Mastering Macie [The Men of Treasure Cove 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Rebecca Joyce

  Macie turned on the heels of her boots and walked away. Heading straight for her office, she slammed the door and screamed bloody murder. Kicking her filing cabinet repeatedly, she was about to punch the wall but quickly thought against it since it was a brick wall and she would more than likely break her hand. “Fuck a duck!”

  Macie kept most of her secrets to herself, but this one, the one that mattered most, Jeffery knew. He was there that day when she lost control and made a fool out of herself, and he was there to hold her and comfort her when her mother whipped her ass for embarrassing her in front of the judge. Humiliated and hurting, she couldn’t stop the pain as it ripped through her. She was never going to see him again. However, what really hurt was that he never said good-bye.

  She knew at the age of ten, a grown man wouldn’t think about stopping by to say good-bye to a little girl, but damn, it still hurt nonetheless. Then, shortly after that, Andy left and her world spiraled into chaos. Her mother kept a tight rein on her after that, and nothing she did ever seemed to matter. She was a disappointment, and eventually, her mother washed her hands of her.

  Macie didn’t blame her mother. She was hell on wheels growing up, and she knew it. She always did what she wanted and refused to let anyone stop her. She was just thankful that she never got into too much trouble. Just the thought of standing before Judge Connelly scared the living shit out of her. There was just something about the man that even still today scared her.

  Regardless of the past, it looked like it was about to come back and bite her in the ass. There was nothing she could do about it. All she could do was hope that bastard never showed his face in her diner because if he did, she didn’t know what she was going to do.

  * * * *

  The town hadn’t changed much since he left. Looking around, he saw his brother’s clinic and the sheriff’s station. The library was still standing along with some other businesses. What caught his attention was the old fifties-style diner at the end of the street, near the library, and the name on the sign, “Macie’s Diner.”

  “It can’t be,” he whispered to himself as he hit the locks on his black BMW, walking the short distance to the diner. As he opened the door, a bell chimed. His senses immediately were assaulted with smells from his past, and instantly he felt home.

  The place was loud as servers busied themselves, hopping from table to table. He could hear a gruff man yelling out orders as patrons, laughed and conversed amongst themselves. Finding an empty table, he was just about to sit when she walked out of the kitchen carrying a tray loaded down with plates and glasses.

  She maneuvered her way in and out of tables, talking and laughing with guests as she went. His little Macie had grown up into a drop-dead knock out. Stunningly beautiful, her dark-brown hair pulled back into a single ponytail, instead of two, fell down her back in waves. No longer in a pretty summer dress, she wore jeans and a simple black tank top, which encased her ample breasts. Her face unadorned with makeup, and looking at her, she didn’t need anything.

  A classic beauty, she reminded him of a fifties pin-up model with her sexy hourglass figure and scrumptious ass. She was fucking perfect, and she unknowingly stopped his heart. She turned, and their eyes met. What happened next, he knew he would never forget.

  “Well fuck a duck! What happened, G.Q., your Beamer blow a tire on the way to New York?” she shouted, attracting the attention of the whole diner. Yep, that was his Macie, always the center of attention.

  Walking toward her, he smiled. “Hi, Macie May.”

  “So what brings you to these parts, G.Q.? Someone need their stock portfolio updated?” she said snidely, shifting the tray that now held dirty plates and used glasses.

  “It’s personal business.”

  “Uh-huh, I heard. So tell me, jackass, how is Emma?”

  “She’s fine.”

  “Claim her yet, or are you gonna run again?”

  “Macie, this isn’t the time or place to have this discussion. I am sorry I bothered you. I’ll just take my order to go.”

  “The hell you will! This ain’t a takeout joint. You will eat here, or not at all.”

  “Fine have it you way,” he replied angrily and took a seat. He waited as she walked into the kitchen to get his order. Looking at the blackboard above the bar, he read the menu, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Looking at his watch, he knew whatever dinner was, that was what he was going to get.

