She rubbed her hands down my chest, her fingertips slipping under my shirt to skim my abs. “Will we have teddy bear wallpaper and curtains?”

I bit back a smile. “No.”

“Will we cover the house in plastic and lace?”

“No.”

“Will you still call me neighbor even if we aren’t neighbors anymore?”

“Always.”

“Will you be there with me?”

“Always,” I repeated.

Her lips curved into a teasing smirk. “Good, that’s all I wanted anyway. Well, that and…” Her smile faded. “You told me something yesterday, and I was too scared to say it back until you knew the truth. Say it again.”

I didn’t hesitate. Not even for a second. “Love you, Mac.”

“I love you, too.”

I closed my eyes, inhaling deep. Working to get control. Needing to keep my head. When I finally kissed her, I did it holding back. Soft. Gentle.

Mac’s hands moved from my chest down. She started working to undo my jeans, but I put my hands over hers to stop her. The movement pressed her palm into my hard-on, and my ass automatically lifted off the couch as she gasped.

I closed my eyes again. Inhaled again. Worked to get control.

“Don’t treat me like I’m fragile, Ward,” she whispered, her voice fire and steel. “I might not be able to kiss you how I want, but I can take you how I need.”

Mayhem had a rule about fuckin’ on communal furniture.

A rule that could go fuck itself on communal furniture.

Carefully, I lifted Mac to stand before pulling her leggings down. I positioned her straddling me again, letting her undo my jeans. Pull me free. Stroke me while I wrapped an arm around her to tease her pussy from behind.

She lifted her hand to my mouth. “Do the thing.”

I spit on her palm, and she wrapped it around my length, stroking up to tease the head. Skim the sensitive nerves. Do everything to make my precum leak so she could use that, too.

“Baby.” The one word was loaded with a warning.

But Mac just smirked at me and kept doing what she wanted.

She finally put me out of my misery when I was two seconds from losing my mind. Going up onto her knees, I slouched and helped position her to slide down my length.

Filling herself with me.

Fuckin’ herself on me.

For a minute.

Then it was my turn.

“Hold on to the back of the couch.” When she did as I said, I gripped her hips to keep her in place as I fucked her. Lifted my ass off the couch to slam into her. Stretched a thumb over to rub her clit, needing her to find it ’cause I was on the edge.

Her body tensed, her pussy squeezing my dick just how I liked it. Made for me.

All mine.