SUNNY
“Let me.”Mack takes the controller from my hand to find our show on the DVR. “See? You need me,” he points out.
“That’s only because you never let me learn how to use any electronics around here,” I huff. “You’ve enabled me.” I tease, but I’m not sure it’s actually a joke.
“Why does it matter? I’m here to do it for you.” He flips on our show before dropping the remote back down onto the coffee table. Until he’s not here one day. That’s something he’s not realizing. What if he finds some girl and goes and falls in love? Then what am I supposed to do? I’ll not only be heartbroken, but I won’t even be able to watch my shows.
“You’re not even around all the time anymore. Plus—” His head snaps up, a serious look in place on his handsome face. I zip my mouth closed, not wanting to get him worked up again. He only just cooled down. Work must have him really stressed.
“Sit, I’ll get your cheese.”
I drop down onto the sofa. He stomps out of the living room and into the kitchen. He’s really pissed, and I don’t understand why. I don’t like him being upset with me. This is new to me, and I don’t know how to handle it. This is the first time there has been this awkwardness between us.
Mack returns a moment later with my grated Parmesan cheese for my pizza in one hand and a bottle of ranch in the other. He sets them down on the table before making me a plate and handing it to me.
“Thanks,” I say. I love that he knows exactly how I like things without me having to tell him. And how he pays attention to all the small details when it comes to me. It makes me feel special and loved. Something I haven’t had since I lost my parents.
“It’s not me enabling you. It’s me taking care of you.” He hands me a napkin next. “You’ve never had a problem with it before.” He drops down onto the couch next to me, his leg grazing mine.
“I kind of realized over the last month with you working so much there is a lot I don’t know how to do for myself. I can’t always depend on you. It’s not fair to you. I need to be able to take care of myself.” If I thought the look on his face was serious before, that was nothing compared to the one he’s giving me now.
“Bullshit. I want to take care of you, Sunshine.” He grabs the cheese and sprinkles some onto my pizza before putting a blob of ranch on my plate next. “Now, let's watch our show.”
“K,” I agree, lifting my pizza to take a bite. I let out a moan as the cheesy goodness fills my mouth.
“Actually, give me a second.” Mack jumps up and darts from the room. I finish eating my slice of pizza and then grab a handful of popcorn. After five minutes have passed, I decide to get up to go check on him. The door to the bathroom in the hallway is closed, but I see the light is on from underneath. I start to go back to the living room but hear a groan come from inside the bathroom.
“Mack, are you okay?” Did he get sick? I start to open the door but only get it open a crack before Mack pushes it back shut quickly. I barely catch a glimpse of him in the reflection of the mirror with his hand wrapped around his massive cock that is most definitely hard. Heat rushes through my body as flashes of that night we spent together come rushing back to me.
The images of him fighting to work his cock inside of me are front and center. He had to stop and go down on me again to get me wetter. I remembered the first time but not the second. His mouth had been relentless. He ate me as if he were a starving man. I press my thighs together at the memory. My nipples grow painfully hard.
“Give me a second, Sunshine,” he growls.
“Mmkay.” I breathe out before I rush down the hallway toward my bedroom. Quietly I shut my door and lean up against it. I slip my hand into my sleep shorts, finding my clit. It only takes a few circles of my fingers to trigger an orgasm. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning out loud as the pleasure rolls through my body.
“Sunshine.” Mack shouts my name. I jerk my hand out of my shorts and jump back from my door a moment before it swings open. His eyes rake over me. “You okay?” He steps into my bedroom. I notice his nose flare. Oh gosh. Can he smell the scent of my orgasm? I remember the next morning after I’d woken up from our night together, I could smell sex everywhere.
“I’m fine,” I squeak out.
“Your cheeks are flushed.” He runs his hands through his hair, shifting on his feet. “This about what you saw?”
“What?” I play dumb, which is stupid 'cause I’m the worst liar in the world.
“It’s normal to touch yourself, Sunshine.”
“I know. It’s completely healthy,” I blurt out. He smirks, grabbing my hand. The same one that was just in my shorts. His fingers lock with mine, and he pulls me back toward the living room. He drops down on the couch and pulls me down with him so I’m pressed up against him.
He starts our show before grabbing the bowl of popcorn. “You still favoring Jordan and Jeff?”
“Yes, he’s so sweet to her.”
“He’s in love with her.”
“What?” I turn my head to look at him. This season on Big Brother is different from the others. Most times everyone is playing solo. But this year they are paired up, and Jordan and Jeff came into the house as best friends. “They’re friends.”
“Sure they are, but he wants more.” He drapes his arm over my shoulder. I cuddle in closer to his side, resting my head on his chest as I take a handful of popcorn and watch Jeff more closely. I more than anyone could understand being in love with your best friend. How had I missed this but Mack caught it?
“Sunshine.”
“Yeah?” I suddenly feel very sleepy.
“I could take care of you if you ever needed me to.”
“What?” I yawn.
“You don’t have to masturbate. I’d happily do it for you,” I hear him say. I don’t respond because I must have fallen asleep, and I definitely have to be dreaming.