Chapter 2

Mac

Her personality…

FUCK! THAT WOMAN IS so goddamn frustrating. Slamming out of Jaxon's Pub, I head toward my truck. I rake my fingers through my hair and have to force myself to not turn around, walk back inside, and shake some sense into Mia. It's been ten fucking years. Ten years of her ignoring me. Ten years of me watching her, pining after her.

I know I hurt her all those years ago. I regret doing so, but she never gave me the chance to explain and tell my side of the story. Hell, there's a big chunk of the story that she doesn't even know. Yes, what she walked in on looked bad, but fuck, I thought it was her. I didn't realize until later, after the fact, that it wasn't. That's no excuse, but it is the truth.

Rage hits me at what Tessa put both Mia and me through. If it weren't for her twisted infatuation it never would have happened. Tessa knew how I felt about Mia. She just didn't care. Everything was all about Tessa and what she wanted. Crazy bitch had an obsession with me back then and did what she could to make sure Mia and I split up. She saw Mia as a threat and eliminated her. And Mia definitely was a threat; she was my whole world back then. I would have done anything, given anything, just to see one smile grace her beautiful face.

After the night of the shit storm that ruined both our lives and happiness, it was a rare sight to see Mia smile. When she did, it was never directed toward me. No, as soon as she caught me staring at one of her stunning smiles, her lips would drift down and it turned into a scowl.

When I reach my truck, I yank open the door and climb inside. I grip the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turn white. From the time I was sixteen years old my life's mission was to make Mia happy. Hell, even before sixteen, it always brightened my day to see Mia and witness her special kind of light.

From the day that Jaxon and I became friends, Mia was always around. She followed us everywhere. You would think that two boys would hate having a little girl trailing after them, but we never minded. Jaxon was always close with his sisters, and I thought Mia wanting to be around her big brother and his friend was sweet.

Over time, I knew that Mia developed a crush on me. Again, that didn't bother me. She was just a cute, innocent little girl with her long midnight black pigtails and rosy cheeks. I thought eventually she would move on to her next big crush, but she never did. She held on to her infatuation with me, and eventually I developed one of my own for her. I always thought she was an adorable kid; the older she got and the more developed she became, the more I noticed her turning into a beautiful young woman. A young woman I started to realize I wanted for my own.

I was sixteen and she was fourteen. We were at the back of Jaxon's property, swimming in the lake. She was wearing a light purple bikini. Nothing skimpy, but to my horny teenage mind it was sexy as fuck. It took everything I had to keep my hands off her and my dick from poking a tent in my shorts.

Mia and I were sitting at the end of the dock, dangling our feet in the water, while Jaxon and a couple of our friends, Nick and Kaylee, were playing around in the lake. We were alone, sitting in silence, watching the others goof around, when suddenly Mia reached over and kissed my cheek. Even though it was an innocent peck, I was still shocked at her bold move. It took me a minute to gather myself and look over at her. What I saw made me fall a little harder. She was peeking up at me with her deep blue eyes through her lashes. Her cheeks were flushed, and I could tell she was embarrassed.

Reaching over, I grabbed her hand, flipped it over, brought the inside of her wrist to my lips, and kissed it. With her wrist still at my lips, I asked her, "Are you sure this is what you want?"

Without hesitation, she nodded vigorously, which caused her small tits to jiggle a little. It took everything I had to keep my eyes on hers and not let them drift down.

Her reaction to my question made my lips tip up into a small smile and I threw my arm around her shoulders to bring her closer to me. She laid her head on my shoulder and I placed a kiss atop it.

It was there that I murmured, "You and me, baby." And I meant it. Once she became mine, I was never letting her go.

I felt her sigh and place her arm around my waist. When I looked down, a small smile was playing on her lips, and I knew she was it for me. Yes, I was only sixteen, but deep down in my heart I knew no one else would ever compare to her. Our relationship was just beginning, but there are times when you just feel that something is right and meant to be. And that was one of those times.

From that day forward, we were always together. Whether it was just the two of us, her hanging with Jaxon and me, or us with Jaxon and our friends, we were inseparable, and that was the way we liked it. Surprisingly, Jaxon was okay from the beginning with the change of my and Mia's relationship. He said he always knew it would happen eventually.

Bringing myself back to the present, I start my truck and pull out of the driveway, suddenly tired and wanting nothing more than to grab another beer, shower, and go to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a long day. The whole community is getting together for the annual Jaded Hollow Spring Carnival. As sheriff of a town that generally doesn't have crime, it's my job to help set up in the courtyard in the center of town.

