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him the freedom to focus on being the best. And when Mac focused on something, it happened.
The happiest day of Mac's life was when he'd saved up enough money to send his father a check for his education. He included a note explaining that he didn't want anything to do with Royce ever again, that the two men were to go their separate ways. Mac never got a reply, nor did he expect one. He and Royce hadn't spoken in more than a decade now and Mac didn't even notice anymore.
So, that was his life back then, his life for a long, long time. He worked damn hard and he earned a whole lot of money and he didn't let anyone touch him in his core. He kept everything casual and he kept everyone at arm's length and he perfected a funny, charming, golden personality. At least, that was his life until Mirrie. With her, all bets were off and all he wanted was to hold her, to keep her safe. To love her.
Then she just left him, left him alone. Just walked away without a word, left a screaming, gaping black hole in the middle of his world. And for the first time in his life, Mac had understood what Royce had gone through when he'd lost Mac's mother. It made Mac feel sorry for his father, in a strange way. It made him understand the man, maybe just a little bit.
He drank some coffee and stared at Mirrie now, still marveling at all the outward changes. Not that he minded them, not at all. Yeah, he’d loved her all-natural beauty from before, her flowing blonde hair and her loose clothes, but she looked incredible now too. He lingered on her face piercings, zeroed in on the one in her lip. He longed to give it a gentle tug with his teeth, to run his tongue around it as he kissed her. He wanted to clench his hands in her brightly-dyed hair, lick the tattoo on her neck as he stared deep in to those incredible eyes and thrust inside her hot little body.
And speaking of her body… his gaze roamed over it hungrily. Mirrie had gained some weight in the past four years and damned if it didn’t look fantastic on her. Before, she’d been too thin, a bit too physically delicate and Mac had been mindful of this when they’d been in bed together. Christ, she’d been smashed to bits by those MC animals and her body had still been a bit weak, even a year after. More than once, he’d been terrified of hurting her by accident.
Now, though? She was curvy and strong and all woman. Her clothes hugged her shape nice and tight, and her neckline plunged just deep enough for Mac to get a glimpse of the tops of her breasts. He knew that if she revealed a tiny bit more skin – no more than two inches down – he’d see the laceration scar on her chest from a man’s ring.
Mirrie had plenty of scars, all over her, some small and some shockingly large. Mac knew that first-hand. He’d kissed every single one of them over and over and murmured how beautiful she was. She’d wept at his gentleness more than once and he’d held her safe and close as she’d cried. His stomach clenched hard when he remembered how good it had felt to make her feel desired and safe. How right it had felt to do that for her.
His bright blue gaze turned to Spider now. The guy was freaky-looking, no doubt about that, but Mac had been watching him all morning too, and he now knew that Spider was OK. Protective of Mirrie, a nice guy to the customers, warm and open to him. Mac suspected that Spider was firmly on his side and he was nothing but grateful that the guy hadn’t kicked him out of his café.
The door opened and a man came in. As soon as Spider saw him, his eyes lit up. He came out from behind the counter to greet the man, gave him a lingering kiss. Mac watched as the couple hugged, then walked over to a private table on the other side of the room.
As they sat holding hands and talking softly, something twigged in Mac’s head. He frowned, looked down in to his empty coffee cup, tried to think what was niggling at him. Something about Spider – something about Spider’s
The happiest day of Mac's life was when he'd saved up enough money to send his father a check for his education. He included a note explaining that he didn't want anything to do with Royce ever again, that the two men were to go their separate ways. Mac never got a reply, nor did he expect one. He and Royce hadn't spoken in more than a decade now and Mac didn't even notice anymore.
So, that was his life back then, his life for a long, long time. He worked damn hard and he earned a whole lot of money and he didn't let anyone touch him in his core. He kept everything casual and he kept everyone at arm's length and he perfected a funny, charming, golden personality. At least, that was his life until Mirrie. With her, all bets were off and all he wanted was to hold her, to keep her safe. To love her.
Then she just left him, left him alone. Just walked away without a word, left a screaming, gaping black hole in the middle of his world. And for the first time in his life, Mac had understood what Royce had gone through when he'd lost Mac's mother. It made Mac feel sorry for his father, in a strange way. It made him understand the man, maybe just a little bit.
He drank some coffee and stared at Mirrie now, still marveling at all the outward changes. Not that he minded them, not at all. Yeah, he’d loved her all-natural beauty from before, her flowing blonde hair and her loose clothes, but she looked incredible now too. He lingered on her face piercings, zeroed in on the one in her lip. He longed to give it a gentle tug with his teeth, to run his tongue around it as he kissed her. He wanted to clench his hands in her brightly-dyed hair, lick the tattoo on her neck as he stared deep in to those incredible eyes and thrust inside her hot little body.
And speaking of her body… his gaze roamed over it hungrily. Mirrie had gained some weight in the past four years and damned if it didn’t look fantastic on her. Before, she’d been too thin, a bit too physically delicate and Mac had been mindful of this when they’d been in bed together. Christ, she’d been smashed to bits by those MC animals and her body had still been a bit weak, even a year after. More than once, he’d been terrified of hurting her by accident.
Now, though? She was curvy and strong and all woman. Her clothes hugged her shape nice and tight, and her neckline plunged just deep enough for Mac to get a glimpse of the tops of her breasts. He knew that if she revealed a tiny bit more skin – no more than two inches down – he’d see the laceration scar on her chest from a man’s ring.
Mirrie had plenty of scars, all over her, some small and some shockingly large. Mac knew that first-hand. He’d kissed every single one of them over and over and murmured how beautiful she was. She’d wept at his gentleness more than once and he’d held her safe and close as she’d cried. His stomach clenched hard when he remembered how good it had felt to make her feel desired and safe. How right it had felt to do that for her.
His bright blue gaze turned to Spider now. The guy was freaky-looking, no doubt about that, but Mac had been watching him all morning too, and he now knew that Spider was OK. Protective of Mirrie, a nice guy to the customers, warm and open to him. Mac suspected that Spider was firmly on his side and he was nothing but grateful that the guy hadn’t kicked him out of his café.
The door opened and a man came in. As soon as Spider saw him, his eyes lit up. He came out from behind the counter to greet the man, gave him a lingering kiss. Mac watched as the couple hugged, then walked over to a private table on the other side of the room.
As they sat holding hands and talking softly, something twigged in Mac’s head. He frowned, looked down in to his empty coffee cup, tried to think what was niggling at him. Something about Spider – something about Spider’s
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