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  A scream ripped from her throat. Her cum gushed onto his tongue. Both of her hands gripped his head. Her pussy pumped against his mouth, stroking her clit over his extended tongue. Royal’s reaction made Mack’s dick jerk and his seed splashed his stomach and thighs.

  Mack pushed himself up with his good leg. He pulled her from the chair and took her place. Royal took the remote out of his hand as she sat on his lap. Their cum blended together as her pussy greedily consumed his cock.

  Strong arms banded around her back and pulled her closer to him. Mack felt her fingernails dig into the skin of his back. He gripped her hips and slammed up into her. Her cries. His groans. The smack of their flesh. The wet sounds of her cunt gobbling him up created a symphony of sex.

  Mack grasped one side of her neck and pulled her to him. His mouth found the sensitive skin behind her ear.

  “Aaaaaah!” Royal cried.

  “I want to feel you come on my cock,” he whispered against her skin.

  He went back to kissing her neck. Mack flicked his tongue across her flesh. Her pussy clenched around him as she rode him. His teeth nipped. Her internal walls responded with a flutter. Finally, he wrapped his lips around the spot on her neck where her pulse thrummed. He sucked, flicked, and bit.

  Royal’s cunt squeezed and then pulsated around him as her climax crested.

  “Fuck! McKennon!” She screamed.

  Her hips rolled into him as she rode out her orgasm.

  “Show me your room,” Mack said after releasing her neck.

  Royal slid off his still rock-solid erection. She took his hand and led him up the stairs to her loft bedroom. It took a little longer than usual because his leg couldn’t bend on the way up.

  When they reached the top, he took in her private space. The bed was king size with an industrial style frame and headboard. Her bedroom was an eclectic mix of modern, vintage, and industrial.

  Mack only took a moment to scan her bedroom. He still had unfinished business to take care of.

  Royal knew what he needed. She also kept his leg in mind, but in such a way that Mack never felt like she was pitying him or being demeaning.

  She walked to the edge of the bed. She placed her knees on the edge and then bent over, placing her elbows and forearms on the mattress. Royal looked back at him. Her hair partially covered her face.

  Mack groaned and nearly fell to his knees in worship. She was the most delectably tempting thing he’d ever seen. Ass in the air. Glistening pussy with winking jewelry presented like a pretty gift. Breasts that hung heavily and swayed gently with her movements. And a come-hither look was his undoing.

  He went to her, stroked the tip of his cock against her saturated opening. Then he slid home, balls deep. They both gasped in unison. Mack lightly slapped one of her ass cheeks repeatedly as if he were tapping out and crying ‘Uncle.’ He squeezed his eyes shut, and his good leg shook. At this angle he was so deep and she squeezed him tightly.

  “F-F-uuuck, Royal!”

  He pulled out and slowly slid back in. His leg trembled even more. He quickly pulled out, and then leaned over to kiss each of her ass cheeks as he collected himself.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “This position might be to much for me. You feel so fucking good, I’m afraid I won’t be more than a two-pump chump.”

  “McKennon, I already came twice. I promise you, I’m good.” Royal smiled seductively at him. “Besides, it’s extremely flattering that I’m making you lose control.”

  “I bet.” Mack said as he rolled his eyes.

  He positioned himself at her entrance, grabbed ahold of her hips, and then slammed forward.

  “Aaaah!” She cried.

  “Grrr!” He growled.

  Mack pounded into her as quickly as he could, before he could spill his cum. He had wanted to savor her. But Royal arched her back even deeper, and then she squeezed around him like a vice. It was his undoing.

  He barked out a shout of ecstasy. As he pulled out, intending to cum on her pretty mahogany ass, Royal did something that shocked him and made him cum even harder and louder. She spun around and wrapped her lips around his cock to catch his climax. She suckled him. Milked him of all his cum.

  Mack’s knee buckled and he fell onto the bed like a felled tree. He was pretty sure he even screamed like a girl.

