Chapter 17

Mac

Her breasts…

THE DRIVE IS QUIET on the way home. I glance over and see Mia sound asleep. There's a frown line between her eyes, and I reach over and run my finger over it. She releases a quiet sigh, and the frown line disappears.

I turn my head back to the road and grip the steering wheel tightly, ready to do major damage to the ones who hurt her. If Andrew and the girls had waited just a few more minutes to go look for her, then the damage could have been much worse. It was already bad enough, but if that guy had managed to put his dick in her, then nothing would have held me back from killing him. I want to rage, because we are no closer to finding out who paid the guy to rape her. I make a silent promise to Mia and myself that nothing like that will ever happen again. The first person on my suspect list is Tessa, and she had better hope to God she wasn't involved. I'll make her life a living hell before I arrest her. No, it's not professional, but at this point I don't give a shit. She may be my son's mother, but that won't stop me from destroying her, by any means necessary.

I drive past Mia's driveway and head to mine instead. She's going to be pissed when she realizes she's spending the night with me, but she'll have to get over it. No way am I leaving her alone for the night. The drugs may be almost out of her system, but there's still a chance that she could have a reaction. There's also the fact that I need to be with her, at least for the night.

I pull into the driveway and turn the truck off. I turn to face Mia and watch her for a few minutes before I wake her. Her normally red-and-black spiky hair lies flat on her head. The perpetual stern face she shows everyone is gone and is replaced with a sweet, innocent look. She tries so hard to keep most people at arm's length. Her attitude and demeanor usually keep everyone away. Only the people who know her well, and whom she allows in know the true Mia.

I reach over and run my finger down her cheek, while saying quietly so I don't startle her, "Mia."

She stirs and opens her eyes. She looks confused for a minute and then sits up and looks around.

"Why are we here?" she asks sleepily.

Preparing myself for the battle, I tell her, "You're staying here tonight."

Her eyes fly to mine, and I see stubbornness. She can fight it all she wants. She's not getting her way in this. "No, I'm not. Take me home, Sheriff, or I'll call Jaxon to come get me."

"Actually, you are. You need someone to keep an eye on you. You heard what the doctor said."

"Okay, that's fine. I can stay with Jaxon and Bailey." She crosses her arms over her chest.

"Or you can stay here." I sigh, and shake my head at the determination I see on her face. "Look, Pix, I need you here because I need to be the one to watch over you. It almost broke me seeing you in that hospital bed, and what put you there. Please, don't fight me on this. Can you give me that?"

She stares at me a few seconds, and I think she's going to protest further, but then her harsh expression softens. She gives me an understanding smile. "Okay, Mac, I'll spend one night."

"Thank you," I say quietly, and get out of the truck. I walk around and open her door. When I reach in to grab her, she slaps my hand away.

"I'll stay, only if you let me walk myself. I'm not some weakling that can't care for herself."

I grin at her and take a step back. At her wince when she slides across the seat and steps down, I almost ignore her demand to do it herself, but I don't want to push my luck. She has no choice but to stay, but I don't want to argue with her the whole time. I already know we're going to have a heated discussion about me not telling her about her tire.

We walk up the steps and into the house. As soon as the door is open, Loafer comes bounding out of the living room. She only pauses for a split second before throwing her paws up on my stomach for her rub. After, she moves to Mia, who bends down to give her a rub herself. Mia chuckles as Loafer licks her face.

I throw my keys and phone onto the little table by the door and head toward the kitchen, saying over my shoulder, "I need to get her some food. Would you like a drink?"

"Some water would be great," she says, as she follows me into the kitchen and takes a seat at the bar.

I reach into the fridge for a bottle of water for her and a beer for me. After I pour Loafer her food, I lean back against the counter and regard Mia. She's watching Loafer eat with a small smile.

"Are you hungry?" I ask her.

"A little."

"Go have a seat in the living room and watch TV while I make us something. How does reheated chili sound?"

"It sounds great. Is it your mom's recipe?" she asks. She used to love my mom's chili. Anytime my mom made it, Mia made sure she was over that night for dinner.

