Rose and Jacob

She turned back to Thomas. “Your father visited Richard about a week after Rose died wanting to know what had happened. He hadn’t believed Richard’s account of that night. He told your father everything, including that she was pregnant. Your father punched him.”

He sniggered. “Yeah, I can believe that. My father didn’t lose his temper often, but when he did, you didn’t want to be anywhere near him.”

Thomas took hold of Mack’s hand and squeezed. “Thank you. I guess, in the back of my mind, I have always wondered whether or not he had anything to do with her death. I can’t imagine what he must have felt like, watching the woman he loved going over the cliffs.”

“It’s all so sad. Dean is going to arrange for me to meet his grandfather soon. I’m not looking forward to telling him, but he needs to know and I really need to be the one to tell him. I feel so connected to Rose. Their story breaks my heart.”

Dean was standing in the doorway watching Mack and Thomas talking. He was falling more in love with her. She was the most compassionate woman he had ever met, and hopefully, she would be all his for a long time to come.

“Dean, you okay?” Mack asked, bringing him back to the present.

He walked over to her and placed a tender kiss on the top of her head. “When you look at me like that, I’m more than okay.”

“Auntie Mack, after dinner can I go and have a sleepover at Thomas’s cottage . . . please?”

Mack glanced at Thomas, who was nodding his head. “Are you sure, Thomas?”

Thomas looked choked up. “I’d love that, I really would.”

Mack looked at an excited Lucas. “Well then, I guess we better pack you a bag, and then I’ll get dinner ready.”

After dinner, Thomas took Lucas back to his place, leaving Mack and Dean to do the clean up.

Mack had plans for tonight, and those plans included Dean and a comfortable bed.

She left Dean to finish cleaning the kitchen while she went upstairs to shower.

With the shower turned on, she took her clothes off and threw them into the washing basket. She stepped under the spray and just stood, letting the hot water ease her aching muscles.

She felt a slight draft and glanced back to find Dean climbing into the shower behind her. He was completely naked and his erection pointed straight at her. She was mesmerized and completely turned on.

With a sexy grin, he moved in close to her and grasped her hips while he started to place feather-light kisses along her neck and shoulders, sending shivers all the way through her body.

She reached behind with her hands landing on Dean’s hips. Stepping back into him she felt his erection rub between her buttocks. Dean shivered as she dug her nails into his bare butt.

He reached to the side for the shower gel and squeezed a large amount into his hands before he started to explore Mack’s body.

Starting at her shoulders, he moved down her arms, briefly lacing their fingers together. Bending down slightly, he placed a quick kiss on her shoulder. He caressed her arms back up to her shoulders and moved along to her collarbone, then to her breasts. Massaging each one with his gel-covered hands, he rubbed her nipples with his fingers. Mack moaned.

“God, Dean,” Mack croaked as she rubbed her bottom against Dean’s erection.

He started to move one of his hands down her stomach, smoothing them between her legs before he slipped them between her wet folds. He pushed one of his fingers inside her. Mack writhed, trying to find the right friction to send herself rocketing into orgasm heaven.

He pulled his finger out of her. “Not yet,” Dean whispered, kissing her shoulder as he continued to use his hands on her breasts, massaging and pinching her nipples.

Mack figured two could play at that game and reached for the gel, squirting some on the palm of her hand. She reached behind her back and came into contact with Dean’s erection. She took a firm hold of him and started to glide her hand up and down him. Dean pushed two fingers inside her again and started to move them in and out of her as fast as she was moving her hand on him as he still rubbed and pinched her breast. Mack turned her head and met Dean’s glittering eyes.

He pulled his fingers out of her and turned her around. He gripped her bottom tightly as he hoisted her further up the wall and entered her in one smooth motion. He sealed their moans with his mouth locked passionately to hers as he thrust in and out of her.

The only sounds in the room were running water, heavy breathing, and the sound of flesh smacking against flesh.

Dean felt the start of Mack’s orgasm rippling along his shaft. He moved his mouth from her lips and clamped down onto one of her breasts. She was in so much ecstasy as she squeezed his dick so hard that she took him with her into the realms of unadulterated pleasure.

They rested forehead to forehead, still breathing heavily. “I love you, Mack.”

She looked up into Dean’s eyes and with a smile, said, “I love you, too.”

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