Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

WOOD

I wake up curled around her—like I have every morning this week. But today's the first time I haven't carefully unwrapped myself from Macy's sleeping body in hopes she'll never know it happened.

Today, I pull her tighter to me, her back at my chest, and nuzzle into her neck. She smells so good. Her hair, her skin. Before I think better of it, I kiss the spot just behind her ear, breathing her in.

She lets out a soft sigh and arches back against me, pressing her ass directly onto my hardening cock.

Then she wiggles.

Fuck.

She cuddles closer and squeezes her arms around mine at her waist. My erection is nestled perfectly between her ass cheeks. I hold her tighter to me in hopes that she'll stop wiggling. Instead, Macy starts grinding her ass against me, at the same time sighing and letting out soft moans and whimpers.

Already my skin is heating, my breathing getting heavier, my dick and balls starting to throb.

It's going to be like last night, when I almost blew a load in my pants from how much she turns me on.

I slip my hand down to her hip to try and hold her still and calm me down. But it has the opposite effect because her shirt has ridden up and she's not wearing any panties. And now my hand is on her bare skin. So soft. So warm. And she's still making all these sexy, breathy sounds as she moves against me.

I grip her hip bone, rubbing circles with my thumb into the fleshy side of her ass. She groans. She's perfect.

So I slide my hand around and down between her legs, listening to her breathing pick up, feeling the pulse in her neck quickening.

Her pussy is soft, pliable. Warm and already wet when I dip a finger between her lips and rub her clit.

"Is this what you need, Mace?" I whisper against her neck. "You need to come for me again?"

She whimpers and thrusts her hips forward, grinding into my hand, then back against my cock.

A low growl vibrates in my chest, and I slink under the covers, roll her onto her back, and settle my face between her legs.

She's delicious. Her pussy is the prettiest pale pink, and as I start licking, it gets darker. Swelling and opening up for me. The hood receding to reveal her hard little clit as I lick it over and over, finally distending enough for me to start sucking on it.

Macy sputters, crying out and then gasping, sitting up on her elbows and looking down at me, wide-eyed. "I thought I was dreaming."

Shit. I sit up, out of breath, and wipe my chin with the back of my hand. "I didn't realize you were asleep asleep. Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

"Thank fuck." I go back down to feast on her perfect pussy, spread out for me like a gourmet meal.

I'm so hard, my cock throbbing. I palm myself over my boxer briefs. It's barely enough pressure to relieve the ache. I imagine pulling it out and tugging on it. Stroking myself as I make her come and then asking her if I can come on her stomach or her tits or her pussy.

But I'm not going to do that.

I keep licking and sucking. I'm enjoying every second, taking little breaks to kiss her thighs and nibble her pussy lips between my teeth.

She's moaning in earnest, and I love it.

My saliva and her juices drip down her pussy to her ass and I go down to lick it up. She whines when my tongue touches her puckered hole. She startled last night when my finger had grazed her asshole, but then she'd also bowed into it.

Is she into ass play?

"Can I put my fingers in you?" I ask, trailing my fingers to her entrance as I suck on her clit.

"Yes." She's breathing heavy.

I push a finger in. One, then two. She's so wet. I curl my fingers, finding the right spot. She squirms under me, twisting and squeezing my head between her silky thighs. I strum her clit with my tongue, flicking then licking. Fast then slow.

Sliding my fingers out, I ask, "What about here?" Dragging them down and circling her little rosebud.

"Oh. I, um?—"

My fingers are slick with her juices. I apply gentle pressure to her tight asshole, and she arches and pushes against it.

"Yes." Her voice is breathy. Shaking.

I keep my mouth on her as I slowly breach the ring of muscle, just an inch or so. She gasps and groans, spreading her legs and bearing down as I push in further. Her ass is so incredibly tight. Perfect.

When I get my finger in to the knuckle, she gushes on my tongue, her clit pulsing. I spit on her pussy, letting it mix with her juices and drip down to lube my finger in her ass as I start sliding it in and out. In and out. Nice and slow.

She's squirming. Fisting the sheets by her hips and twisting them between her fingers as she moans louder and louder. A thin sheen of sweat glistens across her quivering stomach.

"More…please." The sound of her begging makes my dick twitch.

