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Mac has never been a sound sleeper since being embedded. Two years in a war zone made her wary of every footfall and every noise tends to rouse her. Worse still is the fact that she's not used to sharing a bed with anyone on a regular basis and this has become a bit of a learning curve.
She wakes up in a cold sweat yet again, heart racing. She rolls her eyes, completely annoyed with herself, and brushes a hand against Jackson's shoulder. "Sorry. Bad dream. Did I wake you?"
She wakes up in a cold sweat yet again, heart racing. She rolls her eyes, completely annoyed with herself, and brushes a hand against Jackson's shoulder. "Sorry. Bad dream. Did I wake you?"
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"Fuck," Mac hisses. It's enough to knock her over the edge and she grips his hip tightly, afraid she's going to leave a mark.
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He wouldn't give a shit if she did leave a mark. Why would he? It only takes another couple of thrusts for him to come inside her, face pressed into the crook of her neck as he does.
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Mac strokes his skin lightly, trying to catch her breath. "Oh God, you're good. We're good together."