in the back of her head as her entire body moved with mine, her hips doing this thing that drove me crazy. It felt like Sunny had a cliff inside her and I kept jumping off it. The sensation was overwhelming.
“Sunny, I can’t,” I started to warn her that I was about to lose it even though I didn’t want to. Not yet. But my hips refused to listen to my mind as they started pounding into her harder and faster.
“Yes, Mac. Fuck me. Just like that,” she said, raising her hips off the bed, making me hit that cliff again. “Harder,” she demanded, and I listened like a good boyfriend and pounded her into the fucking pillows at the top of her bed over and over and over again.
I was on the edge, on the verge, and before I could let her know I was going to come, I released inside the condom and pushed out two more shuddered thrusts before collapsing on top of her. Breathing hard, I propped myself up on my elbows, so I didn’t smash her.
“I’m sorry it was so fast,” I apologized, but she looked so sated and peaceful.
“It was the perfect first time.” She gave me a lazy smile, but I knew she was lying.
There was no way I’d satisfied her, but I planned on remedying that the next time. Then, she would mean it when she called it perfect.
“Uh …” I rolled off of her and sat on the bed. I felt like a jerk, leaving Sunny right after having sex with her. “I hate to do this and run”—I thumbed toward her door as I pushed up to stand and noticed the way her eyes lingered on my abs before lowering to my dick and staring—“but I’ll be right back. Then, you can continue admiring me,” I said, and she laughed.
I really needed to take this condom off before it fell to the floor all on its own and made a mess. By the time I came out of the bathroom, Sunny was already dressed, her bed made, and the ride-share app she showed me on her phone let me know that she’d already called a car.
“You’re the best,” I said as I quickly pulled my clothes on.
She giggled, pressing a kiss to my neck before moving her lips to my cheek and eventually back to my mouth. “You’re mine, Mac Davies. And don’t you forget it,” she said before swatting my ass.
“Not a chance in hell I’d forget, babe.”
And just like that, life started to feel a little less lonely and a whole lot better. Sunny turned out to be the easiest thing I’d slid into since my first home run in pony ball. It was crazy how good she felt and how quickly I’d found myself needing her in my life.
And as more time passed, that girl became my best friend and someone I didn’t think I could ever live without. She supported me like crazy, never got mad when I needed to put baseball first, and seemed to understand me in ways no one else ever had. I felt like for the first time in my life, I finally knew exactly what Cole and Chance had tried to tell me.
When you found the right girl, you held on for dear life and didn’t let her go.
Life is Good
Sunny
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hings with Mac and me got on track rather quickly. Once we finally gave in to what we both knew we wanted, our hearts lined up perfectly for it, everyone else be damned—I’m looking at you, Hayley. Everything about our relationship was … really. Freaking. Good. Sometimes, I worried that it was falling into place a little too easily, but I knew that was only my fear talking. For whatever reason, I’d stupidly assumed that relationships came with a certain level of chaos, and without it, you were doomed, living in some fairy tale where it could all come crashing down around you at any moment.
Mac started opening up to me—without my pushing—and I took everything that he gave, anxious to learn more about what made my man tick. He talked about his parents, and I tried to hide my shock every time he told me something that his dad had done or said over the years. It was crazy to hear how he was treated when I had nothing but the opposite experience with my own family. If Mac had had a tendency to lie or exaggerate, I would have