Pushing Her Boundaries (9 page)

“I know,” he said, “but…”

“There are no buts,” Maggie interrupted him. She searched in vain for a clock. “What time is it?”

“Three a.m.” Mace dropped her arm and Maggie cringed.
I’m a heartless bitch
.

“Mace, listen, I’m…”

“Forget it. I’m just a piece of meat. It’s all about the sex, right? Go use the bathroom.” His voice was cold.

Maggie turned to look at him. He lay back on the bed, the blanket drawn up to his waist, his arms beneath his head. He stared at the ceiling, his mouth a grim line. She wanted to say something reassuring, but nothing came to mind. Her words had slammed a door shut. It was as if a wall of ice had formed between them.

Maggie walked to the bathroom, feeling a growing ache in her chest. She didn’t want ice from Mace. She wanted the hot, confident, dominating, hard-assed, arrogant son of a bitch who had just rocked her world. She wanted him to fill her up again.

You made your choice, so suck it up
.
You’ll be lucky if he speaks to you, let alone touches you.

When she exited the bathroom, Mace passed her in the hallway without a word. He shut the door behind him and she heard the sound of running water. He was taking a shower, washing her off his body. Tears welled up in her eyes and she wanted to slap the back of her own head for being so stupid. Mace might be an arrogant SOB, but he wasn’t cruel. Still naked, Maggie walked back down the hall and stood in front of the bathroom door.

Should I knock or walk right in? What if he’s sitting on the pot?
She heard water splash off his body and she knew he’d gotten into the shower. She walked in and looked at that magnificent, wet, steaming body of his through the glass shower door—the body she couldn’t seem to get enough of.

“Mace.”

He didn’t respond. Either he was ignoring her or he didn’t hear her because of the water running over his head.

“Mace.”

He opened his eyes and blinked at her, and he turned his back.

“Damn it, Mace.” Maggie thrust the glass door aside and stepped into the shower with him. “Stop sulking like this. You knew it was for one night.”

He ignored her.

“Mace.” Maggie grabbed his arm. “I didn’t lead you on. You agreed to this. Quit making me feel like such a shit.”

With a movement that was much too quick for someone standing in a shower, Mace turned to face her. “What are you blathering on about?”

“I…I…” Maggie stared at him, dumbfounded. “I thought you…?”

“What? That I cared? You give yourself too much credit.”

For a second, Maggie was transfixed by the water sluicing down his hard chest, over his taut abdomen, streaming around that big hard-on. And then his words hit her. “You son of a bitch.” She made a move to slap him, but he caught her hand.

“Maggie, listen to me. You’re right. I agreed to one night. We have two hours until dawn and I don’t intend to waste them, so shut the fuck up and kiss me.” He drew the hand he held down to his erection and pulled her body against his chest. “Kiss me, Maggie, and I’ll forgive you.”

“You…you…you make me so…”

“Yeah, Maggie, I know. Now kiss me.” His lips descended upon hers. She tried to close her mouth, tried to resist, but it was no use. She wanted him every bit as much as he wanted her, maybe more. He plundered her, sucking on her mouth, nipping at her lips, until Maggie was practically crawling up his body, trying to take him inside.

Mace pulled his mouth from hers. “Is this what you want?” He put a hand on each side of her waist and lifted her, pressing her back to the cold, wet tiles. “Wrap your legs around me and I’ll give it to you.” She did, and Mace shoved into her.

“You like it hard, don’t you. Hard and deep and fast.” He pumped his hips and Maggie’s head fell back against the shower wall. “Tell me, Maggie,” Mace growled, “do you like a big cock? Is that what you like?”

“Unnnn…”

“C’mon, Maggie, tell the truth. You like it big, don’t you? Big and hard.”

Oh my god, what is he doing to me?
Before she could stop, her mouth opened and she said one word. “Yes.”

“See?” Mace had no pity. His hips pounded into her, pinning her to the wall. “Doesn’t it feel good to admit it?” A thumb strummed her nipple.

Maggie arched her back and took him deeper, her legs tight about his waist. Just as she was about to come, Mace pulled out. “No!” She rubbed against him, struggling to get him back inside.

Mace laughed. “Greedy, are you?” He kissed the side of her neck. “Shhhh. Be patient. I’ll take care of you. Turn around.”

Maggie hesitated. “What are you…What are you going to do?”

“Fuck you up the ass. It’s the least I can do. You know you want it.”

Maggie tried to talk, tried to swallow, but her tongue seemed to be glued to the roof of her mouth. She looked into Mace’s eyes, hoping to get a sense of what he was feeling, if he cared or if he was really, truly angry with her. Once again he kept his eyes veiled and she was unable to read a single thought. “I’ve never…I’ve never…”

“I know. That’s why you’ll do it with me, because I won’t hurt you and I won’t let things go too far. Now turn around.” He mumbled something. Maggie was pretty sure he’d just said,
If any other man ever tries this with you, I’ll have to kill the fucker,
but then he guided her away from him, turning her face to the wall.

Her legs shook. She saw him reach for a bottle of sweet almond oil.
Oh god
.
He’s actually going to do this
.

