thoroughly pissed.
Óh! I have a say in this?µ
Ćome on, Sienna. Don·t act like that. It·s for the best, you know it. Who knows what else this guy has going on. And I·d bet money that he·s not doing this alone.
There·s more to this.µ
She sighed and stood, dusting her fingers down her shirt, and picked up her plate and glass.
Walking
over to the sink, she rinsed them off and placed them in the strainer.
´Why don·t we go back to bed.
It·s early.µ
´Think you can get me to have sex with you, and I·ll melt in your arms, acknowledging your superior
masculine thinking after you·ve sexed me up, good and proper?µ
she asked.
A raunchy grin split his face, his light eyes darkening as they slowly slid over her body. ´Will it work?µ
Sienna rolled her eyes, stomping out of the room, with Mac quickly following.
Sounded like a plan to him.
Í·ve been doing some thinking.µ
Sienna turned from the
bathroom sink and stared at Mac expectantly. ´Yes?µ
Í don·t want you to go to the yacht. I think we can handle this without putting you in danger.µ
She turned back to the sink and spit the wad of toothpaste out before rinsing her mouth.
´What? You don·t like that?µ he asked, leaning against her headboard, wearing nothing but the sheet
partially covering his thick thighs.
´Don·t get me wrong, Mac. I appreciate all you·re doing for me³µ
´But?µ he asked, a frown
settling across his handsome face as she walked into the bedroom.
She shed the light robe, laying it across the end of the bed, before she sat on the edge of the
mattress, facing him.
´But, I·m not benching on this.µ
Ńot benching?µ he asked,
running his hands over the silky material of her nightgown.
Ĺook, I·ve been running and hiding from men all of my life.
I·m not running anymore. This ends now.
I need to be a part of this. So, if you still want to help me, you·re going to have to let me be in on ending
this.µ
Ńo. It·s not gonna happen. His harassing you is going to end.
Now. Without your involvement.
I don·t
want you coming into contact anymore with that son of a bitch,µ Mac bit out.
´Mac, how is that going to happen?µ
Í told you about Runninghorse,µ
he said, reminding her of their conversation earlier about one of his
former military acquaintances who now worked for the
government, who had agreed to help her and Mac.
When she asked why the man was helping, wondering what he was getting out of it, Mac hadn·t gone
into details, simply told her that it was a debt being paid, and left it at that.
She nodded her head and he continued, ´We don·t have all the details worked out yet, but that·ll
come. However, Runninghorse is calling in a favor from a female co-worker who can go in your place. We
will work this out, Sienna,µ he promised grimly.
´Mac, he wants me. How are you going to get in there without me?µ She kicked off her slippers and
climbed into the bed. Í woke up, thinking about this. I·ve got to go. Without me, you can·t get in. There·s
no way around it.µ
´There·s going to be a way around it, Sienna. Do you know how dangerous this could be?µ
Ńo more so than any other dealings with Damian. Damn, Mac, I worked for the guy for years. I
know him. I know what he·s capable of. I also worked his private parties. I know the score,µ she reminded
him, her hand on his arm.
Í know you whored for Marks.
Don·t remind me,µ he growled.
Sienna felt the blood rush from her face. Ścrew you, Mac.
Screw you!µ She shoved him as hard as
she could away from her and jumped out of the bed.
He leaped from the mattress less than a second after Sienna, grabbing her as she had her hand on
the door, preventing her from leaving the room.
She kept her body stiff,
immobile. Ńo. You meant it, don·t lie.µ She pushed away from him, turning to
face him. ´Yes, I stripped for him, fine! Fine! But I didn·t whore for him. I·ve never sold my body to any
man, no matter how hard times got. But am I ashamed of what I did?µ She felt the tears stream and wiped
an angry arm over her face. ´For a damn long time I was. Shamed as hell. But I did what I had to do, Mac.
I did what I had to do to survive, to take care of my brother. And you know what?µ
He was silent, his face tight, emotion swirling in his light gray eyes.
Í wouldn·t take it back. None of it. It was all I could do at the time to survive, and it·s made me a
stronger woman. If you have a problem with that, then you need to reevaluate your
motivation for helping
me. I don·t need to be ¶taken care of.· I·ve been surviving, taking care of myself and my brother since I was
a kid. And you know what? I·ll keep right on doing it, with or without your damn help! Without anyone·s
help!µ She cried and ran to the door once more, hand on
doorknob, the need to get far away from him,
paramount, in her mind.
He placed his hand on top of hers. ´Don·t. Don·t go.µ
Sienna resisted, keeping her body stiff and away from him.
She needed to get out of the room,
needed to be by herself. She clenched her teeth and forced the tears to end.
