Sliding (The Stone Series) (45 page)

She smiles at me, “I’m fine Mac,
please. You, this, it’s nothing like that night. This doesn’t make me think of
it. Please, I need you. I need you to want me still.”

I sit up and take off my own shirt
and when I grab her for a kiss this time I am more forceful. My tongue explores
her mouth and I playfully nip at her lips with my teeth. Her breathing is
becoming as heated as mine. My dick is fighting to get out of my shorts and
when she runs her hand down my stomach I can’t help but moan. She looks down to
see me straining against my zipper so she takes mercy on me, undoes my shorts
and pulls them off. I wrap her hair around my hand as she licks her lips. She
lowers her head into my lap and I can feel her tongue on my thigh. She teases
me by licking my thigh then circles around my belly button before flicking the
head of my dick with her tongue making it bounce looking for more attention. I
gently guide her head further down my cock, encouraging her to lick it from the
tip to the base and she does even better. When she reaches the base she slides
one then both of my hard engorged balls into her mouth making my eyes roll into
the back of my head, it feels so good. I pull her back up onto my body and kiss
her again as I flip her over. I keep eye contact with her as I take off her
yoga pants. She is wearing my favorite black boy shorts that make me want to
bite her ass. She knows what I’m thinking and she rolls over so I can see her
ass in them. I run my hands from the back of her knees up to her ass. I firmly
grab a cheek in each hand and squeeze before letting go. I lower my head and
bite one of her cheeks then slap the other. After I slap her ass I instantly
think that maybe I shouldn’t have but she starts wiggling on the bed and a
sound of pleasure escapes her. She looks back at me with a smirk on her face. “Do
that again. I’ve been a naughty girl” she playfully teases and I oblige with
four more smacks before pulling her boy shorts off. I am so turned on I can’t
wait till she rolls over, I enter her from behind while she’s still laying flat
on the bed face down. I ease her up on her hands and knees and manage to ask if
it’s okay. She flings her head back and moans so I take that as a yes and begin
thrusting as deeply into her as I can get.

“Ah…Mac. Yes. More. Harder.”

I pull back and take my dick almost
all the way out of her and hold still. I wait for her to beg for more and I
don’t have to wait for long.

“More, I need more, Mac, please”
she begs.

I push back into her fast and hard
over and over again, making her need for an orgasm to build to an all-time high.
I continue to tease her and make her beg until I feel her right on that edge. I
know she’s about to come which will also be my undoing so this time when I pull
out I take it all the way out and wait for her to beg some more.

“Jesus, Mac you’re driving me
insane. Please.”

“That’s it beautiful, beg me for
more, baby” I demand.

While I’m waiting I move off the
bed and stand, pulling her body to the edge of the bed. When she begs for more
I’m able to get even deeper inside her and I am rewarded with her pussy’s
strangle hold on my dick. She’s even wetter now and thrashing on the bed in the
midst of her orgasm. I lift her ass cheeks in the palms of my hands and thrust
a few more times as I explode deep inside of her. I collapse on her back and we
end up in a mass of tangled limbs, hair and sweat, that’s how we remain for the
rest of the night.

The following morning when the
alarm goes off I nuzzle Brook’s warm body closer to me and rub my nose to hers
waking her up. We rise and dress then meet Sven and Jonesie for our workout.

“Hey darling, you look happy this
morning” Jonesie says to Brook when he sees her in her black shorts and half
shirt and hair piled high on her head.

We run on the beach, do our yoga
then head into the gym for a session of Krav Maga. Brook and I shower in my
shower while Sven uses the one in the gym and Jonesie goes home to clean up.
Brook’s therapist arrives shortly after we come out of the shower.

Brook talks with her about Tate and
their situation and she advises Brook that she needs to get closure and as soon
as possible. Brook looks at me with the weight of the world on her shoulders.

“I think I need to go back. I’m not
ready to see Tate just yet. I want to establish myself on my own first. I’ve
been working on some ideas for a new workshop. If I can get some studio space
and let a few key dancers know what I’m up to I think I can pull it off. I want
to be able to go to Tate already standing on my own two feet.”

“We can go whenever you want.
That’s if you want me to go with you. I mean if you don’t I can arrange for you
to go alone. It’s just I want…”

“I want you to come with me Mac, I
need you to come. I want to be in the city. We’ll have to get a place.”

I tell her that we’ll rent a place
and get her a studio to use then when she’s ready we’ll make a plan for her to
contact Tate.

I told Mac I was ready to go to New York and start my new workshop and he
agreed to come with me. We’ve been doing some research on the internet and I
contacted my brother Michael and asked him to go scout out the three studio
spaces I’ve narrowed it down to as well as the apartments we have our eyes on.
Michael and I spoke for hours about everything and he agreed to keep it all a
secret from Tate, who he still works for. When I hung up with Michael I felt
guilt for not also calling my sister but she would have to wait for another
day. I didn’t have it in me to tell the story again today.

It is getting dark by the time Michael and I hang up and Mac is out on
the deck lighting the grill. I head into our bedroom, ever since that night of
the attack Mac and I have been sharing a room. I have yet to step near my old
room again. Mac took all of my stuff out of there and brought it into his room
so I wouldn’t have to go back in there. I grab a sweatshirt and pull it over my
head. It’s warm and cozy and smells of Mac and fire, it’s the one he had on
last night out on the beach while we sat by the fire. When I walk out onto the
deck Jonesie and Tara are looking relaxed, drinking a beer with Mac who is in
heaven cooking steaks on the grill.

We have a great night drinking wine and beer, eating steaks, and sharing
each other’s company. I’m going to miss these nights when Mac and I leave. New
York City will be such a change from this paradise I now think of as home.
 

