Page 87 of Rumor Has It

Chapter 18

Mackenzie

I’m standing in my bedroom doorway, leaning against it as I survey the manscape. Yes, I said manscape. Boone’s fine ass, which is my preferred way of referencing it, is laying buck naked in the center of my bed.

“Teenage wet dreams and all.” I sink my teeth in, thinking of biting it. He stirs, moving the sheet just so I get the best screenshot of my life. I quirk my brow and hit the button. “Gotta set that to private.”

He’s tangled up from head to toe, making me wish I could handcuff him to the bed. He’s covered the most important part strategically, begging me to think he knows what he’s doing.

I saunter over to the foot of the bed, drinking in every inch of him. “Damn, boy, talk about takin’ your vitamins. Were they laced with muscle builder?” His calves are as sculpted as his abs.

“Dear, baby Jesus, he bulges in all the right places.” I trail my fingers up his legs, over his tight thighs to that perfect ‘v’ just above the most perfect ‘d’. My eyes flicker to his face; he’s still out.

My nostrils flare as I turn my attention to that brilliantly placed sheet. I bite my lip and run the tip of my fingers under it. Taking the corner between them, I lift the sheet and reveal his stunning member.

I gape at it—there was no time to check it out last night. Oh, but did I ever feel it. “Talk about shook.”

“Are you having fun?” My eyes snap to his, the smirk of the century on his face.

I nod, wiggling my brows. “Hell yes.”

“Glad to help.” He flexes, making it twitch. I jump on the bed with a scream.

“Oh my gracious. It moves!”

He snags me and rolls me over as he hovers above me. Gloriously naked. “What am I going to do with you, perv?”

“IT moved!” I yell with wide eyes.

He chuckles, and it tightens his core with every jerk, making his cock bounce. “Are you kidding me with this? What in the hell do you think was moving last night, and after that … and right before we fell asleep?”

“Smartass.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Do you often sleep naked?”

He shakes his head. “It’s a new thing I’m trying.”

“How’s that workin’ out for ya?” I drag my fingers down his abs, watching his cock dance for me.

He glances between our bodies then gazes at me. “Do you enjoy being a voyeur while without apparel?”

“I do. It’s freeing to me, in case something comes up.” My eyes snap to his large asset.

He takes my mouth, followed by my body, loving me the way only Boone can—the only way I want. He begins a slow and meticulous taking of me, ravenous with need. At this rate, we may never get our fill.

The morning passes faster than either of us, but Rumor’s on her way. Boone paces, wandering from room to room as he studies everything from photos, books, and even our clothes.

“Lookin’ for something?”

He tilts his head. “Naw, just catching up.”

“She’s grown more in the last two years than her whole life.”

His eyes flicker to mine. “She has so many clothes, it’s crazy.”

“Girls! We need them to look pretty.” I half shrug.

He raises his brows. “Is that so?”

“Yep, we love to shop, and then there’s shoes.”