Ćhrist, I·m sorry, Sienna. You didn·t deserve that. You·re not a whore. Forgive me, baby,
please,µ he
begged, his voice a hoarse whisper. Ĺet me help. I need to help. I care about you.µ
She closed her eyes.
No man had ever said he cared about her, with such emotion, such honesty, reflected in his eyes.
Never.
All the men who used her, men she was forced to be with, none had pretended to care. And caring
was the motivating factor for her to share herself with them.
She faced him.
Íf you care about me, then you should understand why I need to do this. Why I can·t keep running.µ
She stared into his face and saw the swirling contradicting emotions in his eyes.
Frustration, anger, desire«
concern.
He pulled her close, nearly crushing her. Í don·t want you in this. If I could, I·d wrap you up in a bigass
wad of cotton and keep you hidden away in my bed until all this shit was over.µ
Sienna started to laugh, her face buried against his chest.
He soothed his hands over her head, down her back, holding her closer. ´Don·t cry, Sienna!
Please.
I·m sorry. You·re right, you need closure with this. I just³µ
Í·m not crying, Mac.µ She moved away, far enough to look into his face. Á big-ass wad of cotton?µ
she asked, choking on a
strangled laugh.
His face flamed. ´Hell, I never pretended to be a poet, Sienna,µ
he said in a tone of self-mockery. He
gave her a hard squeeze before freeing her.
´We·ll work it out.µ
He leaned down and kissed her.
The kiss started out as a simple meeting of lips, but quickly turned heated.
With a growl, he covered her lips, pulling and sucking her fuller lower rim deep into his mouth. His
tongue shoved deep, dueling with hers. He pulled away and leaned his forehead against hers.
´God, I love your mouth. Have I ever told you that?µ
´You might have, a time or two.µ
She laughed huskily, her breath coming out in gasps.
´There·s nothing unappealing about you, Sienna,µ he said, capturing her lips again. When he released
her, he palmed the sides of her face. ´Damn, you·re perfect.µ
When she cut her eyes away from him, he caressed her face, forcing her to look at him.
´What? You don·t believe me?µ
She was silent.
He·d hurt her, calling her a whore, he knew. He wanted to kick his own ass when he·d seen the
stricken look in her eyes, despite the angry words she tossed back at him.
She wasn·t a damn whore and he knew it. When she·d angrily told him off, defending herself, he·d felt
like a pile of shit.
Í·m sorry for what I said to you.
You didn·t deserve that. I was pissed, thought you·d hooked up with
Marks³again, I wasn·t thinking.µ
Í didn·t³µ
He placed a finger against her lips. ´Baby, I know that. You don·t have to prove a thing. I was an ass.
Forgive me, please,µ he begged.
He turned her to face the mirror on her vanity.
´You·re a beautiful woman, Sienna. You don·t need me to tell you that.µ
As they looked at their twin reflections, she watched with half-closed lids as he inserted a hand inside
her negligee, palming one of her breasts, the contrast in their skin tones making the image that much
hotter to her overstimulated nerves.
´But not just on the outside.µ
His other hand moved her straps down, rolled the gown down to her waist, and both hands cupped
her breast, rolling and tugging on her long, chocolate-red-colored nipples. She leaned her body back
against his, her hands coming up to rest on his, as they played with her tits.
Í know you·re capable, Sienna. I know you don·t need anyone to take care of you,µ he said, gliding
one hand up her soft thigh, insinuating it beneath the silky gown.
His lips stretched in a satisfied, wide smile when he discovered she wasn·t wearing any panties, giving
him easy access to her.
He separated the lips of her pussy with two fingers; his middle finger he used to ease her juices over
the hot nub of her clit. Sienna mewled, grinding back against his hard body as he fondled and teased her.
Slowly, at first, his fingers circled her distended clit, and then faster, creating an electric, hot friction
that made her ache with wild desire.
As he fingered her, Mac grazed his teeth down the line of her neck and back up to the soft skin
behind her ear, his teasing bites gentle against the sensitive flesh of her earlobe. He trailed kisses to the
corner of her mouth, licking the edge, asking permission to enter.
Sienna shivered from his nips and caresses. She turned her head, giving him better access to her
mouth, and opened her lips. At the same time that he plunged his tongue inside, one thick finger dove
inside her creaming core.
His tongue swept over the roof of her mouth. With tongues swirling and playing, like two children
spinning around a merry-go-round, they kissed.
He swallowed her cries as he pumped his fingers in and out of her wet heat. Her heart beat wildly
from his drugging kisses, plunging fingers, and big hand palming her breast.
Her orgasm slammed into her.
Squirming around his hands and mouth, she bucked wildly
against him, rolling her ass and pumping
against his hands until she completed her release.
Moments later, before she·d caught her breath, he lifted her, carrying her over to the bed, and laid
her in the center, on top of the soft down comforter.
