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“Yes, I do. I like being your man. Now give me what I want.” His finger ran over her clit, pressing with exactly the right amount of strength, and it wasn’t long before she was moaning and shoving up against his finger, trying to ride it. She could feel his cock hard against her back and she shivered in anticipation. She would have him inside her soon and she would be complete again. Being with Macon was addictive.

He hit the perfect spot and her body was awash in sweet sensation.

Even as she pulsed with the aftereffects, he was using those big muscled arms of his to move her around.

“Turn around, baby. I want you to ride me.” He helped her up and then went to work on the condom. Her knees were weak, but it was a good feeling. She watched as he rolled the condom over his cock.

After they were married she would get on birth control until they were ready for babies. She was going to have them. There was no doubt about that. She wanted a couple of mini-hims running around in the world. Tears struck her eyes as she thought about it. She could have a family again. She could build a life that was good for Macon and their kids. It was everything she’d ever longed for.

“Baby.” His hand came out and he seemed to understand what her tears were about. He didn’t ask her if she was afraid or offer to stop. He guided her onto his lap, settling her down and sighing as she straddled him and started to lower herself. “I love you so much, Ally.”

“I love you, too.” She worked her way down. Despite her arousal, he was still so big she had to move slowly to take him. This was what she needed always. This connection was her real home.

She moved up and down, his hands circling her waist and helping to guide her. She held on tight, pressing her chest to his, her nipples rasping against that dusting of hair. His mouth came down on hers, his tongue taking her in a rhythm that matched his cock.

Every movement brought her closer and closer to the edge, but she didn’t want it to stop. This was heaven. She surrounded herself with him, lost herself in his arms.

She was getting married. Her and Macon against the world. That was what she’d thought it would be like if she ever found her other half. It would be her and her man against the rough cruel world, but even that had softened when she found Macon. She’d realized the world didn’t have to be so bad. She’d found this odd family and she belonged. The world was suddenly filled with possibilities.

“My beautiful girl,” he whispered as he picked up the pace. He was lifting her with every thrust. “I bless the day you walked in here.”

“Best day of my life.” She moved with him and before she was ready, her body was tightening, inner muscles clamping down to milk his cock.

He shuddered and he held on to her as they both went reeling.

She slumped forward, her body exhausted and her mind still for once.

His arms wrapped around her and he held her close. “By this time next week, you’re going to be my wife.”

She cuddled against him. “I will make sure to send your old one an announcement.”



Thirty minutes later she’d ensured that Chef Taggart’s office was a model of cleanliness and perfect hygiene. Macon had an extra pair of pants in his gym bag so they were both back to looking somewhat respectable.

She looked at the door Macon had gone out not ten minutes before. Once she opened it, everyone would know.

Except they already knew. They would just know that she knew that they knew.

Screw it. She marched right out. So what if everyone knew she’d made love to the hottest, nicest, most perfect man on the planet.

The minute she walked out the cheering began. She blushed furiously because it seemed like the entire crew was waiting and they’d popped open some champagne.

She looked over at Macon, who walked toward her with a glass in his hand. “You told.”

He shrugged. “Deena said she was going to get her shotgun if I didn’t make an honest woman out of you.”

“I did you a favor,” Deena said with a smile. “You shouldn’t let a man who makes you scream like that go.”

“He makes pies like he makes love,” Big Tag said with a shake of his head. “Congratulations to both of you.”

Chef Taggart was standing by his big brother. Sean’s wife had joined them. Grace was holding their daughter on her hip and she winked their way as her husband stepped up and held up a glass. “To our very first workplace romance to end happily. No, Javi, I’m not counting that socialite you banged in the restroom. She wasn’t an employee and the entire relationship only lasted through the first course.”

Javier grinned. “But it was a good first course, boss.”

Sean shook his head. “You guys are going to kill me. Let’s turn this dinner into a celebration. To Macon and Ally.”

“To Macon and Ally,” the group said in unison.

“Or should we call you Sarah?” a dark voice interrupted.

