She turned away from the window and toward Mac.

“Interesting bunch of guys.”

“You could say that.”

She leaned against the window sill. “They’re all incredibly good looking. Is that a requirement to be in your organization? Because a girl could get used to hanging around all that sexy testosterone.” She fanned herself. “My, my, my.”

He advanced on her, peeling off his jacket and tossing it onto the chair. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Think about what?” she asked, batting her lashes.

“You and any of those guys. Or for that matter, any other guy.” He stopped in front of her.

Oh, this was fun. She stretched out her legs between his. “Are you getting possessive on me?”

Mac leaned over and placed his palms on either side of her, framing her within the windowsill. “I’m not getting possessive, baby. I just think of you as mine. And I don’t share.”

“Oh.”

“Do you have a problem with that?”

He was so close his nose almost touched hers. She caught the faint scent of cinnamon on his breath from the gum he’d chewed earlier. She licked her lips, loving this side of him. “I don’t have a problem with that.”

“I don’t like you ogling the other guys.”

She snorted. “I wasn’t ogling, but I have to admit they were damn fine specimens of the male species.”

He narrowed his gaze. “Am I going to have to teach you a lesson?”

She loved this playful side of him, the one that could get down and dirty and role play with her where it really counted—in the bedroom. It was a side to Mac, and frankly, to herself, that she never knew existed. She loved bringing it out of both of them. “I hardly think I need to be taught a lesson, Mac. If I want to look, I’ll look.”

“I don’t think so.”

He surprised her then by grasping her wrists and jerking her to her feet, then hauling her with him over to the bed.

When he threw her over his lap, she let out a cry of surprise.

“Mac! What are you doing?”

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Lily.”

A little thrill shivered up her spine at the way he talked to her, the promise of an exciting adventure. “Mac, the other guys—‘“

“Can hear us. Do you like knowing that they’ll be able to hear me touching you?”

His hand came down hard on her buttocks, the loud smack echoing throughout his room.

“Ow! That hurt, goddamit!”

“Did it? Gee, Lily, I’m so sorry.”

There wasn’t an ounce of remorse in his words. She fumed, struggling to get off his lap. Then he surprised her by reaching underneath her to draw down the zipper on her jeans.

When she felt him pulling them down, she started to struggle in earnest.

“Don’t you dare.”

Despite her kicking and fighting, she was no match for him, and soon her jeans were down around her knees and the only thing protecting her butt from his hand was a thin pair of panties.

“I like this color,” he said, smoothing his hand over the lavender silk before smacking her rear end, again. Loud enough for someone to hear, too.

“Stop that!” It stung, but what she found surprising was how much it turned her on. She was getting wet. But was that due to Mac’s touch, the mental thrill of being spanked, or because the other guys might be listening in?

“I think you like this,” he said. “I think knowing the guys might hear excites you.”

“That’s ridiculous.” She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of admitting what she’d been thinking, even though every word he spoke made her cream in her panties.

He inhaled sharply. “I can smell you, Lily. When you’re excited, I can smell your pussy. God, that’s a sweet, hot scent. And it makes my dick hard.”

He rubbed her ass, trailing his fingers down to her pussy.

“You’re wet through your panties.” He slipped his finger underneath her panties and drove two fingers inside her.

“Goddamn are you ever wet.”

She couldn’t help but moan when he entered her with his fingers. It just made her wetter, feeling her pu**y convulse around him. She wanted his c**k in there, filling her, f**king her, making her come.

The soft tear of fabric brought about a wrenching gasp from her as he ripped her panties away, lifting the material from her body so he could cup her pu**y with the palm of his hand.

He caressed her sex, back and forth, rubbing her cl*tuntil she writhed against him, searching for that sweet spot she craved so desperately. He removed his fingers and coated her anus with her cream, then slid one finger inside her ass while he used his other hand to stimulate her clit.

His c**k was hard as a rock against her hip. She wanted it out of his jeans and inside her. She wanted everything right now, and she found it hard to focus while his fingers were buried in her pu**y and ass, doing delicious things to her.

“Mac. Oh, Mac,” she cried, no longer caring at all who heard, or how loud she was. “Make me come.”

He twisted his fingers inside her, pulling out, then pushing deep, withdrawing them from her pu**y to coat her cl*twith her juices. Tantalizing the tight knot while f**king her ass with relentless strokes was her undoing. She let out a cry as her orgasm rushed over her, quick, intense pulses that made her jerk against Mac’s lap, shuddering as the waves of cl**ax splintered her.

Mac withdrew and she lifted off him. He left for only a few seconds to use the bathroom and wash his hands, then he was back, undressing as he approached. She had already pulled off her shirt and bra, needing his c**k inside her.

“On your knees,” he commanded.

She dropped, eager for a taste of him, not waiting for him to tell her what he wanted. She knew.

Her mouth. On his cock. The musky scent of him compelled her, his c**k head swollen, with a drop of pearly liquid pooling at the tip. She grasped the base of his shaft and brought it to her mouth, tilting her head back to look at him as her tongue snaked out to lick the salty fluid from the wide crest.

“Christ,” he whispered, grasping the nape of her neck and guiding his c**k onto her waiting tongue.

She swirled her tongue over his heated flesh, licking around every vein, each ridge, flicking the wide head before enveloping it between her lips and closing her mouth to suck him inside. She took him inch by inch, watching his face, his tortured expression as she engulfed his shaft completely.

His harsh intake of breath was music to her ears, letting her know he really liked what she was doing. She took him deep, all the way to the back of her throat, swallowing him.

“God, Lily,” he said, tightening his hold on the back of her hair, then setting the rhythm by pulling her head back and pushing it forward.