  Within a minute, she returned with another tray and stood at his table. “So answer me this, G.Q., when you realized that Isa up and married Glenn, how long did it take you to pack your shit and get the hell out of dodge?”

  “Macie,” he whispered, hearing the hurt in her voice.

  “Answer me!” she shouted furiously.

  “I left that night,” he whispered.

  “That’s what I figured. Well, fuckwad, this is for making me cry in front of the whole fucking town and leaving me alone with her,” she said and proceeded to pour his dinner of chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes and baked beans over his head.

  Jumping to his feet, he grabbed her arms and shook her. “I should whip your ass for this.”

  “I ain’t a small girl you can sweet talk anymore, Matthew. Now get out and never come back!” she yelled, squirming out of his hands. Letting her go, he watched as she sauntered away, shaking her delectable ass along the way.

  Smiling, he muttered to himself, “No, sweetheart, no you’re not a little girl anymore.”

  Wiping off most of the food, he threw down a twenty-dollar bill from his wallet and left the diner. He knew she was upset, and he didn’t want to cause her any more pain. Looking across the street, he saw his brother. When the little shit just smiled and shook his head, Matthew wanted to strangle him. Crossing the street, he headed toward him.

  He was still pissed about what Andy did last night, and his jaw was still hurting from when his brother punched him. However, looking at his brother, he knew that black eye he was sporting had to hurt, too. It served him right for walking in on him like he did. He had just fallen asleep when the dipshit kicked open the door and started shouting at him. Now, typically, Matthew wouldn’t have bothered with his brother, but when the asshole grabbed the covers and started hitting him, well, all bets were off.

  He was tired, mentally and physically. He was in no mood to fuck with his brother, but he wasn’t going to allow his baby brother to get the better of him. It didn’t take long before the both of them were rolling around on the floor swiping punches and jabs at each other. When all was said and done, the master bedroom was destroyed. The bed itself was in pieces, and they were on the floor, panting heavily.

  “Hey, asshole, you better watch yourself. Macie still has a temper on her.” Andrew grinned cockily.

  “Yeah, I just figured that out. However, her temper has nothing on her fine ass. Damn, you should have warned me. She is stunning.” Matthew couldn’t get that beautiful woman out of his head. The moment he laid eyes on her, his cock stood straight up and he was afraid it was going to burst through his two-hundred-dollar slacks. He hadn’t been that aroused in years, but there was just something about the fiery woman that called to him on some primitive level.

  She was untamed, and dangerous, and he wanted her.

  Macie was no longer the small little girl he remembered. What shouted at him was all woman. Full breasts, tiny waist, and an ass he would give anything to whip. God, he needed to get to a club soon. It had been months since he had gone, and with what he wanted to do to Macie, he was going to have to brush up with his whipping skills.

  He could already see the red slash marks pinking her soft, creamy skin.

  “Stay away from her, Matty. I mean it,” Andrew threatened, no longer smiling.

  “Have you claimed her?”

  “She refuses to see anyone. Leave her alone.”

  “So she is single, then.”

  “Damn it, Matthew! You just can’t waltz back into town and take what you want.”
/>   “Watch me. She is going to be mine, and you are going to help me.”

  Before Andrew could say anything, a man wearing a dark suit with jet-black hair walked over and shook his brother’s hand. “Good evening, Andrew. How are you on this wonderful evening?”

  “Could be better. Gabriel, this is my brother, Matthew. Asshole, this is Gabriel Sexton. He owns the Pleasure Cave.”

  “Ah, the missing brother everyone is talking about.”

  Shaking his hand, Matthew smiled. “The pleasure is all mine, Gabriel. Please call me Matthew.”

  * * * *

  Andrew felt like barfing as his brother schmoozed the local BDSM owner. He didn’t know what was going on in Matthew's devious mind, but if it had anything to do with Macie, Andrew was going to kick his ass again.

  Leaving his brother, Andrew headed across the street to check on Macie. He knew from the look of his brother, Macie had unleashed her inner medusa on him. He needed to make sure that she hadn’t decimated anyone else.

