Reclaim Me (The Jaded Series Book 2) (24 page)

Mia breaks the silence when she asks, “I haven’t gotten the opportunity to ask. How do you like being Sheriff?”

“Hmm…depends on the day. Some days, I love it. Other days, when I have to get up at two in the morning to get a cat out of tree, not so much. All in all, I wouldn’t change anything though. As you know, Jaded Hollow isn’t very big and not much happens here, but I like knowing that people come to me to keep them safe.”

“I know you’ve always wanted to become Sheriff. I’m glad your dream came true for you.”

Mia puts down the container holding the fruit and leans back against the tree. I slide over until I’m next to her. I lay back resting on my elbow. I reach up and play with the frayed edges of her jean shorts. Mia reaches over with her bare feet and touches the bag still sitting on the blanket.

“What’s that?”

I reach over and grab the bag. “I got you this a few years ago when I went to South Carolina.” I pull out the jar and hand it to her. She takes it from my hand and sucks in a sharp breath.

“Oh, my God, Mac.”

She holds the jar filled with sand and shells up to her face. She gives off a squeal of delight, and I can’t help but laugh at her excitement. A few years ago, I went to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina for a vacation. I knew Mia had never been to the beach before. It was one of her dreams to see the ocean and gather seashells. I thought of her the whole time I was there.

Mia opens the jar and pulls out one of the shells sitting on top of the sand.

“That’s a sand dollar. I bleached it for you. You can paint designs on it,” I tell her.

Her eyes light up at the thought of putting her own design on it. She reaches in and pulls out another shell.

“And that’s a clam shell.”

She puts down the shell and reaches in past the few other shells inside until she gets to the sand. She grabs a small handful, pulls it out, and puts it on the blanket. The way she’s entranced with the stuff reminds me of a kid. It’s amazing to watch the fascination on her face.

“It’s so soft,” she says in awe.

She replaces the lid and carefully sets the jar beside her on the blanket. She turns and launches herself onto my lap, causing me to lay back. I laugh as she places kisses all over my face.

“Thank you!” My cheek. “Thank you!” My chin. “Thank you!” She finally makes it to my lips. When she goes to pull away, I put my hand on the back of her head to keep her there. She goes soft in my arms.

I twist my head to get to her mouth better. She tastes of strawberries, and they quickly become my favorite fruit. Her legs are on either side of my hips, and I grab her ass to pull her more firmly against me. My hard cock meets her center, and she moans into my mouth, rocking herself on me. The feel of her warm sex flaying my control.

I bring my hands up to her shirt, and we break apart just long enough to the pull it over her head. Our lips immediately meet again. I run my hands along her back, and I feel goose bumps pop up on her flesh. I snag the back of her bra and pop it loose. The cups fall away from her tits. She pulls back and takes it the rest of the way off. Her hands go to the bottom of my shirt. I sit up and reach back between my shoulder blades to grab the material and pull it off.

Her hands run over my pecs, grazing my nipples, and I let out a hiss. Her eyes flare at my response to her touch. I lean forward and take a nipple between my teeth and give a tug. She squirms on my dick and grips my hair.

“Again, Mac,” she pants out.

I release the one I was playing with and move onto the next one. She releases my hair and her hands move down my back, where she digs her nails into my skin. The movement is harsh, but damn, I love it. I love that I can bring her this much pleasure.

“I need more, Mac.”

“Stand up,” I grit out.

She scrambles off my lap and stands in front of me. I get on my knees and quickly undo her shorts. I pull them and her skimpy yellow panties off.

“Shit, Pix. We’re going back to those panties later.”

I bring my hands up her smooth legs until I reach the apex of her thighs. I can see the glistening moisture there, and move forward and run my tongue through her lips.

“Fuck, you’re drenched and taste so fucking good.” I growl against her. I feel her legs give out at my tongue swipe, and I bring my arms around her to hold her up.

I don’t feast on her long, too impatient to slide my cock inside. I pull back, unbutton, and unzip my pants. I tug them down my legs while Mia watches with lust-filled eyes.

As soon as I’m done, I lay back on the blanket and grab my cock with one hand and crook my finger at Mia with the other. “Come here, baby.”

She eagerly steps over my hips and lowers herself down. I stop her when just the tip is inside, knowing that if she sinks on me all the way I’m going to lose it.

“What the fuck are you doing, Mac? I need you inside me,” she says and tries to push down.

“I know, baby. Just give me a minute here,” I grit out between clenched teeth. “You slide down my dick right this second, and it’s over.”

Mia drops her head in the crook of my shoulder. Both our breaths are coming out in pants. I try my best to get control of my body. Mia sits back up and becomes impatient. She reaches down between us with one of her hands and starts rubbing her clit. I look down, watching her as she pleasures herself, and lose it.

“Son of a bitch!” I snarl and slam Mia down on me at the same time I bring my hips up. She cries out, and at first, I think I hurt her, but when I look up into her eyes, I see nothing but pure, unadulterated bliss. I grip her hips tight and start lifting her up and down my shaft, knowing this is not going to last long.

Her tits jiggle in front of me, tempting my mouth. I lift my head and catch one peak in my mouth. Her hips bear down on mine, grinding her clit against me. I pull my mouth back and flip Mia to her back. Her hands go to my back and score the skin there.

Fuck! She’s feisty!

I grab her hands and pull them from my back before she rips off all the skin and bring them above her head. I transfer her hands to one of mine and bring my other hand down and under her ass. I lift her hips and pound the ever-loving hell out of her pussy. I really need her to go over the edge first. No way am I leaving her behind.