I grin at her when I answer, "You know it."

She smiles back at me and slowly hops down from the stool. I can tell she's still in pain, and a flash of anger runs through me.

Loafer is done eating, so Mia clicks her tongue to call her into the living room with her. I turn and get the container of cold chili out of the fridge. When I'm done heating it up, I walk into the living room and see Mia curled up on the couch with Loafer by her side, watching a comedy.

"Food's done," I tell her, and watch her get up from the couch. We sit at the table and eat for a few minutes in silence before she brings up the subject I'm dreading.

"Why didn't you tell me about my tire, Mac?"

I put down my spoon and pick up my beer and take a swallow before answering. "Because I wanted to find out who slashed it first. I didn't want you to worry until I found out some answers."

She contemplates my reason for keeping it from her. I can see her weighing my decision by the cute little pucker in her brow and the lip biting she has going on. This is not the Mia I've seen the last ten years. The new Mia would have given me shit no matter what my reasons were. No, this is the old Mia. And while I've grown used to the Mia of now, and find her attitude intriguing and hot as shit, I still miss the old Mia as well. I can only imagine the two converging. They will be a force to be reckoned with and will play havoc on my need to have her beneath me.

She finally comes to a decision, and it's one that shows both sides of her. She gives it to me straight, but doesn't bite my head off in the process.

"Don't do it again. I understand your reasoning, but next time tell me. I don't like being left in the dark. I should have been told."

I nod and give her that. I don't regret not telling her. It would have only pissed her off and worried her. But I don't tell her that. I've gotten off easy, and I know when to give in.

"I can do that," I tell her, and she nods.

"Do you have any idea who it could be?" she asks me.

"I have one person in mind," I tell her quietly. I wait for a minute before I say, "Tessa."

"That's what I was thinking as well. Do you really think she hates me so much she would pay someone to rape me?"

"I don't know, but I plan on finding out."

Mia looks like she wants to ask me something else, but shakes her head. She winces at the movement.

"How's your head?"

"It's better, thank you. I should be brand new tomorrow."

I don't know about that, but I'm sure she'll feel a lot better. The soreness of what the guy did will probably linger a few days though. The thought makes me want to put my fist through a wall.

We finish our meal with small talk. She tells me about how she found out Lilly and Levi were seeing each other. She shivers, and I laugh at her. She glares at me, telling me the image will forever be embedded in her memory. I tell her more about the new horses I have. Our conversation is light, and we both enjoy it.

She tries to clear the table, but I tell her to go rest in the living room while I clean up. When I walk out of the kitchen a few minutes later, Mia is asleep with her head on the armrest. Loafer has her head in Mia's lap. I walk over and call Loafer down. She slips down with a disgruntled sigh.

Too bad, girl. Mia is mine tonight.

I carefully pick Mia's head up off the armrest, sit down, and place her head in my lap. I look down at her sleeping face, which is turned toward the TV. Mia exhales and places her hand underneath her head, which puts it just inches from my cock. Her fingers brush against me, and I hiss out a breath, bringing my dick to life. Trying not to think about how close her hand is, I sift my fingers through her hair. She looks so innocent in sleep. I know I shouldn't, but I run my finger along her soft lips. They part slightly, and it takes everything in me not to slip my finger inside. Mia has always had a way about her that got to me. Even when she hated me, I still had to fight taking her in my arms and demanding a different reaction from her than hatred. Her allure has gotten stronger over the years.

I look down at her body. She has on a pair of tight black yoga pants and a dark green form-fitting t-shirt that Bailey brought for her at the hospital. Her feet are bare, and I see her black-painted toenails. Feet normally do nothing for me, but Mia has cute feet. I would love to nibble the arch of her foot and then travel my lips up her leg until I reach her delicious center. I wonder if she tastes the same as she did ten years ago.

I know I shouldn't be thinking these thoughts because of what she went through last night, but I'm incapable of stopping them from forming.

