Page 66 of Macon

“Where are we going?” Sin breaks the kiss.

“I’m not sharing you with anyone else tonight. It’s my turn,” I grunt, carrying her to the elevator.

Her only reply, “About time.”

I lie here looking at Mac as he sleeps on his back. The universe must have molded him from a Greek God. He’s fully tatted up, which I love. Gazing at him like this has me drooling over him. I’m wet and ready to go again. I should be tired after our fuck fest last night. It’s like he couldn’t get enough of me and vice versa.

Last night felt so right. Being behind the bar, the people’s love for my sister and now me. I felt like I belonged.

But…

That fucking word keeps popping up. It makes my life hell, always having my conscience telling me ‘But…’

It’s like it doesn’t want me to be happy. I’m here having fun and feeling safe, and then my subconscious reminds me my sister is out there somewhere.

I feel it in my stomach. Something happened to Ray, and when I saw Peshkov, my heart dropped. What if he has her…

I shake my head. We will find her.

Lying on my side with my head propped up, watching him, I can’t help but notice his wolf tattoo on his shoulder and biceps. It appears as if it’s looking at me the way his arm is.

I giggle to myself.

Thinking of my best friend, Phoenix, who’s a tattoo artist, she would probably say it’s looking into your soul or some shit. I make a mental note to text her and let her know where I am.

I can’t believe he can’t feel me staring at him. I want to touch him so badly, but I know he’s tired.

I’m only awake because the thoughts of my sister keep me from sleeping. When Mac told me his sister and mine haunted his dreams, I knew the feeling. Since she stopped calling, I’ve heard her voice telling me to be safe. Not like his that tell him to come find her.

I grab my cheek where my scar is.

Nope. Don’t go there, Sin.

Instead, I move my hand from my face to Mac’s chest. Still, he doesn’t move.

Fuck it. I want him.

I pull the sheet down his torso and start to place soft kisses down his happy trail until I hit the base of his cock. Lucky for me, it’s wide awake, standing tall, waiting for me to wrap my lips around it.

I smile.

Licking my lips, I move in, placing them around the tip, sucking the precum into my mouth.

A moan escapes Mac, but his arm is still over his face. I know he has to be awake. So, I move up on my knees, leaning over him, positioning myself perfectly. I slowly open my mouth, letting his cock slide all the way in, hitting the back of my throat.

“Fuck!” Mac groans.

I smile and start to work him slowly. Placing a hand at the bottom of his shaft, I gradually increase my speed, which gets him going.

Mac moves his arm off his face and down my back, gripping my side as I fuck his cock with my mouth.

Wetness forms between my legs, so I slide my hand down between my legs and start working myself over at the same time.

Yes!

I let out a deep moan which vibrates around his hardness, making him cry out, “Fuck yeah!”

Mac throws his head back, arching his chest off the bed as he pumps his hips, meeting my mouth thrust for thrust.

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