Heat of the Storm
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“Had enough?” Will grumbled, about to toss aside the phone.
Laughing uncontrollably, Mac grabbed the cell from his hands. “One more,” she begged.
Carson’s voice again. “Okay, I may be starting to calm down. Holly just reminded me that I had sex with my best friend’s wife not so long ago and—”
“What?” Mac’s eyebrows shot to her forehead.
“—a kiss isn’t as bad as sex. Nevertheless, ass**le, it’s still pretty bad.” Click.
“He had sex with his best friend’s wife?” Mac asked, looking startled.
“It was a threesome,” Will answered, as if that explained everything.
Funny enough, she nodded. “Okay.” She studied him curiously. “Have you ever had a threesome?”
“I’m afraid I’m a one-woman guy.” He grinned. “I’d rip the head off any man who tried to touch you in front of me.”
“Interesting. I’m in bed with a barbarian.” She tilted her head. “Does that mean I can rip Holly’s head off?”
He laughed. “Not unless you want to contend with Carson. Besides, that kiss meant nothing.”
She narrowed her eyes. “So you didn’t get hard?”
A shrug.
“You did!” she exclaimed, jabbing an accusing finger into his bare chest. “I can’t believe you!”
“I only got hard because I knew you were watching,” he said sheepishly.
“Even when you knew it was driving me crazy with jealousy?”
Another shrug.
Mac’s lush lips curved in a devilish smile. “I think it’s time for some payback.”
“Oh really?”
“Mmm-hmmm.” She shoved away the sheets tangled between their bodies and moved to straddle his lap. “Maybe it’s time I drove you crazy.”
“Baby, you drive me crazy just by breathing.”
Still, her naughty threat had intrigued the hell out of his cock, which was now harder than concrete and jutting out hopefully. Mac grinned when her gaze landed on his erection. She reached down and circled her fingers around the base of his shaft, tugging gently.
A shudder wracked through him. “I was about to make us some dinner,” he protested.
“Ha! Your cooking is as bad as mine. We’ll order pizza after I’m finished with you.”
Despite the fact that he’d f**ked her, oh, about five times today, his arousal levels skyrocketed. The tip of his c**k tingled, anticipating Mac’s next move.
And his dick wasn’t disappointed, because her next move consisted of sliding down his chest and taking him into her mouth.
Heat speared into him like a harpoon. His balls tightened, his muscles grew taut. He would never tire of this woman. She was f**king incredible. Her mouth was hot and moist and tight, and he groaned as her tongue teased his cock, sucked and licked. One hand pumped his shaft, the other cupped his balls, fingernails scraping over the aching sac.
Will moved his hands to her hair, stroking the silky strands, guiding her head over him. It was hard to control himself, to stop from thrusting deep into her throat, as far as his c**k could go. His pulse pounded in his ears, pleasure sizzling through his bloodstream as the hot suction of her mouth and insistent strokes of her hand brought him closer and closer to the edge.
His c**k demanded to be inside her, to feel her wet pu**y fisted over him, but Mac refused to release him. Her mouth devoured him, making its own demands, until his climax exploded inside him like a volcano erupting, and he came into her mouth.
Heart pounding, he sucked in a lungful of oxygen, wondering how she did this to him. Made him lose control, evoked such raw pleasure in his body.
“Okay, we’re even,” Mac teased, kissing his tip quickly before rising up on her knees. Her bare br**sts were tinted red with arousal, but before he could reach for those delectable mounds, she swatted his hands away. “Go order that pizza, Charleston. I’m hungry.”
“Fine,” he grumbled.
Hopping off the bed, he picked his boxers off the floor and slipped them on. Mac settled herself under the covers, shooting him a little smile. “I’ll just wait here.”
He released a groan. “And make me go downstairs and order a pizza knowing you’re lying up here naked?”
“Incentive to be fast,” she answered with a shrug.
Smiling, he left the bedroom and padded barefoot down the stairs. His smile widened when he entered the kitchen and spotted a slice of bread lying haphazardly on the tiled floor. He and Mac had come down to make sandwiches earlier in the afternoon and wound up screwing against the counter. He’d probably never look at bread the same way again.
He found the number for the one and only pizza place in town clipped to the fridge. Grabbing the cordless phone, he dialed the number and placed a quick order, bending down to retrieve the fallen slice of bread as he spoke to the woman who owned the pizza parlor. He was assured the pizza would arrive within half an hour, and his mouth curved. Thirty minutes was plenty of time to make Mackenzie come again.
When he strode back into the bedroom, his cell phone was ringing again.
Rolling her eyes, Mac held it out to him and remarked, “Mr. Popularity.”
He took the phone and glanced at the screen, then stifled a groan. “Damn it.”
Concern filled her eyes. “Who is it?”
“My commanding officer.” Letting out a breath, he lifted the phone to his ear and said, “Charleston.”