She adjusts on my lap, and her fingers graze my hard cock again. I drop my head back on the couch and let out a low moan. I'm thinking I probably should have just carried her to bed and left her there. It's torture sitting here with her head in my lap and not able to do anything. But I want to be close to her. It is a need I can't deny myself.

I'm a sick bastard for sitting here imagining what I would like to do to her, and her do to me. Just a few more minutes and I'll carry her to my bed and go sleep in T's. Just a few more minutes of feeling her against me.

I continue to brush my fingers lightly through her hair. I place my other hand on her waist, right above her hip, and rub my finger against the exposed skin there. What I wouldn't give to slip my fingers inside her tight pants and feel my way around until I come across her pussy. I feel like a lecherous asshole, but that doesn't stop my thoughts, or my fingers from rubbing that torturous piece of flesh peeking out from her shirt. Of course, I'll go no further, but I'll give myself this little bit.

Just as I'm about to get up and put Mia to bed, I feel her fingers flex on my thigh. I hold my breath, wondering if she's awake. I have no doubt she'd rip me a new one if she knew the thoughts running through my head right now.

At first, I think she's still asleep, but then I hear her breath catch when the tip of my finger barely slips inside the band of her pants. I think about stopping. I know I should stop, but I don't. I continue running my finger along her soft skin. Her fingers once again move, and she again bumps my dick. It jumps in response. I know she's awake now because at my jump, she lets out a little moan and presses her fingers more firmly against me.

Neither one of us says anything, just continues to tease each other. Knowing I shouldn't, but doing so anyway, I allow my fingers to drift a little farther into her pants. Mia's breathing becomes heavier with my movement. Through the denim of my pants, I feel her rake her nails against my cock, and it sends a shock wave through me.

Fuck!

I groan and tighten my fingers in her hair. She moans and moves her head so her cheek rubs against me. A growl rips from my throat before I can hold it in.

Mia dislodges my hand from her hair and sits up. Her eyes radiate a heat so hot it nearly scorches me. I force myself to not grab her and throw her down on the couch and fuck her senseless. That can't happen tonight. She's sore and I won't add to that.

Mia moves around, throws a leg over my lap, and straddles my hips. She sits back and I feel her warmth envelop me. She grips handfuls of my hair and slants her lips over mine. I knew from when we went at each other in her mom's hallway that Mia would be a demanding lover.

I grab her hips and bring her closer, not too tight so as not to cause her pain, but enough to feel her flush against me. She groans into my mouth at the first contact. I'm not ashamed to admit I nearly explode. I rear back and reach behind me to grip my shirt and pull it over my head. As I do this, Mia does the same with hers. She opted out of wearing a bra home from the hospital, and I thank the heavens that she did.

"Fuck, Pix, you're gorgeous," I growl, and then lean forward and take a hard nipple into my mouth. I twirl my tongue around the tip and then scrape my teeth against it. She digs her nails into my scalp and lets out a cry. I switch to the other nipple and apply the same treatment.

"Mac!" she gasps.

I look up at her and see her eyes flaring.

"What, baby?" I whisper.

"I want you, Mac," she moans at me.

It's hard to say the words, but I tell her, "Not tonight, Pix. You've been through enough."

Her eyes flash before she practically growls, "I don't fucking care about that. I need you."

"I'll still make you feel good, but we're not fucking tonight."

I reach up, put my hands on either side of her head and bring her lips down to mine. Her taste is intoxicating, and I swear I'll never get enough of her. Our tongues tangle and battle for dominance. I release my hands from her head and wrap them around her waist, bringing her naked tits up against my bare chest. I feel the hard points of her nipples brushing against me and I have to clench my hands behind her back to keep from throwing her down on the floor and devouring her. She throws her arms around my neck and rakes her nails down my back. I hiss at the exquisite pain.

I take my lips from hers and push back until she's standing between my legs.

"Off," I growl at her, and tug down her pants.

