The Lucky Bullet

by H. S. Strickland

  Mace succumbed to his own orgasm on a roar. Knowing that I had so much sexual power over him made me wetter, even though I had just come.

  “Let’s go home.” I whispered in the ear I was nibbling on.

  “Gladly.”

  The ride back up the mountains was going to take at least twenty minutes so I scooted over to the middle seat. Mace looked at me in confusion until I started working on his belt buckle. I took his already throbbing cock out of his pants once again and licked the tip. He groaned then put a hand to the back of my head telling me he wanted more. I gave him what he wanted and took his entire length in my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks. I felt rather than heard the deep vibration in his chest from his growl.

  The entire car ride back up the mountains, I bobbed my head up and down on his cock. I took him until I felt his head hit the back of my throat and almost gagged. When we were almost home, he started pumping his hips hard and fucking my mouth. I let him, I wanted him to come and I wanted to suck him dry.

  “Almost there, move,” he groaned.

  I hummed around his cock and it set him off, he pumped his hips sporadically and I felt the warm spurts hit my throat. I swallowed all of it then sucked him a little more to make sure I got all of it.

  I sat up and looked at him then batted my eye lashes at him. He simply shook his head and chuckled. I hadn’t realized until now that we were stopped and idling in front of the cabin.

  I quickly jumped down from the truck and started running to the front door. Mace followed me not a second behind. He caught me just as I had reached the front door. He wrapped and arm around my waist from behind and attached his mouth to my neck, kissing and sucking. I rested my head against his shoulder and gave him access to my neck.

  “Let’s go inside baby,” I moaned.

  “Mhmm.”

  He lifted one hand off my waist to pull his keys out and unlock the front door. I had my eyes closed so I didn’t notice what had happened inside the cabin. I felt a change in Mace though, his lips froze on my neck and his body locked up tight. I felt it jaw lock and felt the lust sucked out of him.

  I opened my eyes and felt them bug out of my head. The once beautiful living room was now destroyed. The T.V. that was on the wall was lying face down on the floor smashed to bits. The couch was turned upside down and slashed, the stuffing all over the place.

  We walked further into the room and I caught site of the kitchen. All of the plates were on the floor in a pile of glass, the food we had recently bought was in that heaping pile. I walked out onto the deck and the lawn chairs were no longer on the porch. I stumbled to the railing and looked below and vaguely saw the outline of the patio chairs.

  My heart was beating a mile a minute, I couldn’t breathe. This couldn’t be happening again. It was like my place all over again. Except this time my troubles had followed us all the way here, to the one place Mace had memories left of his dead parents and sister. I had destroyed the one thing he cherished. I felt like I had tarnished the memory of his family.

  I somehow found my way back into the living room, but not without great trouble trying to walk. I had to force my feet to move. Mace was nowhere in sight and I thought that was best for me at the time. I don’t think I could look at him and know I had taken this away from him.

  I sat down in the middle of the living room on the floor and pulled my knees to my chest then wrapped my arms around them. I rested my forehead against my knees and sobbed. I sobbed because I was going to have to leave him. I couldn’t let this go on, I couldn’t let this keep happening. Not like this, not under these unfortunate circumstances.

  Mace came down the hall with his phone glued to his ear. He was looking perplexed but at this point I didn’t care. I just wanted to curl up on a bed and sleep for the next week. That may make me a coward, but at this point, that’s what I felt like.

  “Get up here. NOW!” He roared.

  I was shocked by his outburst but I understood completely why he exploded.

  When he saw me sitting on the floor with tears streaming down my face he rushed over to me and squatted down so he was eye level.

  “Babe, it’s going to be okay,” he tried reassuring me.

  “N-n-no. It won’t…I ruined this for y-yo-you.” I stammered.

  He looked appalled but didn’t comment, only wrapping his arms around me and comforting me. Rocking me back and forth and shushing me. How pathetic I was, he came home and found his house destroyed yet here I was getting comforted.

