by Alex Grayson
After the horses are settled in the pasture, we grab our picnic items and my jar of sand and shells and walk, hand in hand to the house. I still have a giddy feeling at the thought of Mac getting me the sand and shells. Even though I was so hateful to him for all those years, he still thought of me when he was at the beach.
“Can you stay for dinner, or do you work tonight?” Mac asks as we walk up the steps.
“I do, but I have the later shift tonight. I can stay for a little while.”
“Good. How does beef stroganoff sound?”
“It sounds wonderful,” I tell him.
When we make it to the door, I’m suddenly shoved to the side and pushed up against the house. Mac is right there plastered against me. He only looks into my eyes a second before his mouth slams down on mine. I tip my head back, go up on my tippy toes, and throw my arms around him.
Mac sucks my tongue into his mouth and twirls it with his own. I bite down on his bottom lip, causing him to groan. I lift my leg and wrap it around his hip, bringing my pussy flush against his steel hard cock.
The kiss doesn’t last long, but long enough to have us out of breath when we pull away.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he says with a goofy grin. “I know once we go inside, I can’t touch you like I want to. I needed something to tie me over.”
I giggle like a damn school girl at his playful behavior, which is something I haven’t done in a long time. Mac is causing me to do a lot of things I’ve never done before or haven’t done in a while. I feel freer to be the old me since I’ve found out the truth.
“You can shove me up against the wall anytime you like, Sheriff, just make sure you can follow through with it later,” I taunt him with a flirty smile before slipping out from him and the wall. He smacks my ass as I walk by him, making me squeal. Again, something I don’t normally do.
We walk into a side door that leads to a mudroom. It holds the washer and dryer, a utility sink, and other normal things you might see in one. Holding my hand, he leads me through the door that goes into the kitchen. When we walk in, Trent looks up from the table where he is sitting in front of a small laptop.
“Hey, T, everything go okay here?” Mac asks, letting go of my hand and setting our stuff down on the counter.
Trent briefly looks up to us before looking back down at the computer. “Yep, everything was great.” From the tone of his voice, I can tell he didn’t care for us going out together.
“Dinner’s going to be a little early tonight. Mia’s going to stay and eat with us before she goes to work,”
Trent doesn’t respond to his dad’s statement, and when I look at Mac, I can see Trent’s attitude is really starting to bother him.
“Hello, Trent,” I say, trying to defuse the tension in the air. I am bound and determined to get this kid to like me. I know I need to tread carefully, or I could make the situation worse.
“Hey,” he says without looking up at me. I don’t let his attitude deter me. I glance over at Mac and see him propped up against the counter watching us. I take a seat next to Trent and lean over so I can see his computer screen.
“What are you playing?” I ask him.
He doesn’t look too happy with me being nosy, but when he looks over to Mac, his expression changes slightly.
“Creativerse.”
“I’ve heard of that one. Isn’t it like Minecaft?”
“Yeah. Do you…” he trails off, and I can see him fighting with himself over something. I watch him, hoping he’ll finish what he was going to say. Finally, he does. “Do you want to try it?”
“Sure, I’d love to. Will you teach me?” I ask and scoot my chair closer to him.
“Okay.” Trent turns his laptop towards me a bit, and he starts talking me through how to play the game. His words are stilted and a little hard, but the more he talks, the less tense he gets.
I hear Mac working in the kitchen, and I glance up every so often to see him preparing dinner. A few times when I look at him, I catch him quietly watching us with a soft look on his face. Each time I give him a smile.
Several hours later, dinner is ready and Trent and I are laughing at some of the things we’ve created in the game. Trent hasn’t totally loosened up towards me, but I think we’ve made progress. I get up from the table to help Mac finish with dinner by getting the plates and silverware.
“Are the plates in the same place?” I ask, stepping up beside him.
“Yes,” he says and sneaks a peek over his shoulder at Trent. When he sees his eyes glued to the screen, he leans over and plants a quick kiss on my lips.
