Mack Daddy(10)

Back in the hallway, I started to make my way to my room by clinging to the wall and some furniture along the way in the pitch-black apartment.

The sound of something approaching startled me.

Then what felt like a man’s rock hard torso knocked right into me.

I lost my balance then grabbed onto something for support.

“Fucking A. Get off my dick!”

That was when I realized that I’d grabbed onto him for support and was inadvertently holding his naked cock in my hand.

I whipped my hand back. “Oh, my God. I’m sorry!” I said, standing up.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“I’m fine. I’m not hurt.”

“No, I mean, are you alright in the head? Do you always grab onto people’s junk like that?”

“No! No. It’s dark, and I’m nearly blind without my glasses. I can’t see you.”

“That sounds like a cockamamie excuse to me. Pun intended.”

I still couldn’t make out his face when I stammered again, “I’m…I’m so sorry.”

Before he could respond, I ran in the direction of my room, tripping over something before finally making my way inside and slamming the door.





The next morning, I wondered how long I could get away with staying in my room before I was forced to leave.

Moses had peeked in on me before leaving for class, and I pretended to be asleep. He likely didn’t know what had transpired between Mack and me the night before.

All night I had tossed and turned, unable to get it out of my head.

I hadn’t even met my roommate, yet I’d touched his cock. Not even touched—my hand was wrapped around it holding on for dear life!

I remembered how it felt vividly, thick and hot in my palm. I’d felt penises before. I wasn’t a virgin or anything. I’d slept with only a couple of guys, stroked a few dicks in my life but honestly could say I had never felt one quite like that one. It felt like an arm for Christ’s sake.

Oh, God.

The thought of facing him seemed unbearable. My heart was racing a mile a minute.

The clock showed nine-thirty. I was going to miss my class, which was two trolley stops away down Commonwealth Avenue. I really needed to get up.

Begrudgingly forcing my body out of bed, I rubbed my tired eyes and went in search of my purple-rimmed glasses. I threw on some clothes and made my way to the kitchen.

The house was completely quiet. I had no clue if I had missed him. If I was lucky, maybe he had already left for work or school.

After wolfing down a yogurt I’d found in the fridge, I noticed that there was some coffee left in a pot, so I decided to have some. Just as I was pouring it into a mug, the door to the kitchen swung open suddenly. Startled, I somehow let the carafe slip from my hands and shatter to the floor. Glass was everywhere.

“Shit!”

“God, you are a walking disaster!” I could hear him say behind me.

“I’ll pay for it,” I simply said without turning around to look at him. “You startled me, gave me butterfingers.”

“I don’t know. You seemed to have a pretty good handle on things last night,” he scoffed.

Oh.

No.

Just kill me.

I can’t believe he said that!

I turned around slowly to face him. “Did you have to bring—” I hesitated when I caught a look at the gorgeous face behind the voice…and his tall, muscular but lean body. My heart started to beat faster. Moses had said Mack was good-looking, but my entire body actually tensed upon the realization that he was that good-looking.

I cleared my throat. “Did you have to bring that up again? It was an accident.”

Standing before me was probably the most attractive guy I’d ever been in such close proximity to. In Francesca O’Hara’s life, guys like this didn’t exist unless they were on the side of an Abercrombie and Fitch shopping bag.

His lustrous, chestnut brown hair was messy from sleep and slightly long around the ears. From his hazel eyes that glistened to the scruff on his chin, his face was simply gorgeous. His muscles were sculpted but not overly big and bulky. He was tall—bigger than life. He was freaking perfect—like New York City billboard perfect—and I was screwed.

Mack was staring intently at me, probably picking up on my intense admiration. His expression was more amused than angry.

“Those are some funky glasses you have on.”

“I told you. I’m blind as a bat. I didn’t have my glasses on when I got up to use the bathroom last night. So, I didn’t notice…you know…when I…” I lost my words.

“Practically jerked me off?”

My stomach sank. “Oh, my God,” I muttered.

“Francesca, calm down. I’m just joking around with you.” He looked down at the broken glass then back up at me.

After a moment of silence, I said, “I’m sorry. I don’t do this very well.”

“Do what very well?”

“Humans.” It was the first thing that came to mind. Even though it sounded weird, it was technically true.

He suddenly bent his head back in laughter. “You don’t do humans? Are you a simian or something?” He looked me up and down, and it gave me the chills. “I don’t notice any fur on you.”