  I pulled my head out of my ass and dried my tears. I swiped my hands under my eyes and stood up. I clapped my hands together and gazed down at Mace as if everything was now fine.

  “Let’s start cleaning up shall we?” I asked giving him what I hoped was a believable smile.

  “Kitchen only. I need the other rooms like they are until Cade gets here. He is going to be looking for finger prints on everything else,” he told me.

  I nodded and went about cleaning up the kitchen. I found a pair of old work gloves under the sink and some trash bags. I picked up the big pieces of glass and swept the rest of them up with a broom. I also swept up all the food that was on the floor. I picked up all the boxes of food and threw those in the trash bags I had out. I wiped down the counters and cabinets and looked around. I needed to mop the floor. By the time I was down two hours later, the floor was sparkling clean, I had three big trash bags full, and the kitchen looked brand new.

  I strode down the hall into the master bedroom intent on taking a shower. I was a sweaty mess from the cleanup job I did. I stopped in the door way and took in the sight before me. Mace was lying on the bed still clothed and sleeping. He had his ankles crossed and his fingers linked together on his stomach.

  I thought about the choice I had made while I was cleaning. I didn’t want to have to do it, but I had no choice. I was left with none. It was going to break my heart, kill me, but for Mace’s best interest I was going to have to do it. Soon.

  I finished my way to the bathroom and stripped out of my clothes. I turned the hot water all the way on and stepped in the shower. I bent my head and let the water run down my neck and back. I needed a moment to take a breath. To wash away everything I was feeling. I wanted to be blissfully numb, but I couldn’t. I cared too much. Loved too hard.

  When we got home, whenever that may be, I was going to have to leave Mace. Pack up my things and leave. I didn’t want to, hell I would kill to stay, but I was bringing too much trouble knocking on his door. Literally.

  After washing up I grabbed two towels and wrapped one around my head, turban style, and one around my body. I padded out of the bathroom and saw Mace still sleeping in the same spot. I crawled into bed with him and sprawled my body out on his. Head on his chest, and my thigh thrown over his.

  Chapter 24

  Present day…

  “It’s been done. When she gets home the plan is a go,” he heard on the other end of the phone.

  “Good work. Keep on them still,” he told him and hung up the phone.

  Chapter 25

  Mace

  I woke up and last night’s events immediately flooded into my brain.

  Everything was going fucking great at the steak house. We had a nice dinner then I gave Araylia the necklace I had been holding onto for a while. I was nervous as fuck to give it to her. I didn’t know what she would say, but I’m was so relieved when she liked it. It was the bullet that went into my thigh, the reason for us meeting. I had that day inscribed on the back along with a little message. It was fucking perfect, just like her.

  Then we came back home and everything turned upside down. My cabin was fucking destroyed, from top to bottom. I knew who did it. Luke. I don’t know how, considering he was in jail, but it was him. He had a guy follow us up here, watch us, then trash my house. I couldn’t wait for that fuck to be far away from us and our life. The sooner the better.

  I heaved myself out of bed then went to take care of business in the bathroom. Afterward I w
ent to the kitchen to see if we had any coffee left, luckily we did. I needed to call May and tell her to keep Liam one more night, until Cade got up here to help with this shit. When we got home and I saw my house, I called him instantly. I knew I needed to get him up here and help with this. We needed to dust for finger prints, then clean it up and figure out who was watching.

  I stepped out on the deck with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and my phone in the other.

  “Hello dear,” May answered on the first ring.

  “Hey, Grams,” I said.

  “What’s wrong?” I could feel her concern as well as hear it.

  “How do you know something’s wrong?”

  “I have known you your entire life, I know when something is wrong. Now tell me.” She demanded, worry evident in her tone.

  “We had a really good night last night that is until we came home. The cabin is trashed. I need to get more furniture in here, clean up everything, but I have to wait until Cade gets here for that.” I told her. She knew who all of my guys were, she had meet most of them several times.

  “Who did it?” She asked.

