Chapter 23

CHAPTER 23

MACY

I take his phone. "What am I looking at?"

"Just read it."

I look at the screen. "You have a note in your phone titled, Macy?"

"Yes."

MACY

Birthday – May 25 th

Strawberry yogurt, the kind with extra protein (Ratio)

Chocolate chip granola bars (Kind protein)

Two dashes vanilla creamer, the Fairlife brand, no sugar

Hazelnut creamer if vanilla isn't available

Green bananas

Thai food order (prefers Golden Singha Thai, Panwa Thai also acceptable) - Pad Thai with beef, crispy spring rolls

Chinese food order (Fortune Garden) - Szechuan chicken with jasmine rice, eggrolls

Chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream (Tillamook)

Invest in more black shirts?

Blueberry mojito or dry white wine

One brother, one sister

Mom in Arizona

Dad in Florida

Honey cinnamon almonds or chocolate covered, not salted

Blueberry muffins or lemon poppyseed, not almond poppyseed

Sourdough toast with strawberry or apricot jam

Bacon, crispy but not burnt, not sausage

Eggs, scrambled

Dramamine (non-drowsy!)

Insulin pump

Diabetes alert dog

Cocker spaniel named Gigi

Sunscreen!

Dress size 6

Look up something called curly girl method?

Buy her panties to replace the ones I ripped (beige thong)

Always order the dessert (chocolate when available)

I read through the list again, trying to reconcile it in my brain.

"You have a whole list of stuff about me?"

"Things I wanted to remember, yeah."

My vision blurs as I stare at the screen some more. I didn't realize he'd been paying this close attention. No one has ever paid this much attention to me. After six years, Spencer still ordered me red wine.

I look up at him, hating that a tear hits my cheek. "You really like me that much?"

He comes to me and wraps his arms around me as I reach for him.

Instantly my face is pressed to his chest and I'm breathing him in, surrounded by his warmth, his scent.

He kisses the top of my head. "I way more than like you, Macy. And I'll make sure to tell you every day, until you believe me. Actually, I won't stop, even then."

I can't help it. I break. Wailing into his chest, letting everything out that I didn't know was pent up inside me. And it feels good.

He doesn't rush me or shush me, just runs his fingers through my hair and rubs my back and holds me and lets me.

And I feel safe. And protected. And cared for. And loved in a way I can't ever recall feeling before.

The tears dry up quickly and I take a few moments to calm my breathing.

When I pull away, his T-shirt is wet with two black smudges. I sniffle. "I ruined your shirt again."

"Good. It's a privilege to be the one whose shirts you ruin."

I tip my head back, laughing, and he tilts his down, smiling and wiping tears away from my eyes with his knuckles.

He bends down and touches his mouth to mine, and I kiss him back like I'm starving. Like it's the first time I've ever really been kissed. No guard up. No worries. No questions.

It's real.

His hands are in my hair, on both sides of my face, thumbs on my temples, as he devours me. Our lips push and pull, nip and suck. He tastes sweet and I cling to him, sliding my hands up his back under his shirt, needing to feel him. Needing to be closer.

"Inside," I pant between kisses.

He pulls my hips in harder against his pelvis. "I want you in my bed," he says against my lips. "Our bed. I want you there. Permanently. If you want."

"Like move in? Do you think it's too soon?"

"No. I've been waiting six years. My parents got married after three months. It doesn't feel too soon at all."

I look back and forth between his eyes, breathing heavy in his arms, our skin hot. "Okay."

"Yes?"

"Yes." I grin as his face breaks out in the biggest, most perfect smile.

He's beautiful.

And he's mine.

In a whirl, he scoops up my bags and has me around the waist.

He carries me into the apartment. The bags are quickly tossed aside as soon as we're through the door.

"Bed," he grunts. He hauls me across the apartment as I cling to his shoulders, giggling. He grabs a banana as we pass the kitchen on the way to the bedroom.

I barely have time to get my bearings before he shuts the door behind us and throws me on the bed.

The bed's soft. It smells like him in here.

I love his room. Something about it is so… him. Cozy. Warm. Navy comforter. Plaid pillows. Red brick wall, view of Seattle out the floor to ceiling window. Leather chair at a small wood desk near the window.

And then he kisses me, and I don't care about anything else around me.

Wood. My boyfriend.

He yanks his shirt off and then pulls at mine while I'm fumbling with his zipper and tugging on his jeans. We can't get naked fast enough. I'm still kicking off my panties as he sucks on my nipples, making me arch and groan.

Hooking his hand behind my knees, he pulls me to the edge of the bed, kneels on the floor, spreads me and eats me like a feast.

His tongue is magic, slipping between my folds, up to my pulsing clit. I'm already hot, buzzing everywhere. Every touch is electric, sending waves of warm pleasure out to my toes. Making me dizzy.

He licks up and down with slow, firm, deliberate strokes. Penetrating me with his hardened tongue, then back to quick circles on my clit.

