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

by Rebecca Joyce

“On the bed, Matty,” he ordered firmly, quickly pulling out of her and flipping her over. He helped her position herself over his brother and lifted her hips as Matthew held his cock. Lowering her slowly, he glided her pussy over his brother’s dick, watching as it sank deep.

  Matthew held her down as Andrew aimed his cock at her tight rosebud, and not bothering to hold back any further, he thrust forward, sinking deep into her ass.

  “Fuck!” she screamed out at his intrusion. Gone was the civility and concern as a deep hunger took over. Not waiting for his brother, Andrew began pumping into her ass at a furious pace.

  “Squeeze me, Macie!” he yelled as he grabbed her hips, driving harder into her.

  Matthew kept her face against his body, not allowing her to move. Her gasps and cries filled the room as skin slapped skin. His cock plunged in and out of her tight, wet ass, his hips bumping hard against her as he fucked her.

  Bending over her, Andrew grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her ear up to his mouth. “Fuck, baby, your hot little ass feels tight around my cock. Tell me to fuck you like a whore. Tell me.” He growled the last words, needing her to say the words.

  “Fuck me, Master. Make me your whore,” she shouted.

  Releasing her hair, Andrew lost himself as he pummeled her ass, driving his cock deeper and harder. He heard his brother groan and could feel him as he came deep in her pussy as she, too, started to come hard.

  Andrew growled as her orgasm tightened her ass, milking him. With one last hard push, he exploded deep inside her, shouting. “Macie!”

  His cock throbbed and throbbed deep inside her, shooting stream after stream of his semen deep into her. Gasping for air, Andrew fell on top of her, sandwiching her between him and his brother. His cock, still buried deep, pulsed and twitched.

  * * * *

  Macie was sitting once again in the back seat of Andy’s SUV, listening to her sons cry, and once again, Andy was taking his ever-loving time getting home. She never said a word as they passed through town, but seeing several of the men armed and patrolling the area didn’t bode well with her.

  Neither Andrew nor Matthew had offered to explain what happened last night, and with the town a virtual ghost town, she figured things were still a little shaky. She knew neither of them would put her or the boys in danger, so they must have been able to calm the small mob. Yet, looking at all the empty shops and decorations left from the opening ceremony, she wondered what was going on.

  Waiting to confront them, she quietly stewed in the backseat, seething and thinking of several different ways to kill Andrew. After the last time he drove slowly, she wanted to hurt him, but this time, after everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours, she decided death was too good for him.

  “Andy, drive the fucking car!” she shouted, and instantly the boys quieted down. She heard Matthew chuckling and then Andy growl as he stepped on the gas.

  They had finally made it home, and had the boys fed and down for their naps. Walking into the kitchen, she sat at the table while Matthew handed her a cup of coffee. They had been quiet the whole time since getting home, and she had had enough. She wanted to know what happened. “All right, spill it.”

  Neither one was eager to jump in and start the conversation, so when she glared at Matthew, he relented and started. “First off, Mrs. Van Ottoman was found dead this morning in her home. Since basically half the town are suspects, the Federal Bureau of Investigation has taken over that part of the investigation. Secondly, since the town is privately owned, the remaining members of the city council and the founding families have declared martial law, so to speak, until all other matters are resolved. Businesses will reopen tomorrow, but nobody’s allowed to go unescorted, which means that Andy or I will be with you at all times. Also,” he said, but she interrupted him.

  “What do you mean by ‘the remaining members of the city council’?”

  Sighing, Andrew replied, “Last night certain members of the city council that backed and helped Ms. Van Ottoman in her attempt to take control of Treasure Cove were fired from their positions and were then asked nicely to leave within the next twenty-four hours and to never return.”

  “Why did they support her? Treasure Cove has been a peaceful community for as long as I can remember,” Macie asked, concerned and a bit confused. She got that some people just had different ideologies, but when they had lived in a community for years, she didn’t know how they could accept the multiple and diverse families one minute and change their tune the next. Something wasn’t adding up.

  “Apparently Mrs. Van Ottoman had a document that stated that upon the town’s bicentennial, the founding families assets would revert back to the town.”

  “What!”

  “Don’t worry. Matthew has the document and has already verified that it is a fake. However, because of that document, certain members of the town agreed with Ms. Van Ottoman that the town should be purged of all its different families. She wanted to create a society of what she believed was normal, upstanding citizens that primarily did as they were told,” Andrew added.

  “Well, that was never going to happen. Treasure Cove has been a diverse town since its inception. People move here all the time so they can live the lifestyle they want without being persecuted. Our town was founded on those beliefs. How could they want to change that?”

  “Money, plain and simple,” Matthew said.

  “You mean this was all about money?” she asked incredulously. Now, she knew that some families were better off than the others were, but generally, everyone helped each other in a time of need. The community worked together to make sure that the town and its residents lived a happy life.

  “It looks that way,” Matthew replied quietly.

  “So what do we do now?” she asked, looking at the both of them. When they grinned mischievously, she narrowed her eyes and slowly got up from her chair. Shaking her head, she laughed. “No, my body is worn out. Forget it.”

