Mack (King #4)(56)

As I gripped his shoulders, feeling myself fall over that delicious edge, the light flowing through us, all I could think of was that it had all been worth it. For this moment of happiness, I would live it all over again.

The orgasm crashed through me without mercy, drawing a deep moan from my lips that pushed Mack over the edge. He arched his back and thrust one final time, coming hard. My body still flying somewhere up in the clouds, I heard Mack groan again in such a sensual tone, he sparked another round of delicious contractions.

He slowly pushed into me, still twitching as his cum continued to jet out, prolonging the moment for me.

Sooo…good…was all that came to mind.

After a few minutes, holding each other, sweaty and panting, Mack whispered in my ear, “I hope one of them gets lucky.”

It took a moment for that to sink in.

“You mean your sperm?” I glanced at him sideways.

He made a little shrug and smiled before planting a lingering kiss on my collarbone. “I’ve been waiting a very long time to start my life. And so have you.”

He was so right. “I hope one of them gets lucky, too.”





CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR





After Mack and I had our hotter-than-hell reunion quickie on the sofa, we somehow made it to my bedroom and continued going at it for the next few hours—with a few breaks here and there for his new “equipment,” of course. Mack licked and explored every inch of my body, and I reciprocated. His abs alone received a solid forty-five minutes of adoring kisses and affection.

All the while, I kept gloating over how great of a job I’d done healing him. That man was seriously happy. Glowing, radiant, sexy as hell, a f*cking stallion of pleasure in bed, and utterly joyous. And he was totally focused one hundred percent on me. Not on curses. Not on skeletons in the closet. Just me.

Both of us lying down, gazing up at my white ceiling in a post-coital fog, I could honestly say it was the first time I recalled not thinking about anything. Not a damned thing. I was a giant ball of squishy, gooey, blissful emotions.

I sighed contentedly. “God, I’m so happy.”

Mack chuckled. “I’m glad, because I feel obligated to make an honest woman out of you, and no one wants to be married to a grump.”

I turned my head. He was smiling but still staring up at the ceiling.

“Married, huh? I dunnoooo. You’re kinda old,” I said.

He whipped his gaze my way. “I’m deeply offended. And I intend to punish you for that until you say yes.”

I lifted a brow. “Promise?”

“Just as soon as I get us a glass of water.” He slid from the bed, buck naked, giving me a genuinely stunning view of his perfect, hard, round ass and that powerful back and broad shoulders and…

God, that’s so unfair. He’s way too beautiful.

“Want anything?” he called out from the hallway as he made his way to my kitchen.

“Just you!”

I sighed and wiggled my toes underneath the sheets, beginning to mentally plan our wedding. First, we would take a long trip somewhere secluded and warm; then we’d marry—it would have to be an elopement—no, something chic and modest so my parents would be happy—and then we’d take another few week’s honeymoon on some other gorgeous island. As for my job, well…I’d have to work something out with them, if they’d let me. I didn’t want to run a center, I’d realized somewhere along this journey; I wanted to heal people and use my gift.

I wonder what Mack wants to do. Honestly, I had no idea what was involved in dismantling that 10 Club. I couldn’t believe it would be easy or without some risk.

I seriously needed to ask him about that. Because on one hand, such a powerful group of degenerates could not be allowed to continue doing what they were doing. On the other hand, I wanted Mack safe and all to myself.

“A wise choice,” said that deep, deep voice from the doorway.

I looked up at Mack, who now had his suit back on along with a very serious look on his face.

“Why did you get dressed?” I asked.

He stared at me without the slightest hint of kindness or affection in his eyes. That was when I noticed the ribbons of black swirling all around him.

Whatthe…?

He continued staring with that hard, empty gaze, turning the room a frigid temperature that left my breath steaming in front of my face.

“The 10 Club stays,” he said. “And tell my brother to stay the f*ck out of my way.”

I blinked, and he was gone. Poof!

Shivering like mad, I swallowed the lump of cold dread stuck in my throat.

“Hey! Your dog just tried to lick my d—Teddi? What’s wrong?”

I looked at Mack, who stood in the doorway, buck naked, holding a tall glass of water in each hand.

I couldn’t speak.

“Teddi? What the f*ck is wrong?” Mack repeated.

Once again, I swallowed hard. “Umm…” I pointed my shaking hand at the doorway where the real Mack now stood. “Y-y-your br-br-brother.”

“What about him?”

“He’s back. And it’s not the-the good one.” It wasn’t the living one either.

The glasses in Mack’s hands slipped and crashed on the floor. “Fuck.”