  He chanced a glance at Royal and she gave him a Cheshire Cat style grin. Her dimples made his heart clench.

  “That was incredible.” He said and reached out to stroke his thumb over her cheek.

  “It was.”

  They stared at each other for a while. As the haze of passion faded and gave way to reality, questions rose up in Royal’s eyes.

  “What happened, McKennon?”

  Chapter Thirty

  Royal saw several emotions flicker over his face in the space of a few seconds.

  “I couldn’t do it.” He whispered almost as if he was afraid someone would hear him.

  “Go on.”

  “I couldn’t marry her. Not when I wanted someone else walking down the aisle towards me. Not when I’m in love with someone else.” McKennon finished and looked down at the blanket.

  Royal touched his chin, and he looked up at her with bright green eyes.

  “You love me?”

  “From the moment you sat next to me as I nearly bled to death. I fought to live to see you again.”

  Royal felt the tears sting the back of her eyes. How can I have any more tears left to cry?

  “Why wait so long? Why put me…us both through this?” Royal swiped at her tears.

  “Because I’m battling demons.”

  “What demons, McKennon? Talk to me.”

  “You know the psychiatrist you met at the rehab center?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I told you in high school she used to tutor me. What I didn’t tell you is that we lost our virginity to each other. She was my first love. But I cast her aside for the captain of the cheerleading squad.

  “At the rehab center, we talked a lot about my past. My need to be perfect. My father used to beat me. A long time ago it was the way athletes were treated in Romania. It’s all he knew. He wanted me to be an athlete. He saw my potential. So, if I wasn’t perfect, he’d beat the shit outta me. And he’d ridicule me for liking the things that didn’t fit what he or the world thought I should like. Like the arts. Or curvy girls. So, I pretended to like sports and slender girls because it’s what was expected of me.”

  McKennon rolled onto his back and scrubbed his hands roughly down his face.

  “Then my parents died. I had a choice to finally be who I wanted to be or carry on the way I had to make them proud in death. I chose the latter. The only thing I gave up was football. But every step I take, I feel the weight of my parents on my shoulders.

  “Until today. Even though I feel terrible about humiliating Ainsley, I never felt better. I felt lighter than I ever have. I’m just so damn sorry it took this long.”

  “I’m so sorry, McKennon.” Royal rose up on her elbows to meet his eyes. “I wish you would’ve told me sooner. I understand the effects of past trauma.”

  She thought of Payton and how long it took her to be able to be touched by a man. Especially a man of Bradyn’s size, because of past trauma.

  She also thought of her own upbringing.

  “I know I should’ve.”

  “Especially because I had a somewhat similar upbringing. My parents didn’t beat us, but my mom verbally and emotionally abused me for years. I was never good enough. Never wore the right clothes. Never was the right size like her and my sister. Never was interested in a “respectable” career. Never was able to pass charm school. I was their lost cause. And she never let me forget it either.”

  McKennon rolled onto his side. His massive hand cupped the side of her face. He nearly covered her entire face from fingertip to wrist.

  “You’re perfect.”

  “Thanks.” Royal sighed. “I probably would have don
e what you did if it weren’t for finding my girls in college. They showed me what unconditional love was. They loved me for who I was and didn’t expect me to be anything else. They gave me the strength to walk away from the family I was born into because their family was the one I chose. I think if you would’ve had that, you would’ve broken free long ago. Actually, I’m surprised the guys at Station 22 didn’t become your family.”

  “They did, on a certain level. They’re there for me. We will literally walk through fire for each other. We’ve got each other’s backs. But they’re still mostly guys. And you know how guys are. We’ve always gotta be tough in front of each other. If you say you don’t like sports, they think you’re a freak. If you tell your buddies you prefer women with meat on their bones, they’ll think you’re nuts, because in this society you’re nothing if you don’t have close to a supermodel on your arm. So, I continued to hide who I was.

  “Right before Ainsley walked down the aisle, it was Nick that told me I was an idiot for not calling off the wedding and being with you.”