“I think that went well.” I grab three plates down from the cabinet and silverware out of the drawer in front of me.
“It did. I haven’t seen him laugh in weeks. Thank you.”
His words break my heart. He loves Trent so much. I can only imagine how much it must hurt him to know his son is going through whatever he’s going through and not be able to do anything to help.
“He’ll be okay, Mac. Just give him space. He’s about the age to start hitting puberty, so that may be a little of what’s bothering him.”
He looks doubtfully back at T. “Yeah, maybe that’s it.”
I take the plates and silverware and set them on the table.
“Hey, T, why don’t you go put the laptop away and wash your hands? Dinner’s almost ready,” Mac says and puts down a plate of rolls on the table.
Trent gets up, closes his laptop, and carries it out of the kitchen. By the time he comes back, the table is set, and we all sit down to eat. I’m surprised at how good the food tastes. Mac must have picked up his mom’s talent in the kitchen.
“This is really good,” I say after I swallow my first bite of the beef stroganoff.
“It’s another one of my mom’s recipes.”
“You’ve just become Mr. Betty Crocker, haven’t you?” I tell him with a laughter in my voice to show I’m joking.
“Very funny. You know my mom’s big into cooking. She made sure I knew how to care for myself before I left home.”
I take another bite of the delicious food before asking. “What happened to your house that you bought?” He bought a small house on the edge of town six months before my eighteenth birthday. He didn’t allow me at his house very often. He said that the temptation of having me alone was too great.
“I sold it when my parents moved and asked me to stay here. I had always loved this house and knew one day it would be mine. I just didn’t think it would be quite so soon.”
We talked for a bit longer about all the things Mac still wanted to do to the house. I’d ask Trent questions, trying to draw him into our conversation so he wouldn’t feel left out. Our talk was easy and I could feel Trent open up more.
We finish eating, and Mac and I both get up to clean the table. T goes to his room to play more video games. I load the dishwasher while he wipes down the counters and puts away the leftovers. Our movements are in tandem with each other, and it feels like we’ve been doing this for years.
By the time we’re done, it’s time for me to leave, which I’m dreading because I don’t want to leave…ever. I have a strong feeling that this is where I belong, with Mac and Trent. I know I’m not Trent’s mother, but the one he has is doing a shitty job and I would love to make up where she lacks.
Mac wraps me in a hug once we get to my car, and I look up at him. “Thank you for dinner. It was delicious. And thank you for taking me to ride the horses. I’ve really missed riding.”
He tucks a short piece of my hair behind my ear. “Any time you want to go, just let me know.”
I nod and reach up on my tippy toes to kiss him. It’s short and sweet, yet so much more. I swear I could kiss this man like this all day and never get tired of it.
He grips my hips and forces me backwards, but rests his forehead against mine. “You need to go before I take you right here against your car.”
I would definitely not be opposed to that, bu
t we have to think of Trent. I definitely don’t want to have anything to do with traumatizing him.
Disappointed and filled with sexual frustration, I nod my head and step back from him. He opens my door, and I get inside. Mac bends down for another brief kiss, “Call me when you get home.”
“Okay,” I tell him. He closes my door, and I start my car and head home.
When I pull up to the house five minutes later, it’s fully dark out. I could have sworn I left my porch light on when I left, but I may be mistaken. That or my damn electricity went out again. One bad thing about living out in the sticks is the electric company taking forever to fix shit. It seems like every other day the damn thing’s down for whatever reason.
I climb the stairs and approach my door. I need to hurry and get ready for work, or I’m going to be late. I open the door to a pitch-black home. Using the tiny keychain light on my key ring, I navigate to my bedroom to change clothes. I grab what I need out of the closet, and walk to the bathroom. Right after I manage to change without breaking my neck, the lights flicker on and I breathe a sigh of relief, surprised it didn’t take longer.
