Chapter 29

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

M y Wildest Dreams

Ruby

When Hayden was facing off with Macklin, my heart split in two because we had been connected since our tweens, and it felt like nothing could ever come between us. Abuela had always taught me to look at the bright side, but all I saw was black when she came up to me and said, “Everything will be okay.” She wrapped her arm around me and sounded so sure.

“How can you say that?” I asked her. There was a limit to thinking positive and my glass was now overflowing

“Because I know you kids,” she answered like it was obvious to her.

She wasn’t wrong. She had been there through our teen years, getting us through our ups and downs. “He’s leaving. He’s walking out on me,” I said when I saw Macklin bring his suitcases by the door.

“He isn’t leaving you. He wants to make things right with your brother so he can have you,” Abuela said, shocking me. She didn’t know much about Macklin and me, other than Riley’s stupid announcement. How she came to this conclusion astounded me.

“I don’t know how you can say that?” I responded, feeling flabbergasted.

“I need you to trust me, Rubes. Now go downstairs and take a breather because I need to speak with Mack before he walks out that door.” She patted my shoulder and guided me to the basement. If there was anyone in this world I trusted, it was her.

I listened and went downstairs but I didn’t want to bump into Vicky, Riley, and their friends, so I went into the room where Macklin spent the night and buried my face in a pillow and cried. The thought of Macklin leaving me made me feel physically sick. My only hope was that Abuela was right and he only wanted to fix things. But if that was the case, what was taking so long? I stared at the ceiling, thinking how Macklin and I could’ve handled the situation better, but nothing came up. Everything had played out perfectly between us. Every moment was cherished and we needed that time, dammit. We needed it to know if what we had was real because, if I am being honest with myself, it was never about my V-card. It was always about me saving my heart for the only boy I ever loved. A small whimper escapes me as I think of how tragic that sounds.

The door opens slowly, and Macklin stands looking solemn, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“I’m right here.” I wipe away my tears.

He walks over to the bed and wraps me in his arms. “I hate to see you cry.”

“Everything is such a mess.” I laugh sadly because after all of the crazy that just went down, it’s my crying that’s bothering him.

“It is.” He blows out a breath.

“You were going to leave without saying goodbye,” I murmur, my voice is so small I can barely hear it myself, but him leaving would have gutted me.

“I was going after Hayden for us,” he explains. “I love you and I need him to accept us.” He shifts so he is facing me.

“I love you too,” I sigh. “Why does it have to be so difficult? This holiday has been one debacle after another. I’m not related to Abuela by blood, and Riley stabbed me in the back. I should’ve known she would.”

“We never did talk about our parents growing up,” he says out of nowhere.

“It always felt too painful to think about them. I always assumed my dad went back to Sweden and my mom. . . I mean, Carmen, was sitting on a beach somewhere enjoying a margarita. Reality is too grim to think about.”

“My parents. . .” He bows his head and his lower lip trembles. “They were great parents, Periwinkle. Dad, his name was David, he was a dentist. He had a practice where he treated adults and children. I used to go in and visit him on occasion and he always had this bright welcoming smile. Mom, her name was Helen, she was a nurse in a hospital. Sometimes she did the night shift and Dad cooked us dinner and we hung out. I played soccer on a local team and we lived in this really nice house with a big balcony out front and a large green yard. I feel like I am forgetting them. They are fading from my memory and that scares me. Growing up without them meant I was always thinking about them and what they would do, but I didn’t share them with anyone because they were mine.”

“Oh, Mack.” I lean over and hug him. “It sounds like such a good life.”

“Not having them for guidance meant I was always questioning my next move. What would Mom say? What would Dad think? I think that’s where a lot of my self-esteem issues came from,” he confesses. He leans back and shifts to lie against the headboard. I shift too so I am sitting beside him.

“You lived in Jersey, right?” I ask because he mentioned it once.

“Yeah, it was a great neighborhood.”

“We should go back there one day. Maybe you’ll end up playing for the New Jersey Rockets and we could live in Jersey.”

Macklin watches me with an expression I can’t read.

