Claiming Macie (Crave and Claimed 2)

Arriving at the diner, he saw his woman smiling as she served people inside.

There was no way he was going to let any harm come to his woman. She didn’t deserve that.

He rubbed a hand down his face, climbed out of the car, and entered the diner just as Macie removed her apron.

The moment she saw him, the smile on her face lit up his entire world. She walked to him, but when she went to wrap her arms around him, he captured her wrists and forced a smile to his lips.

This wasn’t what he wanted to do.

“Wilson, what’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing is wrong. Grab your stuff. I’ll explain in the car.” How was he going to explain a madman intent on killing him? Macie knew parts of his life, but not the full story. He wasn’t always happy with the way his life turned out.

“Oh,” Macie said. “Okay.”

She was hurt, and he felt like a fucking asshole. Macie already had enough issues, and he didn’t need to be adding to them.

With her gone, Wilson checked over the customers. He’d recognize his perp anywhere. Edward had shown him a picture, and nothing had changed in the man. He’d gotten older, but his eyes were still fucking cold and dead.

He stood at the door as Macie approached, jacket in hand, which he took from her and draped over her shoulders. “Wilson, what’s going on?”

“I’ll explain later.”

He walked her out of the diner, all of his instincts returning as if they had never left him. His gaze stayed focused on the surrounding area as he watched and waited. This wasn’t something he liked to do.

“You’re scaring me,” she said.

Wilson didn’t stop though.

Nothing could ever happen to Macie. He loved her more than anything in the world. She was the only woman he craved, and he couldn’t believe how long he’d waited to claim her as his own. Especially knowing the dangers of his past could be closing in.

With her inside the car, he rounded to the driver’s side, climbed in, and took off back to his home.

“Tell me what is going on,” Macie said.

“I will.”

“Wilson, you’re scaring me. You’re acting like a crazy person.”

No, he was acting like a man who would do anything to protect his woman, and that wasn’t wrong at all. He took her hand, locking their fingers together. “I need to tell you something important.”

****

Macie wrapped her fingers around the cup in her hand, feeling the heat warm up the tips of her fingers. Wilson had started his story in the car and finished it as they got to the house.

Lifting up the cup, she pressed it to her lips and sipped at the coffee. Wilson had offered her something stronger, but she’d declined it as she saw no reason to keep on drinking.

“Talk to me, babe,” he said.

“I don’t know what to say,” she said.

“Look, I know this is fucked up.”

She put the cup down on the counter and shook her head. “No. This is not fucked up.”

“You could be in danger.”

“You don’t know that. You’re the one that could be in danger, not me.” She lifted her hand and placed it on his before reaching up to press it to his cheek. “Nothing about this is fucked up in any way. You protected that woman. She got her life back, and he ended up behind bars. You have no idea how proud I am of you.”

Wilson didn’t look proud.

Macie stood and moved closer to him, forcing him to move out from beneath the table as she moved to straddle him.

He grabbed her ass, squeezing the cheeks.

She gasped.

“Macie, you should be slapping me silly right now.”

“No, I should be doing this.” She cupped his face, kissing him. “And this.” She moved her lips down to his neck, nibbling on the flesh.

He groaned. “You should be mad.”

“There is no way I could be mad at you. I thought you were getting bored of me.” At her words, Wilson tightened his grip on her ass. She couldn’t contain her moan as pleasure rushed through her entire body, gripping her tightly.

“There is no chance of me ever getting bored of you.”

The hands on her ass moved up to sink into her hair. He pulled her down and kissed her hard.

The passion of his kiss took her breath away. She wriggled on his lap, trying to gain as much friction as possible, to rub herself against him, desperate to feel all of him, not wanting the moment to end.

Wilson lifted up, dropping her on the table. She still wore the dress uniform for the diner, and he quickly pushed it up her thighs, exposing her to him. He released a groan, and within seconds, he had her panties off, her legs spread wide, and his mouth was between them, licking at her pussy.