  Macie screeched, never making it out of the kitchen.

  * * * *

  The diner, packed full at lunchtime, was always her busiest part of the day. Bustling around the tables, setting orders down, taking them, and gossiping with the residents, she ignored her aching feet and the need to sit. Most of the residents were happy to see the town back up and running, but others were still cautious as they constantly scanned the area for anything out of the ordinary. She noticed that almost all of the men were wearing holsters with their guns at the ready.

  Even Matthew and Andrew wore them.

  Smiling, she felt like she had been transported back to the Wild West. It was going to take some time getting used to it, but she figured that as long as everyone kept their guns secured at their hip and didn’t start shooting up her place, she would keep her mouth quiet.

  With Matthew greeting everyone that walked in, she decided to take a few moments to herself. Heading into her office, she noticed the stack of bills on her desk and figured if she was going to sit down, she might as well filter through them.

  “Bill, bill, bill, bill…” she said softly when, halfway through the stack, she noticed a letter addressed to her. Looking for a return sender, she was puzzled when there wasn’t one. Leaning back in her chair, she took a sip of the sweet tea she brought with her and opened the envelope and read the contents.

  “Motherfucker!” she shouted as she marched out into the dining room, walked straight over to Matthew. Waving the letter in his face, she yelled, “How could you keep this from me! You had no right!”

  He grabbed the letter and read the contents, and quickly looked up at her and sighed, “Macie I can explain.”

  “I don’t want to hear any more of your excuses!” she screamed at him, furiously. Her whole life she accepted the fact that she was the daughter of the town whore. She never knew who her father was, and would never likely know. She learned to look the other way when people snickered and made rude comments about her and her mother, figuring that was li
fe.

  Yet, it wasn’t.

  Her life was a lie.

  She had a father, and her mother was no whore.

  “Come with me now,” Matthew said, grabbing her arm and pulling her from the diner. Yelling and screaming the whole way, she tried to break free from the man who knew the truth but kept everything from her. Fighting as hard as she could, she kicked and screamed, attracting the attention of passerby’s. However, before she could break free, Matthew rounded on her, and instantly she was hanging upside down over his shoulder.

  When he slapped her ass hard, it only infuriated her even more. “I hate you for this!”

  “Yeah, well, I hate myself, so shut up!” he shouted back, slapping her ass again, harder. Lifting her head, she could tell he was heading toward his law office, but as he passed the sheriff’s station, he opened the door and yelled, “Braxton! Get out here.”

  Waiting, she continued to fight him, and every time she went to arch her back upward, his hand would slam down hard on her ass, causing a searing burn.

  “Kind of busy here, Matt, what is it?” she heard Braxton say when he stepped onto the street, and Macie wasted no time ranting. “Arrest him! I want to press assault charges!”

  “Baby, you haven’t seen assault yet. Shut the hell up!” Matthew fumed, slapping her ass once more. “I don’t care how busy you are, Braxton. The first letter arrived. Follow me.”

  “Fuck,” Braxton groaned. “I thought we would at least have time to prepare. Where’s the letter?”

  “I have it. It’s about you and Macie. Come with me. I have to show you both something,” she heard Matthew explain, and before she could say another word, he was walking again with Braxton following.

  It only took another minute before she was in Matthew’s private office. As he lowered her to the floor, she tried to kick him, but he was ready for her and moved out of the way.

  She fell into Braxton.

  “Damn, Macie, chill out,” Braxton shouted, pushing her into a chair.

  “Tell him now!” she yelled, looking at Matthew.

  “What’s going on?” Braxton asked.

  Matthew sighed and walked over to a filing cabinet, pulling a file from the top drawer. Turning, he leaned against his desk and handed the file to Braxton.

  He watched as Macie leaned over as they both read the contents.

  He knew what was in that folder. He inherited it when he took over for the last attorney for Treasure Cove. The only thing was he just didn’t know how to explain to either of them, that their lives were not what they seemed. There was a lot he knew about the town and its residents. However, thanks to his profession, the ethics and laws that bound him, he could not reveal any of it. But figuring that all parties were now deceased, the coast was clear. Since that old bitch was hell-bent on stirring up the dead, Matthew knew his office was about to be inundated with angry and upset citizens.

  He hated what this was doing to Macie. She deserved to know the truth. He only wished he had told her sooner and all of this could have been avoided. The past was done, and all he could do was help her understand and move on.

  Macie silently cried as Braxton reached for her hand. Neither one said anything as they read everything, looking at what few photos the file contained, trying to accept what it all entailed. When they finished, Braxton closed the folder and handed it back to him. Braxton turned to Macie, grabbed her, and hugged her close as he cried. “I have a sister.”

  Looking up, he saw Andrew, Charlotte, and Jordan standing in the doorway. Nodding, he motioned them inside as Jordan closed the door behind them. Nobody said anything as Braxton and Macie hugged and cried in each other’s arms.

  “When I took over this law firm, I inherited many things. Most does not concern you, but everything in this folder does. I couldn’t tell you until the last person associated with this file died. Now that she has, I was planning to tell you both when everything settled down. I am sorry I kept this from you, but my hands were tied. I have checked everything out, and the documents are legitimate. A simple blood test will confirm the rest. That is, if you want to find out,” Matthew stated, and when both Macie and Braxton shook their heads no, he smiled.