Now that the electricity is on, I can wash my face. After doing that, I walk out of my bathroom and stop dead in my tracks. A shiver of fear races up my spine a split second before pure rage takes over once I see the words painted on my wall.
‘I had him first!!’ Is scrawled across my wall in big, bold, red letters. She also plastered the entire wall full of pictures. Taking a step closer, I rip one of the pictures from the wall and nearly lose the contents of my stomach. It’s of Tessa and Mac the night of my eighteenth birthday. Mac is sprawled out on the bed with a dazed expression on his face. Tessa is sitting on Mac and has her head thrown back with the look of ecstasy written all over her face. I look at a few more pictures and see there are several different ones, but most are copies of the others.
I let my gaze wander around the room, looking for anything else that’s not right. My eyes stop on my dresser where a drawer is pulled open. I walk up to it and see that someone’s paws have been inside. My panties, bra’s, and lingerie are all in disarray and hanging over the sides.
Why in the fuck would she go through my panties?
I crumble the picture up and throw it on the floor. My head is starting to pound from the erratic beat of my heart. I’m so pissed that I start to shake. I know that I should probably be scared; after all, she broke into my home and we still don’t know who she’s working with, but I just can’t muster up the fear now.
I yank my phone out of my pocket and speed dial Mac. He answers on the second ring.
“Hey, baby, you make it home okay?” he asks by way of answering.
“Can you come over? Tessa left a surprise for me here,” I tell him, barely holding onto my temper.
“Fuck!” He snarls over the phone. I hear mumbling in the background, which is probably Mac talking to Trent. A minute later Mac says, “Are you okay? Is she still there?”
“Yes, I’m fine. She just left me a little reminder. And no, I don’t think she’s still here, but if she is she’s in for a nice surprise herself.” My voice drips with malice, and I grip the phone tight. I spin in a circle, once again looking at the pictures hanging on the wall. I want to get a hold of that bitch before Mac hauls her ass off to jail.
“Okay, go to your room and lock the door. Don’t open it for anyone, you hear me? Me and T are on our way.”
I give off a bitter laugh, “Yeah, I won’t be in my room. I’ll be in the kitchen sitting with my pistol on the table.” I move to my closet and use a key on my key ring and open the small safe I have at the top of the closet. I pull out my 9mm pistol and make sure it’s loaded. When we were younger, Jaxon made sure me and Anna both knew how to shoot a gun. As soon as I was old enough I bought my own.
“Mia—” Mac starts, but I stop him.
“I’m not hiding from this bitch, Mac. She wants to bring it, then I’ll be ready for her. I’m not the meek little girl I used to be,” I tell him and mean every word. No way is she going to scare me in my own home. That bitch can suck it.
“Goddamnit, Mia!” Mac yells in a harsh voice over the phone. “She could have anyone with her.”
My blood cools a little at the worry I hear in Mac’s voice. “I’ll be okay, Mac. Just get here.”
“Fuck! I’ll be there in just a few minutes. Just stay on the phone with me.”
I nod, then remember he can’t see me so I give him a verbal, “Okay.”
I’m in the kitchen sitting at my table with the pistol in front of me, just like I said, when Mac says over the phone, “I’m here, Pix. Come let me in.”
As soon as I open the door, I’m pulled into Mac’s arms. “Shit, Pix, you had me so damn scared.” He pulls back from me, and I see Trent step up beside him. Mac frames my face with his hands, and my gaze goes back to him. “T, go into the living room,” he says without breaking eye contact with me. When Trent is in the living room, which Mac still has view of, he asks me quietly, “Tell me what happened.”
“It’s better that I show you.”
He gives a curt nod and turns to close and lock the door. He tells Trent to stay in the living room while I show him the bedroom. When I walk him through the door, his body goes ridged.
“Son of a fucking bitch!” he says and walks to the wall covered in pictures of him and Tessa together. I see his eyes moving across the wall, taking in the different angles of the shot. His hands ball into fists at his side, and I can see a visible tick in his jaw. When he reaches the end of the wall, he turns to me and there’s weariness in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Mia.”
