Page 48 of Macon

“Until after your sister went missing, no one knew. No one thought it was weird. She asked me to help her and then said no, just kidding. Everyone thought it was because I was hooked on her, but really it was…” He pauses to look over at me. I’m giving him my full attention. Dropping my knees, I sit up, waiting for what he’s going to say next.

I egg him on. “Really, it was…”

“I was seeing her in my dreams too. Both of them would tell me to find us. Come find her. The girl with two faces.”

I gasp. Is she dead? No, I would know. I still feel her. She’s alive.

I’m lost in thought and don’t notice he’s moved, placing himself on the bed right in front of me.

“No, I don’t think she’s dead. I think they were telling me to find you,” he says softly.

Tears fill my eyes, and I speak for the first time. “She’s not dead. I would feel it.”

Mac grabs my hand. “I know. I think all these visions and shit were about you and your sister. For me to find you and help.”

His dead sister and mine have been telling him to find me.

A tear escapes. “But what if it was to find her? She’s missing. We need to find her.”

Mac nods. “I agree. But you are the girl in my dreams. The red hair. The double face. Protect you. Find you. Save you.”

We both sit in silence, taking in what he’s just told me.

Is he here to save me? Protect me?

I blurt out, “What if she’s in love with you? What if it means you’re supposed to save and protect her?”

Mac reaches out, pushing my hair behind my ear, and smiles. “She is not in love with me. It wasn’t like that. What if I’m to save and protect both of you?”

I close my eyes and lean into his touch.

He continues, “And the moment I saw you, I knew you were the one. I feel completely different toward you than your sister. I think she feels the same way. I was a way out for her and a way to save you.”

I start to cry. For so many years, I’ve wanted to be free. To be able to travel and see my sister. All these what ifs are killing me.

Freaking out, I begin to ramble nonsense, “What if something happens to her? What if they find me or her? What if…”

Mac lifts me up and places me on his lap, straddling him. He uses both hands, pushing my hair out of my face as I keep my eyes closed.

“Sin, look at me,” he murmurs as I weep. “Cindy. Look at me,” he demands.

Using my real name snaps me out of it, and I open them to see his chocolate-brown eyes staring back at me.

“I got you,” he says reassuringly, smiling. “I got both of you.”

I grip his face with both hands and smash my mouth against his. He releases my hair, pulling me closer to him as I devour him. I hope he’s right because I can’t stop now, even if I want to. If Raydene likes him, we’ll deal with that when we find her, but right now, I need him.

Rocking against him, I feel his length rub against my jeans. I break the kiss with a guttural moan. It’s been so long, and he feels so fucking right. I throw my head back and start to move hard against him.

“Fuck yes,” he groans, kissing and nipping at my neck.

I wrap my arms around him, squeeze him to my chest, and run my hands through his hair. I start to rock faster.

“So. Fucking. Sinful,” he says between kisses.

I’m lost in the feeling of my body getting closer to the brink of orgasm. I don’t care if we’re fully clothed. I want this. I need this.

But Mac has a different idea and flips us over in one motion. He reaches under my jacket, then my shirt, shoving his hand down my baggy jeans so he can slide his hand into my panties. Going right for the one spot I need him to.

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