Ĺay down, baby. Let me take care of you.µ
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M ac stared down at her as she lay with her legs splayed wide, her chest still heaving from her release.
Reverently he brushed his hands over the springy, curly hairs covering her mound.
Her pretty, glistening pussy called to him. Her small bud of a clit, turgid from his earlier manipulations,
poked out in invitation, begging for him to take a sample of its sweet honey.
He leaned down and dug his hands into the soft cheeks of her buttocks and dragged her down the
bed.
He rubbed his face over her pussy before drawing back and gently flicking his tongue over her
pulsing, turgid clit.
Óh God, Mac, I don·t think I can take that, right now.µ She laughed shakily.
He grinned against her mound and continued to lap at her gently, her honey covering his tongue
lightly.
Áll you have to do is lie there and enjoy what I·m doing to you.µ He mouthed the words against her
cunt.
He twisted his torso and laid his upper body on the bed, knocked her legs farther apart, spreading her
wide. He placed one hand on her thigh to steady her when she bucked against him, moaning and
whimpering.
Śssh, it·s okay, baby,µ he murmured, and flicked her dripping seam with his tongue.
´Mac«µ She sighed, and relaxed her body, allowing him to suckle on her.
Soft sighs escaped as he
feasted on her. Taking two fingers, he separated her vaginal lips and
tongued her, his mouth wide, tongue flat, capturing all of her essence.
He jerked when he felt her small hands grasp hold of his cock.
When her warm lips fastened on him,
it was his turn to buck against her.
´Baby«what are you doing?µ He leaned on one elbow, so he could see her.
The sight of his dick cupped in her hands, and her tongue swirling around his tip, was as erotic as hell
to him.
He flipped her body so that they weren·t lying side by side, and her pussy was positioned
directly in
his face, her slight body draped over his.
´Mac!µ she squeaked, and
laughed. ´What are you³µ Her words were cut off when he grabbed the
insides of her thighs, spread her apart, and delved his tongue deep into her streaming
channel.
´Hmmm. Never mind,µ she
moaned.
She grasped his dick again; this time, she engulfed as much of him into her mouth as she could.
She
slowly slid her tongue over and around him, swirling and licking him like he was her favorite lollipop.
She opened her thighs even wider, to give him better access to her. He continued to lick and stab his
tongue deep into her core, loving her as hotly as she was loving him. There was no sound in the room
except the heated moans of mutual pleasure, both received and given.
Her small hands clenched and squeezed his cock as she
alternated between licking, stem to root, and
deep-throating him. His dick brushed against the back of her throat with each bob of her head.
When she trailed her tongue down his shaft, licked the underside of his ball sac, the soft skin of his
perineum, before taking each cum-filled sphere into her mouth, alternating, suckling gently on them, Mac
groaned harshly against the lips of her vagina, feeling the cum in his balls heat, tingle.
The image of jetting deep into her warm, willing mouth was tantalizing.
In earnest, he stabbed his tongue deep into her creaming snatch, laving her lips, eating all her cream,
ravenous, his head spinning, body straining, needing to release.
The taste, scent, and overall feel of housing him deep inside her mouth, along with the sinful things
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Bubbling, gurgling up from her core, and sweeping through her body, she allowed the sensation to
overtake her. Grinding herself against his mouth, and pumping her pussy against his thick, stabbing tongue,
she shouted around his cock and came, just as his thick, tangy cum shot into her mouth.
Greedily she
accepted it.
She swallowed every bit of his seed, whimpering and crying, as he relentlessly held on to her, until
she·d completed her orgasm.
Weak, depleted, she laid her head against one of his thighs; too tired to move, she closed her eyes.
She felt his hands at her waist, lifting her from his body, laying her back against the pillows.
He lay behind her, his chest moving in deep inhalations against her back, his breathing as ragged as
hers.
Í know you don·t need anyone to take care of you.µ He picked up the thread of their
conversation
before their earth-shattering orgasms.
Sienna nestled deeper into his embrace.
´You·ve done a damn good job of taking care of yourself and your brother. I need to take care of you.
I need to be a part of your life.
And I want to be the one you know you can turn to in any situation.µ
Too tired and spent to say a word, she kept silent, listening to his heartfelt words.
´Please allow me that. I promise I·d never betray your trust. I·d never willingly hurt you. You have to
know that, Sienna,µ he finished, his voice rough with need and some unknown emotion.
Sienna had relied on herself for so long, she didn·t know if she had it in her to trust another completely.
Í don·t know, Mac, I just don·t know.µ She whispered the
confession. Í·ve been dogged by men, life,
so much«I just don·t know«.µ
´Please, baby. Give me a
chance. Believe in me.µ He pulled her against him, holding her, sheltering