  “Luke Wellington. Araylia’s ex, Liam’s father. He had to have hired somebody to do it since he’s sitting in a jail cell right now,” I told her and listened. I heard her suck in a sharp breath and it pained me to hear it. I have tried so hard to keep the dangers of my job and life away from her, but sometimes I couldn’t control it.

  “May I ask why he is in jail?” She asked, although I knew it wasn’t meant as a question. She was asking to be polite.

  “Harassing both of us. Sending death threats,” I told her.

  “Mason Jones! You better start calling me! If I have to, I will gladly put my ass on plane and come to Florida!” She yelled into the phone so loud that I had to pull it away from my ear.

  “I know Gram, I know. It’s just been a crazy couple of months. Meeting Araylia, falling in love, working, and the threats,” I told her with a smile on my face that I was sure she could hear.

  “Boy you think you can cute your way out of anything don’t you?”

  “Did it work?” I chuckled when she started yelling at me again.

  “Any way, I was wondering if you would keep Liam again tonight. I can’t clean up until Cade gets here, we have to finger print the whole house then get the furniture in here.” I knew she wouldn’t mind keeping Liam, but I wanted to ask to make sure.

  “That’s fine honey. Would you like to talk to him before you go?” Grams asked sweetly.

  Before I had the time to answer her I heard Liam’s little voice yelling in the background.

  “Daddy! This place is awesome! I love grams, she is cool! I’m not possed to tell you, but she let me eat of bunch of cookies and stay up past my bedtime,” he didn’t take a breath between sentences.

  “Well it sounds like you’re having fun buddy. Don’t eat too many cookies, you don’t want a stomach ache!” I scolded then questioned myself. At first I didn’t want anything to do with being called daddy and now I was acting like one and scolding Liam. Who was I?

  Liam and I chatted a few more minutes about his time with grams before we said our good-byes and I hung up. I set my phone down on the rail and gazed at the mountains in front of me. Every time I came here it was to detox. To let stress go and just be. I cherished this place and to see it in the state it was in pissed me off.

  “Everything okay?” I heard the timid voice behind me.

  I turned around and saw Araylia awkwardly standing in the door with nothing but my shirt on.

  “Come here,” I ordered softly.

  “But-”

  “I. Said. Come. Here,” I growled.

  She moved away from the door in my direction and stopped once she was about three feet away. She tipped her head back and opened her mouth. I didn’t let her get a word in, I grabbed her around the waist and hauled her body to mine. She gasped quietly but quickly recovered.

  I slanted my head and slammed my mouth down on hers. I pried her open then slid my tongue in. I assaulted her lips in a frenzy, seeing her in nothing but my shirt had turned me way the fuck on.

  I placed my hands under her ass and lifted her. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist and her hands delved into the hair at my neck. I nipped at her lips then slid my tongue down her jaw to her neck.

  I sucked at the delicate place right below her ear and that earned me a moan. Hearing that moan, my dick jumped, waiting to be freed. I strode into the house and maneuvered around all the trash and made my way into the bedroom.

  When we reached the bed I laid Araylia down and came down on top of her. I moved my kisses from her neck to her collar bone. Her shirt got in the way of moving any lower so I ripped it over her head. I continued my journey south to her bare breasts and sucked a taunt nipple into my mouth.

  Her head flew back against the pillows and her eyes clenched shut. I rolled her other nipple between my fingers and a groan worked its way out of her throat. She clutched onto my shoulders and the bite of her nails had me trailing kisses down to her pussy. I was in a hurry to sink into her, but I wanted her to have an orgasm before I did so.

  I found myself between her thighs and gazed at the sight before me. Her pussy was bare so I got a nice glimpse of her slick arousal before I sunk my tongue deep in her. She tried lifting her hips but I had a steady hold of them. I buried my tongue farther in her and placed my thumb on her clit, massaging her gently. I gave her enough pressure to feel it, but not enough to have an orgasm. She ran her hand through my hair and jerked up hard. I lifted my head and quirked an eyebrow at her.

