Page 39 of Long Shot

Mac laughed. “Still jealous she chose me?”

Before Taylor could reply, the song player changed over. The droning strings of a Frank Sinatra song came on. Mac dropped her fork and eyed Taylor. “Seriously?”

Taylor shrugged. “I couldn’t stop myself.” Her bare chest rose and fell quickly, wondering if Mac would take the bait. Looking at her, Mac only managed to resist the urge for a few moments. She pushed out her chair, standing and closing the distance between her and Taylor in a stride.

She held out her hand and looked down at Taylor. “Want to dance?”

Taylor nodded, grabbing Mac’s hand and standing with her. It still surprised Mac just how soft Taylor’s hands were. Considering how much she trained, her hands should have been rough. But they were tender, her long, elegant fingers, wrapping around Mac’s hand as she led her to the center of the living room.

Frank Sinatra’s voice came in just as they stepped into the open space. Mac cupped Taylor’s hand, placing her other hand on the woman’s waist. Taylor rested hers on Mac’s shoulder, their bodies beginning to sway as the song picked up.

Staring out of the window, Mac couldn’t stop herself from picturing what every day might look like – the same vision she had when she was eighteen. But now, there was a world in which it could happen.

As the song slowed, Taylor looked up at Mac. “Mackenzie, I just…”

“I know…” Mac lowered her head, resting it on Taylor’s blonde hair.

Taylor nodded. “I have to say it. I’m not coming out. Maybe ever. And if we’re… seeing each other, it can’t be serious. Because I can’t break your heart like that again.”

The familiar lump came back to Mac’s throat. She pulled her head back and met Taylor’s blue eyes. Maybe it was a terrible decision but at this moment, she didn’t really care. She would do whatever she had to to swim in those eyes.

“That’s fine.” Mac nodded, a cheeky smile taking over her face.

The song ended, the record bumping along the needle as it ended.

As they looked into each other’s eyes, the silence made Mac’s breathing escalate. After a second, she laughed. “Goddamnit.” She leaned down and kissed Taylor, whose lips were stiff as she tried to figure out whether Mac was serious or not.

Taylor softened with each kiss from Mac, letting herself unravel in Mac’s strong arms. She pulled away as Mac picked up where she left off, kissing down her neck. “Just sex, and we have to be careful.”

Mac nodded with Taylor’s skin in her mouth. “Uh-huh, Kim can’t know. Copy.”

A moan slipped out of Taylor’s throat as she laughed. She lifted Mac’s chin and pressed her lips into Mac’s. Letting her tongue slip inside her mouth, Taylor explored Mac.

Eventually, Taylor pulled away and laced her fingers with Mac’s. She guided them down the hall to the primary bedroom. Mac gawked at the second stunning view of the park, walking past Taylor and staring out the window.

In the reflection of the glass, Mac watched Taylor slip off the silk dress. The fabric fell to the floor, pooling at her pumps. Mac’s body tingled at the sight of Taylor in a lace set. She whipped around and felt her heart race. “Jesus.”

Taylor laughed as she crossed the bedroom, her hands like magnets to the buttons on Mac’s shirt. Mac let her eyes look down at Taylor's stunning figure. In the deep purple lace, Taylor’s breasts were perfectly rounded. Mac hadn’t even been able to sneak a peek during tournaments, their sports bras too conservative to see a thing.

Mac wrapped her arms around Taylor’s back, tracing the divet in its center down to her ass. Her hands gripped the soft cheeks, giving them a light squeeze.

“Someone’s getting carried away.” Taylor giggled as she slipped the shirt off Mac’s shoulders.

Mac licked her lips, letting them meet the skin of Taylor’s shoulder. “You’re the one who stayed away from me.”

Shaking her head, Taylor’s hands rubbed Mac’s sides slowly. She was insanely toned, the muscles were bulging from the side of her abs. Taylor pulled away and shrugged. “I mean youcouldput in more work.”

Mac gritted her teeth and growled. “You’re such a bitch.” Without another word, she swept Taylor up into her arms. Like it was rehearsed, Taylor wrapped her legs around Mac’s torso.

Their lips didn’t miss a beat, kissing as Mac threw Taylor down on the bed.

“Fuck,” Taylor gasped as she bounced on the plush mattress.

“Too rough for the princess?” Mac teased as she towered over her. “We’ll have to toughen you up, brat.”

Taylor tried to sit up, getting in Mac’s face. “You think you can handle me.”

Mac’s eyes flicked from Taylor’s eyes to her lips, feeling her center pulsing with desire. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m theonlyone who can handle you.” She pushed Taylor down into the mattress and leaned into her ear, letting her leg push into the space between Taylor’s legs. “Now, be a good girl.”

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