  The diner was relatively calm as patrons ate and talked amongst themselves. With Macie nowhere in sight, he headed to her office, knowing she would be in there venting as she beat the shit out of her filing cabinet. He didn’t bother knocking as he walked in and stood back giving her plenty of room. Oh yeah, Macie May was in full destructive mode. “Baby, you okay?”

  “No, Andy, I’m not!” she shouted, kicking the file cabinet once more. “He came in here like he didn’t do anything wrong. It was just as if he never left, all smiles and suave looks. I hate him!”

  “No you don’t. You’re just upset with him. I wish you would tell me what happened. I might be able to fix it.”

  Leaning against her desk, she bowed her head. “You can’t. There’s nothing to fix. It’s done and over with. I’m over it.”

  “Apparently not, Macie, because you just kicked a hole in your file cabinet.”

  “Sorry.”

  Rubbing his hands up and down her arms, he whispered. “You don’t have to apologize to me, Macie. I get it. I’m upset that he’s back, too.”

  When she raised her head, and he saw tears in her eyes, Andrews’s heart shattered. For years, he loved this woman, and he accepted that she didn’t want a relationship with him. That they were just destined to be friends. However, he couldn’t stand idly by and watch her cry. He never could. There was just something about Macie, which brought out his protective instincts, and right now, he wanted so much to kiss her tears away. “Baby, you gotta stop crying. You’re killing me over here.”

  Gently grabbing her face, he tilted it up toward him. “Look at me, Macie. I love you. I have loved you for years now. Nothing, and I mean nothing, is going to stop me from loving you. Not my brother. And definitely not you pushing me away. I will always be here for you, and I will always love you.”

  Before he could utter another word, Macie was in his arms, kissing him. Her scent floated around him as her arms came around him, holding him tight. He had waited years for her to make the first move, and boy had she done it with a bang. His cock hardened instantly, straining desperately against his pants, begging to be set free.

  Every cell in his body was now awake, alert, and hungry for her.

  Gasping for air, he whispered. “Macie?”

  “Yes.”

  He couldn’t stop himself. She was so damn addictive as he kissed up and down her neck. She was so responsive, so seductive, so much more than he imagined.

  “I am going to fuck you unless you tell me to stop, right now.”

  “Okay,” she moaned as he bit her shoulder.

  “Okay stop, or okay fuck me?”

  “Don’t stop, fuck now.”

  Maintaining eye contact, she slowly began to take off her clothes. He watched in amazement, never taking his eyes from hers. She was beautiful. He knew she would be. When her shirt fell to the floor, he reached between her ample breasts and unclasped her bra.

  God, he loved bras that hooked in the front.

  The bra fell from her shoulders. Before him was the prettiest set of tits he had ever seen. As she shimmied out of her jeans, Andrew did everything he could not to come in his pants. She had gone commando. God he loved this woman.

  Kicking her jeans away, she stood before him in just her purple cowboy boots. She lowered herself to her knees in front of him. Her knees, spread slightly apart for balance, allowed the room to fill with the scent of her essence.

  Reaching up, she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. The pressure of his hard cock made opening his zipper a little tricky, but she managed without a problem. He kicked off his shoes and placed his hands on her shoulders to steady himself as she helped him step out of his pants, boxers, and socks.

  He stood naked from the waist down. His feet spread shoulder-width apart, hands resting on her shoulders and playing with her hair. His engorged cock throbbed in time with his accelerated heartbeat. His heavy balls hung parallel to her chin. One of her hands encircled his cock while the other gently, but firmly, cupped his balls. He never once broke eye contact as she lightly stroked his cock. Her other hand continued to manipulate his rapidly swelling testicles, sliding smoothly over his freshly shaved skin. Keeping both hands in place, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.

  He felt as if he should warn her. His cock wasn’t like any other she might have experienced. As the result of his circumcision at birth, the head of his cock flared open wider, creating a fatter mushroom head. The underside of the head of his cock was almost completely separated, causing an extreme sensitivity to being touched, but the smile on her face made him realize that she had just figured that part out.

