A/N – Okay, remember I've made Mac eight years older than Reggie, so for the last part of this chapter he is twenty-three.

Thirteen

"Mama." Reggie is frantic as she rushes into the kitchen where her mother is cooking dinner.

"Yes baby." Her mother turns to her with a smile that slips away as Reggie throws herself into her arms. "What is it? What's wrong?" She smooth's her hands over Reggie's hair the way she loves.

"It's happening. I'm, I'm," She hiccups before taking a breath and continuing, "I've got my period." Her voice cracks as she says this. She is nervous, she knows that this means she is a woman now. She can have kids and everything. And eeww, she thinks privately. She hated babies. The thought of having one filled her with dread.

"Oh baby, I'm so happy for you, I know you're nervous about it but your body will settle down soon enough and you'll be able to anticipate it and prepare for it. It'll be okay." Her mother smiles, but there is sadness in her eyes.

Reggie frowns as she looks up at her mother, she closes her eyes and leans in to hug her as a pair of hot blue eyes flash behind her lids. Mac might want her now she thinks. She is a woman.

Fourteen

Reggie steps out of her house, she can't breathe in there anymore. She's been here most of the summer and barely seen Mac. Her crush over the years had developed more into an obsession. She knew he wasn't really nice like he treated her, she wasn't stupid. She heard the rumours, the whispers as she went around town. People didn't often talk about him, but when they did, nothing nice was said. She didn't care.

Fifteen

Cursing Devon Reggie heads inside her house. He was driving her insane. He was insane. She takes off her blouse that he'd deliberately torn and changes it for a t-shirt. She goes out the front door heading down past Mac's. His truck is there but she ignores it keeping on walking. She is too mad to speak. And he'd ignored her last summer, two could play that game. She keeps walking until she hits the main road and then turns back again, she is hot and sweaty and wants a drink, but the open air, the sun, the peace and quiet had done what it always did and relaxed her. She thinks she understands why her mother came back here every year. She'll do the same herself she thinks. Or maybe just move here. She could see Mac every day then.

"Hey pretty girl." The soft drawled words have her stride faltering. He is there, leaning against the back of his truck. He's wearing a pair of coveralls and a cigarette is dangling from his mouth.

Reggie narrows her eyes at him. "You speaking to me this summer then?" She stops walking toward home and walks to his fence, leaning on it instead. She looks Mac up and down like she'd seen in a movie. "Why should I talk to you after you ignored me last summer?" Her words are brave but her last word quivers and her throat closes. She steps back irritated at herself for getting upset and starts to walk away.

"You figured out how to deal with that burn yet?" Reggie stops in her tracks and looks at him.

"What business is it of yours?" She frowns. She'd read about it, knew what it was but she hadn't yet managed to work out how to give herself an orgasm.

"Oh nothing, guess I could help, if you want that is." Mac pushes off the back of his truck and wanders toward his back door in the dusk of the evening. He heads inside letting the back door slam behind him without another look at her. No lights go on. She remembers her parents saying he'd never had the power hooked up.

As Reggie stands there she finds herself remembering three summers ago when he'd sprayed her down. And that burn that only Mac seemed to cause in her came back with a vengeance. "Shit." She mutters quietly to herself. She walks in past his driveway and up his back steps where she opens the door without knocking. The kitchen is spare, hardly anything around. She wrinkles her nose at the lack of colour but it's clean enough. Then she walks down the hallway. She is breathing heavily, she shouldn't be doing this she knows. But she is curious. She finds herself waking up from dreams of Mac at night-time breathless and full of a need for something only he can ignite and soothe in her.

Suddenly he is there, leaning on a doorway off the hall where she is now standing. He has unsnapped his coveralls and pulled his arms out, they dangle from his hips now. He hasn't got a shirt on. His bare chest gleams with perspiration in the light of the lamp he's now lit. It's like an oven inside. Reggie finds herself covered in perspiration as well. Her mouth is dry. She licks her lips as he looks her up and down. "Fifteen now huh?" She nods wondering how he knew, "Been kissed yet?" He asks idly as he continues to smoke and lean there looking at her. Reggie debates lying but she's never lied to him before and he's never made fun of her either, teased her yes, but never made fun of her.