As Maggie watched over her shoulder, Mace squirted some oil into his palm and began to rub himself up and down, greasing his cock from root to tip.
Oh my god, no way can I take him
. He tipped the bottle upside down again, pouring more oil into his hand, spreading it on his fingers, the same fingers that found their way into the cleft between her buttocks and slid, without hesitation, into her ass, greasing her up as well. Maggie jumped at the intrusion. Mace steadied her with his other hand, reaching around to stroke her clit.

She felt his mouth against her ear, his breath warm and comforting. “Here’s how it’s going to be. I’ll take it slow and easy. I’ll be careful, I promise, and then I’m going to hold still and you’re going to come. Not me, you. I’m too big for this tight little ass of yours, so you get only as much of me as I allow. Understand?”

Maggie could only groan in response. She was too busy concentrating on the finger circling her clit, and the other hand stroking her bottom.

“Nod your head if you understand.”

Maggie nodded and she waited, holding her breath. “Uhhhhhhh,” she exhaled as Mace did as he promised—pushed his way past her tight muscles. His movements were slow, lazy, gentle. Panting, she felt every single inch of him, and she could tell he’d barely gotten in. Despite the slight stinging sensation, Maggie tried to rock back against him, hoping he’d let her cheat and take more of him.

“Knock it off,” Mace growled. “This is my dick, my show.”

True to his word, Mace stopped her. He leaned his chest on her back, forcing her sensitive nipples against the cold tile wall. He held himself motionless inside her, while the one finger on her clit worked its magic. Maggie felt caught, quite literally, between a wall and a hard place and she almost giggled at the thought of how hard he was, but then she lost all control. Mace forced her to stand still and take it, making her come over and over again. The sensation of him in her backside during orgasm was otherworldly. The pleasure sent her spinning outside of her own body, her own head. Maggie was lost in their lovemaking.

Lovemaking?

At last, she heard him sigh, and his finger gave her one more tweak before it vanished. With care, he pulled his cock from her body and for a few moments, Maggie heard nothing at all. Her movements slow, she turned and found Mace running both hands up and down his swollen cock. His eyes were closed.

Her heart lurched. He would come without her.

She reached for him, tried to join her hands with his, but he growled at her. “Look, but don’t touch. I’m just a piece of meat to you anyway.”

“No, Mace. I want to touch you. Let me touch you.”

He opened his eyes and stared into hers. Maggie knew then that she’d miscalculated, badly. Her words had cut deep. She’d hurt him.
I’m a real piece of work.

“Please.” She leaned forward and kissed him on the neck, her lips gentle. Laying her head against his shoulder, she let her hand drift down his chest, over his abdomen, and finally settle between his legs. He made no move to stop her. She cupped his balls. They felt solid, contracted. He was close to coming. The almond oil covered him. Maggie rubbed her fingers through it and slid her middle finger into the cleft between his buttocks, circling his tight orifice. “Mace…?”

“Do it. Do it now.”

She slipped her finger inside him just as he came. His tight muscles contracted around her and he pressed against her belly, spurting hot cum over her. Maggie wrapped her other arm about his waist and held him, both of them standing still, heads bent, hearts pounding, beneath the streaming water.

“Thank god this place has a big water heater,” Mace mumbled. “You can take your finger out of my ass now.”

Maggie began to laugh. “Maybe I will and maybe I won’t.”

Mace reached back and pulled her hand away. “Every doctor’s dream, to have a nurse stick her finger up his ass while he jacks off.”

Oh no, Mace, just one nurse’s dream, to be fucked up the ass by a doctor like you
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Chapter Five

When the sun hit his eyes, Mace woke up. He rolled over in bed, reaching for Maggie, but her side of the bed was empty and cold.

What did you expect? She made it clear she didn’t want an encore.
What the hell is wrong with that woman?

He was still naked, tangled in a damp towel and wrapped in a quilt. When he’d fallen asleep, a couple of hours before, Maggie had been equally naked, equally damp, and wrapped in his arms.

Fuck
.

Mace climbed out of bed and tossed the towels onto the floor. “Maggie?” he called, but there was no answer. He pulled on his jeans and headed into the main room. It was empty. He glanced into the small kitchen. Someone, he assumed it was Maggie, had made a pot of coffee. It didn’t take much searching to find a mug. He poured himself a steaming cup and sipped, leaning against a counter, thinking. She’d left a note. He found it set against a bowl of fresh fruit.

Went for a run. I have a lot to do today. Feel free to borrow Lynn’s car to get back to Jeff’s. Have a safe trip to California.

Doesn’t mince words, does she?
Wait a minute, she has no idea I’m coming along on this canoe trip. With Jeff and Lynn staying back at the cabin, it’ll just be the two of us.
Mace snorted.
This ought to be interesting
.

Mace sauntered over to the couch. Maggie had moved it back into place, and if his nose was any judge, she’d sprayed it with fabric cleaner. The little minx. She’d been busy. He glanced at the clock on the stovetop, wondering what time she’d left on her run. He touched the back of the couch. It was still wet. She’d probably taken off just a few minutes before he woke up. In fact, it was probably the closing door that woke him in the first place.

She’ll be pissed as hell when she learns I’m going canoeing. I better talk to Jeff, ride up with him in a separate car. That’s the only way it’ll work. Otherwise, she’ll run as fast as those long legs will carry her. Long legs
… Mace closed his eyes for a moment, his penis rising to half mast as remembered the feel of those long legs around his hips, her heels digging into his ass. He shook his head and searched for his cell phone.