  Stroking and fondling him, her tongue darted out, licking the underside of his head and halfway down his shaft. Opening her mouth, she kissed the head of his cock. Her saliva glistened on his shaft as she continued teasing him.

  The hand on his balls moved further back as her fingers started to tickle and tease his sensitive perineum. Spreading his legs further apart, he gave her access to everything. She grinned wickedly up at him as he fell under her spell.

  Growling, Andrew couldn’t take much more. He wanted her lips on him now. “Enough. Suck.” Before he could blink, she encased his cock in the silky lining of her mouth and throat. Her lips and nose rested against his body as her throat swallowed, gripping and releasing him.

  Running his hands through her hair, he wound the strands around his fingers, slowly pumping into her mouth. She submitted beautifully, letting him take control. Her mouth was hot, silky, and smooth. He was in heaven as he thrust in and out of her. Sliding back along his length, she began to work his cock with her mouth while her hand cupped and pulled on his balls.

  Her scent floated around him, making his mouth water. He couldn’t wait to drink from her pussy. No words were spoken, no signals were given as she released him and stood before him. Her lips were swollen and glistening. Her body covered with goose bumps.

  Pausing suddenly with his forehead against hers, he took a moment to stare into her eyes. Her breathing increased as he kissed his way down her face, her neck, her collarbone, and her belly, then back up again to the smooth skin between her breasts. Without warning, he latched on to her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. Her body bucked as a small orgasm washed through her. He grinned, doubling his efforts, alternating between sucking, biting, and licking, between her breasts. With his mouth on one nipple, his finger pulled, tugged, and rolled the other one. She moaned loudly, and Andrew knew his Macie liked it a little rough.

  She was perfect for him, all sweetness and sass, with a little bite of masochism.

  “You liked that, didn’t you, baby? Does the bite feel good? Does it make your cunt quiver for more? How much pain can you take, baby? Shall I give you more?” he taunted her, pinching her nipple even harder. Her body responded quickly. Her breasts firmed, her stomach heaved, and her pussy leaked more of her sweet cream.

  “You are a naughty girl, aren’t you, baby?”

 
“Yes,” she gasped as he pulled on her nipple. Her hips began to rock back and forth as she slid herself up and down against him. He looked down and noticed his thigh was shimmering with her pussy cream. He knew she was close to coming again, as she vigorously rubbed her clit harder and harder against him.

  “Don’t come, baby. Hold it,” he ordered, picking her up and depositing her on the edge of her desk. Dropping to his knees in front of her, he placed her legs over his shoulders. With a swipe of his index finger, he coated his finger in her juices before bringing it to his mouth and tasting her.

  Andrew thought heaven was kissing the woman he’d loved for years, but the moment he tasted her pussy, he was gone. There would never be another for him, only her. If he could spend the rest of his life between her legs, he would die right now a happy man.

  He plunged his tongue inside of her before using his lips to suck on her clit and her body instantly produced copious amounts of juices as he devoured it all. Her nectar tasted sweet, and he had always had a sweet tooth. He wanted so much more of her, but his cock was about to burst. Teasing her would have to wait until later.

  Standing up, he pulled her closer to him. She began to play with her nipples. Taking a hold of his dripping cock, he rubbed the head up and down her moist cunt. He took a few moments to tease her swollen clit but knew that she was running out of patience. Her body shuddered as the head of his cock passed over her sensitive nub.

  “Fuck me, Andy,” she begged.

  “You want my cock?”

  “Yes.”

  “You want my cock in your sweet pussy?” he asked again, circling her clit with his head.

  “God yes.”

  “This cock?” he asked, slapping her pussy with his dick.

  “Yes! Your big cock.”

  Aiming his bulbous head at her opening, he thrust forward, slamming into her as he shouted, “You want this big fucking cock in your hot, wet pussy?”