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Chapter 6

Mac

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ILAUGH AT ANDREW'S ANTICS. The man amazes me to no end with his ability to hit on every man within a one-mile radius. So far, I've avoided his whoring ways tonight, thank God. His current victim is Ethan, and the look on Ethan's face is priceless. We all know he's harmless, but it's still amusing to watch what he comes up with next. The slogan of the night for Andrew's never-ending ridiculous shirts is "Behind every gay man is another gay man."

Ethan looks like he wants to crawl in a hole and die. Karyn, who is standing beside him, is doubled over, laughing. Andrew just offered himself to Ethan to practice on if he needed help with "getting it in the hole". Apparently, he and Karyn went Putt-Putt golfing the other day and Karyn whooped his ass. According to Karyn, he kept complaining that he couldn't get it in the hole and attracted a big crowd.

"All you need is good aim, man. You grab hold of your stick and line it up with the hole. After that, it should plop right in," Andrew says, trying to explain it to Ethan, which only causes us around them to laugh even harder, and Ethan to turn ten shades of red. Poor guy, I feel sorry for him.

Andrew hears my laugh and brings his gaze to mine. Ah shit! He lets loose a big smile and I know I'm in trouble.

"Well, hello there, Sheriff. I didn't see you standing there. You need some of Andrew's advice too?"

I rock back on my heels and take a swig of my beer before replying, "Nope, I think I got it."

"Are you sure? I'd be more than willing to go one-on-one, just to make sure. You never know, you could be doing it all wrong. Maybe you should show me what you got and I'll be the judge on whether you got it right or not." Sweet Jesus! The shit this man comes up with is astounding.

I chuckle at his play. "Think I'll pass, Andrew. I haven't had any complaints so far, but if I ever need help, you'll be the first to know."

He gives me a wink and says, "You do that, Sheriff Sweet Cheeks."

I give him a chin lift and turn to walk back to the house to grab another beer. Once inside, I notice that the kitchen is filled with every kind of food imaginable. It's Jaxon and Bailey's anniversary party and Jaxon's family really knows how to throw a shindig. They leave tomorrow for their weekend getaway. Jaxon told me he was taking Bailey to Islamorada, Florida, down in the Keys.

Just then, I hear the door slide open and I look over. Mia steps inside and yells over her shoulder, "I'll grab it, Bailey."

Without looking in my direction, she heads toward the hallway. Not looking a gifted horse in the mouth, I take this opportunity to talk to her. I follow her and I see her walk into Lilly's bedroom. I stop just outside it and wait for her. When she emerges a couple minutes later, she has her head down and is looking at something in her hand. Right before she runs into me, she looks up and stops.

Today she's wearing a black halter top that leaves her beautifully decorated shoulders bare. She also has on a white ankle-length flowing skirt and black flip-flops. The sight of her in front of me makes my dick get hard. Of course, anytime she's within seeing distance, my stupid fucking dick gets hard. It has a mind of its own and right now, it's screaming, Mine! Take her!

Ignoring my possessive cock's mind, I take a step in her direction. She narrows her eyes at me and takes a step back.

"Stay away from me, Sheriff. Bailey's waiting on me and I need to get back out there," she warns.

Fuck! I love it when she calls me Sheriff. It's something new she's picked up. I don't know why she calls me that. Probably to make our encounters less personal by not using my name. What she doesn't realize is that by her calling me Sheriff, she's made it more personal because she's given me a nickname. Whatever it is, it makes me want to use my handcuffs on her in a way that they're technically not supposed to be used.

"She can wait, Pix. We need to decide when we're going to have that talk." I take another step toward her, and again, she takes another back. Every step I take, she matches me by taking one back. Soon she'll hit the wall and have nowhere else to go, which is just fine with me.

"I've already told you, we're not going to talk. There's no sense dredging up the past. It'll only make it hurt again and you've already hurt me enough."

I flinch at her statement, knowing what she says is true.

After trying for weeks, without success, to talk to her. I finally got my first glimpse of her, and it nearly brought me to my knees. Eyes that were once filled with laughter and love looked dead and sunken in. The hair I loved so much was chopped off and I could tell she had lost some weight. I knew right then that I had no chance. She was already suffering enough; I couldn't make her suffer more. So I let it be, hoping that one day I would get the chance to explain, maybe when I no longer saw the terrible sadness in her eyes.

That time never came. Even now, I see the sadness lurking in her eyes. She may try to hide it, but it's there.

