Page 56 of Wickedly Betrayed

“Shhh… we’re not done yet, Pix.” I reach down, unbutton my jeans, and pull down my zipper. I don’t wear underwear so my cock springs free. I watch Mia as I slowly stroke myself. She licks her lips as if she wants nothing more than to take my dick into her mouth. I nearly combust at the thought. I lift my hips and pull my pants the rest of the way off. Kicking them to the side, I sit back and pat my lap. “Bring that pussy over here.”

She steps forward and is forced to spread her legs to straddle me again. I see her glistening, and I want to dive my face back in between her legs. As soon as she’s settled, I bring her hips closer until I feel her warm pussy against my dick.

“Oh, shit, that feels so good,” she breathes.

“I know, baby,” I groan. She feels so fucking amazing. She’s slick, and my cock slides perfectly between her lips.

“Look, Pix. Watch my cock slide against your pussy.” My words bring a flush to her face. Not from embarrassment, but from excitement. She glances down, and sucks in a breath at the picture. I look down as well and see my dick covered in her juices.

I watch as I carefully glide her back and forth over me. Mia’s hands go to my shoulders and her nails dig in. The warmth of her is almost too much to bear. I’m on the edge, but I hold on. I need her to come first.

I look up to see her still watching our bodies. She looks up at me when she sees me looking at her. I grab her hair and bring her forward. At her lips, I grit out, “I need you to come first.”

She closes the distance between our lips and attacks my mouth with fervor. She grinds her hips down on me, and I try to pull her hips back, but she growls into my mouth. She starts moving her hips faster, and my balls draw up. I can feel her wet pussy sliding against them as well. I’m about to explode when she yanks her head back from mine and cries out.

The pleasure I see on her face and the spasming I feel from her pussy send me over the edge. I shout out the fiercest fucking release I’ve ever had. Jet after jet comes pouring out of me to land on her pussy and both our stomachs.

She drops her head to the crook of my neck. After several minutes, our breathing comes back to semi normal. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. Her pussy snug against my cock brings it back to life, but I ignore it. Her breathing is evening out, and I know she’s almost asleep.

I bring her to my room and set her down in the middle of the bed. Her eyes watch me drowsily as I walk into the bathroom. After cleaning myself up, I wet a washcloth with warm water and walk back out. Mia’s asleep in the center of my bed. It’s a sight I’ve wanted to see for years. I watch her for a few minutes before walking over and carefully cleaning her up as well.

I drop the washcloth into the laundry basket and crawl into bed beside Mia. I wrap an arm around her and bring her up against me. She doesn’t wake up as she snuggles even closer, laying her head down on my chest. I close my eyes and cherish this moment, hoping that I get many more nights like this.

18

Mia

Her compassion…

IWAKE UP AND FEEL a hard warmth at my back. The sun is shining through the sheer curtains. There’s a heavy weight on my waist, and at first, I don’t know what it is. Flashes of last night come tumbling in, and I know I’m in Mac’s bed, and he’s snuggled up to my back. What we did last night rushes through and tingles start spreading through me. When I woke to Mac rubbing circles on my waist, all the pent-up desire he’d stirred in me had no choice but to be released.

I feel Mac’s warm breath on my neck. I want to turn around, kiss his lips, and take his cock in my hand. My bladder has other plans. If I don’t get to the bathroom very soon, Mac will have a very rude awakening.

I carefully remove Mac’s arms from around my waist and slide over to the edge of the bed. He grumbles in his sleep, and I can’t help but look back at him and smile. His brows are drawn down into a frown, as if he can sense I’m no longer beside him.

My bladder protests the wait while I watch Mac. I turn and rush to his bathroom. After relieving myself, I check his medicine cabinet for an extra toothbrush. Not finding one, I pick his up, and with a shrug, I use it to clean the fuzz from my teeth.

I walk out of the bathroom to see Mac’s arms wrapped around a pillow, and I have to stifle a laugh. Poor guy.

I have no idea what we’re doing here. There’s so much that’s changed between us the last couple of weeks. I don’t know what I want anymore. I no longer blame Mac for what happened, but I’m also terrified of being hurt again. I know he would never hurt me on purpose, but we both know that shit happens and I may get hurt unintentionally. Should I take that chance? Can I take the risk? Hell, I don’t even know how Mac feels. I’ve treated him like shit for the past ten years. Who’s to say he even wants a relationship with me? Maybe it’s just physical for him. I don’t think it is, but I can’t be sure. I don’t even know if I want to know. The truth may hurt.

I walk out of the bedroom naked, my mind in turmoil. I stop in the living room, pick up my clothes, and put them back on. Loafer’s silent feet follow me into the kitchen. I search the cabinets until I locate everything I need to make a pot of coffee. After making myself a cup, I walk to the back door and step outside. The air is warm, but not too much because there’s a breeze. I glance over to my left and see the barn.

I start in that direction, calling Loafer behind me. The barn is huge, bigger than I remember, but I’m sure it’s because it’s been years since I’ve seen it. It looks like it’s been repainted within the last few years. It must have been another project Mac decided to do when he refurbished the house. I step inside and nostalgia immediately hits me at the smell of horses. Most people would hate the smell, but I always loved it.

Several of the stalls are occupied by horses, but not nearly as many as before. When we were younger, every stall was used. I walk up to the nearest one and look inside. There’s a huge black-and-white horse inside. He’s munching on some hay when he seesme at the door of the stall. He walks over to me. I hold my hand out for him to smell. After a good whiff, he brings his nose down and butts it against my hand. I laugh at his demand to be rubbed.

I spend several minutes with him before I move on to the next stall. As soon as I see who’s inside, I know this is Marabelle’s foal. Tears prickle my eyes as I gaze at Pepper. Her color is different from Marabelle. Marabelle was brown and white, while Pepper is white and gray. No, the reason I know this is Pepper is because she has the same moon-shaped patch Marabelle did, in the exact same spot. Marabelle’s patch was brown and on her right flank. Pepper’s is gray and on her right flank as well.

She walks up to me, and it’s as if she knows who I am. She gently places her head against my cheek and gives me a soft neigh. I place my hands on her neck and give both sides a rub. Before I’m able to stop them, a few tears slip down my cheeks. I rest my forehead against hers and let them come. I cry, because not only do I miss Marabelle, but also because of all that Mac and I have missed, all because someone was jealous and thought to take away our happiness.

“I see you’ve met Pepper,” Mac says behind me. I sniff and quickly wipe my tears away before I turn around and face him. I suck in a breath when I do. He’s leaning against the barn door wearing nothing but his jeans with the button undone. His chest is bare, and I want to go up to him and lick it.

He smirks at me, as if he knows what I’m thinking. I roll my eyes at him and turn back toward Pepper.

“She’s beautiful. She has Marabelle’s mark,” I reply.

Mac walks up beside me and starts petting Pepper. “Yeah, she does. She’s lucky to be here. She fought hard to stay alive. When Marabelle went into distress, she stopped pushing. Only Pepper’s feet were out. I had to pull the rest of her out. Once she was delivered, she wasn’t moving. I thought she was gone, but after a few minutes she started thrashing.”

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