  “Really?!” Royal’s eyes widened. “You apparently didn’t give them enough credit.”

  “Yeah well, he also has some ulterior motives. He wants to see Mia again.”

  “Ha!” Royal laughed happily. “I think Mia wouldn’t mind giving him another spin. But she’s not the committing type. So, I hope he’s down for just some fun.”

  “He’s recently divorced, so I don’t think he’s looking for anything either.”

  “Oh, good! She loves newly divorced guys. To her, they’re like ripe fruit perfect for the picking. Still freshly wounded so not looking for anything serious. Probably haven’t had sex in a while, so they’re horny as hell. And since they just spent several years with one woman, they’re willing and wanting to have a ton of sex with someone new. So, he’ll at least get one more go-round with her.”

  “He’ll be ecstatic.”

  “Hell, for what he did, I’ll send her to him gift wrapped in nothing but a big red bow.”

  McKennon chuckled and then looked at her seriously.

  “I’ve been wanting to ask you something.”

  “What?”

  “Why did you stop calling me Mack and start using my full name instead?”

  “It was after I went and looked at your Gram page. I saw your name McKennon ‘The Mack’ Carter. I saw all the photos of you trying to be something you weren’t. Mack is a front. Mack is the mask you put on to present to the world. It’s not you. I don’t see you as that person. You’re McKennon.” Royal smiled softly at him.

  McKennon stared at her for a moment. A look of awe in his eyes.

  “You see me so clearly. It feels good to be seen.”

  “It does.”

  “So…I’ve been thinking about something a lot and I have an idea.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Since the accident, I’ve been spending more time talking to first responders and vets through social media who’ve also lost limbs. A lot of them haven’t been able to get back on full duty, even though they’re physically able and ready.

  “I’m lucky because my department can see the strides I’m making and they trust me. And Nick is vouching for me with the city. A lot of these men and women don’t have that same support and need legal assistance. Some need more money to get better prosthesis and physical training. So…” McKennon took a deep breath. “I was thinking why not turn your amputee series into a fundraiser? Sell the pieces or something like that. And the money raised could go to a fund. Only if you want to, of course.”

  “Maybe you can start a non-profit, McKennon?” Royal’s face lit up. “I think it’s a great idea.”

  “You do?”

  “Heck yeah! And since we’d need donations from people with different income levels, we could sell a calendar for those on a budget, a coffee table book for those with a little extra to spend, and then the large originals for the wealthier donors.

  “OH! And we can have a big exhibition where everyone comes to view the portraits.” Royal rambled excitedly.

  “I was so worried you were going to think it was a dumb idea,” McKennon confessed.

  “Are you crazy?! I will always be your biggest cheerleader.”

  “Thanks, Ro.”

  McKennon pulled her close. His full pink lips planted light kisses on hers. She opened up for him and his tongue stroked in. It was time for the next round.

  Then the sound of her elevator whirling made Royal’s head pop up.

  “Oh shit! I forgot.”

  “What?”

  “The girls were coming over for a slumber party to keep my mind off your wedding.”

  McKennon scrunched up his face.

  “I’m so sorry, Royal. I know I hurt you. I’d give anything to take it back.”

  Royal laid a comforting hand against his face.

  “I understand now, why you felt the need to do what you did. And don’t worry about it, I’m happy now.”

  “Hello? Royal?” Kennedy said from downstairs. “Are you okay? Food was on the floor just inside your door. Why is your sweatshirt in the elevator? Has the DoorDine delivery guy finally kidnapped you?”

  “I’m here and I’m fine. I’ll be down in just a second,” she shouted.

  Royal slid off the bed and ran to her closet. She pulled on a shift dress. She found a pair of sweats and a hoodie. She ran back to the bed and threw the sweats at McKennon.

  “Luckily, I love to wear oversized men’s sweats. Those should fit you,” she hissed under her breath.

  “Am I imagining things or do I smell sex?” Mia said from below.

