Page 141 of The Chance

Mac. Mac. Mac.

As if hearing my inner monologue, his hand drifts higher along my thigh, his palm cupping my cock through the denim.

It takes everything in me to not react.

But that doesn’t stop me from leaning forward, pressing harder into his hand.

God, what is wrong with me?

Swallowing hard, I shovel back the egg whites in front of me with a level of frustration that makes no sense to me. It’s something I’ve never felt before, to be almostangrythat it’s food and not Mac on a platter for me to devour.

I want his taste back.

Ineedto feel him. To see him bare and begging to come.

Fucking fuck, I want to feel him inside me.

“When’s your follow up?”

The question from his mother is like a douse of cold water to my supercharged libido.

“Two weeks,” I answer.

“Actually,” Mac starts with a wince when I throw him a look, “I moved it up. They said the earliest they were comfortable with was six days.”

My brows shoot up.

“That’s good news.” Marie nods. “But why not wait, Macaroni? Give yourself the time.”

“Have you met me, Ma? I can’t sit around for fucking two weeks when there’s nothing wrong. Remember when I was twelve and broke my arm?”

She snorts and shakes her head. “Beating on that damn drum two days later.With the cast.”

“You were so mad.”

They’re both laughing, and a smile is attempting to pull up the corners of my lips right along with them.

But …six days.

In six days, I’ll have Mac without restrictions.

No more going easy. Taking things slow. Making sure he’s not hurting or worse.

He’ll be free.

And for the first time in way too long, I think I might be able to breathe again.

Chapter Eighty-One

Jordan

Armed with a singlewarm can of soda that was difficult as shit to find and earned me the strangest look from Mac, along with a bag of peach rings, I walk into my old apartment with squared shoulders.

My lips are still tingling from the kiss Mac left on me as I left his place. He’s just right across the hall, and yet, I’m still anxious to get back to him.

And nervous.

Nervous as fuck.

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