“Yeah?” I ask, running my fingers along his back as he fucks into me at a glacial pace. I find I’m more interested in his words than orgasming.
“The Greeks believed people were split in half by Zeus, and needed to seek out their other half. The Chinese tell of the red thread, that fate connects us supernaturally. The Jews have a bashert, or "destined one" we’re connected to. I’m not sure anyone could be as perfect a match for me as you.”
Tears spring to my eyes and I feel my throat clog. I don’t have words to match his, though I know he means them more in an academic way than being romantic. I even find his logical mind attractive. Saying the three words most people want to hear are irrelevant to him, but I feel them in my heart.
“Make love to me, Mac,” I choke out, and he smiles down at me. “I want a piece of you inside of me.”
“With pleasure.”
Mac doesn’t point out that he’s already inside of me, that his cum won’t stay there permanently either. No, he fulfills my request in theway I want the most. Not with tenderness or empty promises. Mac fucks me hard.
When we’re covered in sweat, Mac’s skin flushed red in the lamplight from exertion, he takes my dick in hand and commands, “Come on my cock.”
A shudder races through me as electricity runs up my spine and back to my balls. They seize up as I spill over his fist. I let outburst after burst across my stomach and chest as I shout from the intense pleasure. Mac milks my cock through my aftershocks before gripping my collar in one hand.
“Perfect for me,” Mac whispers as he stills inside of me. I can feel the pulse of his dick unleashing inside of me as my ass tightens around him. When he finishes spilling it all, Mac collapses on top of me. “So perfect.”
Smiling to myself at his words, I can’t help but agree. Right here, in the arms of a killer,mykiller, is the perfect place for me to be.
Chapter thirty
Mac
Doinganinterviewaboutmy assistant’s abduction is a given. I talked about Di’s second kidnapping, with her permission, and how we learned about the connection to a global ring on my show. But my assistant isn’t the only thing they want to talk about.
“Ethan, it must have been quite the ordeal, traveling with Mr. MacKenzie to find Diana Peña?” Carolina Bacerra asks E, her bleach-blonde hair not moving as she shakes her head.
“He prefers Emanuel,” I cut in.
E is his nickname for the few I let close enough to him. Right now that’s me, Di, and my makeup artist on Murder Talk. No one knows he’s also going by his mother’s last name, too. We’re going to keep that private as long as possible. Or until he takes my name.
“Of course, Emanuel,” she corrects, saying the name with the correct accent I can’t quite manage. “How was that time for you?”
“A blur,” E replies, his charming smile coming out like he was made to be a star. He opens and closes his hand on his lap and I take it. I know the questions about our relationship are coming. It’s why Iagreed to do this interview on a New York morning show to get it all out there. “When I realized my own father was connected to taking Mac’s sweet assistant, I knew I had to help get her back.”
“He did leave behind that note detailing his horrific crimes. But, you did get her back,” Carolina says triumphantly, and the crew claps around us with some cheers. “So sad to have happened, not once, but twice. And where is she now?”
“Safe,” I reply, never going to take that bait. “No one will hurt her again."
Di is in the process of redesigning the casita on my property to have her computer cave built into the hillside so she is better protected. She’s a strong, resilient woman, but being kidnapped and tortured takes a toll on someone, and she feels safer behind my walled property, surrounded by wealthy people with a ton of security cameras she can hack. Next month, E and I are taking her to visit her family, with a stop in Cuba.
“We’re all impressed by how you took charge to save someone, and when it turns out to be the father of the man you’re…” Carolina trails off, hoping I’ll fill in the blank.
Lucky for her, it’s part of why I’m here. “The man I’m living with?” I ask, but really I’m answering a lot of questions.
The man I’m seeing or dating isn’t strong enough. E will leave me when he dies, which will hopefully be after me considering he’s over a decade younger than me. We decided to say we’ve been together officially for a couple months. Technically, E has been living with me for about that long.
“Living with! I guess you work fast, or you kept him a secret for longer than we thought?” Carolina asks with a smirk.
If only she knew how fast I worked, from meeting to sex within a few hours. E teases me about that being gay culture, but I think it was just him. I catch his eye and he gives me a secretive smile.
“Easy to work fast when you find your soul mate,” E says, and I can’t help smiling back.
“You two are adorable,” Carolina coos, hearts in her eyes. Then she tilts her head and focuses on me. “And how are you doing with being outed?"
“I’ve always been bisexual. It was never a secret to those close to me.” No one needs to know how few people I allow to get that close. “But having the love of my life by my side means I don’t want to hide him.”
E squeezes my hand at the use of the L word. It is a word we haven’t used in the traditional sense. E is perfect for me because he knows I don’t feel things in the normal way, but as much as I can love anyone, I love him.