Chapter 8

8

MCKENNA

M cKenna felt the soft morning light filter into the unfamiliar luxury hotel bedroom. She blinked slowly, adjusting to the brightness as her gaze fell on the beautiful figure beside her. Mazey’s dark shiny hair rested gently and perfectly on the pillow, framing her face in delicate waves that caught the sunlight. McKenna couldn’t believe what had happened the night before—the passion, the vulnerability, the unguarded moments that had unfolded between them.

She savored the feeling of having Mazey in her arms, the warmth radiating from her body. The way Mazey’s skin had felt beneath her fingertips was etched in McKenna’s mind, each touch igniting a fire that lingered even now. She remembered how Mazey had contorted in pleasure when she reached her peak, her breathless gasps and soft moans echoing in McKenna's ears like a sweet melody.

A rush of warmth flooded through McKenna at the memory, a mixture of pride and awe at the intimacy they had shared. It was a night that had pushed her boundaries and broken down walls she hadn’t realized she had built. Lying there, she felt a sense of contentment wash over her, wrapping around her like a cozy blanket.

Mazey stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she shifted in her sleep. McKenna couldn’t help but smile at the sight. There was a softness about her, an unguarded beauty that made McKenna’s heart flutter. It was a stark contrast to the image of the glamorous actress everyone else saw, a side of her that felt genuine and real.

As she watched Mazey, McKenna wondered what the morning would bring. Would they talk about last night? Would it change things between them? A part of her felt nervous, unsure of how to navigate the delicate territory of their newfound connection. But another part of her was excited about the possibilities.

She brushed her fingers lightly against Mazey's arm, reveling in the sensation of their skin touching. “Hey,” she whispered softly, not wanting to startle her. “Good morning.”

Mazey blinked awake, her stunning blue eyes slowly adjusting to the light. When she finally focused on McKenna, a smile broke across her face, and the warmth in McKenna’s chest blossomed further. “Good morning,” she replied sleepily.

She turned around, and they were face to face once again. The attraction surged between them, electric and palpable, just as it had the night before. McKenna could feel her heart race, anticipation tightening her chest as she searched Mazey’s eyes for any sign of hesitation.

Before McKenna could say another word, Mazey leaned in, closing the distance between them. Their lips met with a fervor that took McKenna by surprise. The kiss was urgent, hungry, filled with a depth of emotion that left McKenna breathless. Mazey's hands found their way to McKenna's face, cradling her cheeks as she slipped her tongue into McKenna’s mouth, igniting a fire that spread through her body.

“You’re ready for round two already?” McKenna teased.

Mazey replied by climbing on top of McKenna, straddling her while kissing her. Their bodies pressed together, warmth radiating between them as Mazey’s fingers tangled in McKenna’s hair, pulling her closer as if afraid to let go. McKenna savored the kiss for a moment, feeling the sweet urgency of it envelop her, but a sudden rush of confidence surged through her. In one fluid motion, she flipped Mazey onto her back, pinning her wrists gently but firmly above her head.

Mazey looked up at her, eyes wide and shimmering with desire. There was a vulnerability in that gaze, mixed with an undeniable hunger for McKenna’s touch. It ignited a primal instinct within McKenna, and she leaned in closer, capturing Mazey’s mouth once more.

When their lips finally parted, McKenna explored the smooth expanse of Mazey’s neck with gentle kisses, trailing her lips downwards, savoring the taste of her skin. Each kiss ignited fire across Mazey’s body, and she arched her back slightly, encouraging McKenna to continue. McKenna reveled in the intoxicating feeling of being the one to drive this moment, of hearing the soft gasps and moans escape Mazey’s lips.

As she continued her descent, McKenna paused to admire the beauty of Mazey’s body beneath her, every curve, every delicate line illuminated by the soft morning light. She felt an overwhelming urge to worship her, to take her time and enjoy every inch of the woman who had captivated her heart.

She stopped at Mazey’s breasts, taking a moment to appreciate how they rose and fell with each breath. With deliberate slowness, McKenna began to suck on Mazey’s nipples, alternating between gentle nibbles and soft pulls. The sight of Mazey’s reaction sent a thrill through her. Mazey began to moan softly, each sound a sweet melody that resonated deep within McKenna.

