Page 98 of The Facilitator: Part 2
I stared at her. She brought her gaze back tome.
I leaned closer to her. “Liar,” I whispered. The hint of a smirk appeared on her lips. The evil bitch materialised. Addison couldn’t keep up her act long enough to fool meanymore.
Mack led her and Vivienne away. I stood and watched until she reached the corner. She turned. She didn’t look at Mackenzie, or Gabriella or Alex; she stared straight at me. She gave me one nod. She knew I had the measure ofher.
I handed the flash drive to Mackenzie and he placed it in his pocket. I assumed it would contain the photographs. I didn’t think for one minute there was just the one she had taken ofme.
“How could you do that?” Gabriellaasked.
“Dowhat?”
“Offer to help her after everything she had done. I don’t honestly believe I could summon up that level of empathy for someone sovile.”
“There isn’t a thing she can do to hurt me now. She’s clearly taking drugs, maybe she always has, and that is where her dependency on wealthy men stems from. I don’t know. But who does she have? A dying father and a husband, her cousin, who seems to have abandoned her? She doesn’t fool me,though.”
Mackenzie wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin on myshoulder.
“I don’t know what to say to you. You overwhelm me every day; I’m in awe of your compassion for people. And I could fuck you so hard right now,” hesaid.
“We have guests,” I said, laughing. “Anyway, my wedding day isn’t overyet.”
We spent another hour or so, sitting around the fire, drinking wine, and listening to soulful music. It was a perfect end to an otherwise perfectday
However, I had yet to present my wedding gift to myhusband.
The guests had gone, the music had stopped, and the fire had died down. I gulped down the remains of the cold white wine in my glass, more for courage, and I stood. I held out my hand to him. Hesmiled.
“I get to fuck you, for the first time of many, as my husband,” Isaid.
“I like the sound of that, Mrs.Miller.”
We walked to the house, locked the doors behind us, and then slowly made our way up the stairs and into thebedroom.
“Happy birthday, Mackenzie. My gift is me: totally, openly, completely, andforever.”
The smirk left his lips and I was sure I saw a tear form in his eye. Hesmiled.
I slid the white dress from my body; I was naked beneath. I walked to the television and I switched it on. It was preset at a channel both Gabriella and I had screamed with laughter over earlier that morning. I wasn’t laughing when I turned to face him, though. I had purposely left the sound off. I didn’t need their fake moans; mine would be enough. The room was lit only by the bedside lamp and themoon.
Mackenzie watched me as I sat on the end of the bed with my feet on the chaise. I parted my legs as he stepped in front of me. He knelt placing his hands on my thighs and spreading my legs farther. I looked over his head, and I fucked myself while ménage pornplayed.
Mackenzie stood and stripped. My eyes flitted between the screen and him. I wasn’t sure which—in that moment—was turning me on the most. Not that I’d ever want to have another man fuck me, but there was something every erotic about what I was watching. Mackenzie climbed on the bed behind me. I leaned back into him as my fingers teased. I couldn’t reach those same areas he could and I shuddered as he reached around me. He inserted his fingers alongside mine. He shuffled and I raised myself until I was sitting on his lap. I could feel his cock pressing into my ass. He had one arm around my waist, his hand splayed on my stomach and the other was making mecome.
We watched the movie until we both lost interest in the scene playing out. What was happening in real life took over. Mackenzie lifted me until I was sitting on the bed. He slid off and walked to thetelevision.
“Pornfest another time. I need to do something,” he whispered. I shuffled up thebed.
“What do you need to do?” I asked as he stalked towardsme.
He didn’t speak as he climbed on the bed beside me. He reached out and he ran his fingers down my cheek. He gentlysmiled.
“I need to make love to mywife.”
Other than to fetch food and drink, we didn’t leave the bedroom for the whole of the nextday.
