“Uh, Cricket, you got them, right?” Andrew said, placing one of the carriers on the front porch as she grabbed the other. After he handed over the keys to the house, he turned, hurrying back to his car. “Help yourself to anything you can find. You have my number. Call if there is an emergency!” he shouted as he peeled out of the driveway, heading back toward town.
“Wow, he needs to calm his energy,” she said, watching the SUV speed out of the driveway. Looking down at the two small bundles, she grinned. “All right, boys, let’s go read your fortunes while I make y’all a pretty bracelet.”
* * * *
By the time Andrew made it back into town, his temper had abated. He didn’t know why he had let it go, but if he expected Macie to be open and honest with him, he couldn’t go barging into her place of work demanding answers from her. Nope, he was going to have to wait and hope she came to him with whatever she had planned.
Then he could tell her no.
Either way, when he looked at the clock, he smiled and said, “Time for lunch.”
He walked into the diner and found his meal. Standing against the counter, talking with her cousin Jeff, she laughed at something he said. Not saying a word, he walked over and sat in a booth, and just watched her. She looked so beautiful with that collar around her neck. He imagined tying her to his spanking chair as he whipped her pretty little ass. He wanted to show her so much, explore so many avenues with her. She was very receptive in the bedroom, and a firecracker when chained up. His cock hardened just thinking about what he could do to her.
“Hey, Doc, ready for lunch?” Kelly said, walking over to his booth.
“I could eat,” he replied, still looking at Macie. When Kelly giggled, he turned to her. “What’s so funny?”
“You. Why don’t you take the rest of the day off, Doc? You look like you need it.”
“We have the new nurse showing up today. I have to be there to train her.”
“I can do it. My group meeting was canceled, so I have nothing to do after lunch.”
“You don’t mind? What about Micah and Daniel?”
“Oh, those two are working on a new case. They won’t be back until later this evening. Besides, it will give me something to do, instead of sitting at home watching American Idol.”
“If you don’t mind, I would appreciate it.”
“Sure. You want a sweet tea to go with lunch?”
“Actually, I want something sweeter,” he said, getting up from the booth. Walking around the counter, he nodded to Jeff and grabbed Macie’s hand. “Jeffery.”
“Doc.” His friend nodded and grinned as Andrew pulled Macie into the kitchen toward her office. Once inside, he shut the door and locked it.
“Andy, I’m working. What do you want?” Macie questioned him.
“I’m hungry,” he said, moving closer to her as she backed up toward her desk.
“Then ask Kelly to get you a plate of food,” she whispered, her eyes getting wider.
“I don’t want food, Macie.”
“What do you want?” her voice barely audible.
“Strip,” he ordered.
“What?” she gasped.
“I won’t ask again,” he said gruffly, standing before her, looking at her. Andrew gave no room for her to fight or rebuke him. No, he wanted her, and he wanted her now. She tugged on the collar around her neck, thinking, wondering if she should push the matter, but he wasn’t going to have it. He growled, getting her attention, and she quickly removed her apron.
Stepping back, she kicked off her shoes and removed her clothing. Leaving her bra and panties on, she looked up at him, waiting.
“I said strip.”
“Yes, Master,” she said and removed the last bit of clothing she had on. Once the last article of clothing drifted to the floor, Andrew quickly pulled her into his arms, kissing her hungrily. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, he gave her no room to deny him.
He wanted her.
The hunger grew within him until he felt as if he were going to combust.
Swiftly swiping his arm across her desk, all the papers and files fell to the floor. He picked her up, laying her on her back. Spreading her legs, he dove between her legs, latching onto her clit, licking and sucking like a starved man. He heard her cry out as her fingers threaded through his hair. “Oh god!”
Grabbing her breast, he twisted and pinched her nipples until they were hard as little stones. Lifting his head, he nipped and kissed his way up to her breast. She moaned and writhed beneath him. Latching on hard, he sucked deeply on her breasts, pulling and biting them. Macie bucked hard and gasped as he sucked one hard pink nipple into his mouth, wetting it, as he took the other one between his fingers, tugging, letting it slip from between his fingers with a snap.
