him swell and pulse with his own release. He covered my mouth with his as we rocked together, riding out the sensations.
When our breathing returned to normal, I lifted myself off him and slid over to the passenger’s seat. I slipped my panties back on and struggled to pull my tight jeans back up, which was difficult in such a cramped space. Mack was also fixing himself and taking care of the condom. I flipped down the visor and tried to fix my wild hair. I rubbed a thumb under my eye to remove the smudged mascara. There was an awkward silence, or maybe it just felt that way to me. So I decided to lighten the mood.
“So, how much was that worth?”
“What?” Mack replied, clearly confused.
“You said I owed you about fifteen grand. I was just trying to check my balance.” I giggled, very pleased with myself for playing it cool, except, my words only seemed to make Mack angry.
“Don’t ever say that again.” His tone was low but clear. It was my turn to be confused.
“What? But I thought you said—”
“I know what I said,” he interrupted me. “It’s just when you say it like that, it sounds like I meant something else. Something you don’t deserve.”
“Mack, I’m sorry. I didn’t . . . I just don’t know how to do this the way you want.” I looked down and chewed on my lip.
“Honestly, I don’t even know what I want half the time.” He shook his head and looked away.
“Is this because of my brother?” I had to ask the question because I couldn’t help feeling like maybe things would be different between us if this weren’t an issue.
“No.” He rubbed a hand over his face before looking over at me. “Listen, I’ve got a lot going on right now. Shit that I don’t need to get other people involved in. Especially you, Jonna. You’re different. You damn sure deserve so much better than me.”
“Mack . . .” I started to speak, but his phone buzzed in his pocket. He swiped a thumb over the screen and put it to his ear.
“Yeah,” he barked, then turned his face to the window. He listened intently for a full minute before he spoke in a low tone. “I don’t care. No more excuses. Handle it, or get handled.” When Mack ended the call he never looked my way. He cranked up the truck and put it into drive.
“Where do you live? I’ll take you home.” I wasn’t in the mood to go home, and I wasn’t sure I wanted him to know where I lived anyway, so I gave him directions to Tayia’s house. I really needed to talk to her. She’d already gone home a while ago, but I knew she would be awake. The entire way to her house, Mack and I drove in silence. I couldn’t stop my mind from going over our conversation. I felt so out of my element and didn’t know what to do.
Handle it or get handled.
What did that mean? I had a feeling that Mack was into things way out of my comfort zone, and that getting mixed up with him was something I should avoid at all costs. Except all I could think about was how he told me I was different. How was I different to him? And why did the very idea of it make my heart speed up with giddiness? Something was seriously wrong with me.
Just as we pulled up to Blake and Tayia’s, Mack’s phone rang again. I placed my hand on the door handle of the truck as I waited to see what he would do. Of course, he answered it in his usual abrupt and slightly annoyed tone. I glanced in his direction, but he was staring straight ahead, so I pushed open the door handle and hopped down. When I turned Mack was looking at me, this time with the phone to his ear, but not speaking. It felt like he wanted to say something to me, but either couldn’t or wouldn’t. Or maybe it was me who wanted him to speak. He started talking into the phone, and it was clear that the moment passed. So I closed the door and started up the walk to the house, and I heard him drive away. He didn’t even wait until I’d safely made it inside. My heart sank as I listened to his engine
When our breathing returned to normal, I lifted myself off him and slid over to the passenger’s seat. I slipped my panties back on and struggled to pull my tight jeans back up, which was difficult in such a cramped space. Mack was also fixing himself and taking care of the condom. I flipped down the visor and tried to fix my wild hair. I rubbed a thumb under my eye to remove the smudged mascara. There was an awkward silence, or maybe it just felt that way to me. So I decided to lighten the mood.
“So, how much was that worth?”
“What?” Mack replied, clearly confused.
“You said I owed you about fifteen grand. I was just trying to check my balance.” I giggled, very pleased with myself for playing it cool, except, my words only seemed to make Mack angry.
“Don’t ever say that again.” His tone was low but clear. It was my turn to be confused.
“What? But I thought you said—”
“I know what I said,” he interrupted me. “It’s just when you say it like that, it sounds like I meant something else. Something you don’t deserve.”
“Mack, I’m sorry. I didn’t . . . I just don’t know how to do this the way you want.” I looked down and chewed on my lip.
“Honestly, I don’t even know what I want half the time.” He shook his head and looked away.
“Is this because of my brother?” I had to ask the question because I couldn’t help feeling like maybe things would be different between us if this weren’t an issue.
“No.” He rubbed a hand over his face before looking over at me. “Listen, I’ve got a lot going on right now. Shit that I don’t need to get other people involved in. Especially you, Jonna. You’re different. You damn sure deserve so much better than me.”
“Mack . . .” I started to speak, but his phone buzzed in his pocket. He swiped a thumb over the screen and put it to his ear.
“Yeah,” he barked, then turned his face to the window. He listened intently for a full minute before he spoke in a low tone. “I don’t care. No more excuses. Handle it, or get handled.” When Mack ended the call he never looked my way. He cranked up the truck and put it into drive.
“Where do you live? I’ll take you home.” I wasn’t in the mood to go home, and I wasn’t sure I wanted him to know where I lived anyway, so I gave him directions to Tayia’s house. I really needed to talk to her. She’d already gone home a while ago, but I knew she would be awake. The entire way to her house, Mack and I drove in silence. I couldn’t stop my mind from going over our conversation. I felt so out of my element and didn’t know what to do.
Handle it or get handled.
What did that mean? I had a feeling that Mack was into things way out of my comfort zone, and that getting mixed up with him was something I should avoid at all costs. Except all I could think about was how he told me I was different. How was I different to him? And why did the very idea of it make my heart speed up with giddiness? Something was seriously wrong with me.
Just as we pulled up to Blake and Tayia’s, Mack’s phone rang again. I placed my hand on the door handle of the truck as I waited to see what he would do. Of course, he answered it in his usual abrupt and slightly annoyed tone. I glanced in his direction, but he was staring straight ahead, so I pushed open the door handle and hopped down. When I turned Mack was looking at me, this time with the phone to his ear, but not speaking. It felt like he wanted to say something to me, but either couldn’t or wouldn’t. Or maybe it was me who wanted him to speak. He started talking into the phone, and it was clear that the moment passed. So I closed the door and started up the walk to the house, and I heard him drive away. He didn’t even wait until I’d safely made it inside. My heart sank as I listened to his engine
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