  “I want you in me when I come,” she whimpered.

  I grinned wickedly then sat up to give her what she wanted. I lined up my cock but didn’t surge in like my body wanted. I massaged her clit, wanting to get her there now. I waited until her body told me she was ready then surged in and felt her walls clamp down hard. I heard her husky scream fill my ears and her nails bit into my back hard enough that I knew there would be marks.

  When she came back from her orgasm I pumped my hips slowly. As much as I wanted to fuck her hard, I also wanted to give it to her slow and sweet like I had promised last night.

  “Harder, honey,” her nails dug into my ass, urging me.

  “No,” I grunted.

  “Harder,” she breathed.

  “No,” I growled back.

  “Hon-“

  “I’m giving you slow and sweet,” I rolled my hips to emphasis my point, “like I promised. I want to love you, not just fuck you hard.”

  Her glazed over eyes got a soft dewy look when I finished speaking and she nodded her affirmative.

  I shifted my weight to my forearms, which were on either side of her face, so that I could bend my face down to hers. I brushed my nose along hers, still pumping in and out slowly. Her pussy was clenching and unclenching every few seconds, milking me, making the temptation to come stronger.

  A few more strokes and hip rolls later and her walls were clamping down on me again. Her scream filled my ears once again and only then did I let myself come with her, filling her up with myself.

  I came down from my mind-blowing orgasm and saw Araylia looking up at me lovingly. She also had this strange sadness to her. I scrunched my brows in confusion and opened my mouth to ask what was wrong.

  “I love you so much baby,” she whispered, effectively causing my mouth shut. She was stroking my jaw with one hand and rubbing my sweaty back with the other.

  Although she was confessing her love to me, she looked upset.

  “And I love you, bright eyes. What’s on your mind that’s bothering you?” I asked gently, also stroking her face.

  The storm clouds cleared from her eyes and she put on a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

  “Nothing honey,” she smiled brighter, still fake, “just hungry and I could use some coffee as well.” She finished with both her hands cupping my face.

  I let her have her lie. I figur
ed if something big was bothering her she would talk to me about it.

  I got up off the bed after kissing her forehead and walked through the house naked to get her coffee. I fixed it how she liked it then brought it back to the bedroom. When I walked back into the room Araylia was turned on the bed, facing away from the door. She had the covers pulled up under her arms and had her hands tucked under her cheek. She had her eyes closed, but I knew she wasn’t asleep.

  I set the coffee cup on the nightstand beside the bed then sat on the bed in the curve of her body, where she had her legs drawn up. She opened her eyes when she felt the bed dip under my weight, smiled, and reached for the coffee. She sat up then took a sip after smelling it. She didn’t look at me while doing all of this. She had actually scooted farther away from me when she sat up.

  My eyebrows, once again, snapped together. What the fuck had I done? Why was she acting so odd with me? I knew she had to be bothered by what happened here last night, but to be upset with me? No. She was more rational than that. She had no reason to be upset with me.

  “What do you want for breakfast?” I asked in a voice that had a slight chill to it. I didn’t look at her when I asked the question. My jaw had clenched and I was acting indifferent.

  “Uh…eggs and toast?” She asked although it was meant to be a statement.

  “Okay,” I said as I stood up and tried walking away from the bed.

  At the last second she grabbed my arm, stopping me.

  I looked down at her, “Yes?”

  She shook her head, but still kept a hold of my arm.

  After a few seconds of her keeping my arm in my grip, I spoke again.

  “Is there something you need to say, Araylia?”

  “N-no,” she stuttered then eased her grip.

  I moved out of the room and into the kitchen to see if we had eggs to cook. Thankfully, we did.

  After cooking the eggs I went on a hunt for bread, but found we didn’t have any. I put the eggs on a plate and brought them to her. She was sitting up in the bed staring blankly at the wall. I set the plate on her lap and her unfocused eyes came to me.