I want to beg, too. Beg her to let me watch her pretty pussy stretch around my cock.

"Is this what you need?" I slide two fingers in.

"Oh my go—yes. Yes."

I pump her with two fingers and alternate licking and sucking her clit.

"You're going to come with my fingers in your ass, aren't you?"

"Yes."

She's strung tight through her body like a bow, and I sense the moment just before the string snaps and she falls apart beneath me.

Just like last night, she cries out and curses under her breath as she comes.

Beautiful.

Breathtaking.

A goddess in a Garfield shirt.

We walk out into the hallway, sporting our matching fanny packs and water bottles. Just as I shut the door behind us, the door next to ours opens. Spencer comes out, a scowl already thrown our way.

I put my arm around Macy's shoulders and lean down to whisper in her ear, "He definitely knows what you sound like when you come, now."

Her cheeks flush pink and it makes me smile. I kiss her forehead, and we walk past him without a glance back and head downstairs.

"You swear when you come, you know."

Macy whips her head around, jaw dropped. "I do not!"

"You do."

"I do not."

"Yep."

She lowers her voice. "What do I say?"

"There's been a couple oh shits and several fucks ."

Her eyes are wide.

I burst out laughing. "I didn't mean to horrify you. It's okay, Mace. I like seeing this side of you." It's a side I don't think anyone else sees.

We walk out to the front of the house, along the sweeping curved drive, and over to the second, detached garage, where ten bikes are lined up and waiting. Jake is already out there, inspecting all the tires and gear settings in his bike shorts and neon biking jersey, sunglasses on his head.

Bex comes to join us, soon followed by Noah and Livvy.

"Are you ready?" Bex beams.

"I haven't ridden a bike since I was twelve, I think," Macy says.

"They say you never forget," I add.

"We'll find out," she says with a nervous chuckle.

"Who decided a twenty-six mile bike ride would be fun?" Livvy asks.

"Jake," Bex whispers with a grimace.

Spencer and Margot hang back, chatting in the shade while Jake gets all the helmets organized by size.

"Coming through! Clear some space!" Zayne marches through with Dane following, phone in hand.

"Sorry, it's for the vlog," Dane whispers as they walk by, Zayne narrating and smiling for the camera.

They get some B-roll shots of the view and the bikes as Jake hands out the helmets.

"Can we get mimosas after?" Bex asks Jake as he does the clasp of her helmet.

"Anything you want, dear," he says, then kisses her on the nose.

I do my helmet then turn to Macy to help with hers, but she already has it on and tightened.

She's wearing short jean shorts that ride up between her thighs, and she keeps pulling them down.

"I should have worn the yoga pants again. These are so short, and my legs are so white, and ugh. I hate them."

I see no problem with her legs. In fact, all I can think about when I look at them is how amazing they felt squeezing my head earlier. I put my hand soft on her back. "Your legs are perfect, and I can't wait to get between them again."

She looks up at me, adorable as ever, hair curling from under the bike helmet, rosy cheeked. "You want to… again?"

"Heck yeah, I do." Then I laugh, because I don't think I've ever said heck yeah before. She must be rubbing off on me.

"I want you to, too," she whispers.

"Okay," Jake waves to get all our attention, "this is how the ride's going to go. We'll go two-by-two. Bex and I will lead, then Spencer and Margot, Livvy and Noah, Zayne and Dane, then Macy and Wood in the back. Pick your bikes, and I'll come around and adjust the seat for anyone who needs it."

As we're all getting on the bikes, Jake comes over and pulls me aside, keeping his voice low. "I need you to make sure Zayne's keeping pace with the group. He's my best friend. I know him. He's going to want to stop every few minutes to take a picture or film a Reel or whatever."

"I'm your man, bro."

"Thanks." He claps me on the shoulder and then we're headed out for the ride.

Half of us are a bit wobbly for the first couple miles. Turns out you don't forget how to ride a bike, but you can forget how to ride one well. But everyone gets the hang of it.

The route around Bainbridge Island is pretty. We follow the coast for a lot of it. Clear blue skies over bright water, views of Seattle in the distance. The sun is high in the sky, and it's already hot.

Zayne is sweating through his shirt. "I'm not made for the outdoors," he says, out of breath, as Dane films. "We might be vlogging my death, babe."