I'm standing right in front of her now, and as I expected, she's backed herself into a corner where she can't escape. I bend down to her level so I can look at her properly.

"You're not the least bit curious why I did what I did?" I ask.

I see her swallow and her eyes dart away from me before she mutters, "No."

I reach up and rub my thumb along her jawline. She closes her eyes and leans her head back against the wall.

"You're a terrible liar, Pix."

Her eyes whip open at my whispered words and she opens her mouth to speak, but I stop her before she has a chance to.

I tilt my head to the side and slam my mouth down on hers. Her mouth is still open from her impending rant, so I take advantage and slip my tongue inside. I groan into her mouth at the first taste I get of her in ten years. It feels like coming home for the first time in forever. Her taste is intoxicating. She tastes just as I remember: peaches and cream.

She's stiff to start with and gives me nothing in response. It doesn't last long though. Soon she has her arms wrapped around my neck and is tugging at me to get closer. I oblige and plaster my body against hers, smashing her against the wall.

I use one of my hands to grab her short hair and angle her head so I can get at her mouth better. My other hand goes down her back, past her ass, to her thigh to gather the thin material of her skirt. Once I have her skirt hiked up and I have my hand on her bare thigh, I tug until she lifts her leg and wraps it around my waist. I feel the heat of her pussy against my cock and it nearly drives me crazy. I grind it against her and she lets off a low moan in my mouth.

I release her lips and trail them down her neck. Fuck! She tastes so damn good! I nip, suck, and feast on her neck like a fucking starved animal. I can't get enough of her addicting taste.

When I'm at her ear, I whisper, "Wrap both legs around me, Pix." She immediately complies and brings both legs around my waist, putting her pussy in better contact with my erection, causing me to groan. I barely hold on to my control, both of our bodies begging me to take her.

I place one of my hands on her ass and discover bare skin. I nearly come in my jeans when I run that same hand around until I find the small strip of material that lies between her ass cheeks. I bring my other hand up to her top and yank the material down, exposing her gorgeous breasts to my hungry gaze and mouth. I lift and slide her up the wall with the hand that's still on her bottom, until her tits are directly in front of me. Leaning forward, I take a nipple in my mouth and bite down gently.

She cries out and my hand immediately goes to cover her mouth. I look up at her and say, "Shh, baby."

She knocks my hand away and looks down at me with glazed-over eyes. Grabbing a handful of my hair, she snarls, "Don't fucking stop, you bastard."

I chuckle at her demand and follow her order by sucking her nipple back in my mouth. I hear the thump of her head hitting the wall and feel her hands rest on my shoulders. Releasing one nipple, I move on to the next.

She grinds her center against my stomach where it's resting and I feel the wetness through her thong getting my shirt wet. I put one arm under her ass so her thigh is resting on my forearm. My right arm muscle strains to keep her upright so I can lean back a little and put my other hand against her wet pussy.

"Goddamn, Mia, you're fucking soaked," I growl at her.

"Just fucking touch me already, goddamn it!" she growls back at me.

My cock hardens even more and my blood pumps faster in my veins at her aggressiveness. I take the tip of my thumb and slide it under the skimpy material of her thong. I'm met with the hottest, wettest fucking pussy I've ever encountered. I slide that same finger up her slit until I reach the bundle of nerves at her center. She lets out a low moan when I reach her clit. When I look up at her, she has her head back with her mouth open, panting heavily.

It's one of the sexiest sights I've ever seen, and it makes me want to thump my chest in triumph for putting it there.

I slip two more fingers inside her panties and run them along her wetness. I put just the tip of one finger inside while I still use my thumb on her clit. I feel her bearing down on me, trying to get more of my fingers in her. I push the rest of my finger in and add the second.

"Oh, God, more," she breathes.

"Look at me, Pix," I tell her, my voice husky.

She looks down at me with lust-filled eyes, eyes that I see every time I fall asleep.

"You want more?" I ask.

"Yesss!" she hisses back at me.

I remove my fingers from her pussy and she whimpers. She doesn't have long to wait to realize that I'm not done. I rip the material away from her pussy and slam three fingers in her.

Her body jerks at my intrusion and she moans loudly, but not out of pain. My eyes are still glued to her face and I'm enraptured at her expression. The hands on my shoulders dig in almost painfully. I pull my fingers almost all the way out and roughly push them back in.

"Fuck, yeah," I hear her say. "I'm almost there. Please, don't stop."

