It smells like Mac.
That wild mix of his skin, his smoke, his sweat.
I’m turned on.
I climb into the passenger seat of the car and Mac opens the door for me.
I put the hat on my head.
He grabs my bag and the bag of money from the front seat floor.
“Just stay with me, sweetie,” he says.
We hurry along the side of the house.
There’s a different feel to the BC campus. It has a sense of calmness to it. In the far off distance I can hear the sound of music playing.
Someone is obviously having a party.
I lift my head a little and look around.
It’s dark. Nobody is near us.
Mac grabs my hand and pulls me to the left.
I stumble and turn.
There’s a door I would have never known was there.
Hidden between two overgrown bushes.
Mac unlocks the door and opens it.
I’m hit with the smell of musty wood.
“Can I take the hat off?” I whisper.
“No,” Mac says.
“Okay.”
He stops walking.
His fingers touch my chin and he lifts my head.
He looks down at me. “You don’t want to be caught, do you? I mean, a movie star like you with a bad guy like me…”
Mac grins.
I love that he’s playing into my stupid fantasy.
“Then you better protect me,” I say.
Mac lifts the hat off my head and lowers his mouth to mine.
He kisses me and my toes curl.
I’m in so much trouble being with him…
But I can’t imagine not being with him.
I walk out of the bathroom with a towel around my body and another towel to dry my hair with. Mac is smoking a cigarette near the window. Even the way he leans against the wall is sexy. It just seems almost not fair that I can be attracted to him the way I am.
He makes my head and my body - my everything - scramble.
I toss the towel for my hair back toward the bathroom.
“Can I get you anything, sweetie?” he asks. “Something to eat? Drink?”
I shake my head. “I’m just happy to be somewhere else right now.”
Mac nods and flicks his cigarette out of the window.
He shuts the window and moves toward me.
My toes start to curl again.
He touches my bare shoulders and runs his fingertips down my arms.
He leans down and kisses my left shoulder.
My hands grab for his shirt.
I swallow hard and shut my eyes.
He begins to kiss down to my chest.
I slowly put my head back and bite my lip.
His right hand slips into the towel and he touches just below my belly button. I swallow hard and take a deep breath as his fingertips inch down, curling around me, pressing against my warmth.
I’m always ready for him and he has no trouble dipping his fingers into me.
Moving in circles that make my body tingle and pulse for more.
Mac uses his other hand to open the towel.
I open my eyes just enough to watch the towel fall to the floor.
I shiver again.
My skin is tight.
My body is aching for him.
His mouth kisses down some more, over my left breast.
My knees start to give way but his left hand moves around to the small of my back. He pulls me against him, moving his mouth from my breast. But his other hand… his fingers… they’re still touching me…
I try to take a deep breath but I can’t.
I fall into Mac, resting my head against his chest.
“Mac…”
“I’ve got you, sweetie,” he whispers.
Both of his hands have moved and are at my back now. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around him. He starts to walk me to the bed but then pauses.
The tip of my nose flirts with his.
He grins.
And it’s not the same grin either…
Mac has different grins.
And this one…
My lips touch his but we don’t kiss.
Mac turns and puts me against the wall.
He then reaches down between us and I feel him moving. Unzipping his jeans. Taking himself out of his jeans.
My heart slams inside my chest.
I’ve never done this before…
Mac is then against me. His thickness. His fullness.
Pressing against my body.
His hands cupped under my ass.
My hands grab for his arms, feeling his muscles as they flex tight.
This feels like the epitome of bad boy…
There’s a bed right next to us but he wants to take me against the wall.
His lips touch mine. “I fucking love you, Jolie.”
“Fuck, Mac, I love you too,” I say back in a breathless voice. “Do it… right now…”
Mac groans as he thrusts forward.
My eyes widen and I see nothing but stars and feel nothing but heaven.
I slowly close my eyes and lose myself to Mac.
Up against a wall in his bedroom.
Where I’m secretly hiding.
Because I’m pretending to be kidnapped.
This is all fucking wild…
And wild feels good.
I open my eyes as my body gently slides up and down the wall.
What has my life become?
The next morning I have breakfast in bed.
Wearing nothing but the covers on Mac’s bed.
I drink coffee.
He smokes.
He drinks coffee.
I eat.
It’s kind of normal.
Even though it’s not.
His phone buzzes against the dresser and he smiles at me.
“Put some clothes on, sweetie,” he says.
“How painful was that to say to me?” I ask.
“A shit ton,” he says. “We’re going for a ride.”
“We are?”
“Yeah,” Mac says. “Warehouse. I want you to hang there for a little bit.”
“Why not here?” I ask.
“Have to be careful, sweetie. Do you trust me?”
“Of course I trust you,” I say.
“Then get some clothes on and let’s go for a ride.”
I finish my coffee, brush my teeth, get dressed, and I follow Mac through the house wearing the black hoodie and the baseball cap.
This time it’s a little more stressful because of it being daylight out.
We get into his car and he hurries to drive off.
I take the baseball cap off my head but leave the hoodie on.
“Are you going to steal that hoodie, sweetie?” Mac asks.
“Probably.”
“Just be careful with it. It could be needed as evidence in some crimes.”
I look at Mac and swallow hard. “Seriously?”
Mac smiles. He doesn’t answer me. But he winks.
I don’t know how to take that.
Mac changes the subject to something else.
“You remember what I told you… what you need to do?”
“The bag of money?” I ask.
“That’s it.”
“I remember,” I say.
“It’s the only way to do this, Jolie.”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it,” I say.
“I know,” Mac says. “The time is coming though. He’s going to realize he’s been fucked over again. Things are going to get crazy.”
“And this isn’t crazy?” I ask as I hold my arms up, letting the long sleeves of the hoodie droop down.