“I love hearing you like this,” McKenna murmured against Mazey’s skin, the vibrations of her voice sending shivers through them both. The intimate connection made her feel powerful, alive in ways she had never experienced before.

Mazey’s back arched as she gasped, encouraging McKenna’s every movement. “Don’t stop,” she breathed, her voice thick with longing. The urgency in Mazey’s tone only fueled McKenna’s desire, and she doubled her efforts, lavishing attention on both of Mazey’s breasts, alternating between sucking and nibbling, relishing the taste of her skin.

Each moan that escaped Mazey’s lips felt like a soft command, pushing McKenna to explore further. She trailed kisses down Mazey’s abdomen, savoring the way her body responded, every quiver and gasp a testament to the connection they were forging. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them lost in this moment of shared pleasure and discovery.

“McKenna,” Mazey gasped, her eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and excitement.

The sound of her name on Mazey’s lips was intoxicating, and McKenna’s resolve only strengthened. She looked up, meeting Mazey’s gaze with a playful smile, silently promising to give her everything she desired.

She began to kiss Mazey’s inner thighs, lingering in the same spot where she had been massaging her the night before. Each gentle kiss sent electric jolts through Mazey’s body, and McKenna could feel the tension building within her. The warmth radiating from Mazey’s skin urged her to continue, to explore further.

Mazey kept repeating her name, each utterance a desperate plea, a sweet melody that danced in McKenna’s ears. “McKenna...oh, McKenna,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need.

It was music to McKenna’s soul, a symphony of longing that inspired her to delve deeper into their shared intimacy.

McKenna’s kisses were soft yet deliberate, trailing up and down Mazey’s thighs, alternating between tender pecks and teasing nips that elicited soft gasps. She savored the moment, enjoying the way Mazey’s body reacted to her touch. The slight quiver of her muscles, the way she instinctively spread her legs wider, inviting McKenna in closer.

“Please...” Mazey’s voice was thick with desire, filled with a mix of yearning and anticipation. The vulnerability in her tone stirred something primal in McKenna. She reveled in the power of being the one to bring Mazey to this point, to draw out these delicious sounds and reactions.

“Just a moment,” McKenna murmured playfully, her breath hot against Mazey’s skin. Her lips danced along Mazey’s inner thighs, teasingly close to the places that craved her touch the most. Each kiss was intentional, a promise of what was to come.

Mazey whimpered, frustration and eagerness blending into one sweet sound that made McKenna’s heart race. She glanced at Mazey, their eyes locking for a brief moment, and saw the need swirling in her gaze. It was a beautiful, consuming fire that ignited McKenna’s own desire, beckoning her to continue.

“Look at you,” McKenna whispered, her voice low and sultry. “So responsive to me. You’re breathtaking.” She reveled in the way Mazey blushed at her words, a delicate flush spreading across her cheeks. There was something so intimate about this moment, a sense of trust that made everything feel heightened, electric.

With that, she pressed her lips to the soft skin just below Mazey’s navel, letting her tongue trace delicate patterns that made Mazey squirm. Each soft gasp and moan only encouraged McKenna, drawing her further into this blissful dance of intimacy. She could feel the heat radiating off Mazey, the urgency building between them, and she was determined to savor every second of it.

Mazey’s body trembled under her lips, and McKenna felt a swell of emotion rise in her chest. It wasn’t like with other people, where it felt like she was just going through the motions with someone. With Mazey, every kiss, every touch felt like a silent conversation. A way to say what neither of them could put into words.

As Mazey whispered her name in the quiet of the morning, McKenna let the sound wash over her. It wasn't just desire anymore. It was something that made her want to protect this, to hold on to whatever was building between them. There was a vulnerability to Mazey that McKenna hadn’t expected, and it made her want to be vulnerable, too, even if she wasn’t ready to say it out loud.

She continued her slow path all over Mazey’s body with her tongue, savoring each moment, every breath, every moan that escaped Mazey’s lips. McKenna knew this was more than just physical. It was about trust, and the kind of connection that didn’t come around often.

