We both let out grunts of pleasure as his body gives to me and I take. When he thrusts inside me—pulling all the way out, then slamming back in—I slam my eyes shut, gripping his shoulders for support, soaking in the way he makes me feel. My core clenches around him, my body on the verge of another orgasm. When his thumb starts working circles over my clit, I fall apart beneath him. My orgasm barrels into me, detonating like an explosion of fireworks. Those sparks being lit inside me light my body on fire.
He doesn’t stop there, though. Baz grips my hips, lifting my lower body in his arms to meet his thrusts, and this new angle has me gasping in pleasure. The sensations are all so much, I can’t breathe. Our gazes lock, and something happens between us at this moment. It’s like time is fickle and nothing in the past ever happened. It’s just us. Him inside me, filling me. No past, no secrets, just us.
“That’s it, Dirty Girl. Take my cock,” he praises, as he grinds my hips over his cock. He digs his fist in my hair and tugs, arching my body into him. With each thrust, he slams deeper, hitting that spot inside me that makes me fall to pieces around him.
His thumb finds purchase on my clit again, and he strokes in time with his thrusts.
“Come for me, baby,” he grits, and all it takes is a few more pumps inside me, then my walls are clamping around him, and I’m coming again. His grip on my hip tightens, and I know he’s close.
“Baz,” I moan, as my body shudders around him. That does him in. Baz empties himself inside me, his grip tightening on me, damn near crushing me.
His thrusts slow, and we both look down at the mess between my legs when he pulls out. Our gazes lock, and I expect him to leave me. To turn back into that cold jerk I’ve been dealing with the last few days, but he doesn’t. He flops back on the bed next me, trying to catch his breath.
When our breathing has slowed, I roll onto my side, facing him. He doesn’t move his body, but he does crane his neck toward me, watching me as closely as I’m watching him. There’s so much I want to say to him, but I don’t know how. I can’t seem to find my voice after what just happened. My chest squeezes as I trace his features with my eyes, taking in all the parts of him that I missed. His beautiful eyes are what I’ve longed for the most. They’re lighter than I’ve ever seen them.
It’s on the tip of my tongue. Three words that I have no business uttering. But I feel them. I’ve felt them for a long time, and I’ve been lying to myself. Trying to talk myself into believing I don’t care about this man. I don’t voice any of those thoughts, though. I’m too afraid of rejection. Instead, I clear my throat, reaching my hand out and gliding it through his soft hair.
“What was all that about?”
He lifts one of his shoulders in a noncommittal shrug, still not taking his eyes off me. It’s almost like he thinks I’ll disappear if he so much as blinks.
I lick my lips, suddenly feeling unsettled just thinking about what I let happen. I let a woman kiss me. I let her fuck me with her mouth, and Christ in heaven, it felt good. I would’ve rather had Baz’s mouth on me, but it doesn’t change the fact that I wasn’t completely disgusted or put off by her touch, and that frightens me.
“Are threesomes really that important to men?” I ask, thinking about the night at his penthouse when I caught him with those two women.
Baz scoffs as if I should know better. “That wasn’t about wanting another woman in my bed, Mackenzie. That was about seeing if I could handle someone else’s on hands on you. Woman or not.”
My breath catches, something akin to hope filling my chest. “And what’s the verdict?”
“I can’t,” he says, growing serious. “I won’t share you, and I most certainly won’t give you up. The thought of anyone touching you, male or female, drives me insane. It makes me murderous.”
My heart thumps wildly at his admission, and God help me, I must be insane because his words make me happy. They fill the void that’s been burning a hole through my chest. They fill my stomach with butterflies because that means he still wants me, maybe just as much as I want him.
Trapping my bottom lip between my teeth, I slide my hand across his chest and down, down, until I’m gripping his cock. His shaft is still coated with my juices, and as I stroke him from root to tip, he starts to harden again, almost immediately. A growl rumbles in his chest, and I roll over, climbing on top of him. Our gazes lock as I press the tip of his cock against my entrance, then slide down. His hands settle on my hips, but he doesn’t do anything else. He lets me own this round.
Resting my hands on his chest, I ride him well into the night, making up for lost time. I keep those three words locked inside me, still too afraid of the repercussions if I utter them out loud.
I keep my gaze glued to Mackenzie while she sleeps in my bed. She looks peaceful. She always does while she’s sleeping, but when she’s awake, it’s like watching a storm. It’s there in her eyes, the chaos she no doubt feels inside. I want to take it away, but I can’t. It’s not like she’d let me anyway.
Last night was the first time in a very long time that things between us felt like they used to, but I’m not sure if I liked it or hated it. This wasn’t a part of the plan. The plan was to keep her safe. I could handle her hating me, but I couldn’t if she wasn’t alive to do it.
I am certain Zach and Vincent are working together, and I don’t trust them. Everyone is now a suspect. And even though I want to, I don’t trust Mackenzie either. It is easy to see through her lies now. I don’t know how I missed it before. I know she has no intention of leaving the cards where they lie. She is still angry, still hurt, which is a combination for disaster where she is concerned.
I watched her earlier as she left the resort and got into a random car. I couldn’t see who was driving, but I could make an educated guess. She is still enlisting his help, looking for ways to hurt me and the rest of the guys. Can’t say we don’t deserve it.
I know she thinks I’m a selfish bastard for bringing her here to gain back her freedom, but little does she know, she doesn’t need me for that. The second her parents signed that over to me, she was free. I am just making sure no one else has the opportunity to take advantage of her. Sort of like I am doing. I am a hypocrite, but I am a man intent on getting what I want. And I want Mackenzie.
Last night proved that to me loud and clear. Pierre has been a business partner of mine for a while. Back in France, he wanted help getting his business off the ground, and he came to me. We’ve been good friends ever since. He opened The Sanctuary here in the States, a safe space for the rich and elite to enjoy themselves. Every few months, he has these soirees like the one last night. I do my best to attend most of them as not to disrespect him or our business relationship.
I think a part of me wanted to scare Mackenzie with the events of last night. I wanted her to run for the hills to make my decision easier. I knew getting involved with her again was a mistake, but I couldn’t stop myself. She was like breathing—vital. I couldn’t not be near her.
I was pleasantly surprised that she was aroused watching the show. I had an entirely new plan for her. I wanted to test her limits, but mostly, I wanted to test my limits.