Sorry this took so long. I promise to update sooner next time.
Chapter TextIn the next few days, Mac and Meghan formulated their plan. Yes, it was just one man who did this, but he must have had help and it was Meghan's idea to just take out their whole crew. This required planning, which Mac was an expert at.
After they had decided on a plan of action, they started the stalking, Mac knew without a doubt that the best way to carry this out was to know everything possible about his victims. While Meghan wanted to barge in and play shooting gallery, he knew from past experience that it wouldn't work. There were too many variables for his liking, Mac was a man who needed to be in control of every aspect of a situation.
What he had planned would require patience and he was a patient man. He had followed and stalked Meghan for months he reminded her.
"Alright, but I've done some damage in my time too…"
"I know baby, I know, but trust me on this one…"
'I trust you…" She answered, and that was true enough. Mac had never worked with another person like this, he was a solo operation and so was she but they would be good together. It was like the perfect storm.
They spent many nights watching the group and following them everywhere they went. In time Mac let Reggie rest in his mind and forgave himself. As much as she didn't deserve what happened to her; Meghan helped him see that it wasn't his fault.
Soon he was back to his normal snarling self and truth be told that was the way she preferred him. Meghan needed a man who would give her a run for her money and he did just that.
He had mourned his sister and was hell bent on revenge and that gave him his old edge back.
As they sat on the steps of his porch having a few beers one night and getting high, she sitting between his legs on a lower step, they watched the sun going down. It was almost romantic and almost like they were some other couple. It was normal, whatever that was now.
Mac rested his arms on her shoulders and brought his face to her ear, "What's your body count?"
"None of your fucking business…'
"I mean kill body count, you ain't fucking anyone else ever again." He wrapped his fingers in her hair and pilled, 'Are ya?"
"I don't know Mac, Calvin didn't care what I did, as long as I was with him when he wanted me…"
"Yeah well I don't play that shit, anyone so much as looks at you cross eyed and I'll slit their throat."
"That go for women too?" She snarked as their eyes met.
"Yeah, smarty pants, cheating is cheating, you fuck anyone but me, male ot female and I'll kill you both." He let go of her hair roughly and stood up, unbuckling his pants, "Suck my cock Meg, You pissed me off, it's time for you to stop talking."
Meghan eyes him from where she was sitting below him, she was eye to eye with his cock but this was not the time. If she gave in now, even if it was what she wanted, he would dominate her for the rest of their time together.
She looked up at him and shook her head no. Then she was up on her feet and running into the house before he knew what happened.
"You fucking bitch," Mac called after her as he zipped up quick and took off after her, "You better run fast baby cause here I come…"
He tackled her in the bedroom as she was putting on her shoes to run out the door in the back of the house and they landed on the bed. Megan rolled over and slapped at his face, but he quickly overpowered her and held both of her wrists in his hand.
His body weight was heavy on her and she squirmed under him.
"Mac I said no!" She kicked her feet up and that just spurred him on, in one quick move he flipped her over and yanked down her shorts.
"What's that Meghan? You want to get fucked as hard as I got?"
He pulled her up around the waist and pushed his cock inside her as she let out a breath of air in a huff.
"Coming right up," He smacked the side of her ass and pulled her against him hard.
"Get off me motherfucker!" She hollered as he pushed in and out of her.
"Next time blow me when you're told to and I won't have to get rough," He answered slamming her hips against her.
"Fuck off Mac," She screamed and he pulled her hair, bringing her face back to him. His hot breath was on her skin as he licked her neck, reveling in the salty taste of her skin. His teeth grazed her neck as one hand slid under her shirt to her breast, "I'll cut your throat in your sleep!"
"Stop the dirty talk Meg, you're gonna make me cum too fast…" He crooned into her ear as his one hand held her waist and the other fondled her breasts.
"Goddamn you!"
Mac slid his hand down from her breasts to her pussy and she cried out.
"Still mad at me?" He whispered as his fingers slid against her just right. Mac was a lot of things, a lot of bad things but even when he was taking this from her, he wanted it to be good for her too.
"Fuck!" She whimpered as her body went slack like a rag doll. Behind her Mac grinned a devil's grin.
"Who's the boss Meghan?" He demanded, stopping his fingers to her utter horror, leaving her hanging there on the edge of sweet oblivion.
"You…" She moaned, "Please…"
"Say it," He commanded, "You're the boss of me, Mac" He pounded her harder, "Say it."
He fluttered his finger tips against her and she sobbed out, "You're the boss of me…"
"Who makes the rules?" He smacked her ass again then went right back to his evil work between her legs.
"You do!" She screamed as the world crashed down all around her. Her pussy gripped his cock like a vice and Mac screamed right after her as he pulled out and came on her perfect, heart shaped ass.
Mac collapsed next to her, reached into the nightstand for a smoke and lit it. Meghan rolled over and stared at him.
"Sometimes I hate you, you know that?"
"I know," He replied and handed her the cigarette.
