Luscious - Lexi Blake Page 0,57
along her body as though he couldn’t decide what part to focus on. Everywhere he touched her, warmth spread. “I know it’s soon, but I’m going to marry you, Allyson Jones. When you’re ready, we’ll go to Vegas and make a weekend of it, but you will come back with my ring on your finger. You’ll tell me when it’s time to go. Make sure, baby, because there won’t be any going back. This marriage is forever.”
It was all she wanted with him. Forever. It was so selfish. Now was the time to tell him, but she couldn’t. She loved him too much to risk it. He never had to know that they’d started out under false pretenses. It was obvious Ronnie had never mentioned that his sister wasn’t his biological sibling or that she’d never shared a name with him. She’d always addressed Macon as Sarah Rowe since explaining her relationship would have taken up time and possibly given him a reason to reject speaking with her since she had no real legal standing.
She didn’t have to tell him. He would never find out. It was only a little lie that no longer meant anything in the face of how she felt about him. She’d loved Ronnie and her mom, but the pastor had been right. Life was for the living. Ronnie was gone and nothing would bring him back. If the situation hurt Macon too much, he never had to talk about it. She trusted him.
“Can we go on Monday?” They had Mondays off and she was certain if Chef Taggart knew what they were doing he would give them a few days. They could be back for Friday dinner service.
His arms tightened around her. “Are you sure?”
“I love you. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. I’ve never felt this way. I want to be your wife, your sub, eventually the mother of your babies. I want it all, Macon.”
His mouth was right against her ear. “I want it all, too. You should know though that I’m going back to school. There’s still a lot I don’t know. Sean’s agreed to let me take classes a couple of days a week. I want my certification. I want skins on the wall. I’m serious about this profession, but it means a lot of hard work for the next couple of years.”
“I’ll support you. Whatever we have to do.” She would spend her time learning the business end. She’d always liked organizing things. Macon could be the artist and she would make everything else run. Maybe one day they’d have their own bakery. “It’s you and me.”
They had so little between them. He’d lost everything and she’d never really had anything. So why did she suddenly feel so damn blessed?
“That’s how I like it.” His hand slid down and it seemed to know exactly where it wanted to go this time. The pad of his finger circled her clit. Over and over and around and around. “Give me one. Come for me and then I’ll slide inside you and we’ll both come again. And then you’ll go out and sit down with our friends and they’ll all know I’ve had you, but that’s all right. It’s natural and right for me to have you. You belong to me. You’re my girl.”
“And you belong to me.” He was right about that. It was natural. It certainly felt that way. No other man could melt her inhibitions and take her out of her own head the way he could. She was always thinking, always in motion. She’d been that way since she was a child, but things slowed down when she was with Macon. The world stilled and she could relax, giving over to him.
“Yes, I do. I like being your man. Now give me what I want.” His finger ran over her clit, pressing with exactly the right amount of strength, and it wasn’t long before she was moaning and shoving up against his finger, trying to ride it. She could feel his cock hard against her back and she shivered in anticipation. She would have him inside her soon and she would be complete again. Being with Macon was addictive.
He hit the perfect spot and her body was awash in sweet sensation.
Even as she pulsed with the aftereffects, he was using those big muscled arms of his to move her around.
“Turn around, baby. I want you to ride me.” He helped her up and then went to