I pull into the driveway that leads to my century home on the outskirts of town. The small white two-story house sits on 100 acres of land and has been in my family for generations. A few years ago, I had part of it renovated to update all the older wiring and plumbing. It now has a brand-new kitchen and bathroom. When looking for new fixtures, appliances, and such, I stuck with a period look. I didn't want to take away the 1900s look and feel of the house.

When I pull up to the house, the porch light is shining bright, welcoming me home. The entire house is surrounded by a wraparound porch that has a swing attached to the ceiling and a couple of rocking chairs. Above the porch, in the front on the second level, is a balcony with a door leading to the master bedroom. It's small, but big enough to hold a couple of rocking chairs. I've envisioned Mia and me sitting up there sipping coffee dozens of times.

Getting out of my truck, I pocket my keys without locking the door. There is no need to lock doors in this town. We're a tight-knit group. Most of the time we have no worries about burglary or crime.

I walk up the steps and open my front door and am immediately greeted by Loafer, my white-and-brown half-breed Pointer dog, putting her front paws on my lower stomach. I reach down to pat her sides. "Hey, baby girl. You hungry?" She answers by licking the side of my face.

Straightening back up, I make my way to the kitchen with Loafer excitedly trailing behind me. After pouring her a bowl of dry food and placing it on the floor, I open the fridge to get my much-needed beer and take a healthy pull. Leaning back against the counter, I mindlessly watch Loafer chomping down on her food, her tail wagging the entire time.

After several minutes, I drain the last of my beer and toss the bottle in the trash. Leaving Loafer to finish her meal, I head to my bedroom and empty the contents of my pockets on the dresser. From there, I walk into the ensuite bathroom off from the bedroom and turn the shower on to warm up while I undress.

Once inside the shower, I face the showerhead and rest my arms on the wall in front of me. I bow my head and let the hot water beat down on my shoulders.

An image of Mia pops into my head, like so many other nights while I'm in the shower. In this image, she has her head thrown back, laughing at something I said. Her long midnight-black hair is tossed back and almost reaching her ass. I always loved her hair and she knew it. That's why two days after I royally screwed things up, she cut it off into her current pixie style, knowing it would piss me off. She never let it grow back out. Although I loved her longer hair, her current style is hot as fuck too.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to block out the image. It's useless, as one scene turns into another.

We were lying in the back of my truck on a blanket, gazing at the stars. My arm was wrapped around her shoulders, and she had her head on my naked chest. We were both quiet, just listening to the crickets and the rustle of the leaves in the trees around us.

After lying there in the tranquility a few more minutes, I felt a small tentative kiss on my chest. My hand squeezed her hip in warning. Fifteen minutes before I'd called a halt to a heavy petting session. It was getting harder and harder to stop once we got going. Her kissing my chest was asking for trouble, and she knew it.

Instead of heeding my warning, Mia hiked her toned, smooth leg up over my hip and placed it right below my dick. Once there, she slowly brought it up farther and rubbed it against me.

In the shower, I swear I actually feel Mia rubbing her knee against me. Opening my eyes to try and dispel the image, I fight the pull to grab my cock and stroke it, but I lose. I close my eyes again and fist my hard-as-fucking-stone dick slowly, knowing it's a losing battle to try and ignore it.

In my mind, I grab Mia's knee to stop her.

"Fuck, Mia, you gotta stop, baby," I groaned.

Her mouth trailed up my neck to my ear. "I want you, Mac," she whispered there.

At the time, I would have sworn she was trying to kill me. I glide my hand up and down my cock faster at the memory of her words. My breathing has become ragged, and I feel precum leaking at the tip. Even in thoughts, Mia has always been able to get me off faster than any other woman.

Although I knew I would regret it, I decided to give in a little. I could never deny her anything and she knew it. The hand I had on her knee brought her leg up even farther so her warm pussy pressed against my hip. The tiny skirt she was wearing, which Jaxon would have a fit over but I thanked God for, crawled up her leg, giving me the opportunity to run my hand up the back of her thigh. She immediately started grinding against my hip and made small whimpering sounds that drove me wild.

Using my other hand, I tipped her head back and lightly put my lips to hers, running my tongue across them until she opened for me. I thrust my tongue inside to tangle with hers. She tasted of peaches and cream.

When she tried to put her hand on my waiting cock, I jackknifed up in the bed of the truck, taking her with me. Situating her so she was straddling my hips, I grabbed her ass and pulled her flush against me.