Releasing her nipple, he sought her mouth, pulling her to him. She kissed him, aggressively, breathing hard. Their tongues dueled as he dominated her. Her hands were everywhere, trying to get at his skin, her nails raking through his clothes. He, too, couldn’t stop touching her, wanting to feel every inch of her.
Standing up, he found her little chair and slid it over to her desk. Sitting, he grabbed her legs and pulled, resting her feet on the corners over her desk. She was splayed wide open for him, and he knelt forward, inhaling her delicious, sweet scent.
“Time for lunch,” he said, and then he look a long languid lick.
Macie shivered a little, not from the cold. Her skin was still extremely warm. He cupped her ass in his palms and squeezed tightly onto her round globes. Macie writhed as he moved his right hand up between her cheeks and pressed on her tight rose hole. Andrew was delirious with hunger. Her bare little pussy was drenched as he sucked and slurped her cunt. His appetite was ravenous. He wanted more. He needed more. Getting to his feet, he ordered her to turn and kneel on her desk. He wanted her ass and pussy. He needed to taste all of her.
She did as he asked, and when she was on all fours, her back bowed, ass in the air, he widened her legs a little more and went back to his feast. Spreading her ass cheeks, he licked her from clit to rose hole, paying special attention to the darker hole. He rimmed her, licking furiously with his tongue as his fingers rubbed and stroked her clit.
Her hips started to rock back into him, grinding her ass into his face. Spreading her knees wider, she helplessly opened herself to him, and Andrew took full advantage. Holding tight to her ass, he thrust his tongue deep into her tight hole, fucking it furiously as he plunged two fingers into her wet pussy.
“Oh fuck, yes, Master! Fuck me with your mouth,” she cried.
“Give me that sweet cream, Macie. Give it to me now,” he ordered as he pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy, his tongue thrusting into her ass. The moment he felt her pussy clench, he latched onto her cunt and sucked, driving his tongue deep, drinking every drop of cream she gave him. She ground her ass into his face as she rode out her orgasm. Andrew wanted more. He needed more. His cock strained hard against his jeans. He quickly unzipped his jeans, freed his cock, and began to stroke it as he tongue fucked her pussy.
Rolling his tongue, he stroked her cunt, in and out, strumming her center as his slick index finger, soaked in her juices, slid deep into her tight ass. Her body hummed and vibrated as he devoured her. She ground hard into his face. Her hands gripped the sides of her desk harder. She was getting ready to come again, and he wanted it all. He briefly touched her clit with his tongue for just a second, and she gasped and squirmed. She was so exposed, so open and ready for him.
“I am going to fuck your ass,” he said.
“Yes, Master, fuck my ass,” she replied, giving a sound like a little whimper or cry.
Releasing her cunt, he slid his finger from her pussy and leaned over her, pressing the digit into her mouth. “Suck it,” he ordered as she immediately began to suck on his finger, tasting herself.
Pulling his finger from her mouth, he slid his arm around her waist, tugging her from the desk, setting her on her feet. “Sp
read those legs, Macie. Let me see all of you.”
She did as instructed, and he pushed on her back until her chest was flush with the desk. Holding her there firmly, he refused to let her move. With his stiff cock in his hand, he rubbed the head of his cock up and down the crack of her ass, taunting her, watching her wiggle, moaning in desperation. He loved her like this. She belonged to him. He was hers to do with as he saw fit.
With no warning, he thrust his cock deep into her tight pussy.
“Fuck, baby, I love your cunt,” he groaned as he began the slow give and take, pushing himself deeper into her core. Her moans and grunts were music to his ears as he took what she offered. He would never tire of fucking her. She was his addiction, and he wanted it all.
Slowly easing out of her, he rammed his cock back in hard, jostling her, making her gasp.