The truth of her words is in the spasming I feel in her pussy. She clenches her walls, trying to bring my fingers in deeper. The sight of her above me with her beautiful breasts on display and on the verge of exploding has my body on edge. It takes everything I have not to open my jeans and pull her down on my demanding and deprived shaft.

Just as I'm about to circle her clit with my thumb, I hear a noise come from the kitchen. I still my movements and cock an ear in that direction.

"Mia," I hear someone call.

"Fuck," I hiss, and feel Mia stiffen above me.

I quickly remove my fingers from my favorite spot and lower her down the wall.

Just as her feet hit the floor, someone steps into the mouth of the hallway. I look and see Jesse standing there. The hallway is dark but not dark enough. There is no way he won't see what we were just doing. I press my body up against Mia, who still has her breasts hanging out of her top and her skirt hiked up. Rage hits me at the thought of Jesse seeing any part of her body. He doesn't move, just stands there staring at us. I decided he's seen enough.

"Leave," I growl.

My tone snaps him out of his daze and he jumps a bit and spins around.

"I… uh… sorry. Jaxon sent me in here to see what was taking so long. I'll… I'll just leave you two alone." He mutters the last and then skedaddles out the hallway. A few seconds later, I hear the door close.

Looking back at Mia, I see her eyes on me, and they are not happy.

Shit! Here we go.

She reaches down and pulls her top back up and shimmies her skirt back down. I take a small step back so she can finish. Once she's done, I open my mouth to speak, but she beats me to it.

"Don't you fucking dare! Not one fucking word!" she says heatedly.

"Mia—" I begin, but am cut off again.

"No! I can't believe I just let that happen. Of all the fucked-up shit I've done, that's got to be at the top of my list." She finishes and looks away from me.

I narrow my eyes at her because she's starting to piss me off. Yes, we probably shouldn't have done that in her mom's hallway, but fuck if she didn't want it.

I grab hold of her chin and force her to look me in my eyes. She tries to pull away, but I don't let her.

"Lie all you want Mia, but you wanted me just then. You wanted it just as much as me. You crave it just as much as me. You need it just as much as me."

"My body may want you, Mac, but my mind and heart don't. They want nothing to do with you. I may not be able to control how my body reacts to yours, but I can damn sure control my mind and heart. Now back the fuck off and let me leave."

We glare at each other for a minute. I take a step back, deciding to battle with her another day. I don't want to push her too far too fast. When I'm far enough away, she leans down to pick up the picture she must have gotten from her mom's bedroom. She turns to leave, and we hear a commotion coming from outside. There are people yelling.

We both rush to the back door just in time to see Bailey rush in front of Jaxon, who is yelling at someone out of our view.

"Oh shit," I hear Mia whisper.

I look down at her and see worry in her eyes.

"What?"

"We need to get out there, Mac, before he does something stupid."

I whip open the door and hear Jaxon yell, "You stay the fuck away from my mom!"

I look over at whom he is talking to and see Lilly standing in front of Mr. Hatley, my old science teacher. She has her hands on his chest, talking to him quietly. His hands are placed over hers. His eyes are on Jaxon, but they are calm.

At Jaxon's outburst, Lilly whips around, marches over to Jaxon, and pokes her finger in his chest. Bailey steps to the side.

"You listen here, Jaxon Walker. You leave Levi alone. I'm a grown woman and can see who I want to see."

Okay, well then, I guess that explains it. I'm shocked as shit to discover Lilly dating Mr. Hatley. Not because she shouldn't, but because in all the years I've known her since her husband left, I've never known her to date. It's good for her. She's a beautiful woman and shouldn't be alone.

I walk over to Jaxon just as he lowers his head to his mother. I hear him say quietly, "Mama, really? Mr. Hatley? I don't like it. You could do so much better."

She laughs at that, but you can tell it's fake. "Would anyone be good enough in your eyes, Jaxon? Why shouldn't it be him? I love him and he loves me. He makes me happy."

His eyes are hard when he says, "I still don't like it."

"Well, too damn bad. Levi is my choice," she says loudly.

"Everything alright here, man?" I ask Jaxon, who is shooting daggers in Mr. Hatley's direction.

"Fuck no, it's not alright. Levi here has been fucking my mom for over two years and I'm just now hearing about it." He snarls out the insult.

I hear Bailey suck in a harsh breath just as Lilly cries, "How dare you!" You can hear the hurt and tears in her voice.

