Mac meets a girl who he can't control

Hey, what's the point of this

Oh, hey, what's your favorite song

Maybe we could hum along

Well, I think you're smart

You sweet thing

Tell me your name

I'm dying here

Ah-ooh, got you where I want you, oh yeah

Ah-ooh, got you where I want you, oh, yeah

Got You Where I Want You by The Flys

/

Carina was Spanish for beloved, but she had always been so much more and so out of reach, even when they were kids. Mac had not thought about her for years, not until he heard she was coming back to town from her friend Sylvia who he fucked sometimes. It had been one of those post coital comments that she would make; she always tried to get him to stay the night by engaging him in conversation but he never did. This time she dropped that bomb before he could bolt and he stopped dead.

For the first time ever he was interested in talking afterwards.

She had tried snuggling up to him but he rolled off the bed to get his pants on but stopped short when she mentioned Carina. He stood up and turned back to her and he could have sworn he heard her snicker as he zipped up.

"What the entire fuck Sylvia?"

"You heard me…Carina is coming back to town to do her dissertation or some shit."

Mac grabbed his cigarettes and lit one, tossing the pack on the nightstand, took a long drag and looked out the window, "Ain't that something," Then he turned back and glared daggers at her, "Now tell me everything you know."

Sylvia knew all too well about Mac and Carina, specifically that she was the only girl in their class that wouldn't give him the time of day. This was like poking the snake for no good reason, but she loved the reaction she got. Negative attention and all of that.

Mac never stayed the night with anyone but he was hella interested in hearing more about Carina's future plans now. He stayed for an hour until he knew exactly how it was going down. The tea was that Carina had graduated UCLA with a degree in anthropology and was coming back to do her thesis work on the local reservation. She planned to stay until she completed her graduate work, in other words, she could be there a while.

No one in town ever thought she'd come back after her parents died, but that had been her first year in college and she had been back for just one day, to bury them. She sold their house a month or two later and then she was in the wind again. Only Reggie had seen her that time, Carina wasted no time getting the fuck out of Cainville and hadn't been back since.

He drove home from Sylvia's with a smile on his face, which was unusual. She was just an easy fuck, that was all, nothing to smile about after the deed was done. Sylvia was a means to an end. But Carina? She would never give it up, not in High School, not after, not ever. Mac had tried too, he could be charming when he wanted to be, even as a boy of seventeen but it had not worked on her; she saw right through him.

She always had a plan, never did drugs other than smoking a little pot, and kept her eyes on the prize of getting out of dodge. Carina never gave him the time of day.

But she was coming back and had rented a little house out in the canyon by the rez according to Sylvia. Mac knew the guy who owned that house, maybe he could get a set of keys. The guy had a habit, so it was likely that could be arranged.

This girl was his white whale and Mac had read Moby Dick fifteen times, it wasn't his favorite book but he could relate to a man chasing an unreachable goal, be it a woman or a fish. His favorite book was To Kill A Mockingbird for the record, and Carina was his forever wish on a falling star, if he believed in any of that.

All of them, Sylvia, Devon, Reggie, Carina and, Mac had gone all through Grammar School and High School together and then she went away to college, Mac hadn't thought about her in years. Out of sight out of mind as the saying goes.

He had all but forgotten how attracted he had always been to her until Sylvia opened her big mouth. Now she was back on his mind; so much so that he had trouble falling asleep once he got home. Her image was stuck in his brain after all this time and he felt seventeen again.

He closed his eyes and called fourth her image in his head, remembering the details of her face and body. Before long he was hard again after just fucking Sylvia, but he went with it. He hadn't rubbed one out to Carina since he was eighteen, and he still remembered every detail of her.

Carina had deep auburn hair and green eyes, and was a foot shorter than him at least, but with a slamming body. When they were kids he used to sneak up behind her and pick her up like it was nothing. She'd scream until he let her down, call him an asshole then bum a cigarette off him. Those were good times, they had been so young then and now he just felt old sometimes, worn out. Until hearing the news he had just heard.

The next night after work he got out some old pictures from when they were in school. Had it really been twelve years already? Time went by so fast on the other side of thirty that was for sure. Seeing her again, just the thought of it breathed new life into him for the moment, and that was a good thing.

Mac got high and thumbed through the pictures, it was out of character for him to be sentimental in any way, not even for his family. Most of the time he was at odds with all of them, they saw each other when they had to, worked together in the family business and kept ties tight. But they were not close in any kind of loving way, after a few more hits, his excitement grew at the thought of new pussy, it had been a long time.

Walter frowned on his extracurricular activities, and didn't like when he brought women to the caves. They never came back and Walter was not looking for blow back or for the law to be coming around any more than they already did. His father was a buzz kill, but this was one buzz he wouldn't ruin.

/

Carina arrived on a boring Tuesday a few weeks later while he sat outside the garage bay where his day job was taking a cigarette break. Mac had been cooking in the caves for three nights to fill an order to Las Vegas, and he was dog tired that day. He was at Walter's garage turning wrenches, contemplating dipping out early to go home and crash when fate, which had a way of smiling down on him sometimes, changed that plan.

