I can’t decide if I should pull it out for her under the table or carry her over my shoulder and haul her back to our room like a caveman.

I want her more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. I get why Noah can’t seem to wait around Livvy. He’d sneak her off and take her in the bushes.

But I don’t think Macy wants to be fucked behind some bushes.

I set my fork down. “Let’s go.”

She turns to me with an innocent expression. “Already?”

“Yes.”

Macy grins. “Okay.”

She says goodbye to Livvy and then Bex. They hug and squeal about how the next time they see each other it will be her wedding day.

And then she’s mine. For the night. For the next thirty-six hours. Whatever it is, I’ll take it.

I take her hand and don’t let go until we’re in our room, the door is closed and locked, and then I’m pressing her up against it.

Her hands on my neck and up in my hair, mine around her waist, our mouths consuming one another. Tongue sliding against tongue, swallowing each other’s moans.

She rubs against my thigh, and I lift her leg up over my hip to open her up, to give her more pressure. Her fingers dig into my neck. She bites at my lip and sucks on my tongue.

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