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“Mac!” I smacked his arm and his laugh boomed through the trees, scaring a bird off a branch.
“This spot’s perfect.” He palmed a tree, and I pictured him spanking me, but it felt all wrong.
With Bash, the strikes were right. They fit him. He was solid and dependable and the restrained show of power as his hand stung my ass had aroused me.
If Mac bent me over his knee and started smacking—I shook my head and laughed to myself. It was all wrong.
I had no idea what my impulsive Savage had in mind for me, though. My heart thumped faster than my racing thoughts as he stalked over to me and pressed my back against the tree.
Wordlessly, he pulled my leggings down, palming me through my panties. The air was warm for a fall afternoon, but still chilly enough for goosebumps to erupt down my legs.
I reached for his pants, but he stopped me, silently placing my hands on his shoulders.
Getting to his knees, he peeled my panties down and groaned. “Just as pink as I pictured.”
Blood rushed to my center as he stroked my clit. Knowing he had thought about me naked—mixed with the possibility of being caught—was intoxicating.
He wrapped his hands around me, squeezing my ass as he drew me closer to his mouth. When his warm hand hit the welt Bash left behind, I hissed.
Mac was on his feet and turning me around before I could do anything about it. “Who did this?”
Seeing the concern on Mac’s face should have sobered me, but I couldn’t hide a smile as I remembered the excitement of Bash’s focused energy while he claimed my body.
Mac’s eyes widened, and his nostrils flared. “Bardot?”
I bit the corner of my mouth and my cheeks burned against the cool air.
“That asshole,” Mac muttered.
“We—”
“No.” Mac straightened and shook his head. “You never have to justify anything to me.” He peered behind me to take another look. “Did you at least enjoy it?”
I nodded, my traitorous cheeks giving away just how much I enjoyed it.
“That’s good.” He stroked my raw skin tenderly. “I have half a mind to mark you somehow, but I’m apparently not as territorial as that asshole.”
I choked on a laugh. “I’m sure it was an accident.”
Mac raised his brows and dropped to his knees. “Nothing he does is ever an accident.”
He covered me with his mouth, teasing me open until his tongue settled into a dizzy pattern of lashes and flicks across my clit that had me sinking my fingers into his hair.
The sting of my ass against the tree was completely forgotten as he spread my legs and scissored his fingers inside me. The movement was small at first until my body fully accepted him.
And then he finger fucked me.
I had been fingered before, but it was a sloppy, horrible experience as the guy had fumbled around, thinking he was doing God’s work.
Mac was confident his fingers would get me off and his movements showed it. He was aggressive in his strokes, his fingers like solid velvet sliding in and out of me as he stroked furiously.
He sucked my clit, bringing it between his teeth ever so slightly as he pulled his fingers out and dipped them back in. Timing it so perfectly, my body had no choice but to crumble.
I cried out his name. My fingers tangled in his hair as I sagged against the tree, letting the pulse of pleasure course through me, heightened by the bark scraping against my legs and the early sunset burning through my closed eyes.
When I opened them, he was grinning like a cat who had found the last bowl of milk. With his eyes locked on mine, he dragged his fingers—shiny with my arousal—across his lips and licked. I squirmed as my body remembered the feel of those fingers inside.
Mac pressed his lips to mine, his kiss salty and sweet as I leaned against him, completely spent from having two life-changing orgasms in one day.
