So ummmm about time right VickiH. :D
"Slow riddddde, TAKE it eassssy" Mac's voice was loud as he exaggerated the words and stepped through the door of the cabin. "SLOWWW ride, take it easy! I'm in the mood the rhythm is right move to the music WE can roll all night."
Amy head appeared around the corner seeing him and raised her brow, "Have you always been this loud?"
"Thought I was quiet." Mac chuckled as reached behind his head and jerked his shirt up and over his head.
Amy walked further out and smiled at him. Mac wasn't use to her talking to him most of the time unless Andrea was there. She almost seemed afraid of him and in fact he was sure that was what it was. She liked Daryl though and Mac was starting to think she had a crush on his brother. The thought made him snort cause it'd make sense seeing as how they were both the sweet ones.
Mac licked his lips his eyes glazing over. Not to say Andrea was sweet in her own way you just had to get her to spread her legs for it. Like she knew he was thinking about her she walked around the corner her hair wet and hanging down her back as she ran her fingers through it.
"You were far from quiet. If the dead weren't already walking around I'm sure that would have woke them." Amy quipped looking proud.
Mac sighed, "Guess then it don't fucking matter then does it."
He was already walking down the hall leaving the sisters to themselves as he jerked his belt loose. He looked over his shoulder and started singing again getting a laugh from Amy and a raised brow from her sister. Andrea's eyes were running over him while Amy disappeared back into the room she had claimed. Mac slipped into the room and let his pants drop and started emptying his pockets.
"Merle seemed...is there something wrong?" Andrea shut the door behind her.
Mac looked over at her but didn't say anything. Something wrong? Fuck if he knew but he had a bad feeling about tomorrow. He was going to get up earlier and go with Daryl in the morning instead of splitting up. He knew that his brother could take care of himself but that was beside the point. If Daryl needed him and he wasn't there then fuck everything if that wouldn't fuck him up.
"Merle is just a dick." Mac chuckled.
Andrea set on the bed looking at him in the dim light, "Mac do you think that little girl is out there?"
"No." Mac's answer was short and to the point.
Andrea nodded, "She's been out there a while on her own."
Mac stood up and flipped the lights out the room darkening with only the small lamp by the bed for a light. It was only enough to make a glow half way on to the pillow. Andrea was watching him though and Mac growled knocking her back in the bed and crawling over her. His weight pinned her as he set up pushing her shirt up her torso to get to smooth skin underneath.
She set up as much as she could and pulled her shirt off and he growled seeing her without her bra. Hands immediately going to work he leaned in and let his tongue trace from her collar-bone to her ear. She leaned her head over giving him more room and he nipped the skin just enough to pull a small bruise. His hand started sliding lower down her body and she lifted her hips as much as she could silently begging him.
"Mac." She hissed through her teeth as his fingers sunk into her without warning.
Her hands were on him then her nails raking from his chest to his hips until she hit the waist band of his boxers. He growled and she circled his cock pumping him causing him to groan. Mac stood up suddenly but she didn't release him moving with him instead and he worked his boxers off. He was going to fuck her through the goddamn mattress the thought of her crying out under him making his cock jerk in her hand.
The slight rustle of clothes met his ears and then he scent did and he growled again hitting his knees by the bed. She gasped as he grabbed her hips and jerked her to the edge her ass almost hanging off without the support of his hands on her. She lifted her legs and they fell over his shoulders as he buried his face between her thighs.
"Oh fuck." She keened.
Mac smiled against her his tongue tracing around every inch of her while the sweet taste of her flooded his mouth. "Shit." He grunted when her legs flexed puling him in tighter against her. She was going to smother him and goddamn if that wouldn't be a hilarious death.
Her hand sunk into his hair painfully as she cried out setting up looking down at him. Mac met her eyes for a second before his eyes fell to her heaving chest watching as her breast moved. Growling he started working her harder demanding her orgasm and ripping it from her body along with a scream that sounded like his name.
Setting back as she went limp he wiped his mouth on his arm and was towering over her. "You with me?" He growled his fingers tracing her hip and up her ribs skirting just below her breast. She hummed and met his eyes nodding. Mouth crashing into hers roughly Mac pushed her legs up high her knees hitting her chest and lined himself up with her, "Aint gonna be easy."
She lifted her hips as much as she could from her pinned position and it was all the invitation to take her as hard as he'd been wanting too. Slamming into her as far as he could he sucked in a breath at the heat that was all around him. She cried out again reaching for him but unable to get to him due to her knees almost buried in her chest. Instead her hands went to the headboard wrapping around the post and bracing herself for him.