Dane laughs. "That's dramatic. But it'd be one hell of a vlog."

"Imagine the views," Zayne says, a spark in his eyes.

It's nicer when we get closer to the trees and a little shade.

I glance over to Macy. "Do you need a break? A snack?"

She shakes her head. "I'm okay." Her smile is forced.

"We're stopping," I yell ahead.

"Oh, thank fuck," Zayne pulls over and collapses on the grass. "Did you get that?"

"Got it," Dane says.

"I said I was okay," Macy says as we walk our bikes to a shady spot off to the side.

"It's been a couple hours since we ate, and we've been exercising. You might be okay with your blood sugar getting low for the sake of not inconveniencing others, but I'm not."

She looks like she's about to say something, to argue with me. But she promptly shuts her mouth and scowls instead. The cutest scowl that ever scowled.

"Fine," she finally says.

She unzips her little fanny pack as I do the same, and we both pull out matching packs of honey cinnamon almonds.

Macy grins. "I love these."

"I know." I hand her mine. "I brought them for you. And this." I take out her favorite kind of chocolate chip granola bar and give it to her next.

"You packed me snacks?"

"Of course."

"Did you pack anything for yourself?"

"Yep." I take out a couple sticks of beef jerky and gnaw into one. "You want one?"

Macy takes the offered piece of beef jerky and gives me some almonds. Then we drink our water in the shade. I empty my water bottle and when she hears me sucking air, she shares hers with me. We pass her water bottle back and forth and I can't help but smile at her.

Fuck, just sharing a water bottle, knowing her lips were where mine are a second ago, to know we're sharing saliva, is turning me on way more than it should.

I want to kiss her again.

But I don't. Jake yells it's time for us to get moving so we get back on our bikes and keep riding.

The bike ride isn't too strenuous, but it is warm. The tops of Macy's shoulders are pink and now I'm mad I didn't think to pack sunscreen for her.

Zayne is sweating buckets, slowing down considerably, separating us from the rest of the group. Dane is, of course, capturing Zayne's harrowing experience on video.

We finally make it back to the Hayes house, where Zayne dramatically collapses in the shade, praising baby Jesus. Dane is sure to capture it from multiple angles.

Everyone else is putting their bikes away as a staff member comes out with refreshments—ice cucumber water and a mimosa for Bex.

Bex sips her drink, smiling. "I think I need a massage and a nap after this."

"I think we can make that happen," Jake says.

"Thanks, babe."

"Anything for you, dear."

"Ooh! Can we get massages for all the girls? Girls' massages?" Bex's face lights up.

"Sure," Jake says.

Spencer rolls his eyes.

I get some water for myself and Macy.

Noah whispers something in Livvy's ear, his hands around her waist. Her cheeks and ears turn bright red.

"Yay," Bex wraps her arm around Macy's shoulders. "We can finally chat. We have so much to catch up on." She shoots me a look over her shoulder as she says it.

Oh boy.

Noah gives Livvy a pat on the butt before she goes to join Macy and Bex and then he walks over to me.

I take a sip of the sweet, ice cold water as the sun beats down, hot on the back of my neck.

Noah crosses his tattooed arms over his chest. "When's the last time you talked to your mom?"

"I don't know. Last week?"

"She called me earlier."

"You talked to my mom? On the phone?"

"She is my aunt."

"Do you two chat often?"

He laughs. "No. She wanted to know how you were doing."

"Why didn't she just call me?"

"You haven't told her about Macy." It's not a question, but an accusation.

Fuck. "Did you tell her about Macy?"

"It might have come up."

"Dude." Double fuck. She's going to have so many questions and then I'll have to let her down when I tell her it didn't work out.

I wipe a bead of sweat from my forehead and rake my fingers through my hair.

"Sorry. I figured you'd already told her. You two talk all the time."

"Nah, it's okay, bro."

"You should call her."

"I will." I clap him on the arm, and as I do, I glance over his shoulder.

Her red hair catches my attention. Macy is over by the trees down past the garage.

And she's with Spencer.

She's looking up at him, her hands on her hips.

Instinctually, I begin to move toward them, to rescue her.

But then he hands her something, and I stop.