Finding A Way (35 page)

"I don’t know. I really wanna see the park since I haven't yet."

Mac smiles at me, getting up from the bed, letting me drool over his mouth-watering body. I don't think I’ll ever tire of eye fucking him. His body is work of art. A temple I want to run my tongue over and worship. Every part of him is defined and sculpted. I get lost in the sight of him like one of those fifteenth century explorers, seeing something magnificent for the first time.

"You like what you see, baby?"

"Mhm," I say, crawling toward him on the bed.

He looks down at me with a stare which ignites my body. I lick my lips as I reach for the button of his jeans, undoing it so I can get what I really want.

His hand finds its way into my hair while I free him from his boxers. I doubted he'd even be able to fit inside me, but he did. He was so caring and gentle when we had sex the first time. He didn't fuck me. He made love to me, and that was my moment, the moment where my eyes opened and my heart swelled ten sizes too large. I knew right then I've been in love with this man the entire time. He had my heart the minute he opened his mouth to tell me he couldn't wait to meet the beautiful woman Sierra wouldn't stop talking about. He's a part of me, and I'm a part of him. The puzzle pieces which always fit together, but never found their way.

I stroke his cock with my hands, getting him hard and ready for me. He lets out a groan the second I run my tongue over the head of him.

"Fuck baby," he breathes out.

I continue teasing him with my tongue before taking his cock in my mouth, letting him hit the back of my throat. I moan against him as his hand tugs my hair.

"This mouth was made for me Callie. See how good my cock fits in it? It's so fucking perfect," he growls, his breathing speeding up.

His words light a fire under me and I bob my head a little faster against him. His groans echo through the bedroom as do mine. I become frantic when his hands find my nipples, twisting and pulling at them.

"That's it baby. Don't stop. Your mouth feels so fucking good," he chants.

Mac takes the reins from me, thrusting himself into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat each time he pumps into me. I keep my mouth open for him to assault.

I never enjoyed oral when Derrick and I did it, but Mac has opened the door for me, and I gladly stepped through. There's something about knowing I can make him come apart with my mouth which does wild things to me.
He
does wild things to me.

"So close, sweetheart."

I feel him pulling from my mouth, but I grab the base of him, keeping him where he is.

"Callie, if you keep me in your mouth any longer, I'm going to cum right down your throat. Is that what you want?" He rubs his free hand over my face.

I stare up at him with a gaze that devours him. I nod my head, letting out a little moan. I want all of him, and right now I want his orgasm down my throat.

"My dirty little girl," he sounds out.

He picks up his pace again. This time, not holding back. He gives me what I want. His thrusts turn frantic, making me reach a hand down between my legs and rub my clit.

Mac stills and looks down to see my hand in between my thighs.

"That's so fucking hot baby. You like touching yourself while my cock fucks your mouth?"

I let out a moan as I continue rubbing my fingers over myself faster than before. I feel my own orgasm bursting at the seams. I don't think I've ever gotten myself off this quickly, but with Mac's cock in my mouth, it does it for me. I'm on the brink of exploding.

Mac picks up his speed again, only this time, I rub myself to match his fast paced thrusts. He bellows out a groan, throwing his head back and closing his eyes.

I feel his release sliding down my throat and I suck on him vigorously. My fingers hit the spot I've been looking for and my own orgasm rips through me like a hurricane. My vision clouds, stars invading my line of sight.

Mac pulls out of my mouth with a pop. I fall back on his bed, physically spent, my heart beating out of control.

"I fucking love you, Callie Rose," he muses, leaning down and placing a kiss on my forehead.

I love when he uses my middle name. Coming from his mouth, it makes my heart flip in my chest. He says it with such love, love which no one has ever given me before.

I grab his face, pulling him to my lips.

"And I love you, Malcolm Davis."

Mac and I made it out of the house two hours later. We made it to the park just as it was getting dark out. I was worried I wouldn't be able to take in the full experience, but Mac assured me it was better when it was all lit up, and he was right.

We brought Nook with us since she was sitting by the door, not letting us pass without her. I've become good buddies with her. We came to a mutual agreement she can cuddle up with Mac and I so long as she lies at the bottom of the bed and not in the middle of us like she attempted to do.

Mac and I walk through the park with our hands entwined. He holds Nanook’s leash in the other hand while she walks happily. The park is lit up like New York City at night. People everywhere, enjoying all the things it offers. There's actually a baseball field in the park. I mean, come on, if that's not the coolest thing ever then I don't know what is.

There are a million small vendors who line the outside of the park, ranging from homemade jewelry to flower stands. That's the one thing which draws my attention, the flowers. I drag Mac and Nook over to the stand where a small elderly lady greets us.

