Protecting Macy (Cavanaugh Security Book 1) Page 8

  “No, sorry. You’re just really handsome.”

  “Thanks, Macy. I think you’re fucking sexy as hell,” he crooned, bringing my hand to his mouth and kissing it. “But, baby, if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to show you how much I want you.”

  “Maybe that’s what I want.”

  “Well, when you’re sure, just let me know,” he growled and focused on the road.

  The second we entered the house, I launched myself into his arms. I had to feel him possess me. I knew from the moment that we met that he was the one, but it wasn’t until I realized that my virtue, my life had nearly been torn from me by a monster, that I needed him to make me feel alive.

  Sean’s whiskey gaze had pulled me in from the start even when I was frightened out of my mind. Or maybe it was because of the adrenaline racing through my cells that screamed for him to claim me. Either way, it made no difference. The wait was over. I had to know what the touch of someone who cared felt like. Night after night, I lived with the fear that I would be assaulted because of where I lived and worked and who I lived with.

  “Please take me, Sean. Please make me forget the fate I was almost relegated to. Make me feel like a woman worshipped,” I begged, pleaded. I had no shame, but that didn’t bother Sean at all. He growled and carried me over to the large marble table in the center of the foyer and lifted me onto it.

  “I’m going to worship you forever, Macy. I’m not going to let you go. Not now, not ever.” He crushed his mouth to mine, pushing me down on the cool surface until we were panting. His head moved down my body, lingering on my neck, kissing me and whispering little promises of what was to come.

  A tiny squeak came from my lips as his hand cupped my breast and squeezed my nipple. His other hand rose up and lifted my top completely off over my head, setting it on the edge of the table without a care. He drugged me with his kisses, biting and pulling on my lips until he moved that talented mouth down to my breasts. His fingers danced over the revealed flesh, sending longing right through me.

  “Macy, tell me what you need,” he commanded.

  “I don’t know. More…everything…you,” I panted, hanging on by a thread. He grabbed the cup and dragged it down, leaving my nipple exposed for just a second as he lowered his mouth, sucking it, circling it with his tongue. My body sang with all of this new desire, and I had to have more. He popped his lips off one nipple, moving to the other and making my body light up again.

  I felt like I could come if he even touched my pussy. And as if he’d heard my thoughts, his hand crept down between my thighs and stroked the material on my shorts that covered my soaked core. I threw my arms around his shoulders and clung to him as I came.

  “Sean,” I cried out, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, kissing him wildly until he picked me up off the table with my legs wrapped around his waist and carried me upstairs.

  “Where are we going?” I asked, feeling confused and still incredibly turned on. My first orgasm only fueled my need for another.

  “I promise to fuck you hard on that table, but right now, I want to claim your pussy in our bed,” he grunted in my ear, then sucked it between his teeth. He slid me down his body outside of the bedroom.

  “Are you sure?” he asked again. Damn, he had no idea that gentlemanly concern was such a sexy turn-on.

  I craved him like a drug. I wanted him any way possible. This man had become everything to me. “More than anything. Make me yours.”

  “I don’t have any protection,” he informed me.

  “Oh, do you want to stop?” God, I hoped not, but it wasn’t smart to have unprotected sex.

  He whipped out that panty-dropping smile. “No. I plan to fill you up. Every last drop of my come deep inside of you until I don’t have a drop left.”

  “Then, Sean, you’re all the protection I need,” I admitted.

  “Good, baby. Because that’s what you’re going to get,” he promised, lifting his shirt over his head. I took him in again. Damn. My hand reached out, running my fingers over his strong, taut pecs. I couldn’t stop myself even if I tried. He tossed his head back and moaned. “You’re going to make me come.”

  “Tit for tat,” I said, boldly reaching out and sliding my tongue over his small nipple.

  “Fuck, I got to have you now.” He carried me over to the bed, leaning over me for a kiss. The vibration running through me grew as he trailed kisses over my jaw and down to my neck, lingering just enough to make me moan before traveling lower. His hand slid under and worked my bra off, freeing my breasts completely. “Fuck, after I get you pregnant, I’m going to fucking come all over your tits.”