Mazey’s fingers tangled in McKenna’s hair, pulling her closer, and McKenna couldn’t help but smile against her skin. This, she thought, was something she didn’t want to let go of. Something real. Something she had never felt before. And she didn’t need to say it. It was there between them, unsaid yet understood.

As McKenna’s fingers found their way between Mazey’s thighs, she moved with intention, slow and careful, wanting to make sure every moment was perfect. Mazey’s body arched into her, and McKenna could feel the warmth radiating off her skin, the way she trembled with each gentle stroke. Her moans filled the air, and McKenna couldn’t get enough of the sound. It wasn’t just about hearing Mazey’s pleasure. It was about knowing that she was the one making her feel this way. That Mazey wanted her to keep going, that she trusted her with this moment.

McKenna’s fingers pressed deeper, her other hand moving to massage Mazey’s clit in small, deliberate circles. She could feel the tension building in Mazey’s body, her muscles tightening, her breathing quickening, and she knew she was close.

“Please don’t stop,” Mazey begged, her voice breathless, desperate.

Hearing her like that, needing her touch so badly, did something to McKenna. It lit a fire deep in her chest, and she moved faster, more intently, wanting to push Mazey over the edge. She watched as Mazey’s head tilted back, her lips parted in a silent cry of pleasure, and then it hit. McKenna felt the shudder that ran through Mazey’s body, her muscles tightening around her fingers, and she knew she was there.

Mazey’s body contorted, her moans muffled as she bit down on her lip to keep from screaming. McKenna held her through it, her fingers still moving gently, letting her ride the waves of her orgasm until, finally, the tension began to ebb.

For a long moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of their breathing. McKenna slowly withdrew her hand, her lips pressing a soft kiss to Mazey’s stomach before she moved up, resting beside her.

McKenna held Mazey close, savoring the quiet moments after they finished, both of them breathless and spent. Her arms wrapped around Mazey’s waist, pulling her in tight as they lay there, their bodies fitting together perfectly, like they were made for this, for each other. She could still feel the echoes of their shared passion reverberating in the room, a warmth that lingered between them. McKenna’s heart was steady now, but she couldn’t shake the realization of how different this felt. The connection between them was undeniable.

She wasn’t one to get swept up in moments like this, but with Mazey, it was impossible not to. Everything had flowed so naturally, from the first kiss to this quiet aftermath. She pressed a soft kiss into Mazey’s hair, her hand gently stroking her back as Mazey’s breathing slowed to a calm rhythm. For once, McKenna wasn’t thinking ahead or planning her next move. She was fully present, and it felt…right.

But then, the blaring sound of Mazey’s phone alarm shattered the tranquility.

Mazey groaned and reached over to silence it, reluctantly pulling away from McKenna. "Already?" she muttered, rolling back onto the pillow and rubbing her eyes.

McKenna chuckled softly. "Guess it’s time to face the world again."

Mazey looked over at her, a playful grin on her face. "After last night and this morning, I’m not sure I’m ready to go back to reality. I think I might need a nap first."

McKenna smirked, propping herself up on one elbow as she watched Mazey stretch lazily beside her. "A nap, huh? I thought you were tougher than that."

Mazey shot her a teasing look. "Oh, I’m tough, don’t worry. You just wore me out with all these orgasms.”

"That’s one way to put it," McKenna said with a grin. "I didn’t hear you complaining."

Mazey laughed softly, her eyes sparkling in the soft morning light. "No complaints, trust me. You definitely know how to keep things…interesting."

"Interesting?" McKenna raised an eyebrow. "That’s all I get?"

Mazey feigned innocence. "What? Should I be more specific?"

McKenna leaned in, her lips brushing against Mazey’s neck. "Maybe."

Mazey’s breath hitched slightly, but she quickly pushed McKenna playfully away. "Okay, okay. You were amazing, alright? Happy?"

McKenna laughed, satisfied. "That’s more like it."

They shared a light moment, both of them grinning like teenagers after a first date, but eventually, Mazey sighed and sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "As much as I’d love to stay here and bask in your presence, I really do have to get ready for work."