“You. Are. Mine,” he growled as he picked up speed. With one hand on her back and another on her hip, he slowly circled his hips, digging deeper into her.
Reaching around her, he slid two fingers inside her pussy as his cock ground deeper into her. He stretched her with his fingers as he added a third.
“Can my pretty cunt take two cocks in her pussy?”
“Oh yes, Master. Please I would like two cocks.”
“Later, baby, right now, you’re mine.”
Keeping his fingers inside her, he started to pump into her faster, sliding in and out of her as she cried for more. With his free hand, he spread her lips apart, rubbing hard on her clit. She instantly cried out another orgasm.
“Oh yeah, baby. I can feel you squeezing me. Squeeze that tight cunt. Soak my cock in your pussy juices. Give me all of it.”
He smiled, watching her body as it shook with such intensity. He could feel it his own orgasm coming quickly, but he was not finished with her yet.
He wanted more.
He removed his fingers from her cunt, grabbed her hips, and pounded into her, increasing his speed as she soon approached another climax.
Leaning forward, he whispered. “I am going to come inside you. Tell me you want my cum inside you.”
“Give me your cum, Master. I want it,” she screamed as he pounded hard into her. He could feel her pussy walls clamping down. And with one hard push, he grabbed her hips and held her still as jet after jet of cum shot from the head of his cock. His balls were so tight, he could actually feel them pulsing as he emptied himself deep in her womb. Her pussy clamped down on him hard, milking every drop from him, as he roared out her name. “Macie!”
He stayed rooted deep within her for a long time, stroking her back as he placed kisses on her shoulders and arms. Finally, when the last drop of cum dripped from the tip of his cock, he slowly pulled out of her tight pussy and sat in the chair behind him. Gasping for air, he watched as his seed mixed with her juices dripped from her swollen lips, forming a milky pool on the floor between her legs.
Andrew didn’t know how long he sat in that chair and watched her, but when she began to move, he looked up into her eyes as she smiled. “So, is your hunger sated?”
“Never.” He smiled. Standing up, he pulled up his jeans and tucked in his shirt. Helping her off the desk, he handed her her clothes. When she was fully dressed, he pulled her back into his arms and kissed the top of her head.
“Get Tomas to cover for you. I feel my hunger coming back,” he said, taking her hand in his as he pulled her from her office.
* * * *
Matthew gathered the files he needed, placed them in his briefcase, and then headed for his car. It was late, and all he wanted to do was go home and forget about his crappy day. After spending two hours at the sheriff’s station, advising his daughter on what to say and when to be quiet, he was relieved when Braxton cleared her from any suspicion. After staying and talking with Emma and Travis for a bit, he headed back over to his office, only to be inundated with calls from the city council, requesting that he make his decision soon. The developers were going to be in town come Friday, and the council wanted to be able to say they had the land.
Though Matthew was certain of his stand regarding his family’s land, he needed to talk with Andrew and make sure they were on the same page. Until then, he couldn’t give his answer.
Grabbing his briefcase, he turned off his desk lamp and headed out of his office. Quickly locking up, he turned just in time to come face to face with none other than Aria Van Ottoman.
“Mr. Jenkins, I am glad I ran into you. Do you have a moment?”
Sighing, Matthew smiled, and replied, “Yes, Mrs. Van Ottoman. What can I do for you?”
He hated when the elderly woman cornered him. And as much as he wanted to tell her to go to hell, his mother’s voice rang clear in his head. “Matty, you respect your elders, now. No need to be rude, when a little kindness goes a long way.”
Mrs. Aria Van Ottoman had moved to Treasure Cove years ago. With her money and influence, she easily slid in with the crème de la crème of the town’s elite. Her high morals, and strict beliefs in the church and that only one man and one woman made a marriage, made her a big hit with the few who believed the town needed to rid itself of the founding families and their evil ways. Her sanctimonious speeches of morality and civic duty spurred on the towns elitists to start handing down rules and codes, which most of the town’s residents resented. However, what the old bitch really wanted was conformity. In addition, with a town consisting of multiple plural marriages, same sex marriages, and a whole lot of free spirits, well, the old bat was fighting a losing battle.