“Did I say something wrong? You’re freaking me out right now,” I say, looking wide-eyed.

“Nothing wrong with what you said, Periwinkle. I never had the courage to go back home. It always felt too painful but now that I have you, I feel like I can do anything,” he states and those words gut me.

“Mack, you’re the strongest person I know. You never needed me,” I assure him.

“I want you, Periwinkle. Always.”

“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.” I straddle him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks.

“I need you, Mack. I’m done hiding. Abuela is perfectly fine with us together,” I remind.

“Which is weird,” he says.

“Why is it weird? Deep down I felt like she would accept us,” I say to him.

“She is a very special lady.”

“She really is. She isn’t even related to Hayden and me and she put her whole life on hold for us.” It feels surreal that a stranger would do that for kids who came from a guy who treated her daughter badly.

Macklin sighs. “I owe her my life.”

I lean in and kiss him. His hands wrap around my back, and he deepens the kiss, his tongue coming out to play. I also feel him harden beneath me, so I press my center against him and he groans.

“We need this, Mack.”

“You know I’m not saying no to you. I never could.”

I shift a little and remove his joggers and boxers. Then I whip off my sweatshirt and dip my head, taking his hard cock in my mouth.

“Damn, that feels good,” he groans. “But I need inside you now.”

“What position should we try today?” I ask.

“I love how eager you are to learn everything. Such a good student,” he praises.

“Because I’ve had the best teacher,” I assure him.

I sit up and remove my leggings and underwear.

“I think you should ride me. You’re going to enjoy it.”

I straddle him again. “Am I supposed to put your cock inside me?”

“I like the sound of that.” He grins, it’s a lazy grin because he is a lot more relaxed. We are in our own little bubble again and I am going to enjoy every minute.

I take his cock and move it over my entrance, but I can’t get it to fit. “This is awkward, Mack. I’m embarrassed.”

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” He takes his cock in his hand and guides it inside me slowly. “Now seat yourself on me.”

I do as he says.

“It feels so full like this,” I comment. “Now move your hips.” He places his hands on my hips to guide me. I move slowly at first, but from this angle he is rubbing me in all the right places and things feel out of control. Like I am chasing something I know will feel phenomenal.

When Mack starts thrusting his hips inside me, all bets are off. I’m unhinged.

“Open your eyes, Periwinkle. I want to watch you come completely undone,” he urges and groans as he drives into me. I open my eyes and look into his and the gray is so clear. My hands fall to his shoulders as I grind myself harder and harder along his cock and then it hits. My orgasm is so intense as I control everything that is happening. It’s drawn out and a loud moan escapes me but Mack holds his hand over my mouth, quieting me. It’s so hard to keep quiet with the hot rush flooding my body but my mouth falls open and I breathe fast, fighting to keep my eyes open. Mack grunts and comes inside me. We move in sync, drawing out each other’s ecstasy. It feels like a love dance I never want to end and when I fall to the side of the mattress, I realize. . .

“We didn’t use a condom,” I blurt.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I was so wrapped up in everything and you, I wasn’t thinking.”

“I’m on the pill for my periods,” I relay to him.

“I haven’t been with anyone all year except for you, and I was tested before the school year started,” he explains.

“So, we are okay then,” I assure him, and I slowly move off him. His cum drips down my thighs.

“Fuck, I’ve never had unprotected sex before and seeing my cum running down your thighs is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, his eyes filled with heat.

“It felt different without the condom. It was so much better.”

“We could stop using them if you’re comfortable with just being on the pill,” he suggests.

“I want that,” I say to him. His cock is covered in cum and so am I.

“Would we be pushing it if we went to shower together?” I ask him.

“We’re adults and our secret is out. I don’t give a shit about Vicky and Riley. Although, I do feel bad for Riley, that girl has some serious issues.”

I give him a knowing look. Her behavior was out there.

“But I also don’t want Luc or someone else seeing you naked.”

“Shit. Where is Luc?” I ask, feeling bad since he is our guest.

