McCarthys of Gansett Island Boxed Set Books 1-3 (26 page)

She came out of the bathroom wearing the nightgown. Crossing her arms, she leaned against the wall and looked at him with hungry eyes. “What took so long?”

Stemming the urge to drool, Mac stashed the grocery bags in the refrigerator. “I need a shower,” he said.

Maddie put her hand on his chest and directed him to the bed. “No, you don’t.”

“But I’m all sweaty—” With her hands in his hair, she dragged him down to her and kissed the life out of him.
 

The back of his knees connected with the bed, and he tumbled backward, bringing her with him.
 

“Did this seem like a
really
long day to you?” she asked between torrid kisses.

“Mmm, the longest day ever.” He tried to roll them over, but she stopped him.

“Can we do it like this?” she asked, her cheeks flaming with color.

“Baby, we can do it any way you want, as long as we do it very, very soon.”

She bit her bottom lip and smiled down at him, causing his heart to skip a beat.
 

He reached up to bury his fingers in her hair and brought her back to him. “Have you done it this way before?”

She shook her head.

“You’ll like it.”

“Will you?”

Mac laughed. “Absolutely.” He ran his hands over the silky gown, gathering it up as he went. “Can we lose this or do you want to leave it on?”

“It can go.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Hurry!”

Moving quickly, they got rid of the rest of their clothes and broke open one of the new boxes of condoms.

“Let me,” Maddie said, taking the foil package from him.

Mac exhaled a long deep breath and counted backward from one hundred as she used her teeth to tear open the package, keeping her eyes fixed on his as she rolled it slowly over him.

“You’re so hard,” she whispered, shifting her eyes from his face to his groin. “Doesn’t that hurt?”

“No,” he said with a groan. “But if you don’t move a little faster, we’ll miss the best part.”

When he was finally sheathed, Maddie straddled him, and Mac decided he’d truly died and gone to heaven as she slowly took him in and began to ride him with tremendous enthusiasm—as if she’d been waiting forever to give this a whirl. Her heavy breasts swayed in time with the movements of her hips. With his arms around her, Mac brought her with him when he sat up against the back of the sofa, putting him at face-level with her breasts. He filled his hands and then his mouth.

Maddie threw her head back, lost in sensation.

Since he was watching her so closely, he saw the change come over her as she reached the first peak and then came back down to discover he wasn’t finished with her. “Do it again,” he whispered.

“I can’t,” she said, spent.

“Yes, you can.” He leaned her back against his raised knees and used his hips to lift her up and down.

She gasped as he went deeper than before.

“Hurt?” he asked.

Apparently unable to speak, she shook her head.

Mac took advantage of her preoccupation to skim his hands over her toned legs and belly, causing her to quiver under his touch. As he stepped up the rhythm of his hips, his fingers focused on the pulsating bundle of nerves between her legs, drawing a long, keening moan from her. Once again, her thighs tightened around him, and her body stiffened with fulfillment.

Mac kept a tight hold on her hips as he went with her, his face buried between her breasts.

Sagging into him, Maddie wrapped her arms around him and held on tight as he continued to pulse inside her.
 

He combed his fingers through her hair. “Like it?”

“Oh yeah,” she said breathlessly.
 

Mac’s soft laugh was interrupted when she raised her head to kiss him.

“How soon until we can do it again?”

“I’ve turned you into a regular sex fiend.”

She bit his neck. “How soon?”

Mac flinched as a zap of pure lust raced through him. He smoothed his hands down her back to cup her soft buttocks. “How does right now sound?”

“Perfect,” she said with a sigh of contentment.

“Where did you go before?” she asked after they ate a picnic dinner in bed.

Mac yawned and ran a hand through his hair. “I bought Thomas a car.”

Maddie sat right up. “
What?
”

Laughing, he guided her back down. “We needed a way to get the three of us around, so I bought a truck.”
 

“I can’t believe you just went out and bought a truck.”

“Why not? We needed it.” Mac reached up to turn off the light. “This was a nice day.”

“This was a
great
day.”

“We’ll have many more just like it.”

“You’re starting to make me believe it’s really going to happen.”

Mac turned on his side and caressed her face. “Believe it. You and Thomas have given me so much—things I didn’t even know were missing.”

“And you’ve given us things I knew were missing but never dreamed of having.”

“I love you,” he whispered. “I want everything with you.”

“If I’m dreaming, don’t tell me, okay? I don’t want to wake up.”

Smiling, he snuggled her in close to him. “Go to sleep and dream about how good it’s going to be.” He whispered to her about plans and dreams and houses and kids until he was certain she had fallen asleep. Only then did he close his eyes and drift off.

He woke the next morning alone. “Maddie?”

She emerged from the bathroom dressed in a floral skirt and matching top.
 

He pushed himself up on an elbow. “What’re you doing?”

“Going to church. Thomas and I go every Sunday at nine. We only missed last week because I was a bloody mess.”

“Oh.”
 

“Do you want to come?”

“I’m not very religious.”

“That’s fine. We’ll be home in an hour. Why don’t you go back to sleep for a while?”

“I can’t sleep without you.”

She bent over to kiss him. “Don’t pout. It’s not pretty on you.”

He pulled her down with him and kissed her more intently.
 

“Mac!”

“You’re sexy in your church clothes.”

“Let me go! I’ll be late.”

“You’re really going to leave me for a whole hour?” he asked, releasing her.

“You’ll survive.”

