Cocky Notes - Leesa Bow Page 0,75

I swallow the grapefruit-sized lump in my throat. “But I’m not going to be selfish by taking away a future you’ve always wanted.”

“I worked so hard not to be like my mother all those years ago I had convinced myself I didn’t want kids because then I’d never do to them what she did to me.”

I take her beautiful face in my hands and kiss her. Kiss her with the love she deserves. Kiss her with the passion I’ve bottled up inside.

In a swift movement, she has one leg over my lap and straddles me. “Reef,” she pleads. “Before you say anything else, please give me tonight.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

REEF

“If we’re going out for dinner, then I need to change my shoes.”

I follow Macy home so she can leave her car, and we can take mine. She waits for me at the front door, while I remember the last time I saw her father he wasn’t rapt to meet me.

“Is your father home?”

She shakes her head. “He’s spending the night at Bernadette’s.” She unlocks the door and holds it open for me. “From the time he rekindled a relationship with her, it took off fast. He went from depending on me to setting me free.”

Two words stood out for me.

Rekindled because I wonder if she thinks it’s what we’re doing?

And setting her free. It sounds like she doesn’t want freedom from either of us.

I’m more a life sentence than a partner.

I follow her down the hall to her small bedroom where she opens the cupboard. “So, what do you have in mind for dinner?” She pulls out several dresses and holds them up.

“All look good, but you’re honestly fine in what you’re wearing. I thought you only needed to change your shoes.” Without thinking, I sit on the bed and face her. “Where would you like to eat?”

She kicks off her flip-flops, and her gaze lowers to the bedside table. I turn to see what has caught her attention.

A pile of napkins.

“Ah… our notes.” I smile.

“I thought you considered them our love-hate letters, with a lame hashtag.”

I chuckle, reach for one, my hand halting midway because Macy has pulled her dress over her head and tossed it on the end of the bed.

I peer into her eyes, afraid to look anywhere else because my cock is hardening by the second. Holding my gaze, she continues to twist her arms behind her back and with a quick unclasp, frees her breasts, knowing I’ll struggle not to look.

I swallow, hard, remaining focused on her face. Not her eyes now but her lips because it’s where I want to taste her first. She slides her panties down her glorious thighs, and I close my eyes momentarily to gain some composure. I open my eyes to Macy straddling my lap.

“I want you to be the first guy I have in my bed.” She kisses me, and I take her face in her hands and break the kiss.

“I want to be the only guy you have in this bed.” I crush my lips against hers and taste her. Decadent like I remember. Inhaling her minty breath, our tongues collide and tangle until heat builds inside, and I’m peeling off my shirt.

“Allow me.” She takes over with quick fingers, and then she’s at my jeans button.

I grab hold of her hand but hesitate. “So, we’re doing this?”

“We’re doing this,” she says hoarsely. “I assume you’re still clean.”

I flip her on her back, step out of my jeans, and hover over her. “I’ve never looked at another girl since you. Never wanted another girl since meeting you.”

With a deftness of which we are acquainted, I’m inside her and making love to every inch of her body, feeding greedily on her passion while giving all I have to give in return.

Her moans build, enticing me to drive my cock deeper, filling every inch until she loses control, and her eyes glaze over. I dip my head and kiss her lips. Ride her to another orgasm, and the moment my name sounds from her lips, I come with force, collapsing on her curves.

Out of breath, I murmur, “I love you, Macy.”

Her lips caress my cheek until they make their way to the lobe of my ear. “I love you, too.”

Two hours later, we’re eating prawns and lobster at a Glenelg restaurant, an area fondly known to the locals as The Bay.

“Gah, I hate the smell of my fingers after peeling prawns.”

I chuckle. “It’s a smell I quite like.” I wink at