“Yes!” She shouts out when I switch my angle. Her pussy grips my cock so tight that it’s almost painful. I have no idea how I’m going to last long enough for her to reach her peak.

“Goddamnit, Pix, your pussy’s so fucking tight. I need you to come, baby.”

Her legs tighten around my hips, and I feel her pussy squeeze my cock even tighter. She’s close. A minute later, she shouts out, and I slam my mouth down on hers to take her screams into mine.

Once her screams are down to whimpers, I release her mouth and sit back on my legs. I grip her hips and pull her so her ass is sitting on my thighs. Each forward movement I pull her hips to me. She arches her back, thrusting her tits in the air. Her arms are thrown back above her head. She watches me through half-closed eyes as I fuck her. I pick up my speed, and I’m soon finding myself emptying every last bit of come I have in me, causing her to milk my cock again with another release and prolonging my own. My thrusts slow down, but don’t stop completely, wanting to drag out her climax.

Both of our chests are heaving, and we’re out of breath. I settle Mia’s hips back down and then fall to my elbows and hover over her. Our sweat covered chests come together. I rest my forehead on hers, and we gaze into each other’s eyes.

“Wow, that was intense,” Mia says after a few minutes and our breathing is halfway back to normal.

I smile at her. “That’s putting it mildly. I may need you to put antiseptic on my back from all the scratches you left on me.”

If I hadn’t witnessed it myself, I wouldn’t have believed it, but a cute little blush forms on Mia’s face. She looks down and mutters, “Sorry.”

I chuckle at her discomfort and nudge her head back up with my nose. Once she’s looking at me, I kiss the tip of her nose and tell her, “It’s okay. I like that I can make you lose yourself like that.”

As much as I don’t want to, I know we need to pack up and get back to T. I don’t like leaving him alone for long periods of a time, especially with what’s going on with his mother.

“We need to head back to T.”

She nods, and I get up off Mia and turn to grab our clothes. I hear a strangled sound come from behind me and turn back to her. Mia has her hand up at her mouth and a look of horror on her face.

“Oh, my God, Mac. I am so sorry.” She scrambles up and comes over to me, trying to turn me to face the other way so she can better see the welts I’m sure are popping up on my back. I stop her movements by grabbing her arms.

“I told you Mia, it’s okay. I bear these marks gladly. Do you have any idea how it makes me feel to know I bring you to the point of losing control?”

“But, Mac, you’re bleeding!” Her voice is loud, and I can tell that this really upsets her.

I grab the side of her face. “I love those marks, Pix. I wouldn’t trade them for anything.”

She’s still unsure, but I can tell she’s trying to accept my words for what they are.

“Come on, let’s get dressed. I want you to ride with me back to the house. I missed having you in front of me on a horse.”

Some of the uncertainly leaves her face when she says, “I would love that. I’ve missed it too.”

We get dressed in silence and gather everything up and put them back in the saddlebags. I grab Pepper’s reins and tie them to the back of Drakar’s saddle. I hop up on the saddle behind Mia, and we slowly make our way back to the house.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Mia

Her scent…

The trek back to Mac’s house is slow, and I couldn’t be more grateful. I’ve missed having his arms wrapped around me while riding on a horse. When we were younger, I would sometimes opt out of riding Marabelle just so I could feel his arms around me while we rode his horse.

I have my hands lying on his thighs that are on either side of mine and my head leaning back on his shoulder. I’m tiny, so with Mac’s arms surrounding me holding onto the reins, I feel like I’m wrapped in a warm but firm Mac blanket.

“How’s T taking his mother running off?” I ask Mac to break the silence.

“I’m not sure yet. He has something going on that he’s not telling me. For some reason, he’s closed himself off from me, and I don’t know why.”

I turn my head to the side and give his jaw a kiss. “Just give him time. Whatever it is, I’m sure he’ll come to you when he needs to.”

“I hope so,” he says quietly, with worry still in his voice.

I give his leg a squeeze in comfort. In return, Mac kisses the back of my neck, and I swear my body quivers at the touch. This man knows just what to do to get my body primed and ready, and that was just with a kiss. I just had him not even ten minutes ago, and I’m ready again. I feel moisture seeping between my legs.

Mac must sense my reaction, because he runs his nose up my neck and nips at my ear, before whispering, “Ready for me again already, Pix?”

“I’m always ready for you, Sheriff.” I whimper out. “Even when I thought I hated you, my body didn’t.”

“Mmmhmm… because it knew you were still mine. No matter what, Pix, you’ll always be mine.” He punctuates his words by sucking the skin at the back of my neck, knowing that it will leave his mark.

I shiver at his words, wanting them to be true so much. I want to belong to Mac, just as I want him to belong to me. It’s still scary to think something might happen to take it away from me.

I lean my head to the side and reach one hand back and tunnel my fingers through his hair. Mac transfers the reins to one hand and wraps his arm around me, pulling me back further against him. I feel his hard cock against my backside, and I’m tempted to ask him to stop the horse and take me again. Knowing he needs to get back to T is the only thing that stops me.

All too soon, the house comes into view. I hear Mac mutter, “Damn.”

I smile to myself, knowing that he wants me as much as I want him.

I release my grip I have on his hair and sit up straighter. Mac and I both dismount right outside the barn doors. We walk in together, and I help him take the saddles off the horses and rub them down.

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, but 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.