He saw and heard her old 1987 Porsche 911 Targa roll by, kicking up the red dust that was always all over the place there. Her one arm hung out the window, dangling on the door with her hair blowing in the wind and he watched her park at the Luna Mesa. Mac knew that car anywhere, he had worked on it for the previous owner and for Carina back in the day before she left for college.

He threw down his cigarette and sauntered across the street just as she was getting out of the car. He hadn't bothered to pull up his coveralls, and just stood there in just his wife beater, with his coveralls hanging around his hips revealing his boxers.

Carina had on a denim skirt, t- shirt and white converse and he licked his lips looking at her, it had been too long and she had grown into a beautiful woman. Her hair was longer, almost to her ass and she still had a little smattering of freckles across her nose, he would have known her anywhere.

"Look what the wind blew in…" He whistled as she turned to face him, taking off her sunglasses, and he was all up in her space already, "Still driving this old piece of shit?"

"Mac, don't disparage Connie, she's been good to me, as you well know," She answered as he backed her up against her car, then Carina put one hand up to his chest to get him to back up and he did, "Personal space, hey?"

"Oh, you didn't miss me? I missed you." He grinned at her but stepped back as she requested just enough so she could close her car door.

"Stop lying," She laughed with a toss of her head, Mac watched her hair in the sunlight. As it bounced the red was reflecting and beautiful. Today was a good day, he smiled to himself.

"Would I lie to you?" He teased, as he pushed a lock of her hair back behind her ear and kept his fingers lingering there for a tick. It tickled Carina and she felt goosebumps erupt all over her body.

"I'm quite sure you have," She laughed her reaction to him off, "On more than one occasion as I recall."

"Ah... that's just kids stuff," He backed her up again, "We ain't kids anymore."

His voice was gravely, hot, she hadn't remembered that. But then he was always a heavy smoker and had the smokers rasp now, it didn't matter, it was sexy as hell. Not that she would ever tell him that.

Mac had always been trouble, but he was right, they weren't kids anymore. He put his hands on the roof of the car on either side of her, and she didn't stop him. His eyes were still a striking color blue and Carina had been taken off guard.

"Are we Rina?"

He caged her with his arms in a way that made her feel small, over powered, and so wanted. Mac moved from foot to foot as he got closer to her, grinning. As he always did, he flirted with her unabashedly and it was no big surprise. The surprise was her reaction this time; Mac was staring at her, eye fucking her, taking in every inch of her with all of his senses and made no effort to hide it. It was like a magnet, and she couldn't get out of his grasp and part of her didn't want to.

"No we aren't…" Her voice trailed off, and Mac was even more brazen now.

He moved closer, inhaling her scent, running his nose through her hair and over her neck, sending chills all over her body. No man had ever stared so deeply at her before, or smelled her like an animal; he looked like he wanted to eat her alive. Carina felt drawn to him in a way she never had been before, when they were kids she found him offensive, rude, and obnoxious. If she didn't know herself better she would have thought she would swoon over this raw sexuality he exuded. He was a man now, not the boy he was when she left all those years ago

"It's good to see you," He crooned into her ear and his voice was like smooth whiskey, with the rasp and all. He had swooped in and taken her off guard, it was so hard to resist and she didn't know if she wanted to.

"...likewise…"

"You finally ready to scratch the unscratchable itch, baby... hmmm?"

She let out a breath as he brought his face closer to her, made no effort to stop him invading her space this time. Mac was just about to try for a kiss when his cock blocking brother hollered across the parking lot to them and Carina saw Regina from the corner of her eye. They had always been tight, and Mac knew this was a lost cause, for now.

He backed up as Carina turned and waved to her, "Hey Gina," She called to her and before Mac knew what hit him she was off to say hi to his little sister. Mac leaned back against her car and lit a cigarette as he watched the two women hug each other.

'I'll be seeing you, huh?" He murmured to no one but himself.

He had all the time in the world, he knew writing a thesis took some people years. Carina was smart and dedicated, but he planned to distract her, keep her here, and this time he wasn't going to stop until he got between her legs where he always wanted to be.

/

After his smoke and being blown off by Carina, Mac got on the phone with Sylvia at lunch time an hour or two later to find out what she knew, and she knew it all. Carina was renting the house at the edge of the canyon, and was heading out there to unpack her stuff. It didn't look like she had brought much, but Sylvia said a moving truck was also dropping things off in a few days.

A moving truck? She was here for a while then, and he smiled. He could do this, and this time he would succeed. Mac never lacked for female companionship when he wanted it, soon he would have what he wanted, his foot was already in the door.

Sylvia also informed him that they were having dinner at Walter's place later that night and did he want to come? Carina had said she saw him and would enjoy catching up with him too, per Sylvia. Although he doubted that part, Mac decided he'd play the long con with this if he had to, but she was not slipping through his fingers again.