I know my face still carries a hard expression, but I try to soften it when I walk up to Mac and place my hands on his chest. “Why are you sorry? You didn’t do this.”
His movements are jerky and unsure when he puts his hand over mine. “Because this is a huge fucking reminder of my fuck up. And, it’s because of me that she’s doing this shit.”
“No, Mac,” I tell him with a shake of my head. “This is because of Tessa and her sick and twisted obsession. This is all on her. Don’t let her make you feel guilty for something she did.”
He pulls me forward and buries his face in my neck and takes a deep breath. After he pulls back, his face is all business. Sheriff Mac is now present.
“They also went through my dresser drawers,” I tell him.
He moves to the dresser and peers inside without touching anything. Pure hatred reflects in his eyes when he turns back towards me.
“I’m going to make a call and have one of the deputies bring in a finger print kit. Hopefully, something will come up that shows it was her or whoever she’s with. Was your door locked when you came in?”
“Yes, it was locked; all the doors and windows were locked. I have no idea how they got in.”
“Have you been through the rest of the house? Is this the only room that’s been messed with?”
“Yes.”
He mutters something under his breath I can’t make out and pulls his phone from his pocket. While he’s on the phone with whomever, I call Jaxon to let him know what’s going on and tell him I won’t be in tonight.
“I’m coming over,” he says, his voice icy.
“No, Jaxon, Mac’s here and he’s taking care of everything. You can’t leave Andrew there alone. I’ll call if I need you.”
“I don’t give a shit, Mia. Andrew can handle the bar for a few minutes.”
“For fuck’s sake, Jax, I don’t need you here right now. I’ll stop by tomorrow and let you know if we find anything, okay?”
I understand his concern, but there’s really no reason for him to come over. It takes a few minutes of bickering back and forth, but Jaxon finally relents, with the promise I’ll come by his house tomorrow.
I didn’t notice Mac left the room, so I go looking for him. I find him and Trent in the kitchen. I walk over to the counter to put on a pot of coffee.
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��Do you want something to drink, Trent?” I ask him. He’s quiet, just curiously watching what’s going on around him with a frown on his face. My brows pull together as I see, from underneath the table, him fidgeting his hands. The movement seems like a guilty move for some reason, but I have no idea what he would be guilty about. I wipe the thought from my head, knowing it’s ridiculous.
We have to watch what we say in front of him. I’m sure Mac doesn’t want him to know that we expect his mother is behind this, and I agree. The kid’s already been through enough, especially with his current unknown problems.
“No, thank you,” he returns.
Once the coffee is done, Mac motions for me to follow him. We step into the living room, and he turns to face me.
“I don’t want him knowing anything,” he says quietly so Trent can’t hear.
“I agree. He’s eleven years old; he shouldn’t have this on his shoulders.”
He nods and then runs his fingers angrily through his hair. “You’re coming home with me and Trent tonight,” he says, looking at me with an expression that says I had better not argue.
I do anyway.
“Mac, I’ve already told you…”
“Fuck that, Pix,” he snarls and stalks towards me, his face an angry mask. He doesn’t stop until he’s right in front of me. “I’m not taking any chances with you. She’s obviously unstable, and there’s no telling what she’ll do next. We don’t even know who the fuck she’s working with. You’re coming with us. Get used to it.”
It takes me a minute to gather myself enough to where I won’t blow up in his face. I know he’s just worried and that’s why he’s pissed, but that doesn’t give him the right to be an ass towards me.
“What about Trent? Yes, he’s warmed up to me some, but I’m sure me staying at your house won’t earn me any favors.”
“He’ll get over it. He has no choice.”
Hating that it might cause Trent’s opinion of me to lessen, I decide to give in. I’m not completely stupid. I know that if Tessa went so far as to decimate my house with pictures of her and Mac and pay someone to rape me then the next incident could be much worse. I’m not scared of the bitch, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t make me a little nervous.
