Page 41 of Macon

I shake my head. “Stop,” I say to myself as Mac starts moving around in bed. He rolls over with his back to me.

Wanting to see his face, I move around the bed when all of a sudden, he says, “Stop.”

I freeze, but when he doesn’t say anything, I step closer.

I can see he’s still asleep, so I move to pull the covers over him. Suddenly, a hand reaches out, jerking me down onto the bed.

I shriek.

“Where are you going?” Mac says, snuggling into me.

I stiffen.

Is he awake, or does he think I’m my sister?

He doesn’t move or say anything else, so I just lie there.

God he feels safe and warm.

I shake my head. This is crazy. I need to get up. He thinks I’m my sister.

When I move to get up, he says, “I found you.”

I turn to see his face, and his eyes are wide open.

“Found who?” I whisper.

He moves his hand up, swiping my hair from my face. I hold my breath, waiting for him to realize I’m not Raydene, but he just stares at me.

“They told me to find you. I did,” Mac says with a smile.

I don’t know what to do or say. I think he’s still sleeping, but I can’t tell.

He runs his fingers through my hair a few more times before closing the few inches between us and placing his full lips on mine.

I don’t know what to do. His warm, soft, voluptuous lips engulf mine, taking control. My mind fights within itself. I should stop this, but damn, it feels good. He feels so right.

I gasp, taking that as a welcome. He devours my mouth. Slipping his tongue in and out, fucking my mouth with it. I moan, melting into the safety of his chest.

I have to stop this. He thinks I’m Raydene.

Mac groans, shifting his massive body above me, and I finally break the kiss and announce, “I’m not Ray.”

Mac freezes, not saying anything. Blinking a few times, he moves down, giving me a soft kiss on the lips and another on my nose before sliding off me. I try to move off the bed, but he pulls me into him, spooning me.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he says into my hair.

Again, I say, “I’m not Ray.”

Mac takes a deep breath. “I know who you are, Sin, or do you want me to call you Cindy?”

Fucking hell!

“Um, Sin. Cindy is dead,” I whisper.

He expands his enormous hand over my belly, giving me a squeeze. Whispering softly into my ear, “Good. I like Sin.”

He knew it was me, and he wanted to be with me. Not my sister. He likes my name.

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