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My lip twitched. “Asarrogant, huh? Well, we going to see where this leads between us?” I asked and turned my hand over and squeezed hers.

“I guess so.” She squeezed my hand back and then started to move off me. “Since my crazy killed the mood, we might as well get up.”

I grabbed her waist and tossed her to the bed. “Yeah, I don’t think so. I think we need to start over. And the best part, I won’t have to stop and get a condom,” I said, then started back at the beginning and took her mouth with mine.

I had news for Mackenzie Minton, but I’d wait to share it with her. She said no man could ever want her. Did she not see herself when she looked in the mirror? I she’d had she would know there was a flaw in her reasoning. But no man would ever get the chance to her—she was mine. And I protected and kept what belonged to me. Which now included her.

We’d reached the point where we’d left off, and instead of reaching for a condom, I lifted to my elbows so I could watch her face as I moved my hips forward. I breached her entrance with one thrust and seated myself until I filled her fully.

“Christ, you’re tight. I don’t know how long I’ll last,” I said as I pulled back and pushed in. Her hips lifted to meet my downward thrusts until we set a pace that had us both on the brink. I felt my balls draw up and knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, so I slid a hand between us, pressed down on her clit as I slammed in one last time and sent us both over the edge. We rode out the trembling of our bodies together. When our bodies and breathing settled, I pulled out and fell to her side, pulling her into my arms.

“I’ve never gone without a condom, so I didn’t know if sex would feel different or not without one. I’m never wearing latex again because nothing could compare to what I felt inside you bare.” I shut my eyes and let out a sigh.

“I’m not sure whether it makes a difference or not, either. In the medical field, sometimes the same test has to be done over and over to compare results before coming to a conclusion,” Mac said, then giggled when I tickled her side.

“You okay now,cariño?”

She snuggled closer. “Yes. Nothing like letting out your inner lunatic to cleanse your soul. But you know what’s crazy? In my head, I know giving birth isn’t the only way to become a mom. There are hundreds of kids waiting for home. It’s one of the reasons why after I settled here, I applied to become a foster parent. I’m not sure why I haven’t actively started taking in kids, it just always seems like the wrong time. Maybe I’ll check back in with DCYF, Department of Children, Youth, and Families, and let them know I’m ready for them to place a child with me.”

“You’re qualified as a foster parent?”

“Yeah. The process took a little time, from the application to them checking me out and the in-house inspections. Plus, I had to go through a training course.”

“I’d think being a doctor would have made the process easier for you.”

“Nope, a doctor does not automatically make me parent material. Plus, I’m single and have a practice, so any children I foster who aren’t school age, would have to spend the day in daycare. Not to mention having a babysitter on call for when I go to the hospital for middle of the night deliveries. Maybe that’s what’s held me back from becoming active. I hate thinking of a child spending all day in daycare.”

When Mac mentioned being a foster parent, it made my thoughts go to Tracker and Paxton, and I wondered if they were doing better and if Mrs. Stone had gotten them into a place together.

“You asleep?” Mac asked and bent her head back so she could see my face.

“As you can see, no. But I am hungry.” I moved and pulled us both up in a sitting position. “Come on, once we have breakfast ready, we can eat it on the couch in the living, then lay around and watch movies. I’ll even let you pick the first one.”

“Oh my, you’re too good for me. I’m swooning,” Mac said, then yelped when I pinched her butt as she shifted to get off the bed and headed toward the bathroom.

I grinned, pulled on my jeans, and headed downstairs. I’d use the bathroom off the kitchen, then get the coffee started. I was looking forward to spending the whole day with Mac. Hopefully, without any interruptions.

Sunday flew by, andit had been the most relaxing day I’d spent in a long time. And without any interruptions. Which was surprising considering my brothers were home, too.

Mac and I cooked and ate. We watched movies, laughed, and talked about family. She told me about how her parents died and about her brother, who was in the army. I told her about Kiyaya, and how I’d ended up with my dad. I shared about my time in the military. She shared about her time in college and working hard in medical school. Which brought more questions from me.

“Did you start college at twelve? I know all that training takes time. Not to mention you switched fields in the middle. And you can’t be older than thirty,” I said because there was no way Mac was passed thirty, and if she was it was barely.

She sighed. “I started college at fourteen and was in medical school before I’d turned seventeen. And you know it isn’t nice to ask a woman her age, but I’m thirty-two.”

“Holy shit, Mac. That’s impressive.”

“Thanks. At least you aren’t looking at me like a freak,” she said and her cheeks pinkened.

“I’m in awe of you,cariño. You accomplished things at a young age when most are just figuring out what they want to do with their lives. You should never be embarrassed because you’re intelligent. I’m proud of you for knowing exactly what you wanted and going after it. And if people looked you as a freak, that’s on them. They were probably jealous.”

“It bothered me at first when I had no difficulty with exams and some of the others with years on me failed. After years of being the youngest in every grade, though, I hate to say it, but I got used to the looks and whispers. I just focused on getting through it all.”

“You did it and then some.” I kissed her and changed the subject because she seemed uncomfortable talking about it. It didn’t help I wanted to go back and beat the crap out of anyone who made her feel uncomfortable because they had a problem competing with someone so young.

After that talk, I worked on blanking out her mind with a few heated necking sessions on the couch. Other than the sex we had that morning, we’d spent the day getting to know each other. I’d never experienced anything close to what Mac and I had done all day. And I hadn’t wanted it to end.

“I’ve got to go in.It’s after eleven,” Mac said a little breathless as I kissed her neck, then worked up to her ear.

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