Pulling out of her slower than he'd entered her she moaned and nodded, "Don't hold back Mac I'm not gonna break."
Snarling he done just that and watched every movement of her body in the low light from the lamp. Her face contorted her lips parting his name falling from her lips over and over urging him on. With each pass of his name from her mouth he felt his cock jerk in her and his heart thud harder in his chest. She was going to fucking kill him.
Mac felt her starting to flutter and tighten around him and he let his hand grip her throat squeezing and her eyes widened as he controlled her breathing while his fingers fell on each side of her throat. Pressing slightly on the arteries that ran there knowing she was close he picked up the pace and she whimpered her breath short and panted now. The second he felt her let go he removed his hand and her entire body bucked and she reached for him scrabbling loosely at the only part of him she could reach. His forearms were braced on either side of her and her nails sunk into his skin there biting deep.
Hissing at the pain he growled and buried himself as deep as he could and let her legs fall away catching them under the knees to keep from hurting her as she adjusted to the new position. She moaned her body still working him and his mouth was on hers again his body pressed fully against hers now without her legs in the way.
Both panting into the others neck he rolled off her and dropped on the bed heavily. Andrea turned her head and looked at him with a sly smile on her face, "Promise me you'll be careful out there tomorrow?" He snorted and nodded at her words, "You can't get yourself killed Mac."
"Don't plan on it." He raised his brow at her that smile still on her face.
Her eyes dipped down to his cock and back to his face, "Be a waste of a good dick if you got killed."
He barked out a laugh and set up shaking his head. This is why he could breathe around her without the oppressive shit most women always put on men. Demanding to know how they felt, demanding this from that, demanding everything from them when all a man needed sometimes was a moment to just fucking be. Andrea got it and she didn't push him. She knew he cared and she didn't demand that he tell her every five fucking minutes. Instead she let him know she worried about him and cared while making him laugh. He'd take her over any other bitch any time.
Andrea's hands started kneading the muscles in his back as he set at the edge of the bed and he groaned. He felt her lips trace his spine and smirked already feeling his blood heading back south the more her hands rubbed over him. Her hands made another pass going lower and around dragging her nails over his hips and then back around to his back.
She slipped around him suddenly in his lap and pushed his sweaty hair back from his face causing him to tilt his head. Her hair was falling around her in a damp tangled mess from him but she'd never looked better to him. Her arms went around his neck and she leaned back slightly rocking against him. He grunted and gripped her ass giving her leverage and she sunk down his length easily warm, wet, and inviting.
Mac groaned rolling over heat rolling off him in waves and huffed. Turning his head he blew blonde hair from his face and pushed himself up on his elbows and stared at the window. The sun was already to high in the sky. It had to be at the least ten in the morning by now which meant Daryl had been gone for hours.
Jerking his pants up angrily he set down hard jarring the bed. "Fuck." he growled running his hands through his hair.
"What's wrong?" Andrea set up the blanket falling around her hips.
Mac looked at her and then out the window, "Was supposed to leave with Daryl this morning."
"Maybe he waited." She looked at him seriously.
"No...he'd either leave or have come and got me." Mac shook his head and blew out a breath.
Andrea stood up getting dressed while Mac set and fumed. He could hear Amy moving around and for once wished that Daryl wasn't so drawn to handling shit on his own. His words about thinking something was going on rushed through Mac's head and he wanted the day to come to a close and see his brother walking across that field and know he was safe. They hadn't been separated since this shit started besides that one night in Atlanta and that had been hell on the both of them.
"He's fine Mac." Andrea sighed, "He's a grown man."
He looked at her hard, "You telling me Amy out there without you wouldn't bother you?"
Andrea gave him a look and he gave her a smug look back, "That is different and besides you went yesterday without him. You were with Merle!"
Mac cringed and nodded, "Something just feels different."
Andrea was in front of him then her hand cupping his cheek. He held still eyeing her not use to women like her doing shit like that. Most women were a quick fuck and then he was gone. He never stayed around or gave them a chance to show affection and if they tried they learned real fast they were messing with a son of a bitch.
"You can't get upset for nothing. He's fine and if something happens then we'll cross that bridge when it gets here Mac." Her thumb came up tracing his cheek, "I'll be here with you through anything happens."
He stood up and she had to take a step back from him to allow the move. She dropped her hand but he caught her wrist and growled his lips meeting the inside of her wrist. "Keep an eye on your sister Andrea and let one of us show her how to fight."