I step in front of him, behind Lilly, and feel Mia walk up beside me. Jaxon is breathing hard, and I notice his hands are balled into fists.

"That was a little harsh, Jaxon. You need to tone it down. Don't say shit you can't take back later," I tell him quietly. I understand his concern, but he needs to watch what he says. Lilly doesn't deserve this, and I know Jaxon will regret his words later once he cools down.

Out the corner of my eye, I see Mr. Hatley walking our way. I turn to him and warn, "I wouldn't, Levi. Jaxon's not in a good place right now.

He doesn't look my way. Keeping his eyes on Jaxon, he says, "I don't give a fuck what place he's in. He has no right to talk about his mother that way."

When he reaches us, he steps up to Lilly, putting himself between her and Jaxon, and within punching distance of Jaxon. He doesn't seem to care; his only goal is getting to Lilly. I watch closely, just in case Jaxon makes a move, as he pulls Lilly to him and wraps his arms around her. She buries her head against his shirt and cries quietly. Mia comes up beside them and rubs her hand along her back, all the while shooting laser beams out her eyes at Jaxon. Bailey comes to stand beside Jaxon and grabs onto his arm, as if she knows at any second Jaxon may lose it.

Mr. Hatley looks over Lilly's head and addresses Jaxon.

"Jaxon, I understand you want to protect your mother. I get it. Lilly is a very special woman. We're both sorry that you're just now hearing about us. We both felt it was better to wait, under the circumstances. I love her. I have for a long time. And she loves me. With that being said, if I ever hear you disrespecting your mother the way you just did, I'll kick your ass."

Oh shit.

I brace myself for the impending attack I know is coming. I have no doubt that if push comes to shove, Jaxon could take Mr. Hatley. However, looking over at Mr. Hatley, I also know he'll put up a good fight. He may be slimmer than Jaxon and a few inches shorter, but you can see the determination in his eyes.

When I bring my eyes back to Jaxon, he has a fierce look. His body is stiff and it looks like he's barely holding on to his anger. All of a sudden, his expression relaxes and I see a twitch to his lips. The twitch turns into a smirk. I watch in astonishment as the smirk turns into a grin.

"You'll do, Mr. Hatley," Jaxon finally says.

We all stare with shock on our faces as Jaxon frees his arm from Bailey's grip and sticks his hand out for Mr. Hatley to shake. He eyes it for a minute before unwrapping one arm from around Lilly and taking Jaxon's offered hand.

"You take good care of my mom, Levi. You don't and there's no place you can hide from the hell storm I'll bring down on you," Jaxon says, while shaking his hand.

"You got it, Jaxon. I promise your mother is safe with me," Mr. Hatley replies. However, he doesn't stop there. "I've asked her to marry me, and she said yes."

Jaxon's eyes flicker with something that I'm not sure of before he mutters, "Figures."

We all breathe a sigh of relief, now that the tension has lifted.

Jaxon walks up behind his mother and gently lays a hand on her back.

"Mama," he says quietly.

She turns her tear-stained face in his direction and launches herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around him tightly. Jaxon brings her in to his body and bends his head to the top of her. I hear him say softly, "I'm so sorry, Mama."

She lifts her head and stares at him for a minute. She then brings her hand up to cup his face. "It's okay, sweetie. I know you just want to look out for me. I've never been happier, Jaxon. Levi has done that for me."

His gaze is soft when he replies, "I'm glad. I love you and want you to be happy. You deserve it and if he gives that to you, then you have my blessing. Besides, I think if I were to try to stop it, I would have a very pissed-off science teacher after me. I'm sure he has all kinds of chemicals and shit at his disposal and could come up with some pretty damn creative ways to make my life hell."

We all join in with Lilly when she laughs at Jaxon's joke, and the last bit of tension leaves the air.

I look over at Mia and see a soft expression on her face while she watches Jaxon and her mom. I miss those soft expressions. They are so few and far between that each time I see one it's like glimpsing a piece of heaven. She must feel my gaze on her because she looks up at me and for a split second, I see heat enter her eyes before it is replaced with the disgust I know she feels for me.

I sigh and shake my head. I made a little headway in the hallway. At least she let me touch her without revulsion entering her face. After her reaction to me, now more than ever, I am determined to do whatever possible to get her to listen to me. It's only a matter of time. I know I may not win back her heart and have her forgiveness, but I hope she'll at least let go of some of the anger and pain.

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