I had needed this, and I hadn’t even realized until he was inside me, holding me like I was a cherished possession.
I loved this man. I didn’t know when I had fallen, but I knew I had fallen hard.
As Macon took care of me, kissed me softly, and showed me how much he cared, I just hoped to hell that caring was enough.
I didn’t know if he would ever love me. I didn’t know if he was able to, not after everything that had happened.
I only prayed that what he felt would be enough.
And I hoped to hell that when the danger had passed, he wouldn’t leave.
And I wouldn’t be left alone.
Chapter 16
Dakota
I moaned, letting my legs fall to either side of me as I fought myself to stay in this dream. Only I knew it wasn’t a dream.
But it was the best way to wake up.
I arched, pressing myself into Macon’s face. He growled low, and I could feel him smiling against me as he ate me out.
“Best fucking breakfast ever,” Macon grumbled before he went back to licking my pussy.
I was utterly sated already, having come more than once this morning, and multiple times throughout the night. I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep; neither had Macon. It had started with the nightmare, and neither of us had truly slept since. It would be a hard day at work for both of us, but it would be worth it. Because we leaned into each other, touched one another, and had the other in our lives. What more did we need?
“Ouch!” I gasped, then put my hand over my mouth as Macon lifted his teeth from my inner thigh. Joshua was going to wake up at any moment.
We had to be quiet. Oh, so quiet.
“You weren’t paying attention to me,” Macon rasped before returning to licking and sucking. He needed to shave, his day-old beard scraping my inner thighs, and I loved it. It was harsh and rough against my skin, and it was perfect.
I had never really been a fan of oral sex before. Then I met Macon.
Just the thought of his cock in my mouth made my whole body tighten, and Macon hummed again, twisting his finger just right. I came, putting a pillow over my face.
I heard his rough chuckle as he crawled over me and removed the pillow. His lips were on mine in the next heartbeat. I could taste myself, and I blushed all the way to my nipples. He leaned down, spreading his hand over my chest, cupping my breasts lazily.
My alarm went off, and I cursed under my breath.
“Time to face the morning,” Macon grumbled, kissing me again after he’d turned the alarm off.
“I am never going to regret what just happened between us. But I am probably going to regret the lack of sleep just a little.”
He laughed, letting his hand slide down to cup me intimately. I moaned, my body a little sore. But he didn’t do anything but cup me, as if he needed to touch me. Since I had my hands on him as well, I couldn’t blame him.
“I guess we should get ready for the day. But you’re right, I’m going to need lots of fucking coffee.”
I cupped his face and looked at him, hoping he didn’t see what I felt blasted all over my expression. I needed to hold onto my love for him for just a little bit longer until I figured out what I was going to do about it.
“Good thing I own a place that sells a lot of it.”
“And damn good coffee, too. You have any of those beans that I like here?”
I rolled my eyes. “You have woken up here how many days, and have had my coffee how many times? Of course, I have the beans you like. I’ve been mixing them in with mine.”
“I knew I liked you for a reason.” He kissed me again, and I fell that much more in love with him. “And I wasn’t thinking. I think I need caffeine to make thoughts work.”
“Same.”
“Mom!” Joshua said from the other side of the door. I froze, and then we were off in a flash, Macon headed to the bathroom and closed the door while I quickly pulled on my pajamas.
As I let Joshua in, I leaned down to ruffle his hair, my heart racing at almost getting caught by my six-year-old. Crap. “What is it, baby?”
He rubbed his eyes with his little fist, looking like a disgruntled pelican. “You didn’t wake me up. I didn’t even hear your alarm.”
“I’m sorry, baby. Apparently, I’m sleeping in this morning.”
“Does that mean no school?” Joshua asked, his eyes wide and bright.
I snorted. “Nope, buddy. That means we have to get busy.”
“Macon isn’t in his bed. Did he go home? Or is he sleeping with you to keep you company? And happy?”
I froze and wondered what he had heard from his friends, my friends, or even himself last night. I wasn’t going to broach that subject, though, even though Macon and I would soon have to talk with Joshua about what all of this meant. That was something that we’d have to discuss with each other first. Because while both of us had decidedly not discussed our paths or our needs and desires other than in bed, and it might have worked for a little while, it wasn’t going to work any longer. Especially not with Joshua’s knowing and curious glances.
I pushed aside those worries and focused on what I could deal with in the moment. “Okay, let’s go get you breakfast, get you ready for the day, brush your teeth, and do all the good things.”
“But what about Macon?”
“I am going to help you do that while your mom gets showered,” Macon said, walking out in a towel with his hair wet.
I hadn’t even heard the shower come on. He must’ve taken