“I might not.”

“Then come with us.”

“I haven’t been in twenty years. You’d be risking your life taking me into a church—the lightning bolt and all that.”

Rolling her eyes at him, she went into the bedroom and returned with Thomas, who wore a tiny red polo shirt with khaki shorts and sandals. “Don’t be ridiculous. There’s no lightning in our church.”

“You’re going to leave me, too, buddy?” Mac said to Thomas. “This is our time together.”

Thomas kicked his feet and reached for Mac.

“Traitor,” Maddie muttered, giving the baby to Mac so she could finish getting ready.

By the time she came out of the bathroom again, Mac was dressed. “Give me five minutes.”

Maddie stared at him.

“What?”

“You’re really going to come?”

“Since it’s either that or live without you for an hour, yeah, I’m coming.”

She shook her head. “You’re too much.”

On his way past her, he hooked an arm around her and brought her in close to him. “If you ever wonder how much I love you, remember this day.”

“It’s only eight thirty, and I already know I’ll never forget this day.”

Chapter 13

On the way to North Harbor Monday morning with Maddie behind him on the bike, Mac relived the best weekend of his life. After church on Sunday, he’d unearthed an infant lifejacket from his father’s garage and took Thomas and Maddie on ride around the Salt Pond in his father’s vintage Chris Craft. Thomas had loved being on the water.
 

They’d met his parents for a drink at the Tiki Bar afterward, during which his mother seemed to make an attempt to be friendly to Maddie but gave Mac the cold shoulder. He figured she’d come around in time and decided not to waste any time worrying about it. Linda even took a turn holding Thomas, who reduced Big Mac to mush with his sweet disposition. For the most part, it had been a successful visit, and Mac was more hopeful about taking a harmonious step into matrimony.

Married
.

God, a couple of weeks ago the word would’ve given him hives. Now here he was with the woman he loved on the back of his bike and a baby he wanted to do everything for. Amazing what a difference the right woman made. Pulling up to the hotel, Mac parked and cut the engine. He helped her off the bike and removed the helmet.
 

“I want you to take it easy today. That elbow still looks bad. Don’t bang it on anything.”

“I won’t, don’t worry.”

“I’ll be right down the hill.” He pointed to the marina. “You can look out the window and see me on the roof.”

She reached up to caress his face. “Be careful up there. I’ve become quite fond of this body, and I want it all in one piece.” Her hand moved from his face to his chest and began to slide south.

He stopped her at his belly. “Don’t start anything,” he growled. “I already hate that I have to let you go for six whole hours.”

“You’re pouting again.”

“Come see me at lunchtime?”

“If I can get away.”

Mac gave her a lingering kiss. “Try hard.”

She clung to him. “Gotta go,” she whispered.

“Okay.”

Except neither of them let go.
 

He kissed her forehead and then her lips. “Go. I’ll pick you up at quarter to three.”

“You won’t be done working by then. I can get a ride home.”

“I’ll be here, and don’t you dare let me see you on the back of anyone else’s motorcycle.”

Maddie giggled. “No worries.” She slung her tote bag over her shoulder and gave him a sultry look. “Yours is the only motor I want between my legs.”

Mac groaned at the suggestive comment and rested against the bike to watch her fine rear end stretch against tight denim shorts as she walked up the hill. He whistled softly.

“Cut it out,” she said over her shoulder, but he saw her smile.

“Madeline.”

She had reached the top of the hill, but turned back, feigning exasperation. “What?”

“You forgot something.”

“I did?”

He raised an eyebrow.

Her face flushed with color. “Love you.”

Smiling, he said, “Now I can go to work.” He slung his left leg over the bike, fired it up, and turned toward the marina, feeling her eyes on him all the way down the hill.

At a picnic table outside the marina restaurant, Mac found his father entertaining a baby from one of the boats while holding court with Ned and several other locals. Each of them had a tall cup of coffee, and they were sharing a platter of sugar donuts.
 

“Hey!” Big Mac shouted. “There he is! The man who’s going to keep this place from falling down around me.”

“Formidable task,” Ned muttered.

“You said it,” Mac replied. “Any of my guys here yet?”

“Haven’t see ’em,” Big Mac said. He nudged his old friend Sam Pressley, the retired Gansett police chief, to make room for Mac.

“Let me get some coffee,” Mac said. He returned a few minutes later and joined the men at the table.

Ned reached for another donut.

“You’re going to eat your way to diabetes,” Big Mac said to his friend as he kissed the baby and handed her back to her mother.

Ned licked the sugar off his fingers. “Helluva way to get there.” He wiped his face on his sleeve and turned to Mac. “I hear you’re all shacked up with that gal from the hotel.”

“Jeez,” Mac said. “Cut right to the chase, why don’t ya?”

“What gives?” Ned said.

Big Mac snickered but didn’t bail out his son.

The others leaned in, waiting for the scoop.

“Let’s see: I love her, we’re getting married, I’m staying here, probably going to take over this dump and see if I can save it from bankruptcy, I bought a new truck, I’m looking for some property to build a house on, and, oh yeah, I’m going to adopt her son. Good enough?”

The other men, including his father, stared at him, mouths hanging open.
 

“All that in a week?” Ned finally said.

“Yep.” Mac drank his coffee and enjoyed a donut while the others processed the news.

“If you want property,” Sam said, “you’ve come to the right place.”

“How’s that?” Mac asked.

“Talk to Ned. He can fix you up.”