Steel Toed Boots Ch Four- Aftermath
They shared a cigarette, lying close together on their stomachs in the darkness, with the lights from the parking lot and the moon the only light in the room. They talked quietly about nothing as they passed the cigarette back and forth, it was almost sweet. He never stuck around for this kind of stuff, but it felt somehow right to him. Mac was ready to go again and was just about to reach for her when she totally shocked him, blew his mind for the second time that night.
"Alright, I'll see you around," Carina said casually as she rolled off the bed and got up. Bending down she collected her things and pulled her shirt over her head then slipped on her skirt, glancing down at the shocked look on his face. Mac was getting ready for round two and she was getting dressed? He was incredulous, what the fuck did she think she was doing?
It was the middle of the night, they weren't done yet. I'll see you around? What the everloving fuck.
"You're leaving?" He was exasperated and stood up pulling his pants on but didn't bother to buckle them, "We were just getting started…"
"I told you…" She turned from the door and Mac looked like he was about to chase after her if she left. This was unacceptable to him, women always begged him to stay. Never would they have the upper hand like this, to just get out of his bed?
They had just fucked each other silly and she was leaving? Fuck no!
"Oh hell no, you're the best fuck I ever had," He grabbed the back of her shirt, "Get back in that bed. I'm not done with you yet."
Carina shook him off, "We had a deal…"
"You have got to be kidding me…" He reached for her again.
"Get off me, I'm going home, just like I said I was," She huffed, "You knew from the jump what this was…"
Mac's ego would not allow him to react any further even though he wanted to kick her ass for this, then fuck her again. He couldn't let her know how this felt, if she wanted to go, she could go. He was not begging her to stay. But he was seething underneath that bravado that was his friend through life.
No woman ever walked out on him, he always did the walking.
"Fine, go," He snapped back at her and laid back down putting his hands behind his head casually, "You'll be back."
"Don't be so dramatic, also I meant what I said. This was a one time thing," She opened the door, "Thanks though, it was good."
Mac reached down and threw one of his boots at her but she was out the door before it got there. Mac laid back down as the boot clanked against the closed door. Then got pissed again and he grabbed the other one and threw that one at the door too.
"Yeah, fuck off Carina!"
"Drama queen!" She yelled through the closed door with a laugh.
"Hey don't even think of fucking anyone else!" He yelled back, "I'll fucking kill you!"
He heard her say something outside then her footsteps came back to the door and he grinned, she was back already. He knew he was irresistible, she needed the D. The door flew open and she flounced in as he sat up.
"Back for more?" He ran his hand over the front of his pants, "I got what you need, don't worry…"
"Don't tell me what to do!" Then she was back out the door and slammed it good and hard for effect. Soon he heard her car start up and she peeled out of the parking lot.
Mac huffed and lit a cigarette, she had just treated him the way he always treated other women and he was blown away. Did she think she could just play with him that way, fuck him and the just leave? Then he laughed at himself, that was exactly what she had just done. The shoe was on the other foot now, and he didn't like the way it fit.
/
"I'll see you around," She had said like it was nothing, meant nothing. Mac was still pissed about it every time he thought about it. The sex had blown his mind and he wanted more.
After he didn't see her for a week Mac decided it was high time to make contact. She had not been to town and Carina wasn't returning his calls, Mac hadn't laid eyes on her since that night they spent together and rocked each other's worlds. It had been so good, he still thought about it everyday and he hadn't fucked anyone else since then.
Mac was not a man given to self examination, he would never stop to think past the fact that the sex had been fireworks. It had been the best he'd had in a long time, maybe ever, but he wouldn't let himself go there.
It was good with her, that was all and he wanted another go with her or a few.
It was unfathomable to him that she wouldn't be chasing him down looking for more. They always wanted more and he wanted her back in his bed. Carina had been actively avoiding him, it was just like high school again, but only now, he knew.
Carina was a phenomenal fuck, and he'd had a lot to compare it to. There was no way he was going back to Sylvia or anyone else, not till he was good and ready. Not until he'd had his fill of Carina.
He was ready for round two, but she wasn't coming around. Reggie hadn't heard from her, or Sylvia, he had asked, and turned down her offer for a quick roll in the hay; Sylvia, not Reggie. So he went looking for her one night when he got good and tired of waiting for her to show up at The Luna Mesa.
Carina was the only girl that didn't come running when he snapped his fingers, she had used him for sex, to scratch an itch and he was more than pissed about it. He had a set of keys from Lance, the guy he sold to that owned the cabin Carina was renting so it was a matter of getting inside, then getting inside, again.