  Royal rolled her eyes.

  “She would,” Royal whispered to McKennon.

  “What you been up to, Ro?”

  “Hush up, Mia!” Royal called down as she pulled on a pair of panties.

  “Holy shit!” Mia shouted.

  “No way!” Kennedy said seconds later.

  “Whoa!” Payton finished.

  “Is this a fucking tuxedo on the floor?!” Mia yelled.

  “I said I’ll be down in just a second. Jesus!” Royal grumbled.

  McKennon had to take a little extra time getting the sweats on over his prosthetic leg. Royal left him to it as she came down the steps.

  “You little slut!” Mia said jokingly as she squinted at Royal. “Your hair is disheveled. Your eyes are bright. Your skin is flushed. And you have an overall sated look about you. You’ve been thoroughly fucked. And here we thought you needed comforting.”

  Mia placed her hands on her hips and tapped her foot impatiently.

  “Oh, quit your griping, Sherl-cock Holmes.”

  “Who is it? Where is he?” She held up McKennon’s tuxedo pants.

  A throat cleared from overhead. They all looked up and found McKennon standing at the top of the stairs.

  “Ladies,” he said in greeting.

  “McKennon,” Mia said with a raised eyebrow.

  “Hey, McKennon.” Kennedy wagged her fingers at him.

  “Hello,” Payton smiled up at him.

  “So…you finally got the balls to kick that trifling chick to the curb?” Mia didn’t mince words.

  “Mia!” Royal warned.

  “She’s right.” McKennon stopped her as he reached the bottom of the stairs. “And yes, I did.”

  “Good.”

  “Your boy was the one to finally knock some sense into me.”

  “My boy? Who?”

  “Nick. He also did it because he wants to see you again.”

  “Nick?” Mia frowned.

  “White wolf.” Royal said by way of explanation.

  “Ooooooh! Nick!” Mia grinned. “Oh yeah, send him over. He’s good. Eager.”

  Royal, Payton, and Kennedy all rolled their eyes as McKennon laughed.

  “I could invite him and the guys over if you don’t mind? They were all hoping to be enjoying a reception right now. Or I can leave and let you ladies enjoy your slumber party?” McKennon
suggested.

  “Uh…as tempting as that is, we’re in our PJs. I don’t think so,” Kennedy shook her head.

  “Then maybe they should come over in theirs. We could make it a coed slumber party.” Mia smirked.

  “As long as Bradyn can come,” Payton added quickly.

  They all turned to look at Royal.

  She shrugged, “Coed slumber party it is.”

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Royal couldn’t stop smiling. Everything was going so well. Too well. She had so much work she was turning down jobs. In what little spare time she had, she took photos for her Curvy Love and Perfectly Imperfect Amputee series. She was finished with the Perfectly Imperfect photos, and had gotten the large originals, coffee table books, and calendars ready for the upcoming exhibition/gala coming in a week.

  McKennon was back at the fire station. He was on desk duty, but trained every day with the guys. He trained so hard that he had to soak in a bath every night and Royal had to massage and moisturize his residual limb. But he was happy because every day he got stronger and closer to passing the physical exam and going back full-time. If he did, he’d be the first above the knee amputee to go back to full duty.

  With her work and friends, and his work and training, they found snatches of time to spend together. Some nights they were so tired, they’d only have enough energy to lie facing each other in bed to talk. They’re talks rarely lasted more than five minutes before they were asleep. But always forehead to forehead. Hand in hand.

  They wouldn’t have changed it for the world. The only blemish was that McKennon had to step away from social media. Ainsley had sent an online mob after him. Many of his followers who were with him before Ainsley, came to his defense. But instead of dealing with the angry keyboard mob, he deleted the app for a while. And as a precaution, Royal didn’t share any of their pics they took together. She kept her profile strictly professional photos.

  Royal smiled at McKennon as he poured her a cup of coffee. He leaned in to kiss her. It had been three months since he’d left his bride at the altar.