She helps by kicking them off. I sit back and stare at her. Her body is a work of art, and not just from the multitude of tattoos she sports, although those definitely add to the appeal of her. She's a small girl with a tiny waist and flared hips. Her breast aren't huge, each one a handful. Her skin is naturally tanned and flawless. She has a toned body that she doesn't need to work at.

I kick her legs apart slightly and bring my face to the apex of her thighs. I force myself to look past the bruises there. I don't want to ruin this moment by going on a rampage.

I let my face linger and breathe in her scent. Her hands go back to my hair and give it a tug, trying to bring me closer to her succulent flesh. I run my hands up her smooth legs until I reach her pussy. My thumbs meet her wet center, and I swipe them against her clit. She throws her head back and cries out. I take one thumb and start at her opening, brushing it through her folds until I meet her clit, where I swirl it around the bundle of nerves there. I do the same with the other thumb.

"Mac, please…"

"What, baby? What do you want me to do?" I ask her.

"I need your mouth on me," she pleads with me.

Putting her out of her misery, I take my thumbs, spread her lips wide, and swipe my tongue all the way from her drenched pussy to her clit. She tastes phenomenal. I could live off her sweet taste all day, every day. I take the nub between my lips and suck hard, flicking my tongue at the same time.

She calls out my name at the same time I feel her legs go weak. I bring my arms around her hips to steady her. I stiffen my tongue and bring it back to her opening, pushing it in as far as I can. She clenches around my tongue, and I know she's close. As much as I want her to come on my face, I have other plans for her.

She protests and tries to yank me back when I pull my face away.

"Shhh… we're not done yet, Pix." I reach down, unbutton my jeans, and pull down my zipper. I don't wear underwear so my cock springs free. I watch Mia as I slowly stroke myself. She licks her lips as if she wants nothing more than to take my dick into her mouth. I nearly combust at the thought. I lift my hips and pull my pants the rest of the way off. Kicking them to the side, I sit back and pat my lap. "Bring that pussy over here."

She steps forward and is forced to spread her legs to straddle me again. I see her glistening, and I want to dive my face back in between her legs. As soon as she's settled, I bring her hips closer until I feel her warm pussy against my dick.

"Oh, shit, that feels so good," she breathes.

"I know, baby," I groan. She feels so fucking amazing. She's slick, and my cock slides perfectly between her lips.

"Look, Pix. Watch my cock slide against your pussy." My words bring a flush to her face. Not from embarrassment, but from excitement. She glances down, and sucks in a breath at the picture. I look down as well and see my dick covered in her juices.

I watch as I carefully glide her back and forth over me. Mia's hands go to my shoulders and her nails dig in. The warmth of her is almost too much to bear. I'm on the edge, but I hold on. I need her to come first.

I look up to see her still watching our bodies. She looks up at me when she sees me looking at her. I grab her hair and bring her forward. At her lips, I grit out, "I need you to come first."

She closes the distance between our lips and attacks my mouth with fervor. She grinds her hips down on me, and I try to pull her hips back, but she growls into my mouth. She starts moving her hips faster, and my balls draw up. I can feel her wet pussy sliding against them as well. I'm about to explode when she yanks her head back from mine and cries out.

The pleasure I see on her face and the spasming I feel from her pussy send me over the edge. I shout out the fiercest fucking release I've ever had. Jet after jet comes pouring out of me to land on her pussy and both our stomachs.

She drops her head to the crook of my neck. After several minutes, our breathing comes back to semi normal. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. Her pussy snug against my cock brings it back to life, but I ignore it. Her breathing is evening out, and I know she's almost asleep.

I bring her to my room and set her down in the middle of the bed. Her eyes watch me drowsily as I walk into the bathroom. After cleaning myself up, I wet a washcloth with warm water and walk back out. Mia's asleep in the center of my bed. It's a sight I've wanted to see for years. I watch her for a few minutes before walking over and carefully cleaning her up as well.

I drop the washcloth into the laundry basket and crawl into bed beside Mia. I wrap an arm around her and bring her up against me. She doesn't wake up as she snuggles even closer, laying her head down on my chest. I close my eyes and cherish this moment, hoping that I get many more nights like this.