Yield (Cal and Macy's Story 3)

"As a heart attack," he says with a wink.

"How much time do I have before you and Mac get home? And what about Aaron? Isn't he at home with the nanny?"

Matt rolls his eyes at me. "You apparently don't pay much attention to the things Mac tells you."

I stare at him blankly.

"This is the day that Mac and I are headed to Pennsylvania. We're taking Gabe and Aaron to drop them off so they can spend a few weeks with their grandparents before school starts."

Matt smiles at me.

I return an evil grin.

I left work early, went home, and showered, throwing on some faded jeans and an old Yankees t-shirt. I made it to Matt and Mac's apartment by four-thirty, which gave me a good, solid hour to figure out the speech I was going to lay on her.

For in my mind, it was going to be so eloquent... filled with such passion, that she was going to immediately see the error of her ways and fall helplessly into my arms. She'd pronounce her love for me, followed by a heartfelt pronouncement of her own stupidity in ever pushing me away, and we would ride off into the sunset.

Or, rather, I would push her down on the couch and we'd have fabulous make-up sex.

Okay, so those may be flights of fancy, but I'm still feeling pretty good the closer it gets to five-thirty. I've got right on my side, I've got love fueling me, and I've got a woman that I know cares very deeply about me. The mere fact she pushed me away, convinced it would save my life, tells me all I ever need to know about Macy's emotional commitment to me.

I just wish she wasn't still so angry.

Did I overstep my bounds?

Probably.

Would I do it again?

Absolutely.

I protect what is mine, and I do it in my own way. I gave Macy the opportunity to do it her way, which would have been giving a statement to Dee Switzer. She didn't want to do that, and I accepted it without any reservation. But that didn't mean I agreed to take a backseat and let Luke and Travis Carrington go unpunished.

Nope... I was committed to do whatever I could to help facilitate those bastards going to jail, and I didn't care if it pissed Macy off or not.

And second best thing that happened today--the first being the moment Matt threw me his apartment key--is that Keith called me with some great fucking news. He was able to track down a former housekeeper of Coppens who worked for him for many years. Although she's retired now and lives with her son in Antwerp, Keith confirmed she worked for Coppens during the time Macy was there, as well as at least five years before that. She also traveled with him between his two homes in Brussels and Lucerne. He has an appointment to visit her tomorrow, and he's convinced she has the dirt we need. She didn't speak highly of Coppens over the phone and seemed eager to spill some secrets.

The key scraping the door lock rocks me, and I immediately stand up from the couch. While I'd given lots of thought to the things I'd say to Macy, I didn't give any thought as to how I should greet her.

I have a moment of blind panic. Then the door swings open and my first look at Macy in four days settles me down immediately. Her hair is long and loose, and she's wearing a beige skirt that comes down to her knees, a fitted, white blouse, and heels.

Her head lifts and eyes lock to mine. "Hey," I say casually.

Inexplicable joy holds her face hostage for only a moment before being quickly replaced by fear. She drops her purse and keys to the floor and stalks toward me.

In my little, happy, naive world, she's eating up the distance between us because she needs her mouth on mine. She's missed me the way I've missed her. She has immediately realized we are destined to be together. It's imperative she touch me.

Macy's hand reaches out and she grabs me by the forearm, immediately turning her body and dragging me toward the door.

"You need to leave," she says fearfully. "I'm sure we're being watched."

I immediately dig the heels of my tennis shoes down into the dark hardwood flooring and come to a grinding halt, pulling my arm out of her grasp. "I'm not leaving until we talk."

She whips around on me and all the joy and fear are now gone, and in its place... white-hot rage. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she yells while leaning toward me. "My uncle was very clear in his threat. Do not underestimate him, Cal."

"I don't," I assure her as I take her by the shoulders. Her chest is heaving in glorious anger, her cheeks are flushed, and I can't fucking help myself.

I kiss her hard.

I think she's going to capitulate... melt right there, because in my fantasy that's exactly what I need to happen. Instead, she bites down hard on my lower lip and shoves me backward with a snarl. Luckily, those teeth let go just before the shove, and I stumble back a few feet.

Raising my hand, I finger my lip and pull it away, not seeing any blood. It sure stings like a motherfucker, though.

I narrow my eyes at her, setting my jaw to stone. "I'm going to kiss you and if you try that shit again, I'm going to redden that ass of yours."

