“That feels so good.”

Damn straight it did. This was all about her, and I couldn’t wait to watch her come. Flicking my tongue against her over and over, I pushed a second finger inside her tight, hot channel, and within seconds I felt her clenching down on my hand as her release started to build.

“Come for me, sexy girl.” Still pumping my fingers in and out, I bit down on her clit and MacKenzie gave a little cry of pleasure, repeating my name again and again as she came. Her body clenched down on my fingers, and tremors racked her for several long moments. Her pussy felt so good around my fingers; I couldn’t wait to experience what it felt like when I was deep inside her body.

Blinking open hazy eyes, her gaze found mine and she smiled. I moved over her and kissed her deeply. MacKenzie’s labored breathing was a huge turn-on. I couldn’t wait to feel her hands, her mouth, her tight little cunt wrapped around me.

She curled her hand around my cock and gave it a squeeze. I almost fucking came right then. I needed to be buried balls deep inside her.

Like yesterday.

“I wanna play with this,” she murmured, working her hand into the front of my shorts.

“You can do any goddamn thing you like to him.”

My fucking phone started ringing again.

Motherfucker!

MacKenzie lifted her head off the mat and gave me a look that said just go answer it.

“Sit tight, beautiful.” I needed to get rid of whoever this was—or throw the phone out the goddamn window. I got up and crossed the room, adjusting my rigid cock so I could walk properly. With a muttered curse, I grabbed my phone where it sat on the floor.

Damn it. It was Sophia. It had only been a week since I gave her the check for five grand; there was no way I was going to bail her out again. Not this soon, anyway.

I declined the call and turned back to MacKenzie, who was looking at me expectantly. She was so beautiful, it almost took my breath away. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her cheeks were rosy and pink.

But now that I was on my feet, I was having second thoughts. Not about wanting her. Hell no. But as she lay there, looking at me with her big blue eyes, I knew I didn’t want her here, like this. MacKenzie deserved more than that. There were women you threw down on the gym mat and banged just for the sake of getting off. And there were women like MacKenzie, who you hoped would be more.

MacKenzie rose to her feet, adjusted her clothes, and closed the distance between us. She traced her fingers up my abs to my chest, then slid her arms around my neck and pulled herself up. She kissed me so tenderly, then pulled herself up on me, wrapping her legs around my waist.

I easily supported her weight with my hands under her butt. She rocked up and down against me, grinding herself on my erection. My dick flexed enthusiastically in my shorts, begging me to let him come out and play. Her damp heat radiated through my shorts, threatening to short-circuit all other thoughts in my brain.

But she deserved more. I pulled back. “MacKenzie, I can’t.”

Her soft eyes searched mine for a moment, wondering, before they turned cold and she let herself down, dropping to her feet.

“You fucking ass.” Her hands balled up in fists. “I can’t believe you’re pulling this shit on me again. God, I’m such an idiot.”

I stood blinking stupidly as she headed for her purse that was lying on the mat across the room. She was almost to the door before I managed to pull my shit together and take charge.

“Damn it, MacKenzie, that’s not what I’m doing!” I yelled a bit too loud, but it stopped her long enough for me to storm past her and plant myself between her and the door.

Her eyes were already wet with tears. Shit.

“I wasn’t trying to push you off. I just don’t want this”—I motioned to the mat—“to be the first time I’m with you.” I took her hands in mine once more and gently coaxed them out of tight fists. “You have to believe that I’m done pushing you away. I don’t have the strength to do it anymore. I’ve wanted you all this time, but I thought I wasn’t good enough for you.”

Lifting her hands up, once they finally opened, I kissed the palm of one hand, then the other, hating the little crescent-shaped marks I found there. “I still know I’m not good enough for you, but I realize now that no one is. But you need someone, and I want to be that someone.”

I pulled her in my arms and lifted her up, kissing her softly on the lips before letting her back down on her feet. Her arms felt so good wrapped around my neck, her body still pressed against mine. The way it should be. We stood there for a moment, just looking into each other’s eyes.

Her gaze left mine, and her forehead creased. “I have to tell Chris.” She bit her lip.

Chris. He was going to fucking kill me. But when she looked up at me again with pouty eyes, I no longer gave a shit. Chris could beat me senseless if that was what it took for me to be with this angel. I leaned in to kiss her again, but my phone rang.

“Who keeps calling?” she asked.

“No one. It’s just my sister, wanting to borrow money.”

Twenty-Two

MacKenzie

Ian had just completely rocked my world, shattering it into a million tiny pieces. His warm mouth on my core had been better than all the times I’d fantasized about him combined. And now he was looking at me with that hungry gaze of his and telling me that he wanted me. I could have melted right into the sea of blue mats in his gym.

Telling Chris about us wasn’t going to be fun, but I’d wanted Ian for the better part of a year now and I felt like I had just won the damn lottery. He was so hot and sweet, and made me feel things I’d never felt before.