  “I know this is going to take some time to understand, but this is what I found out. Braxton, your father married his wife Karen about seven years before he met Macie’s mother, Cassie. Since Judge and Karen were unable to conceive, they decided to secretly seek out another woman, your mother, Macie. From letters and this journal, Judge loved both women dearly. He wanted to marry your mother, Macie, but because he was already married to Karen, they had a civil ceremony. For all intents and purposes, Macie, your mother was married when she gave birth to you nine months later. Cassie got pregnant again five years later and had Braxton. Tatiana was there at the hospital when Braxton was born because Eloise Quinn was there giving birth to Travis, Tucker, and Tate. When she saw Judge, she blackmailed him and Karen, threatening to expose him. You see, at the time, Judge was highly prominent in the community, and he was afraid he would lose his standing. Therefore, he gave into Tatiana’s demands.

  “Now according to the journal, Macie, your mother knew how much Judge’s job meant to him, so she agreed to leave their trio. Since the town already knew of you, Macie, she gave her newborn son to Judge and Karen, whom she loved, in the hopes that her son would be accepted and loved by the community. Judge paid Tatiana a hefty sum, and everything was kept secret. However, Judge knew Tatiana and enlisted the aid of the old attorney. All three of them, Judge, Cassie, and Karen, each signed affidavits stating everything they knew, and vowed that when the time was right, you both were to be told the truth.

  “They were trying to protect you both. Judge tried to stem the hatred toward you, Macie. He loved you dearly, and did everything he could to protect you. All three of them left you both letters,” Matthew said, handing Braxton and Macie three sealed envelopes.

  “I’ll give you both some privacy,” he said, motioning for everyone to leave the room.

  Macie looked at Braxton and whispered. “Which one do we open first?”

  “Open Karen’s first.”

  Doing as he requested, Macie opened the envelope and read,

  My Dearest Darlings,

  If you are reading this letter, then you both know the truth. I wish things could have been different for all of us. I want you both to know that we did what we thought was best at the time. We did it because we knew of no other way. I know that is no excuse, considering the town we live in, but I pray that someday you can forgive us for our faults.

  I never thought I wanted or needed someone else in my life to make it complete, but when I met Cassie Hicks, she was the prettiest, sweetest, most loving woman I had ever met, and I fell instantly in love with her. It didn’t take Judge long after that, and for a while, we were all blissfully happy, and then my beautiful little girl came.

  Macie, my darling, I never could have children, and accepted my fate early on in life, but when Cassie told us of her pregnancy not long after our commitment ceremony, everything changed for me. I was going to be a momma. When I held you in my arms for the first time, it felt as if a dam had broken in me, and I have never been the same since. You were my first child, my daughter, and I love you dearly.

  Braxton, my darling boy, you were a surprise blessing. How else can I express what joy I felt when you were born? Though, I am not your biological mother, I pray that I do everything right by you. My one regret was not having the courage to stand up for what I wanted most, and in the end, it cost me the love of my life, but since you are now reading this, we are once again together in each other’s arms.

  It kills me that I can’t be there to tell you this news myself, but know that I am watching you, protecting you, and always loving you from afar.

  Until we meet again,

  Mother Karen.

  “I don’t know what to say,” Macie whispered, folding the letter and placing it back in its envelope. Looking at Braxton, she
handed him a letter. “You read this one.”

  He nodded and opened it.

  Dear Braxton,

  I am writing this letter to you and not your sister for several reasons, but the main one is that this is the last time I will ever get to hold you in my arms, and I wanted to share it with you.

  As I sit here in this office, your tiny little brow is scrunched. So serious, my little man, I wonder what you are thinking about. You have my father Dean’s dark hair, and your father’s stubborn chin, but your eyes are all mine, my love. I want to tell you that having you was a gift from God, and I will thank him every day until I leave this earth.

  I am going to miss you so much. My heart aches just knowing that in just a few short minutes, your father and mother Karen will take you from me, and I will only be able to see you from afar.

  I want you to know this was my idea. Please don’t blame your father and mother. I chose this course, and though they agreed, they did so under duress. You see, I want for you what I was unable to do for your sister. She is a little firecracker, and strong willed, but the rumors have already started, and I know when she starts school this fall, the hateful words will come next. Your father and I will protect her as best we can, but if I can spare you that pain, then all of this will have been worth it.

  As I look across the room, your father and mother Karen are hugging and crying as they hold and kiss your sister. She doesn’t understand what is going on, and I don’t have it in me to tell her. I hope she can forgive me, but you, my little man, be brave and know that I have loved you from the moment you were conceived, and when I take my last breath, my thoughts will be of you.

  I love you,

  Momma

  Tears streamed down her brother’s face as he repeated those last four words. Her heart was breaking for him as she held him as he cried from deep within his soul. She didn’t know how long she held him in her arms, and she didn’t care, but when he sniffed and looked at her, he softly said, “Read the last one.”