Macy lets out a frustrated shriek, but not before I see the naked truth in her eyes.

A flash of lust, and her weakness is revealed.

I take a step toward her.

"Stay away, Cal," she warns me. "I mean it."

Another step forward, and she takes one back.

Yeah... that's not going to work for me.

I lunge at her, grabbing her around the waist, spinning both of our bodies, bringing her down underneath me on the couch. We hit hard, she lets out an oomph, and I come to rest with my pelvis against hers. I can't nestle in deep the way I want because her tight skirt isn't letting her legs part.

I started to get hard the minute I threatened to spank her, and I saw in her eyes she had gone wet at the thought. Now that I'm pressed up against my favorite place in the world, my dick swells rapidly.

Macy gives a half-hearted push at my chest, and I answer with a grind of my hips. "Keep your teeth sheathed," I warn her as my head descends toward her.

Her eyes flare with panic, and she pushes harder against me. "Wait... you said you wanted to talk."

"Time for talking is past," I murmur before sucking her lower lip into my mouth. I grind my teeth against it, threatening her briefly with the same type of bite she gave me, but instead, I merely let it go, only to bring my mouth to hers with brute force.

She gasps right into me, and I think it might be pleasure, but I recognize it soon enough as frustration as she starts bucking against me. "Get off, Cal," she growls as her hips try to pile drive me upward and her hands renew their quest to push me away.

And it's at this point I realize my little fantasy of her falling at my feet isn't going to happen, which pisses me off greatly.

So, do I accommodate?

Fuck no... I slam my mouth back on her again, deciding to go ahead and take what's mine. She bucks furiously against me, shrieking into my mouth with rage. Her hands come to my hips in an effort to dislodge me, curl around my back, and dig in.

"Fuck," I curse out as I rear upward, clutching one hand to my back while supporting my weight over her with my other arm on the cushions. She managed to dig her fingers right into my wound that, up to this point, had been healing nicely.

I pull my fingers away because I didn't feel any blood and look down at the hellcat named Macy. Her eyes are round with worry that she hurt me, and that satiates my bruised ego somewhat that she hasn't fallen a bit easier.

"Bad girl," I whisper as I look down at her. I capture her wrist, pin it above her head, and decide three times is a charm as I start to l

ean back down to kiss her again.

Once again, she fights me. Her body starts thrashing, she grunts curses at me, and slaps at my chest with her free hand, but she stays away from the wound. She turns her face away to avoid my lips every time I get near her.

My cock is thumping with anticipation, and I'm not sure I've ever been fucking harder in my life.

And then it hits me... the way she's fighting me. It's eerily reminiscent of our first sexual encounter when we were hurling insults at each other. We both used the heat of anger as an excuse to get down and dirty. It let us have what we wanted without any repercussions, because we could always blame it on the heat of the situation.

Macy wants me inside of her.

She wants to protect me. She's worried for me, and she knows the "moral" thing to do would be to kick me out. But she fucking wants me, I'm sure of it, and I think the fact she resembles a bucking bronco at this moment is her way to assuage her guilt in wanting something that, in her mind, she reasons she can't have. She's trying to goad me into fucking her.

"Stop fighting me," I growl at her. "You're going to tear my stitches."

She immediately stills, but I expect she might just be gearing up for round four. I don't waste any time. Tilting my body to the side, I reach a hand down, grab the hem of her skirt, and start to drag it up her legs. It's fucking tight... showcases her gorgeous ass perfectly as a matter of fact... but it's impeding me at this moment.

That means it's got to go.

Pulling on the material hard, I hear a ripping sound, and that fuels me on. I jerk harder at the material, and suddenly, it's loose around her legs. I'm guessing I ripped the back seam, but I don't give it another thought. Even though Macy starts squirming, a clear attempt still at fighting me but toned down some because she's afraid of opening my wound, I press my knees down and force her legs to open. Her skirt rises to just below her hips, and I shove my hand in between her legs.

"Oh, Cal," Macy moans, flexing her hips upward with need the minute my fingers part her slick folds. I'm so damn thankful she doesn't wear panties. I watch as her eyes flutter closed and her body quiets. Her breathing is labored, but her chest is the only thing moving on her at this moment.

I want to kiss her, but I want her complete capitulation first.

I sink a finger into her deeply, and she cries out. Her hand shoots out, grabs my wrist, and pushes me against her harder as her hips gyrate.