Draft version - Russian Roulette - Family secrets

Ch. 58: Mackenzie, would you relax?

"Please join me, I want to hold you for a little while."

His voice startled her; he was wide awake.

Mackenzie walked to the right side of the bed and met his blue eyes which were caressing her from the second she stepped into his view. Gareth was not smiling; in fact, he had no facial expression at all. Only emotion she could tell was the desire burning in his eyes.

Nonchalantly he pulled the covers aside urging her to join him, the move revealed his torso and the waistband of a pair of black silk boxers.

Holy fucking shit he was a gorgeous sight.

If Mackenzie had thought Jace and Phoenix's bodies were of Greek statue perfection, Gareth was the mold for everything that came before the statues. He was the god the statues were to depict. His wide chest and flat stomach had smooth lightly tanned skin pulled tightly over defined muscles. Full eight pack and not an ounce of fat in sight.

His right peck had a large skull with horns tattooed on it going out into a three-quarter tribal sleeve. On his left peck he had his cartel tattoo like the one she had seen on Phoenix's chest. Below it was his father's family crest.

Her fingers itched to touch them all.

It was the first time she had seen him without clothes on. It had always been indicated that he had a fabulous body, seeing it, it was more than clear that reality trumped fantasy and speculation any day.

"Should I strip?" She signaled to the kimono.
"Keep it on, dolly. I like unwrapping gifts if we get to that," he said with half a smile. "Please, join me?"

"Yes, Sir."
"Mackenzie, no. Not yet," he pleaded with her. "I'm Gareth, you'll know when to call me Sir."

Gareth watched her crawl onto the bed. His insides churned for several reasons.

First one was her being so submissive and ready to comply that it scared him. Of course, he wanted that part of her, but he did not want her like that the entire 24 hours. He wanted to spend time with her, wanted to see her enjoy herself with him, not be some mindless slave only saying 'yes, Sir' and 'no, Sir'. He wanted the fierce woman with the wonderfully submissive sexual mind and still a proud defiance and strength.

Second one was how absolutely breathtakingly beautiful she looked. Her hair was like a waterfall of obsidian liquid, her eyes were pitch black and sparkling with insecurity and want. The kimono only allowed him to see the outline of her curves and part of her legs. He had no idea what she had under that kimono and he did not care. What he saw made his blood pump.

She was perfect.

His body reacted violently to what he saw. He wanted to kiss her senseless and hold her until the end of days.

Mackenzie was crawling towards him when she froze halfway, she had noticed the large pack of condoms on his nightstand. It was a box of 50 and brand new.

Was he going to fuck her non-stop?

With a confused expression he turned his head to see what she was staring at. Gareth laughed out loud, he did not have enough control to keep it at a chuckle.

"Dolly, relax. Though my ego truly loves that you think me capable of that, I'm not going to fuck you 50 times in 24 hours." He laughed a little more. "You asked me for condoms, so I bought some to keep my end of the agreement."

Shaking her head at her own stupidity she crawled closer.

"Little spoon," he mumbled sensually when she hesitantly looked to him for instructions.