The house was way on the edge of the canyon, far from town, perfect really for what he had planned. He was sick and tired of waiting, tonight was the night.
It was dark when he got there, the lights burned from inside, but he couldn't see her from where he stood. There was music playing, a soft melody coming from the open window and he stood there imagining them together again. His hand went down over the front of his jeans as he adjusted himself, he got hard just thinking about her. He would never admit it to her but he was dying to fuck her again.
He imagined she'd be inside having a glass of wine maybe, dressed for bed, not knowing that he was just outside watching and waiting. He imagined her as a woman who wore silky lingerie, and the image burned into his brain.
The key didn't turn in the lock and he was puzzled for a moment, Lance was such a fucking idiot; then the door flew open and she was there with a shotgun pointed at his face. She was in a tank top and boxer shorts, still sexy as fuck to him. Carina was not kidding when she told him to bug off and not come trying to get with her again.
"Mac what the fuck?"
"Jesus Christ Carina," He stepped back from the barrel of the gun and as she lowered it slightly. She could still shoot if she had to, this was Mac after all. Carina eyed his hand, in it he held two pairs of handcuffs. She raised her eyebrows and motioned to his hand.
"Are you kidding me?" She eyed the handcuffs and raised the barrel up a touch again, "I put in an alarm system too, didn't Lance tell you?"
"You changed the locks?" Mac was dumbfounded at the thought of her being so smart. He thought he was just going to walk right in and grab her up. She had an alarm system installed? Did she think he would come looking for her? Apparently she had anticipated him, another first.
"Yeah I changed the locks," She huffed, "Do I look stupid to you?"
Mac had to laugh, she had outsmarted him, this time; 15- love point to Carina, Mac, zip. He was surprised that he enjoyed this game. The pursuit was as fun as the plundering.
"Looks like you were up to no good too. What were you doing sneaking around my house with handcuffs?"
"Sounds scandalous the way you say it." He slid a cigarette from behind his ear and lit it, taking a long satisfying drag on it.
"Sounds like you were gonna try and keep me prisoner in your basement or something equally as fucked up, hmm, Mac?" She raised her gun a bit more, "I'd call the cops but I'm sure they're still on Walter's payroll aren't they?"
Mac shrugged, she was right and they both knew it. He figured she might need a little persuasion and he had some ideas about how to make that happen. Mac had no trouble getting women to bend to his will, they all did sooner or later, with the right incentive.
"Leave now or I'll shoot your dick off," She cocked the gun for effect, and his dick got hard, he was so fucking turned on. Carina standing there with a gun in his face lit up his dashboard but good. His desire for her was turning into an obsession bordering on insanity.
Mac laughed at that, "No you won't, you like it too much…"
"Try me," She fired a shot that hit just before his feet and he jumped back and turned to head towards his truck, "Despite what you think, you do not have the answers to my prayers in your pants."
"Not in the mood tonight?" He laughed as he walked backwards towards the truck, "That's fine, I'll catch you another time…night Carina."
She lowered her weapon, "Stop calling me…"
"I'll call you later…" He called back as he got in the truck and took off.
/
"I hear your life has turned into a Rom/Com," Devon said the next day as he pestered Mac at the garage. Mac hated when Devon showed up because he was always talking trash and being a little shit. It had been that way all their lives.
"What the fuck are you talking about."
"Reggie said Carina shot at you last night when she caught you creeping around her yard." Devon laughed and that enraged Mac. He was out from under the car he was working on and in Devon's face.
"Why don't you mind your own fuckin business!" He snarled and lit a cigarette, then paced back and forth, "Stay out of it brother!"
"She told Reggie that…"
"I don't give a fuck what she told Reggie, you mind your fucking business and get the fuck out of my way."
Mac was done for the day, he slammed the door as he left the garage and got in his truck. Lighting a cigarette he thought of paying her another visit in the daytime this time but thought better of it.
One thing was for sure, he needed to find a way to be with her again before he exploded. Good thing he had a plan B.
/
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
Hey, maybe just a smile
Oh, hey, did you know that I can dance
Could we talk for a while
Well, I think you're smart
You sweet thing
Tell me your sign
I'm dying here
Ah-ooh, got you where I want you, yeah
Ah-ooh, got you where I want you
Where I want you, I want you, yeah
Suffer, suffer
Me don't get no rougher
Rub it up, baby girl, torture me like no other
Suffer, suffer
Me don't get no rougher
When me rock me, baby, put me pain on me, lover.
Got You Where I Want You by The Flys
