Levi walks up to my mom, puts his arm around her waist, and gives it a squeeze. He kisses the side of her head and says, "He'll come around, my sweet. He just has to get used to the idea."

She lays her head on his chest for a minute before pulling away.

"Okay, how about I whip us up some dinner. I'm starved."

We break apart our little huddle and both Levi and I help Mama make dinner. As we sit down to eat, I watch the both of them. They are so comfortable with each other. You can tell they've been together for a while and are at complete ease with each other.

I feel another pang hit my chest. This is the second time I've felt jealously over the couples around me. I hate the feeling and wish it would go away. What is wrong with me? I've been fine, well, maybe not fine, but I've been okay for the past ten years. Why now, all of a sudden, am I having these feelings? Is it because Mac, for some unknown reason, has decided he wants to talk about what happened so long ago? Why is he trying to dredge up the past? Why bring it up now after all these years? And why is my traitorous heart wanting to listen to him? Nothing he says can make me change my feelings for him. He's hurt me too much, almost beyond repair. I need to find a way to push him and his demands away, before I give him the opportunity to destroy me again.

Chapter Six.

Mac Her legs...

I laugh at the antics of Andrew happening before me. 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 G.o.d. 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 put-put golfing the other day and Karyn whooped his a.s.s. 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 s.h.i.t! He lets loose a big smile and I know I'm in trouble.

"Well, h.e.l.lo 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 s.h.i.t this man comes up with astounding.

I chuckle at his play. "Think I'll pa.s.s, 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 that 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 towards the hallway. Not looking a gifted horse in the mouth, I take this opportunity to talk to her. I follow behind 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 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 beautiful colored 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 d.i.c.k get hard. Of course, anytime she's within seeing distance, my stupid f.u.c.king d.i.c.k gets hard. It has a mind of its own and right now, it's screaming, 'Mine! Take her!'

Ignoring my possessive c.o.c.k-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.

f.u.c.k! 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 towards 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. I know what I did hurt her. I also know how much it hurt her.

After trying for days, 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 that 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 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 jaw line. 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 creme.

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 a.s.s, 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 p.u.s.s.y against my c.o.c.k 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. f.u.c.k! She tastes so d.a.m.n good! I nip, suck, and feast on her neck like a f.u.c.king 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 p.u.s.s.y 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 a.s.s 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 a.s.s cheeks. I bring my other hand up to her top and yank the material down, exposing her gorgeous b.r.e.a.s.t.s 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 t.i.ts 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 f.u.c.king stop, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d."

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 onto 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 a.s.s 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 p.u.s.s.y.

"G.o.dd.a.m.n, Mia, you're f.u.c.king soaked," I growl at her.

"Just f.u.c.king touch me already, G.o.dd.a.m.n it!" She growls back at me.

My c.o.c.k 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 f.u.c.king p.u.s.s.y 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 c.l.i.t. When I look up at her, she has her head back with her mouth open, panting heavily.

It's one of the s.e.xiest 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 use one finger and put just the tip inside while I still use my thumb on her c.l.i.t. 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, G.o.d, more," she breathes.

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

She looks down at me with l.u.s.t-filled eyes, eyes that I see every time I fall to sleep.

"You want more?" I ask.

"Yesss!" She hisses back at me.

I remove my fingers from her p.u.s.s.y and she lets off a whimper. She doesn't have long to wait to realize that I'm not done. I rip the material away from her p.u.s.s.y and slam three fingers in her.

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

"f.u.c.k, 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 p.u.s.s.y. She clenches her walls, trying to bring my fingers in deeper. The sight of her above me with her beautiful b.r.e.a.s.t.s 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 c.l.i.t with my thumb, I hear a noise out in the kitchen. I still my movements and c.o.c.k an ear in that direction.

"Mia," I hear someone call out.

"f.u.c.k," 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 b.r.e.a.s.t.s 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 over at him.

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.

s.h.i.t! 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 f.u.c.king dare! Not one f.u.c.king 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 f.u.c.ked up s.h.i.t 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 p.i.s.s me off. Yes, we probably shouldn't have done that in her mom's hallway, but f.u.c.k if she didn't want it.

I grab a 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 d.a.m.n sure control my mind and heart. Now back the f.u.c.k 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 s.h.i.t," 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 f.u.c.k away from my mom!"

I look over to whom he is talking about 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 s.h.i.t to discover Lilly dating Mr. Hatley. Not because she shouldn't, but because of 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 d.a.m.n bad. Levi is my choice," she says loudly.

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

"f.u.c.k no, it's not alright. Levi here has been f.u.c.king 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 breathe just as Lilly cries out, "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 balled into fists.

"That was a little harsh, Jaxon. You need to tone it down. Don't say s.h.i.t 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.