Page 18 of Irresistible Temptation

“You do that, baby.” I sit up, hands cupping her ass while I lift my hips up, showing her what she does to me and the reason I’ll be busting my ass to get upstairs.

“I will,” she replies. I lick my lips. Her gaze lowers as does her head, and I give her what we both want, only I don’t let it go too far.

“Move it, Mac. Pretty sure you don’t want me to do you right here and, babe, we both know you’re not quiet when you come.” She more than proved that point earlier today in the jet’s bathroom, much like she did the night we spent in the hotel room. My woman is loud, and I love nothing more than to hear every word as she falls apart for me.

“I didn’t hear you complaining, but if it bothers you too much, I’ll be sure to hold back tonight.”

“Challenge accepted,” I reply. Maci hops off my lap. I watch as she grabs her glass off the table and walks into the house putting an extra sway in her hips. I’m about to follow her when my phone buzzes near my drink. I rub my hand down my face. Annoyance is setting in that I’m going to prolong the process of taking care of shit before going after my woman.

I grab my phone and see the name on the screen is Jude. I hit the accept button, bring the phone to my ear, and answer casually, “Hey, man.” I figure he’s calling to talk to me more about Maci. Though, with her seeing Luke, I’m going to have to make it a point to let them all in on the fact she’s pregnant and figure out when to introduce her to our group.

“Hey, Tys, you got a few minutes?” Jude asks on the other end of the line, sounding serious.

“Yeah, bud, what’s going on?” I settle back into the couch. It’s not every day he’ll call. Usually, it’s a text, or when we’re having a group meeting, he’ll pipe up when he has something to say.

“First, sorry Jagger pulled his shit. I told him to get out and to mind his own damn business, but you know him.” If it were anyone else outside of our group, I’d have pounded their head on pavement. Seeing as how I didn’t intend to keep Maci a secret, it didn’t bother me too much. Plus, Jagger is fuckin’ Jagger. He means well. He’s just a pain in the ass at times.”

“It’s all good. Saved me the hassle of typing it all out.” My eyes catch the light turning on in the master bathroom and a silhouette comes into view. I’d been thinking about extending the balcony to cover the full length of the bedroom and bathroom. Now I’m thinking I won’t.

“Yeah, except now I’m calling to give everyone a heads-up,” Jude says. I’m half-listening because my eyes are locked on my woman’s shadow. The frosted glass is doing nothing to hide her undressing. I watch as she raises her hands above her head, twisting her long locks in some kind of way before using a clip to fasten it to the top of her head. Then the real show begins. Her top is the first to go. The side profile of her body does nothing to cool me down from when her pussy was grinding down on my cock.

“Alright,” I tell him, trying to hurry this along. I’ve got a mind to meet Maci in the shower, and I might be too late if this takes much longer. I lick my lips and continue watching. Her hands go to the clasp behind her back, then the fabric of her bra falls to the floor, and her full round breasts become unbound. How Maci couldn’t figure out that she was pregnant is beyond me. Her having a lot of shit going on is the only reason I can think of. Her body has changed in slight ways, and her tits are one of them; more than a handful is how I’d describe them. And while her nipples were sensitive before, it’s nothing like they are now. I so much as look her way, touch the small of her back, and they’re tightening into pebbled tips.

Her fingers glide down the slope of her neck, stopping at the curve of her breasts, cupping them and running her thumbs across her nipples. My hand goes to my mouth, making a fist and biting down, trying to keep from groaning at the sight in front of me.

“Lyric is back.” Jude is talking about the girl who lived next door to Jagger until he was seventeen and she was fifteen. They kept in touch for a year or so, writing each other here and there, until one day, the letters stopped and his came back statingaddress undeliverable. He’d been pissed as hell, not understanding why they’d all of a sudden stop. Lyric’s dad moved here because he was in the military, some kind of higher-up in rank. They’d moved a few times before when the marching orders were sent. When she left, they’d made the decision to always remain friends. It hit him harder than any of us expected when shit took a turn. I also think it changed him in a way, making him become the jokester he is today. Not wanting to take life too seriously, and it’s probably a good reason why he’s yet to ever settle down in any type of relationship. Jagger won’t talk about it. Her name is very rarely brought up, and when it is, he makes an excuse to leave the room. Now when one of our friends meets their match, he’s the first one to say it’ll never be him, and I’m beginning to think there was more to that pact he made with Lyric than any of us know about.

“Shit, does he know?” Maci chooses that moment to bend over to pull off her leggings. I’m cursing the frosted glass and myself for it being a full-length window. A catch twenty-fucking-two. While I’m the one salivating over my woman, that also means my fucking neighbors could be, too.

Maci is completely naked. Not a stitch of clothing is touching her perfect body. She continues what I’m beginning to think is her looking at herself in the mirror, turning this way and that, her hand going to her lower stomach, holding it there for a minute. Meanwhile, I’m nearly fucking drooling. Her curves are about to be my downfall—her hourglass figure in all the right ways, tits bigger because she’s carrying my baby, narrow waist that will change in the coming months, hips that flair out, and an ass I want to sink my teeth into.

“Not yet, making the calls first. I figure he’ll know soon enough since she bought the house next door to his parents.” Jude must have had something flag him on his end to get all of this information already.

“Alright, think we need to make time for another meeting and let him know before he finds out himself.” I get my shit together. Maci disappears from view, and I take that time to hop off the couch, grab my drink, and head inside. My cock is nearly busting out of my jeans, and I still have a few things left to do. I’m hoping I can wrap this call up and close down the house before she steps foot in the shower.

“About to make the rest of the calls now. Thinking we do it with everyone around. You introduce Maci when we have a cookout or some shit. That way, he has other things to keep his mind occupied besides going off half-cocked,” Jude implies. I make it inside. I don’t hear the water running yet and slide the door closed behind me, making sure to lock it, then do the same for the rest of the house while letting what Jude just said marinade.

“Set it up. We’ll be there. Thanks for letting me know. Need to get off the phone. Mac is waiting on me.” I press the light switch, putting it in the off position, and I’ve got one foot on the foot of the stairs.

“Sounds good. Thanks, man, talk soon.”

“Never a problem. See you later.” I hang up and slide my phone in my back pocket, then take the stairs two at a time. I’m too fucking turned on to wait for Maci to get out of the shower, and what I want to do to her hot little body will need more than a wall.

14

TYSEN

Imake it up the stairs and to the bedroom in record time. The shower still isn’t running, and when I round the corner into the bathroom, Maci’s standing there completely fucking naked. My fingers work the buttons on my jeans, allowing my cock the breathing room it desperately needs.

“Tys.” She spins around after noticing me through the mirror. Her tits sway, her ass jiggles, and I’m done pussy-footing around. I watch as her nostrils flare and a shiver takes hold of her as she looks down the length of my body. The head of my cock bobs against my lower abdomen, flexing when she licks her perfectly swollen lips, and I can feel the precum gathering at the tip. I prowl toward her like a lion going after its prey.

“Need you, Mac. I’m taking your pussy and owning it.” My hands grip her shapely hips, lifting her up in one solid movement. Maci’s legs wrap around my waist, hands going to the back of my neck, and her wetness coats the underside of my cock. She undulates her hips, trying to get there with her needy cunt.

I could lift her up the barest of an inch and slam her down on my dick, but I won’t. Been wanting her in my bed for six damn weeks. The last thing I’m going to do is rush this.

I’m going to take my time.

I’m going to worship at the altar that is Maci Vesper.

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