Make Me Crazy

I smile, blushing a little at the description. “How do you know me so well after

only a few days?”

“I make it a habit to pay attention to what matters.”

“Do I matter to you, Mac?”

“Of course you do. I’m surprised you even have to ask.” He sounds irritated.

“This is all just so new, I don’t know what to think.”

“Then let me tell you what to think. You matter to me more than anyone ever has. That’s not going to change, even if we get off this island tomorrow.”

I lift my head up and stare at him a moment. “You sure?”

“Would I be working so hard at putting a baby in you if I wasn’t sure?”

The idea of it makes me grin like a fool. “Is that what you’re trying to do? I thought it was about pleasuring me.”

“That too, darling, but if we left here and you were carrying my child, I think I’d be the happiest man on earth.” He kisses me on the mouth, his tongue sliding in between my parted lips and before I know it, he’s lifted me out of the hammock and walked me back to the house. He sets me down on the patio table and spreads my legs wide, then takes his hand and rubs my pink pussy until I’m soaked and ready for him.

I lay back and tug at my nipples, watching him as he lines himself up with me and pushes his way inside my tight warmth. “Oh, yes, Mac. Just like that. Give it to me now. Put a baby in me.”

My words spur him on and he loses control, fucking me so hard that the table starts to move. He slams himself into me over and over, making a slapping sound every time he’s in to the hilt. He’s so deep inside me now that I can hardly take it. It’s almost too much but I like it. I need it. I want it.

When he comes, it’s with a loud growl that comes from deep inside his muscle-bound body. The sound vibrates through me, setting off an explosion, making my toes curl and my entire body tense up with the force of my orgasm. He slams himself into me again and again, and I feel the pulsing of his giant cock as he fills me again. We’re too caught up to notice that a helicopter is overhead until it’s too late.

When we finally stop, the helicopter is landing on the beach, spraying sand in a wide path around it. Mac pulls out of me and stands in front of me to hide my body. I duck behind him, completely embarrassed that someone has seen us like this and completely terrified that this is the person who owns the house. What if they get really mad and start shooting at us?

I grip Mac’s back with my hands. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be. I’d never let anything happen to you, baby. Never.”

The engine cuts out and the blades slow to a stop. “Baby, what do your parents look like?”

“My dad is tall with grey hair. My mom is a short blonde.”

“Well in that case, your mom and dad are getting a long look at me.”

My head pops up and I see them getting down from the aircraft. My dad gets down first, then helps my mom. “Shit. That’s them.”

“Paige! You’re alive!” My mom comes running toward us with her fingers splayed over her eyes. My dad stands back with his head down.

“Mom! Dad! You found us!” My heart soars to see them and to know that their nightmare is over. “Did Brooke have the wedding without me?”

“She had to, sweetie. Everything was already paid for…”

“Oh,” My heart drops and tears form in my eyes. Mac tucks one arm behind me and gives me squeeze to let me know he’s there.

My mom’s face falls. “I’m sorry, Paige. We just assumed you didn’t find a flight and you were sitting in an airport lounge in St. Lucia.”

“No, I guess it makes sense. I told you I found a ride, but you probably thought it wasn’t going to pan out.”

“Exactly. These things happen to you so often, we’ve had to get used to going on without you...”

“Was it a nice wedding?”

“It was perfect. Well, not perfect because you weren’t there, but otherwise it was lovely.” When my mom gets close to us, she says, “Would you and your…friend…like to put some clothes on, honey? This is a little awkward for Daddy and I.”