  I shouldn’t be so turned on, but I was. The man could do whatever he wanted to me. I moaned as he gently kissed down my stomach, reaching the edge of my shorts. With a flick of his fingers, he popped the button of the shorts open, then lazily pulled down the zipper, kissing every inch that was revealed. I tried to pull back when his mouth kissed my covered pussy, but he held me there and did it again.

  Losing his patience, he lifted me up and dragged off the rest of my clothes and dropped down between my thighs. His shoulders nudged my legs apart as his face pressed against me, kissing and licking me open. I tried to close my legs but only managed to rest them over his shoulders as he controlled my lower half.

  As the desire grew, my virgin hesitation disappeared, and I relaxed as he pushed a finger inside. His eyes met mine, and he smiled widely. I felt fuller as he pushed another thick finger in, stretching me out. I couldn’t hold back the second he sucked on my clit. I felt the wave of my orgasm rip through me.

  Growling, he stalked upward, looking wildly at me. I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance, and with one thrust he claimed me completely. I held back the yelp but released one tear that he kissed away. Slowly he worked in and out of me as his mouth attacked my face, lips, and neck. I could feel my body react even with the slight pain, and then I was fully back in action, ready for more.

  He picked up the pace, driving into me with his huge cock until I clenched around him, making both of us come. My hands thrust into his hair, bringing his face to mine, and I kissed him with the passion I felt.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Sean

  I stared down at her, wondering how she felt. I knew it was her first time, but I couldn’t slow down after hearing her come for a second time. “Macy, how are you feeling?”

  “Wonderful,” she moaned, stretching her arms and arching her back like a kitten.

  “You’re fucking beautiful, baby,” I growled, snatching her mouth with mine, kissing her until we both started over again. I groaned and slid my hand down her flank and over her hip, bringing her leg over my waist. My cock pressed against her tiny slit. I didn’t enter her. Instead, I rocked my hips forward as I leaned over and kissed her neck, making her moan.

  “Tell me what you want, Macy,” I demanded. My control hung on by a thread.

  “Take me again, Sean,” she begged, sliding her hands in circles over my chest and shoulders. Fuck, I held back the urge to dive right back in. She was new to all of this. This time, I took my time when I entered her tight, slick heat. It was intense and amazing to feel her wrapped around my cock. Our lovemaking was slower, deliberate, and passionate.

  When we finally came up for air, I ran her a bath while I jumped in the shower. As I stepped out of the shower, she was stepping into the tub. “You could join me in here,” she stated, cupping her hands to scoop water and pour it over her breasts.

  “Sorry, baby, but it would defeat the purpose right away,” I grunted, drying off.

  I brushed my teeth and rushed out of the bathroom before I could take her offer and bury myself in her again.

  Dressed in some gym shorts and a tee shirt, I decided to cook her some food, but my thoughts kept going back up to the bedroom where I’d just made her mine entirely. Then it hit me that if the bastard had succeeded that she would have had her innocence stolen from her. Rape was brutal, pure wr
ong, but something about stealing a woman’s virginity was evil.

  It angered me all over again. She was a sweet, kind woman and it would have ruined her. No one deserved that, but especially not my Macy. I popped open a beer to try and calm myself down, but after I set the empty bottle in the sink, I only felt like hunting the bastard down.

  By the time she got out, I’d been attempting to cook and failing miserably. My mind had been so focused on her attacker that I burned the steaks, setting off the smoke alarm.

  I threw open the sliding kitchen doors and turned on the hood above the stove. Macy came down a few minutes later, smelling the burnt food.

  “Oh no! What happened?” She swiped her hand in the air, trying to clear the smell.

  “Sorry, baby. I let some beautiful woman steal my attention,” I answered, sliding my hand around her waist.

  “I was upstairs, so I don’t know who that woman was,” she challenged with a playful sneer.

  She gave a little push to get away, but I pulled her tighter. “I just had her wrapped around my cock screaming my name, but I was a fool to turn down her offer.”

