CHAPTER NINE

SADIE

Releasing me, Mack and I both search the blanket for it. With a triumphant shout, I stand up with the foil package in my hand. “Got it!”

Taking it from me, Mack tears it open and rolls it down his straining erection. “Take your jeans off,” he growls in a low voice that I’ve never heard from him before. Raw hunger coats his words.

I stumble getting my boots off and my fingers fumble with the snap and zipper on my pants. Mack steps over to me, his skillful hands easily undoing my jeans. He slides my pants down and I kick them to the side.

At the sight of my pussy, he sucks in a breath.

I’m a natural blonde and my pubic hair I keep short and trim. I’m so wet that I know I must be a mess. Mack confirms that when he thrusts a hand between my thighs, a finger slipping into my pussy with no resistance.

I grab at his biceps as he pumps his thick finger in and out of my slick depths. He slides a second finger alongside the first. His thumb finds the erect nub of my clit and tenderly swipes all around it as he fingers me.

Sightlessly, I stare at nothing as pleasure builds within me. The wet slurp of my pussy clinging to his fingers is loud as the smell of my excitement fills my nose. Helpless to anything but the want winding tighter and tighter in my core I rock my hips, wanting and needing him deeper.

“Mack,” I gasp. For the first time in my life I can’t find the words I need.

Thankfully, he seems to understand. Pulling his fingers from my pussy, he grabs my hips and hoists me up. Automatically, I wrap my legs around him, the heat of his erection burning into my bare stomach.

Lifting me higher, Mack’s eyes bore into mine as he lowers me onto his dick. The fat head rubs against me, catching on my clit before Mack shifts and then he’s there, pushing into me.

Unable to look away, I watch Mack’s face as my body accepts his and my pussy stretches around his girth. He’s big and while I couldn’t take all of him into my mouth, my pussy is up to the challenge, and I slide fully down to his base.

I’m stuffed fuller than a Thanksgiving turkey and my eyes roll back as my pussy flutters around him sending zings of pleasure radiating out from my core to all parts of my body.

Mack gives me time to get used to the invasion of him before he withdraws slightly and, with a snap of his hips, he slams his cock all the way inside once again.

The man is in far better shape than I am as he pounds away at me seemingly endlessly as I hold on and bounce on his hard dick. My breath puffs out of me like I’m the one doing all the work as my inner muscles clench and grip him loving the intense fullness of his dick stretching me in a way I’ve never been taken before.

Suddenly, he lifts me off his dick and I wail at the empty ache in my pussy.

“On your hands and knees,” he orders.

Eager to get that hard cock back in me, I drop to my knees, lower my upper body and widen my legs.

Mack kneels behind me and guides his dick back to my opening. Grasping my hips, he holds me tight as his hips crash into my ass, his dick filling me in one long, hard thrust.

Bowing my head, I close my eyes and pant as he finds his rhythm. The angle is different and each slam of his dick into me feels deeper than the last. His hand slips around my hip, dropping to between my legs, his fingers sliding through my wetness to circle and pinch my clit.

With a shocked scream, I throw my head back as my body squeezes his dick, my inner muscles milking him as my climax rolls through me.

Mack’s other hand snakes up to cup my swinging breast, his fingers pulling at the hard point of my nipple.

I shudder and pant through my orgasm all while Mack’s dick continues to smoothly thrust into me prolonging my release.

His fingers on my clit keep me on edge and incredibly I feel another burst of pleasure. My orgasms overlap and I sob as I’m overwhelmed by the intense rush of sensations.

It’s too much, I can’t handle it all.

Mack doesn’t give me a choice as his cock drives into me again and again as my pussy gushes around him.

His fingers tightening on my breast is the only sign I get that he’s close. With a final snap of his hips he buries himself deep within me as his big body arches over mine, his hot breath on my neck sending shivers through me. The tremors of his release shake us both as he groans and shallowly thrusts a few more times.

I’m tender when he pulls out of me and also more satiated than I have ever been before with a man.

“Sadie?”

Turning at my name, I meet Mack’s eyes. A rush of emotion wells up within me. Yes, the sex was incredible, but the connection I feel with this man goes beyond that.

I want to believe such things as soul mates exist because I’m starting to think that Mack is mine.

***

The cabin thankfully has running water and a toilet that isn’t an outhouse. As I take care of nature and clean myself up, I’m regretting the lack of underwear because the crotch of my jeans is completely soaked. I really don’t want to put them back on but lacking anything else to wear I don’t have much choice.

I must look pretty miserable when I exit the bathroom because Mack shoots up off the small couch and is at my side in an instant. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

His concern is sweet. As is the way he tenderly cups my face and the worry in his eyes.

Covering his hands with mine, I smile. “I’m fine. Just a little unhappy over my jeans.”

Puzzlement fills his face. I shouldn’t be embarrassed. This man was just inside me after all, but it feels weird admitting that my jeans are drenched from how wet he got me.

Mack cocks his head and silently regards me. “I have a pair of sweatpants in the truck if you need them,” he offers.

“Please?”

The sweats are too long and too big even with me pulling the drawstring as tight as I can, but they are clean and dry and that’s all that matters to me right now.

That and being here with Mack.

We’re side by side on the blanket, stretched out and gazing up at the sky, with her fingers entwined.

For as long as I live I will never forget this. Everything feels magical and so intensely right.

Slowly, I turn my head to gaze at his profile. I admire the slope of his nose, the thrust of his lips, and the way his beard covers his firm jaw. Warmth and affection surge within me and, like always, the words need to come out.

“I like you, Mack.”

His head rotates to face me, and he smiles. The light in his eyes is almost as bright as the stars shining above and everything I want to say comes rushing out. “I mean, I really like you.”

Mack’s fingers squeeze mine as he rolls to his side and props his head up on his other hand. “I really like you too, Sadie.”

“I know you wanted to take things slow-”

Laughter bursts out of him. Lines fan out from his eyes as he laughs, and I’m reminded that he’s older than me. At this point it doesn’t matter, but will it someday?

Henry is much older than Yvonne and it doesn’t bother her. I’m hopeful it will be the same for Mack and me. Though I suppose only time will tell.

“I think it’s a little late for slow,” Mack says when his laughter subsides.

“Good. I was hoping maybe we could have dinner together tomorrow.”

His eyebrows slowly go up and I rush on. “Unless you have work or are busy with something else more important.”

“Sadie, nothing is more important than you.”

Swallowing hard, I feel the pounding of my heart and try to breathe through the emotions bombarding me at his words.

His smile dims slightly. “I do have work tomorrow. I don’t remember how long I’m booked for. It might be a late night.”

“I’m fine with a late night,” I assure him. “Some nights I close at the restaurant and don’t get home until after eleven.”

“It’s a date then,” he says softly, leaning closer and pressing his lips to mine.