I'm panting. Breasts heaving. Goosebumps all over.

The sound of him lapping me up is so vulgar and so hot. So perfect. He hums with his own delight, swallowing excess juices and saliva.

My heels dig into his shoulders as he spreads me lower, then moves in to lick my other hole. I almost scream out at the first warm, wet invasion of his tongue.

He rubs my clit with his thumb as he continues eating my ass and I'm chanting his name and more and please and yes and fuck as the desire builds up deep in my core, ballooning to something almost unbearable. I need to release.

When he moves up, replacing his tongue with two wet fingers sliding into my tight hole, and sucks hard on my clit, I shatter into pieces, unable to hold on any longer.

My legs shake as my orgasm pulses through me, temporarily blurring my vision and disorienting me.

Wood holds my hips and lays soft kisses to my inner thighs as I come back down from the high. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I breathe, the flutter in my voice giving me away.

He stands, tanned and naked and beautiful. Muscles taut, abs flexing and relaxing with his heavy breathing, lips red and shiny and puffy. His erection stands straight out toward me, bobbing with each inhale, leaking from the tip.

I lick my lips. My tummy, my thighs quiver with anticipation as he rubs his precum around the head of his cock. Then he puts his wet fingers to my lips and I suck them into my mouth, aching to taste him. A rush of molten heat swells between my legs.

"Fuck, Mace. You're going to make me come." He pulls his fingers away and gets a condom out of his side drawer. "Where do you want me?"

I'm red hot all over. Cheeks burning, nipples hard, clit throbbing. "Ass," I say.

His eyes roll back. "Fuck."

I never planned on telling Spencer I liked rear play. I would have been mortified. He would have been mortified.

Wood's cock jumps when I say it.

He rolls the condom on then pulls my butt back to the edge of the bed. He puts my ankles on his shoulders and in one smooth motion, slides right into my dripping wet pussy.

Wood pumps in and out a few times, not too fast, but nice and deep.

He smiles at me and I smile back as we both start to moan together. Holding my ankles, he brushes his lips against the soft skin there, then he spreads my legs wide and pushes them down, knees to my chest.

I groan in protest when he pulls out. I hate the empty feeling.

"Look, Macy. Look at your pretty pussy. Spread out in front of me. Pink and swollen and so needy."

My clit pulses at his words, my pussy clenching down around nothing. So deprived.

Wood makes a noise in his throat and then leans over and spits directly onto my open pussy. Then he takes two fingers and drags the mixture of his saliva and my juices through my labia and down to my ass, pushing them in.

I throw my head back and the wet noises are quickly drowned out by my own gasping and panting.

I'm vaguely aware that he gets out a small bottle of lube and then he's stroking his slippery cock with it.

"I want you to watch. Watch me fuck your perfect little asshole, Macy."

I snap my head back as he presses the head of his cock against my opening. And then he's pushing in and I cry out at the invasion.

He stills, his head just inside the ring of muscle. "Are you good, love?"

"Yes. More."

Without hesitation, he drives forward, stretching me and filling me until his hips hit my backside. The sensation is overwhelming.

He pulls out slowly, then eases back in. Every movement is heightened as I start to sweat and squirm. It's too much. And yet, it's perfect.

Knowing just what I need, he licks his thumb then presses it to my protruding clit. My heartbeat pulses against his thumb as he applies the perfect pressure, soothing the ache. He strokes it as he starts to fuck my ass in earnest.

"There you go. Look how perfect your ass looks taking my cock, Mace."

"Wood. Oh my god. Oh my—oh fuck."

He circles my clit faster, pinching it between two fingers and tugging on it enough to balance out the slight sting every time he drives into my ass.

The pressure is mounting again, coiling low, heating my core and making it hard to breathe.

"Are you going to come again, my love?" Wood asks, sweating, straining, panting.

"Yes."

"Fuck, you're so tight. I'm going to come as soon as you do."

And then I'm bearing down on his cock as the pleasure surges through my veins, stars exploding in my vision as everything else goes black.

I'm aware of my struggling breaths as the feeling ebbs, my lips and fingertips tingling.

Wood is still inside me, muscles tensed, face contorted, eyes shut tight, grunting and shaking as his own climax engulfs him.

I touch his face and he opens his eyes, mouth slack, sweat at his temples. We look into each other's eyes as he comes down. As he comes back to me.

He leans down and kisses me gently as he slides out of me.

"Are you okay?" He wipes a tear from the corner of my eye.

"Yes. I'm more than okay." I'm perfect. The happiest I've ever been.

He goes quickly to the bathroom, returning sans condom and with a wet washcloth. He scoops me into his arms and into the center of the bed where he presses the warm cloth between my legs and massages away some of the tenderness.

Hand flush to my stomach, he pulls me closer back against him and kisses my neck and behind my ear. "I'm never going to get tired of this," he says. "I love you."