Mac and I tell them about our plans to leave. We promise to come back for
a visit very soon and invite them to the city as soon as we’re settled. I don’t
know why but I start crying when Tara hugs me, I’ve been so emotional lately I
can’t help myself.

Over the next few weeks Mac and I finalize our New York residence and my
studio space. I contact my assistant, Heidi and I’m thrilled to learn that
she’d be more than happy to work with me again even though I just mysteriously
fell off the face off the earth for close to a year. She promises to keep our
new workshop under the radar but to also get our key dancers on board. I spend
all day every day in the studio working on the stories and the choreography. I
need this to be perfect.

One day leading up to our departure when Mac is still down in the gym I
get brave and go into my old room to double check that I won’t leave anything
behind. The memories of that night hit me hard and I’m unable to move. The
whole scene plays before my eyes…I’m scared, being held down, my clothes coming
off. Then I see Mac with a gun and the blood all over me. I force myself to
snap back to reality and complete the task I came in here for. I open the
closet door and find it empty. I go into the bathroom and look through each and
every drawer, the shower, the cabinet under the vanity. Everything is empty. I
go back into the bedroom and my eye hits the night stand by my bed and I freeze
again. This time remembering what’s inside there, what Mac forgot to bring to
his room, what I have forgotten about for how long? Months. I slowly walk over
and open the drawer and there they are on a magazine, my birth control pills
marking the night of the attack, the last night I took one. It’s all becoming
very clear to me, the crying, and the emotional roller coaster I’ve been
attributing to the attack, the sore breasts I’ve been explaining away with too
much activity. I start trying to remember the last time I had my period. I’ve
never been very regular and I just thought with the stress of the attack that
it affected my cycle. Now I think there may be another reason I haven’t had my
period in ages, I think I might be pregnant!

I quickly check to be sure Mac is still down in the gym before I fish for
my new iPhone and text Tara:
OMG!
I need 2 go 2 store. Can u come? SHHH! I need a PG test…fuck

She texts me back; but I don’t get it until she’s already on the back
deck with a huge smile spread across her face. Her text reads:
YEAH! I hope u r…u & M deserve 2 b happy
& I want u 2 2gether 4ever

I open the slider and she hugs me like I might break. I promise to
explain everything on the way. I scribble a quick note to Mac and tape it to
the bedroom door where I know he’ll see it. Tara and I run out of the house and
I tell her the whole story about the pills and how I forgot. I was in such a
state after the attack that I just didn’t even think about them, I just
completely forgot about them the first few nights staying in the main house.
Then Mac brought me back to the guest house but we stayed in his room. He
brought me all my stuff but didn’t know that he forgot my pills, or did he? I
wonder but Tara and I decide that he’s not that kind of guy, he wouldn’t do
that to me, especially after what I had just gone through.

We arrive at the store, run in, grab two different brands of tests and
run out. I am dying of suspense waiting to pee on those stupid sticks. We go to
the main house and it takes some negotiating to get into the bathroom together
without making Jonesie suspicious. I sit on the toilet and pee a little on one
stick then unwrap and pee a little more on the other. Tara and I sit on the
bathroom floor and time the sticks with our cell phones. She times the first
one; I set my phone to time the second. When we hear the beep first from her
phone then from mine I feel sick to my stomach.
 
What am I going to do if they are positive, what will I do if they’re
not?

I didn’t realize until this very second how much I want them to be
positive. After my miscarriage and the fact that Tate never really wanted kids
I accepted the fact that I would probably never be a mom. Now things are so
complicated. It’s not the right time to have a baby but I can’t help myself, I
am wishing for a positive result when I look at the first then the second
stick. They are both the same, both positive. I am pregnant. Then it hits me
just how bad this timing really is. I am pregnant with Mac’s baby while I am
technically still married to Tate…oh, fuck!

After Tara and I yell and scream and jump up and down in the bathroom
causing Jonesie to come running I head back to the guest house. Tara told
Jonesie that there was a huge bug in the shower and it scared us when she was
showing me her new makeup colors, I think he bought it. If not he didn’t let on
while I was still there.

When I walk into the guest house Mac is showered and wearing only a pair
of khaki shorts, no shirt, no shoes. He looks sexy as hell with his bare chest.
It’s all toned and tan and I can’t help myself, pregnancy is making me so
horny. I walk over to him and as he’s asking me what I needed at the store I
jump up on him wrapping my legs around him. My purse with the evidence of my
condition falls to the floor as Mac uses one hand to swipe the island clean
before he props me up on it. Within seconds his khaki’s are down around his
ankles and my skirt is hiked up around my waist. He pushes my G-string aside
and enters me in one push. I lose myself in his rhythm. When he grunts and then
moans into my ear I am thrown into an orgasm so strong the spasms shake me from
my head to my toes. Mac comes shortly after I do and before he even pulls out
of me he asks, “What was that all about? Not that I’m complaining or anything.”

I’m scared; I don’t know how to tell him this news. I don’t know how he
will react. Will he be happy, does he want to have a baby with someone who is
still married to another man? Oh, God, how did my life become such a mess?

“Um, Mac I think you’d better sit down. There’s something we need to talk
about.”

Mac looks nervous but does as I say. He pulls up his khaki’s and I fix my
G-string and skirt. I lead him by the hand over to the sofa and when he sits down
he pulls me into his lap.

“What’s this all about? You okay? Are you having second thoughts about
going to the city? We don’t have to go right away; we can stay here a little
longer if you need to” Mac offers.

“Um no, I think we need to go as soon as possible. I…I don’t know how to
say this Mac. I don’t know how you are going to react.”

“Then just say it because this, this right here is killing me.”