It excited her to have him control her movements, to know that he wanted her to take him deep. She loved pleasing him, because it heightened her senses, made her ni**les tingle and her pu**y quiver. She reached down and began to rub between her legs and Mac groaned.

“You want to come again, baby?”

She couldn’t answer, of course, because her mouth was filled with his hard cock. But she groaned, her throat vibrating against the soft tissue of his c**k head.

“Jesus, you’re making me crazy.”

He withdrew, then dropped down to his knees in front of her, taking her mouth in a hard kiss. He drove his tongue inside, his lips rolling over hers in heated passion, his fingers tearing through her hair.

She loved this wild side of him, the part of him that was desperate to possess her and completely out of control.

He broke the kiss and picked her up, then deposited her on the bed, following her in a hurry. Lily barely had time to catch a breath before he spread her legs and plunged inside her.

She responded with a shriek of pleasure that she knew every single guy on the floor had to hear, which only made her pu**y tighten around his cock.

Mac lifted her arms over her head and licked her nipples, stopping every few seconds to kiss her, to talk to her and tease her about the noises she made.

“You know they can hear you,” he said, his voice tight with strain.

“I don’t care what they hear. Just keep f**king me.”

She lifted and spread her legs, allowing Mac to sink deeper inside her, to rock his pelvis against her cl*tand take her closer to another orgasm. She wanted that—to come again, to splinter around his c**k and squeeze the come right out of him.

“Come on, Mac, do it,” she said, urging him on.

He responded by slamming into her, grasping her buttocks and lifting her legs so there wasn’t a space of air separating them. She was sweating, crying out, so close she could feel the quivers inside.

Then she let go, shuddering as the sweetest sensations poured through her. She moaned her satisfaction, crying out Mac’s name as she orgasmed. And she didn’t care who heard her. Mac stilled against her, burying his face in her neck as he came, then panted against her, resting his head on her shoulder.

Lily swept her hands over his back, realizing how much she’d changed since being with Mac. She was so bold now, unafraid to show him her wants and needs. And he always gave her what she craved, as if he could sense her desires.

Not that she hadn’t liked sex before—she had. She’d loved experimenting, but she’d never given her all to any man before. Maybe she’d been saving it for Mac—that wild and uninhibited part of her that she always knew existed, but had never let out.

It was sure as hell out in the open now. She couldn’t imagine being this free and open with any other man. But what would happen when this was all over? Would she stay with him, or would they part ways and go back to their respective lives?

She realized she didn’t want to leave him, but that decision wasn’t entirely up to her. Mac had a life—a very secret life. And he’d just recently let her in on it.

A lot of things between them were up in the air.

And they still had a long way to go before any decisions about their future could be decided.

Chapter Fourteen

Lily loved these guys. It was like having brothers.

Annoying brothers, but still, it was the closest thing to siblings she’d ever had. They’d made her feel welcome and like part of their family.

After she and Mac resurfaced from his room, she got looks, raised brows and some snickers—pretty much what she’d expected after all the noise they’d made. She wasn’t at all embarrassed about it, either. From what she could tell, the guys were jealous, but they took it well, and were surprisingly respectful to her. She liked that about them.

They’d gone downstairs to fix something to eat, and everyone pitched in. These guys were not incompetent, nor did they expect not to cook now that there was a woman on the premises. In fact, they kept pushing her out of the way, but she continued to butt her way back in. They finally let her slice vegetables for the salad, claiming ‘meat’ was man’s duty. She rolled her eyes and pronounced them all Neanderthals.

And oh, could they cook. The long table was covered with steaks, fried potatoes, salad, and warm bread. Who knew that men who looked like these guys also possessed culinary skills?

“If women around here knew guys like you existed, they’d be camped out at the gates,” she said, finishing off the last juicy bite of meat.

“Maybe we should start advertising,” Diaz said with a wink.

“I don’t think so. Last thing we need is a bunch of squealing, hormonal females in our midst.” AJ must have realized what he said, because his gaze shot to Lily. “Present company excepted, of course.”

She tried to hide her smile. “Of course. So tell me what the “AJ” stands for?” she asked.

“None of your business,” he replied with a wink.

“He’s never told any of us,” Spence said. “It’s some deep dark secret.”

“Which means it must be bad.” Paxton looked over at AJ, who glared at him. “Really bad.”

“Not that we haven’t tried guessing,” Rick said. “And believe me, we’ve come up with every name in the book. We figured we probably hit the nail on the head, but he won’t admit it.”

AJ kept his head down and ate, ignoring all of them.

“Adam James?” she offered.

AJ’s lips curled, but he shook his head.

“He wishes it was that,” Mac said. “We’re thinking it’s something like Alphonse. Or Armand.”

“Adolph Junior.”

“Alfalfa Jones.”

“Alimentary Juice.”

“Armpit Jolly.”

Lily snorted. They acted like little boys. And she was already crazy about all of them. In a brotherly way, of course.

Their good natured teasing clearly defined their affection for each other, in a guy kind of way.

“Better than Spencer. Or Paxton,” AJ finally said.

“Makes you both sound like rich boys.”

“Yeah, well we know better than that, don’t we, Pax?”

Spence asked. He stood and began clearing plates.

“Sure as hell no money falling out of my family tree,”

Pax replied with a wink. “If there was, I’d have stolen it a long time ago.”

They all laughed and moved the dirty dishes into the kitchen.

“I love how they insult each other like that and not get mad.” She leaned over to whisper at Mac.

“Water under the bridge. We all fought it out years ago.

Insulted each other, really dug into the pain of our pasts.

Grange made us.”

She nodded. “I suppose it was like therapy.”

He laughed. “You could say that. None of us have secrets, Lily. Not from each other. Grange made us lay it all out on the table, everything ugly, so there’d never be any skeletons in the closet.”