Page 51 of Macon

Mac keeps pumping into me as we ride out our high, but eventually, he collapses on top of me as we finish catching our breaths.

With his face next to my ear, he breathes, “Fucking perfect.”

Smiling, I wrap my arms around him and reply, “Hell yeah.”

I wake up to a soft knocking sound. I’m in Mac’s arms, sprawled out on his bed. We passed out after another round of sex.

Another knock, and I lift my head, realizing someone is knocking on his door. I look up to see if Mac is awake, but he’s sound asleep as soft snores are coming from him.

Another knock. I slowly slide out from his hold, and instantly, Mac rolls to his side, not waking up.

I slip on his shirt and rush to the door so they don’t wake him. Just as another knock starts, I open the door, surprising Snow, who is on the other side.

I lift my finger to my lips, showing her to be quiet. Snow looks inside and sees Mac asleep.

She smiles, waving her hand for me to come out.

I motion at my attire and whisper, “Let me get dressed.”

She nods and points to the kitchen where I smell food and coffee.

I beam, nodding.

When I go back inside the room, I start to pull on my jeans, but my belt buckle clinks, which stirs Mac. He notices I’m gone when he feels around the bed and jumps up.

Seeing I’m getting dressed, he panics. “Where are you going?” He pounces off the bed.

I laugh. “Snow was at the door. She made food and coffee. Go back to bed. I’ll be right outside.”

Mac, who’s butt-naked, pulls me to him and kisses my forehead. I place my hands on his chest, feeling his heart racing, and smile at him.

He takes a deep breath. “Fuck, I thought you were trying to escape.”

I smirk. “Nope, just hungry and in need of some coffee.”

He yawns. “Do you want me to come?”

I tap his chest. “No, I’m okay. Get some rest, you need it. I’ll climb back into bed after I eat.”

Mac nods, kissing my forehead again before climbing his glorious, godlike body back into bed and pulling the sheet up over him.

Happy, I move toward the door, balling my hair up on top of my head and into a bun.

When I open the door, the smell of bacon assaults my nose and my mouth waters. I close the door softly, and when I turn around, I see Snow, Izzy, and Ruby sitting around the table.

All three of them laugh as they hang out and eat breakfast. I look around the ample open space for any men, but no one is around.

When they notice me, Snow is the first to get up, waving for me to take a seat. I smile and make my way over to them.

“Would you like some coffee?” Izzy asks, getting up with a cup in her hand.

“Yes, please.”

Ruby grabs a plate and hands it to me once I’m seated. “Here, help yourself.”

The table is filled with so much food: eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast.

My eyes must give away my hunger because Snow laughs. “Girl, you need to eat. Did they not feed you yesterday?”

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