  She frowned, then admitted, “Not a fool. A brilliant man, actually, since I’m pretty damn sore.”

  “I’m sorry. Are you hungry? I can find something else to make.”

  “I could have just a plain sandwich. I know we worked up an appetite, but we don’t have to cook.”

  “That works for me.” I nodded and walked to the fridge, grabbing all the deli meats and some veggies. Macy reached around and grabbed the rolls. We moved as one, and I knew this was just the beginning of something wonderful. I’d give her some more time, but she would be my wife soon.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Macy

  “Mrs. Cavanaugh, can I help?” I asked, taking a drink of my tea. We’d just arrived at their house about twenty miles away from Sean’s mansion.

  “Sure. Can you get the lettuce and tomato from the fridge?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” I answered, setting down my glass and walking happily to get them. We were having a barbeque at his parents’ house. A few neighbors would be stopping by, but Sean promised that if I wanted to leave early, we could. Most of them believed that Sean rescued me from a car accident on a rainy night last week. My name had never made it to the newspapers about the attack. Thankfully the police had kept most of the information under wraps.

  “There’s going to be a lot of single men here today, so don’t freak too much if Sean gets a bit possessive,” she cautioned me. A bit possessive was entirely possible, but I didn’t want to let on how sexy I found his need to mark his territory. Every time he took me, I knew he planned to tie me to him.

  “I doubt that will happen,” I muttered, trying to hide the blush that crept over my face.

  “If he’s anything like his father, he’ll be ready to carry you over his shoulder like a caveman,” she said with a smug grin.

  My mouth popped open. I met the man, and yes, he had silver fox written all over him, but somehow I couldn’t picture a distinguished man like him doing something like that. I had to know, so I asked, “Ha. Did Mr. Cavanaugh do that before?”

  She nodded, mixing up the potato salad. “At least three times over the years. I tried to stay mad about it, but when the tables turned, I saw red. There were women vying for his attention everywhere we went.”

  Maggie expression grew angry as she continued, “Especially when his mother had get-togethers. She didn’t like me very much. She didn’t think I was good enough for her son, so she had a barbeque after we married with a swarm of women in short dresses and even invited his high school girlfriend. I was so angry I was on the verge of tears. Unlike him, I couldn’t just pick him up and leave, so I stewed in my jealousy and anger until my darling husband realized the reason for it.”

  She took that moment to chuckle between the anger, then with a smirk she gleefully added, “He scooped me up, tossed me over his shoulder, and stated to all around, ‘She’s mine,’ as he carried me to our car. I didn’t talk to his parents for a decade.”

  “Wow, that’s nuts. There’s not going to be a ton of women here, right?”

  “Oh, God, no. Even if I didn’t like you, which is hard to fathom, I wouldn’t do that. It still makes me upset to this day.” She wiped a lone tear from her eye, and that was when her man walked in the room.

  “Baby, you all right?” he asked, pulling her into his arms. She nodded against his chest. And I wanted to swoon. Sean came in behind him. He looked at his parents, then at me and back again. He came up to me and asked, “Baby, everything okay?”

  I bit my lips then answered with a little hesitation, “Yes, reminiscing upset her.”

  “Shit, my mom’s barbeque,” Mr. Cavanaugh muttered. “Damn, baby. After thirty-two years, you have to know you own me and you’re the only one.” Mr. Cavanaugh looked at us and excused themselves. “We’ll be back.”

  As soon as they walked out, Sean laughed. “What’s so funny?”

  “Funny? Nothing. Trust me, knowing my parents are about to fuck like bunnies isn’t sexy, but it never fails. Anytime my grandmother came around, she would bring up my dad’s ex-girlfriend like she was something special and how that woman had pretty daughters that could have been her granddaughters, rubbing it in that my mom only had my brother and me.”

  Sean cracked a huge grin, and added, “One time she made the mistake of saying that in front of my father. He cut all ties to them from that day on. He had no idea my grandmother made my mother fear he’d leave her for his ex. And seriously, from what I learned they were never intimate, so it wasn’t a big deal, but she always felt that he should have married her.”