“He knows how to take care of himself. I’m not worried. Wrap yourself in that towel over there.” He points to a towel hanging on the closet door. “It’s mine from yesterday. We can take fresh ones when we get to the shower.”

I take the towel and clean myself between my legs. Then I clean his cock for him and feel him harden beneath my touch.

“You’re planning to put pants on, right?”

He breaks into laughter. “Yes, why?”

“I feel possessive of you. I don’t want other girls seeing this beautiful cock,” I say to him.

“In my wildest dreams, Periwinkle, I never thought I would hear those words come out of your mouth.”

“Is it bad then that I’m interested in how anal works?”

He coughs on his saliva. “You’re going to be the end of me.”

“Or the beginning,” I correct.

He slips on his joggers with no boxers and his cock tents his pants.

“We better make a run for it,” I suggest as I wrap the towel around my body.

We run out of the room just as Luc is walking through the main room. When he turns toward the bedroom, he sees us.

My eyes widen and I curse.

Luc covers his eyes. “I didn’t see anything,” he calls out.

“Exactly,” Mack barks as we make it into the bathroom and lock the door behind us.

I drop the towel and turn on the water. When it’s hot enough to get in the shower, we both get in. It isn’t a very large shower, it’s a stall with glass walls.

Macklin moves in behind me. His hard cock is pressed into my back as the stream of hot water runs over us. He wraps his arms around me and one hand tweaks my nipple.

“We have to work up to anal,” he says against my ear. Then he is kissing my neck. I tilt it to the side to give him better access. “Put your hands on the wall.”

I do as he says, and he begins to rub my clit from behind as he tweaks my left nipple with his hand. When he feels I am very wet, he says. “I’m going to stick my finger in your ass.”

My eyes widen in fear and my breath picks up before I calm down and realize this is exactly what I wanted. I trust Macklin.

“Okay,” I reply breathily.

First, he sticks a finger inside my pussy, when he begins to pump I am so worked up I thrust my hips against his finger, then he puts another inside me, making me feel more full. When he slowly inserts a finger into my butt, I tense up at first.

“Relax, Periwinkle.” His voice is smooth like honey so everything inside me relaxes. When he begins to pump from both ends, I feel so full.

“It’s too much,” I tell him but I am a moaning mess. I don’t know which way to rub myself because they both feel so good.

“That’s a good girl, just like that,” he encourages me as I roll my hips against his fingers.

The orgasm rushes toward me like a tidal wave, and I can’t stop because it’s too good and too much all at once. When I come, it’s hard and intense. My legs almost give out on me, but I hold on because I don’t want the feeling to end.

“Hush. I’m pretty sure you can hear everything through the vents,” he warns.

I try to stay quiet as the feeling overwhelms me and the waves of my orgasm run through me, lifting me higher and higher. When I come down, I feel spent. Macklin removes his fingers and turns me to face him. My breasts press against his chest as the water stream runs between us. His hard cock presses into my stomach. “Do you want me on my knees, or should you take me from behind?”

“Those are both good options. I’ll let you choose,” he replies.

“Take me from behind.”

I turn and place my hands on the wall as Macklin guides his cock inside me. He doesn’t enter at first, he just rubs himself against my clit and up to my ass. Everything is still throbbing inside me and him doing that drives me wild. When he does slide into me, a moan escapes me and my hips begin to move. His hands grab on to my hips as he moves at a staccato, pounding into me from behind. He thrusts harder and faster, and I feel myself building again. My breasts are bouncing and it feels so sexy. His body is so strong and muscular. His muscles working as he moves. I feel him growing inside me, hitting all the right spots. I lean on the wall feeling my orgasm coming and wondering how it is even possible to have so many orgasms in a day.

When Macklin grunts and comes inside me, he sets me off and I push my pussy harder onto his cock. We move in sync, drawing out every ounce of ecstasy.

We are both breathing hard as he pulls out of me. I turn around, wrapping my arms around him, “Is this normal, Mack?”

“What?” he asks.

“For the sex to be this good?” I clarify.

“Definitely not, Periwinkle. It’s us together.”