She shows me all of her newest arrivals, asking my name.

"Callie," I tell her.

She smiles genuinely, telling me she has just the thing for me. Reaching down to rummage through her stock that’s not on display, she pulls out the most breathtaking flower I have ever seen. It's a calla lily, but it isn't the normal white color I'm used to seeing. This one is a deep purple, almost black looking. I reach out, grabbing the pot and never wanting to let it go.

The one thing I miss from my parent's house is the garden. I miss gardening. There's not much room at Sierra and Evan’s for a flower bed.

I set the pot back on her counter, giving her a sad look.

"It's beautiful, but I have nowhere to plant it."

She gives me a compassionate smile, nodding her head.

"Take it dear, you can put it in a planter. It doesn't have to be in the ground. As long as it has fresh soil and water, it will be happy and live a long, beautiful life."

My expression swims with an appreciation for her kindness. I reach into my purse to pull out money for it, but she shoos my attempts away.

"No dear. It's on the house. It's not all the time I see a young lady like you look at flowers they way I do. I know you'll take good care of it."

I reach for the pot, taking it in my arms, and smiling graciously at her.

"Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me." I say, my voice small and filled with emotion.

She nods her head, watching my reaction. Reaching over the counter, she grabs my arm giving me a kind squeeze.

"I think I do, honey."

Mac and I stopped at a local home improvement store so I could get a pot and some supplies to plant my calla lily. He said I could keep it at his house since I’d be spending a lot of time there with him anyway. With the weather getting cooler since October was rolling in, Mac suggested making it a house plant and keeping it near a window so it could still get sun.

After I re-planted it at Mac’s apartment, I turned to Nook who was staring at it with her mouth watering.

"You better not eat this. I will personally kick you out of the bed. You will stay on the couch," I say to her.

Her ears perk up as she lies down, her small eyes registering what I'm telling her. In that moment, we make a silent agreement she is to go nowhere near it.

My phone rings in my purse.

It’s Sierra.

“Hey.”

"Hey to you too!" she replies, her usual bubbly voice.

I walk around to the kitchen island, taking a seat at it.

"What's up?"

"Hey Callie!" Evan yells in the background.

I laugh at him, saying hi back. Sierra lets out a small giggle, telling me she's putting me on speakerphone.

"I have bad news," she confesses.

My mind races with wonder. What could’ve possibly happened? I try to rack my brain as to what her news could be, but I come up with nothing.

"Evan and I are kicking you out of the apartment."

What the hell?

"Are you serious?" I ask her.

She lets out a tiny laugh as Evan answers for her.

"Yeah, there's not going to be any room for you when the baby comes. We need a nursery, which we have in the extra room, but your room needs to be the playroom."

My mouth falls open as I take in the news.

Sierra is pregnant. I squeal loudly, jumping up and down in Mac’s kitchen.

"Oh my God! That's amazing you guys! I’m so happy for you! When are you due?"

Sierra chimes in.

"It's too early to know for sure, but they're predicting sometime in May." I talk about names and clothes and all things baby when I realize.

"Where am I going to stay?"

She lets out a laugh, continuing.

"Well, Mac has graciously offered to take you in."

I chuckle at the phone, looking around to see Mac leaning against the door frame, dangling a house key from his fingers.

"Is that right?" I say to Sierra, still watching him.

"Yep!"

"Well, I’ll come pack up my stuff tomorrow, and tell Evan there's no way he's getting out of it. He’s carrying every one of my shoe boxes."

She agrees, telling me she'll see me tomorrow. I hang up, spinning around to face Mac. He closes the distance between us, making himself comfortable between my legs as I sit on the barstool. I cross my arms over my chest, giving him a curious glance.

"So when did you know about Sierra? Before or after you suggested me keeping my plant here?" I ask.

He gives me an innocent shrug.

"I might have known before. Evan might have called me extremely excited that he was going to have a kid."

I let out a laugh and snatch the key from his hand.

"Well, it looks like you're going to have to make room for me in your closet."

I study the key to my new apartment, noticing the name of the hardware store we were just at before we got home.

"How did you sneak off and get this made?"

He really didn't leave my side, unless his phone rang, which I assume Evan was calling him.

"Right after Evan called. It takes two minutes to get a key made, babe. You were so interested in your planting stuff, you didn't even notice."

I shake my head at him, wrapping my arms around his midsection.

"Thank you," I tell him wholeheartedly.

He kisses the crown of my head like always and picks me up, tossing me over his shoulder like I've come to expect from him.

"Are you ever going to let me walk?" I yell, beating on his back.