Adam Miles walked up from the back, his eyes going straight to hers.

Macon’s brother knew everything. Her time as Ally was over.





CHAPTER EIGHT





Macon followed his brother into the kitchen, well aware that they were leaving a rather stunned audience in their wake. Ally’s hand was firmly in his grasp. He was afraid she would disappear if he didn’t keep hold of her.

“Can we go outside? I would love to keep whatever scene is about to play out private,” he told his brother, who seemed to have gotten something stuck right up his ass since the last time he’d seen him. Ally had gone pale when Adam had called her Sarah.

Who the hell was Sarah? Was Ally going by her middle name? He wouldn’t blame her. He often thought he could have saved himself years of “Macon Bacon” torture if he’d gone by Phillip. Why would Adam be so upset by a name?

Adam nodded briefly and started for the door that led to the back.

Ally tugged on his hand. “I think I should go.”

He tugged right back. “You’re not going anywhere. Baby¸ whatever Adam’s pissed about, I’ll handle it. He can get overprotective at times. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m not being overprotective. I’m being exactly the right amount of protective,” Adam explained.

Macon led Ally outside and let the door close. He was sure someone would likely try to snoop, but they would be hard pressed to hear them out here. This was a family matter. It looked like his brother had taken his role too seriously and found out about Ally’s past. Adam likely had been surprised to find out she had a dad in jail.

“I need to talk to you, Macon.” Tears shone in Ally’s eyes and she had both hands on his arms, entreating him.

God, when she cried it was like someone kicked him in the gut. “It’s going to be fine. Tell me what you need to say.” He glared at his big brother. “And you should stay out of it, Adam. I’m grateful, truly grateful for everything you’ve done, but if you’ve pulled up dirt on my girlfriend, you’ve gone too far. She’s already told me about her father. I know he’s in prison.”

Macon should have told Adam. He should have known that Adam would run some kind of check on Ally. But her father’s crimes weren’t her fault. Not by a long shot. Her childhood had been a chaotic shit storm, but she’d come out of it beautifully.

Adam frowned. “I didn’t run a check on Ally. I told you. Sean hired her and that was good enough for me. You did ask me to find out everything I could about Sarah Rowe. Should I tell him or would you like to?”

Adam’s last question had been directed at Ally.

Macon’s whole body went cold despite the relative warmth of the early evening. He did know a Sarah now that he thought about it. Sarah Rowe had been intent on talking to him. She’d told him in one e-mail that she would get to the bottom of her brother’s death no matter what it would cost her.

Would she get in bed with the enemy if it meant finding the truth?

He did the math in his head and quickly realized his Ally was the right age to be Ronnie’s sister. She even came from the right part of the world, if she hadn’t lied about it.

He slowly let go of her hand and turned to face the woman he loved, wondering if he even knew her name. “Tell me it isn’t true.”

It was starting to get dark, but he could plainly see her face in the early evening light. The last vestiges of sunlight swept across her hair, illuminating the strands. Her hair normally was a rich brown, but the sunset showed the blonde and red that mixed in. She really was a luscious woman. Was she a liar, too?

Red rimmed her eyes. “I can explain.”

There was no explanation. None that he would accept, but he couldn’t seem to make himself move. It was a little like after he’d lost his leg. He’d tried to make it move, his brain sending messages to a limb that was no longer there. He stood there trying to process the fact that he’d built a whole world around something that didn’t exist, that had never really existed. “Ally” had been a character she’d been playing, a construct built to get close to the target. That’s what he was. He wasn’t a boyfriend or a fiancé to her. He was the target.

“I’d like to hear an explanation,” Adam said, his voice cutting through the dreadfully heavy silence. “Macon asked me to locate Private First Class Rowe’s family. I could only come up with his mother, Carla, who died a few months back. When I dug deeper, I discovered a woman named Sarah Allyson Jones had been living with her at the time of her death. Imagine my surprise when I got your records. It might have been better if you’d at least tried. Next time dye your hair or change up your look.”