“I just wanted to let you know that the developers will be here this Friday and will be staying till Monday. I am planning on showing them around the town and ending the tour on Sunday, when the town has its Founder’s Day Parade. I was hoping that you would be a guest at my house this Saturday for a town council dinner to meet and talk with the developers. They have some wonderful ideas to help bring more businesses into this town. I hope you can make it.”
“This Saturday? Well, I will have to check with Macie and see if she is available.”
“Oh, never mind about her. She would only be bored. You know, it’s all business talk and such,” the old woman said nonchalantly, waving her hand in the air as if she was shooing a fly away from her face.
“Mrs. Van Ottoman, Macie Owens is a business owner. What happens in this town affects her, too,” Matthew replied, defending the woman he loved.
“Oh I know that, dear. I was just thinking she would be happier at home with her children. I must say, it was a shock to hear, her not being married and all.”
It took everything in him not to rip the old bat’s head off her shoulders and piss down her windpipe. Fuck being nice, he had had it, and after what Macie said to him earlier in the day, he was starting to see the real picture of this town and its holier-than-thou patrons.
Seething, he replied, “I am the father of her children.”
“Oh you don’t have to explain anything to me. I perfectly understand. Her mother was just the same way, if I recall.”
Matthew stopped and looked at the old woman. “And how would you know about Macie’s mother? Just exactly how long have you been in Treasure Cove, Mrs. Ottoman?”
“People talk, Mr. Jenkins. Nothing stays hidden long in small towns.”
“Look, Mrs. Van Ottoman, I appreciate the invitation, but I am going to have to pass. I have better things to do, and one of them is spending time with my sons. Send my apologies to the developers.”
“Have you made a decision yet about the land, Matthew?” she asked sweetly, emphasizing his name in a way that made him freeze. He knew that tone. He had heard it before, but he couldn’t place it. A tremor oozed down his spine as he looked at the old woman, trying to see if he knew her from somewhere. She wasn’t a very tall woman, maybe five foot six or seven. Her tiny frame, looked fragile, but Matthew knew that looks could be deceiving. Yet there was something about her eyes. Slate blue and crystal clear, they held an immense power unlike anything he ha
d ever seen before, and when she smiled up at him, he knew right then that Aria Van Ottoman, wasn’t a woman he wanted to tangle with.
Something vicious and evil filtered into her eyes, making him take a step back from her. He didn’t know where he had seen those eyes before, but she knew him, knew things about him, more than he was willing to think about. He needed to get away from her, to clear his head. He needed to think. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Van Ottoman, I must go. I will let you know my decision tomorrow. I promise. I just need to talk with my brother.”
With those final words, Matthew turned and walked back to his car before the old woman could ask him another question.
Chapter Seventeen
Macie was sitting in the recliner, watching the eleven o’clock news and feeding Trace, when he walked in the front door. Looking up, she smiled at him, then frowned when she saw his face. “Everything okay, Matty?”
“Just a long day. Andy in the shower?” he asked, laying his briefcase by the door. He walked over to her, leaned down, and kissed her lips.
“Mmm, I needed that,” he said with a soft smile.
Something was wrong. He was hiding something, something that was bothering him more than he was willing to admit.
She watched as he bent down and picked up a sleeping Collin, holding him close to his chest. He kissed the top of his son’s head before finding a seat on the couch. He never said anything, just stared at his son. She worried that maybe he was taking on too much and that his workload was finally rearing its ugly head, but work never seemed to bother him, until now.
When she felt Trace let go of her breast, she placed him over her shoulder, gently patting his back. Sitting there in silence was new for her. Generally, she liked to talk and hold a conversation, but looking at Matthew, she knew he wasn’t in the talking mood. After she heard a little burp from her son, she stood, walked over to his father, and said, “I’ll trade ya.”
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