  “Is she still alive?” I hoped never to run into her. Shit, if Mrs. Cavanaugh wasn’t acceptable, I would be considered shit on his boots.

  “No, she died three years ago.” I couldn’t handle that level of petty torture.

  “Oh.”

  “You don’t have to hold back. I never liked the woman. She was definitely a bitch, but she gave birth to my awesome dad, so that’s how I thought of her. My grandfather died twenty years ago, but he wasn’t much better. He was weak and refused to check her.” He bent down and kissed my lips. “Enough about that shit. Tell me, beautiful, how are you doing?”

  “I’m always wonderful when I’m in your arms.”

  “That’s great to hear,” he grunted, nuzzling on my neck. I moaned and tilted my head to give him room. “I could take you right here, right now,” he whispered, grinding his cock on my belly. I would let him. He slid his hand up from my neck and into my hair, tightening his grip and crushing his mouth to mine. My hands clenched around his strong biceps, barely restraining myself.

  The sound of the doorbell reminded us that we weren’t alone and not at home.

  “Shit, fucking people. I can’t wait to get you home and fill you up,” Sean promised, dropping his forehead onto mine before he stepped back. “I’ll be back.” He winked, then smacked my ass as he walked out of the kitchen.

  The sound of a deep male voice shouted, “Sean.”

  “Mark,” Sean hollered. His brother was here. I walked out of the kitchen and stood by the kitchen door just as they pulled away from their hug. Then Sean shouted up the stairs, “Mom, Dad, get down here.”

  His mother came running downstairs, brushing her hair back. Knowing that they were on the verge of getting freaky made me laugh.

  “Mark! You’re home,” Maggie screamed as she threw her arms around a large man who looked like Sean.

  His dad grabbed Mark in a one-armed hug. “I’m so glad you’re fucking home, Mark,” he choked out.

  I accidentally bumped my hip into the side table as I watched the beautiful reunion that got everyone’s attention. Mark smiled cockily and stared at me. “And who is this beautiful angel?”

  “My woman, so keep your eyes to yourself,” Sean growled, coming to my side and dragging me against his body. I felt Sean’s hand pull me close and squeeze ti
ghter.

  “Oh, Sean, don’t be rude,” Maggie said, pulling me to her. “Mark, this lovely lady is Macy.”

  Mark strolled over to me like he ruled the world and tugged me away from Sean and hugged me. “Damn, you could do better,” he chuckled out.

  Sean was quick to pull me back to his side. “Mom, don’t you have some food to make?”

  I giggled. “It’s nice to meet you as well, Mark, but I think he’s perfect for me.”

  “Oh, yes. Come on, Macy. Lend me a hand.” We giggled and rushed into the kitchen so the men could play nice together, and she could get her boys fed.

  ***

  Three hours later, I found myself carried over his shoulder and upstairs to his old bedroom. My butt hit the mattress, bouncing softly before he pushed me down onto the mattress. “You’re mine, Macy.”

  “I know, Sean,” I whispered, cupping his scruffy jaw and dragging his face down to mine. “But maybe I need a reminder,” I challenged. He growled, sliding his hand up my thigh, lifting my dress with it until he grabbed my hip. The way he held me tight, I knew this was all about us.

  “I need you,” he groaned, using his other hand to undo his pants and free himself. It was my turn to groan when he pushed my panties to the side and skimmed the head of his cock over my folds. “So fucking wet,” he grunted, thrusting forward and filling me up. My pussy throbbed, hanging on the edge already.

  I panted his name over and over as he took me hard on his bed. “Fuck, I’m coming,” I screamed. Sean caught my voice with his mouth, giving me a brutal kiss and pumping his own orgasm deep inside of me.

  “Damn, I hope no one heard us.”

  “Oh well, then they really know you’re mine.”

  “You brute.”

  “You have no idea,” he growled, kissing me and helping me up off the bed. I could feel his come between my thighs, soaking through my panties. This was going to be interesting.

  “Are you done fucking in my room already?” Sean’s brother hollered from the other side of the door.