Mess Us Up – Jaxson Kidman Page 0,5
love me, hold me, kiss me… and plenty more.
I inch forward and kiss his chest.
He still smells like last night.
Crime has its own smell. It’s a mixture of boldness with a touch of fear. It’s intoxicating and addicting to be around.
Mac starts to stir and when he opens his eyes, he moves right for me.
His lips crash to mine.
Hard.
His kisses are fast and he moves his body on top of mine.
My hands grab at the muscles of his back.
He moves himself so he’s between my legs.
A second later, I feel a warm pressure… yeah, that kind of pressure…
I break the kiss and put my head back. My nails scratch at his skin as he takes me in the morning.
My toes curl against the sheets as I pull my body toward him, wanting everything.
Mac gives me everything.
His mouth kisses from my neck to my chest with speed.
His tongues swirls and flirts from one breast to the other.
The lower half of his body moves with more speed by the second.
My hands slide from his back to the bed.
I grip the covers and lower my head just as Mac begins to kiss back up my body.
His mouth meets mine again and I let go of the covers and grab for his messy, greasy hair.
I kiss him as hard as he kisses me.
I groan into his mouth. He grunts into mine.
I’m not sure there’s a better way to start a morning.
If there is, let me know.
Because I’m good with this.
We kiss until Mac moves down to my neck. His tongue flirts with my skin.
My body suddenly reaches its breaking point.
It catches me off guard that I gasp and run out of air and can’t find anymore.
I’m now hugging Mac again, pulling myself tight against him.
He slides a hand to the middle of my back and holds me as my hips jerk forcefully.
I keep my eyes open as I finish.
The room dances and spins with the thrusts from his strong body.
When I finally find the ability to breathe again, I let out a gasping moan.
It’s loud enough that Mac reaches up and puts a hand over my mouth.
He then looks at me.
My cheeks are burning hot.
He slides his hand away and we both smile.
My body won’t stop moving.
Wanting more…
Mac uses the pointer finger of his right hand and traces along my lips.
I kiss his finger.
He thrusts harder than ever and I gasp again.
Mac puts both hands to my back and holds me.
He buries his face into my chest again and doesn’t stop until he’s done.
Which means I get to finish again… with him…
There’s a moment when time feels frozen.
It’s like jumping off a cliff. And you’re sailing through the air. Waiting to hit the water below. Thinking a million thoughts. And then you hit the water and it’s just silence.
Mac is still gently moving though.
Inching back and forth.
Our heartbeats race one another.
Mine is beating way faster though…
Mac brushes his lips to mine one more time.
“Good morning, sweetie,” he whispers.
“Good morning to you,” I say.
“I’m going to grab a shower. Why don’t you go downstairs and get some coffee and some breakfast?”
“That’s everything I’ve ever wanted to do,” I say.
Mac stares at me for a few seconds before leaving the bed.
I sit up and watch him go into the bathroom and shut the door.
I grab some clothes and work my way downstairs.
I feel half asleep and floating as I work my way to the kitchen.
Mama Dae is standing there, already hard at work making breakfast.
“Morning, Jolie,” she says to me.
“Morning,” I say. “Can I help with anything?”
As Mama Dae turns, the door opens.
In walks Les and Taz.
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MAC
I shower alone because I need the time alone.
Yeah, I love Jolie. Yeah, I want to spend every second with her. Believe me, there’s nothing more I want in my life right now than that. But I can see the look in her eyes. I’m not an idiot. I know this is hurting her. I know it’s driving her crazy to be stuck in Mama’s house this way. And I can’t give her a timeline because we don’t have one.
We need to find out everything about her father. And we need to make sure of her mother.
There’s something about that money her father had in his drawers…
In hindsight, I should have just grabbed all of that cash when I had the chance. We just wanted to send a message. But if we took the cash, then the truth would have come right to Mama’s front door.
And that’s a fight worth