"Right, work." McKenna leaned back, her hands behind her head as she watched Mazey start gathering her clothes. "I keep forgetting you have a job.”

Mazey rolled her eyes with a smile. "Some of us have to be on set, you know. Not all of us get to run into burning buildings or sit around on call."

"Hey, I don’t just sit around," McKenna protested, but she was still grinning. "Though, today’s an exception. No shifts for me."

Mazey paused in the middle of pulling on her pants and shot her a mischievous look. "So, you’re telling me you have the whole day free?"

"Pretty much," McKenna replied casually, sitting up and reaching for her own clothes. "But don’t worry, I’m still on call. So if you burn the place down, I’ll be right there."

"Good to know," Mazey teased as she buttoned up her shirt. "Maybe I’ll stage a small fire on set just to see you in action."

McKenna laughed, shaking her head as she pulled on her jeans. "You do that, and I’ll have to charge you extra for the rescue."

They shared another easy laugh, the lightness of the moment deepening the connection they already felt. There was no awkwardness, no tension, just a natural flow between them. McKenna wasn’t used to this, waking up with someone and feeling like she didn’t need to rush out the door or make excuses. She wanted to be here, and it seemed like Mazey wanted her here too.

Once they were both dressed, Mazey walked over to McKenna and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Thanks for everything."

"Anytime."

As they left Mazey’s penthouse and stepped out into the hallway, they shared a glance that said everything they hadn’t put into words yet. There was something between them, something neither of them had expected but were curious about.

Mazey gave her one last smile before heading toward the elevator. "Don’t be a stranger, McKenna."

"Wouldn’t dream of it," McKenna replied with a grin, watching her go.

The moment the elevator doors closed, McKenna’s grin softened, and she found herself lost in her thoughts. She wasn’t sure what was happening between them, but she knew it was more than just a fling. She could still feel the heat of Mazey’s touch, still hear the way her name had sounded on Mazey’s lips. The connection they shared wasn’t something McKenna could easily shake.

She stood there for a moment, rooted to the spot, before finally heading toward her truck. Sliding into the driver’s seat, McKenna’s thoughts drifted back to the night before, the way Mazey had looked at her, touched her. It was more than just chemistry. There was a kind of closeness she hadn’t felt in a long time, maybe never.

McKenna didn’t have work today, but she was still technically on call. Normally, she’d use her rare day off to relax, maybe grab a drink with Ember, or catch up on some sleep. But now, she couldn’t stop thinking about what could be with Mazey and where this thing between them might lead.

McKenna sat in the driver’s seat, the engine rumbling softly as she pulled away from the curb. Her mind swirled with thoughts of the night before, unable to shake the feeling of Mazey’s body close to hers, the way they’d fit together so perfectly. But as the familiar streets of Phoenix Ridge rolled by, doubts began to creep in, uninvited.

She had no idea where Mazey stood. Sure, the connection between them had been intense, undeniable, but what did it mean? Mazey wasn’t out, at least not publicly. She was a movie star who lived in the spotlight, her image carefully curated for the media. What if this was just some kind of experiment for her? A fleeting curiosity? McKenna felt her chest tighten at the thought. She didn’t want to be someone’s secret, and she definitely didn’t want to be just another phase.

Mazey had made her feel things she hadn’t in years. Maybe ever. The way they’d looked at each other, touched each other, it felt like more than a casual fling. But was McKenna reading too much into it? Was she letting herself get carried away by a moment that might not mean the same thing to Mazey?

She didn’t want to be another notch on someone’s belt, especially not someone who had the luxury of keeping everything hidden behind the veneer of fame. The thought of being pushed aside or forgotten as soon as the cameras came back made her stomach churn. But still, she couldn’t help but hope for more. The connection was too strong, too real, to ignore.

As she turned onto the main road, McKenna allowed herself to imagine, just for a moment, what it would be like if this wasn’t just a one-night thing. What if it was the start of something real? The thought made her heart race. Maybe she was getting ahead of herself, but she couldn’t stop wondering what could be.