Grind (Cal and Macy's Story 2)

It's not, I remind myself again.

I look down at her, her blue eyes earnestly filled with conviction. She's a mystery, but fuck... for some reason, I trust her right now.

"So I'll represent you, we'll keep our hands off each other while your case is in progress, and we'll both be celibate?" I ask, just to make sure there's no miscommunication between us.

"And when the case is over, we will put ourselves in orgasm comas with each other," she says impishly.

"The plan has merit," I muse thoughtfully, and that causes Macy to throw her head back and laugh.

And Christ... she's got a beautiful laugh.

Why have I never noticed it before?

"Before I officially become your attorney, and we take mutual vows of celibacy, there's something I think we forgot to do in the chronology of events that unfolded within this office today," I say as my eyes flicker across her face. I take in the soft swell of her cheekbones, the long lashes that make her eyes pop, and the sweetly sinful lips that have spent more time on my dick than on my mouth.

"What's that?"

I answer her with a kiss.

Soft at first, and then deeper.

She arches into me.

Moans.

Digs her fingers into my chest.

Yeah, that's the stuff that's been missing. As much as I like getting down and dirty, I'm a man that likes intimacy. And there's no communion greater than when lips and tongue come together in a sweet, sensuous slide against one another.

As I pull away, I revel in the fogginess of Macy's eyes... knowing that my kiss did that to her.

And at this moment, even though this plan with Macy seems ludicrous, I know I'm doing the right thing.

Chapter 3

From the Diary of Macy Carrington:

Dear Diary:

It happened again.

I was with Cal, and the experience was transcendental. I came twice... really hard, really fast. I was a fucking natural at it. Like I had been doing it all my life.

I wanted to stay in his office all day and have him make me come over and over again.

It was freeing.

Felt so good.

I'll never get used to it.

Unfortunately, because Cal is representing me in this case, his ethics prohibit him from continuing to see me.

Well, fuck me.

Whatever.

The point is that I had to make a choice. Did I want to continue on, spinning my wheels and getting short fixes to numb me up? Or did I want to take a chance that perhaps there is a person that can completely free me from my prison?

I want to take the chance with Cal. I'm sure this amounts to nothing more than just really good sex, but I had to give him something he needed. I had to give him the promise of a commitment that I would remain celibate until this case was finished. That I would "wait" for him.

I think I can do it.

I think it will be worth it.

Love,

Macy

Chapter 4

Before I can get my napkin unfolded and placed on my lap, Mac is milking me for information. "So how did it go with Macy this morning?"

Apparently, Macy hadn't stopped in to see Mac after her appointment with me. I'm thinking she probably wanted to avoid Mac because she smelled like me. This caused Mac to be concerned and suspicious, because Macy shares everything with Mac, and I know she expected her to come in and tell her all about our legal strategy. I know this because Mac immediately buzzed my office and wanted to talk about it. Unfortunately, I was in the middle of some deep and heavy legal research and put her off until lunch.

It's not that I couldn't have put the research aside to make time for Mac.

It's that I didn't want to. I needed some more time to get the lies straight in my head, should Mac have any inkling as to what's going on with Macy and me. So I put her off until lunch, and now it's time to pay the piper.

"It went fine," I tell her, and then quickly take a sip of ice water, hoping it cools the lie that just fell off my tongue. "Honestly, I don't think there's much of a case against her."

"Is it going to be weird for you to represent her?" Mac asks with a sudden burst of concern for me. I'm wondering where this was when she first asked me to represent Macy.

Shaking my head, I play it off. "Nah... I mean... we're friends, so it's not weird."

"You and Macy are not friends," Mac says with a snort.

I wince.

I'm so not good at this lying shit.

Nope. Not friends. That's for sure.

We're more... fuck buddies.

Yeah, that's it.

But we're not fucking right at this very moment so that makes my dishonesty just a tad bit more palatable.

"I mean because you and I are friends," I say to throw her off the trail.

Mac ignores that comment but shakes her head, her brow furrowed with worry. "It was really weird she didn't stop in to see me after your meeting today. There's something going on with her, and I can't figure out what it is. She's hiding something, but I'm going to find out what it is."

Oh, that's just fucking great because there's no doubt in my mind that Mac will eventually get to the truth. She's tenacious that way. Like a dog with a meaty bone. She won't give up until she's flayed open mine and Macy's secret and exposed it for all to see.

It's on the tip of my tongue to just go ahead and spill the beans to her, but then I remember what Macy told me earlier. She told me that Mac knew dark and burdensome secrets about her. That means Macy isn't afraid to share. If she isn't telling Mac, she must think it will be something that will cause her friend angst. Probably because she would be pitted right in the middle of two of her closest friends if this went south.

And let's face it.

It's going to go south at some point.

Because even though we really don't have anything going right this moment, we will eventually. And it will be great... for a while. But Macy is going to get tired of monogamy and will want to get back to her spice of life--bed hopping. I'm sure of it.

"You're awfully quiet," Mac says, and then immediately narrows her eyes. "Did something happen between you and Macy?"

Bile rises in my throat as I temper her curiosity with another well-placed lie. "No, not at all. She was well prepared for the meeting and gave me some great info to get started."

"And she wasn't acting weird when you saw her?" she asks with a worried voice. "I just feel like she's hiding something from me."

And that right there presents the perfect opportunity for me to try to figure out more about this cryptic and enigmatic woman.

"Does Macy tell you all her secrets?" I ask in a mischievous, not nosy at all, way.

Mac gives me a coy smile. "Yup. I know everything about my bestie."

I lean across the table and give her a salacious grin. "Like what? Spill something juicy to me."

Mac snorts and says, "No way, buddy. I'll take that girl's secrets to the grave."

"Must be something really scandalous," I press her with a secretive whisper.

A little bit of sadness creeps into Mac's smile, and she shakes her head. "No, not scandalous. But worthy of a secret all the same."

My heart clenches slightly because I can absolutely see the burden that Mac is indeed carrying with this knowledge... whatever it is. Macy wasn't lying to me over the remorse she felt for putting it on Mac's shoulders.

And now that I know Mac is probably suffering under the same weight as Macy, it's becoming almost imperative for me to know more.