Normally, I would have stopped us by then, but with the previous make-out session and that current one, I had been beyond stopping. I didn't take us all the way, but we came damn close

My strokes in the shower become faster. I remember this particular scene vividly. It was one of the heavier times we were together. I know what happened next and I remember the way we both felt afterwards.

Mia wrapped her arms around my neck and plastered her heaving chest against mine. The points of her hard nipples rub against my naked chest through her blouse. I reached up and grabbed a handful of hair and tilted her head so my lips could claim hers again. With her panty-clad sex up against my denim-covered erection, I almost lost control. Even through the denim, I felt the warmth and moisture that leaked from her.

We were both virgins at the time, both wanting to save ourselves for the other. But we'd done enough to say we were no longer innocent.

I rest my head against the shower stall, working my cock faster as my visions get more explicit.

The hand I had wrapped in Mia's hair loosened its grip and slowly traveled down her back until it reached her waist. Once there, I moved my hand around and down until it rested on top of her pubic area. I heard her breath hitch, and it caused my dick to jump in my jeans. I was so fucking hard there was not much room in my pants anymore, and it was becoming painful.

I moved my hand down farther and was met with soaking-wet panties.

"Shit, Mia. You're fucking soaked," I growled into her mouth.

Her response was to pull back and look into my eyes. The desire was plain to see on her face. Her lips were plump, her eyes were at half-mast, and there was a cute flush to her skin.

"Please, Mac. I need…" She stopped and closed her eyes when I flicked my finger over her clit and she let out a low gasp. When I moved my finger away, her eyes opened again and she continued with a moan, "I need you in me."

I was nineteen and she was seventeen. We had two more weeks to wait until she was legal. Even though it was one of the hardest things I had ever done, I refused to give in until she was eighteen.

"You know we can't, Pixie. Only a couple more weeks. A couple more weeks until you'll be mine and I'll be yours."

She dropped her head to my neck and moaned. "I can't wait that long, Mac. I want you now."

I gripped her hair in the one hand that wasn't at her pussy and brought her head back so she had to look at me.

"Baby, you know we have to wait. I'm nineteen and you're only seventeen. I could be put away if someone found out." She released a defeated sigh and placed her forehead against mine.

I moved the base of my hand and put it at her clit, grinding it against her. "Just because I can't slide my cock inside you doesn't mean I can't make you feel good," I whispered in her ear.

I could practically feel the blush I knew was heating her face. She loved it when I talked dirty to her but she was still embarrassed by it.

Gliding my hand from her wet panties, I brought my fingers to the edge and slipped them beneath. She was so fucking wet my finger slipped right inside. She sucked in her breath and released it with a moan.

I slipped another finger inside her and rubbed my thumb on her clit. She threw her head back and the sight nearly had me coming in my jeans. She was so tight against my fingers that I had no idea how I was going to be able to last once I finally did get myself inside her.

"Are you gonna come on my fingers, Mia? Soak my fingers, baby. I want to feel your greedy little pussy gripping me," I said with a growl.

"Mac." She breathed my name and bit her lip as she nodded.

Removing my thumb from her clit, I replaced it with my palm. She ground against it and her breathing became even heavier. She was close. I could feel the tremors in her body and her pussy pulsing against my fingers.

"Fuck my fingers, Pixie. Make yourself come for me. Jesus, you're gorgeous right now. I wish you could see yourself."

My words triggered her orgasm, and I felt her clench tight around my fingers, trying to suck them in farther. She threw back her head and yelled out her release. She was so fucking beautiful when she did that. She may have been only seventeen, but showing her pleasure was so natural for her. And I loved the fact that I was going to be the only one to witness it.

Just as Mia was reaching her climax in my head, I give my own shout in the shower. Creamy strings of cum shoot from the tip of my cock and land on the shower floor before being washed down the drain. I slow my movements and open my eyes. I try to calm my breathing, but the lingering visions still leave me breathless.

I force myself to leave the memories behind, and quickly wash my body. I grab a towel once I'm done and roughly dry myself off. I walk naked out of the bathroom and head toward the bed. On my way, I grab my phone in case I'm needed throughout the night. Such is the duty of being the sheriff.

Lying on my back, I put my hands behind my head and look up to the ceiling. Loafer jumps up on the bed and lies at the end. Mia may not realize it yet, or want to admit it, but things are going to change. No more running from the past. No more avoiding me. She's going to listen to me this time. I don't care if I have to tie her to my bed and force her to listen. She has no choice in the matter anymore. I've let her run the show long enough. There are things she doesn't understand and doesn't know about. Things she never let me tell her. And fuck if I am going to let that shit continue.