"No," She shakes her head as she says this and then takes a breath before letting it out. "Don't want my first kiss from a boy." She relaxes as she admits this. She may not have come right out and said she wanted Mac to be her first kiss but he wasn't stupid either, she was standing in his house. He raises an eyebrow at her as he inhales his smoke and then exhales as he takes the cigarette out of his mouth. Smoke curls around his head making it hard for her to see his eyes.

"Yeah? What man you want to take care of that for you then pretty girl?" He smiles at her as he says this and drops his eyes down her body before bringing them back up to her face and holding them there. Reggie swallows, his eyes are filled with promise, filthy promise. The burn he causes in her is intensified now with her being here so close to him. She wants to rub herself on his body until the burn goes away. He's going to make her admit it though. That she wants her first kiss to be from him.

"I want you to by my first kiss." She says it and steps toward him, moving until she is an arm's length away.

Mac's smile takes her breath away as always, it crawls across his face making her think of wolves fighting each other in the wild. Then he pinches off his cigarette between his fingers and drops it on the floor. He crooks a finger at her and Reggie finds herself stepping forward until her stomach is bushing against Mac's hips. He slides a hand up her arm slow and steady, looking at her all the while making sure she stays in the here and now. Looping the hand up her neck he tugs on her braid to pull her head back. It pushes Reggie off-balance enough that she moves toward Mac, her breasts pillow on his chest. She closes her eyes at the contact. "Open your eyes pretty girl, look at me when I kiss you." She opens her eyes, pupils already dilated in want. She hears Mac's breath draw in sharply. And then his mouth is on hers. It is warm and firm, his beard is not anything like her father's stubble when he kisses her cheek. His lips are soft but chapped and they sweep over hers expertly. She knew he'd be a good kisser. She continues to look at him as he watches her in turn. He doesn't close his eyes, instead keeping hers pinned to his as his mouth seduces her.

Then he opens his mouth on hers and she feels his tongue enter her. He doesn't hesitate as he does this, he knows she'll accept him. He moves it so smoothly and sinuously Reggie feels like it's moving throughout her entire body. She wants his mouth all over her. She moans and her hands reach up, wrapping around his neck to pull him to her. But Mac pulls away on a curse pushing her back so hard she bangs into the wall on the opposite side of the hall. "Fucking cunt." He says to her, his eyes narrow dangerously. Her eyes widen at his tone but she doesn't move. His shove had left her breathless from the burn as it intensified just that bit more with the biting sting of the shove into the wall.

"Show me." She wants what he's offering now, needs it. He smirks at her as he regains his own breath and jerks his head motioning for her to enter the room he's in. His bedroom.

"On the bed, on your back, legs spread and hands behind your head." Reggie's step falters at his matter of fact words. She swallows the dryness in her throat and licks her lips. But she doesn't hesitate though she does slow down. She toes off her sneakers and crawls on the bed, it's messy and unmade but doesn't smell bad. She lies on her back as Mac had ordered and spreads her legs. She isn't sure what to do with her hands so she spreads them out to the sides as well. "Keep your eyes open pretty girl, look only at me, you got that?" She nods as he moves toward her.

"You want me to fuck you?" She nods again. "Uh huh that's good then, you'll keep that cherry warm for me so I can love you when you're eighteen?" He asks this wondering what she'll say, if she'll protest. But she doesn't, merely nodding and looking at him. Mac sits on the corner of the bed and lays a hand on her ankle, it is tanned and delicate, the girl has truly spectacular legs. He wants nothing more than to sink into her body and fuck her until she bleeds. But he can't, he won't until she is eighteen, then all bets are off. But eighteen is three years away and he needs something to keep him warm at night. Her ankle twists under him making him aware he'd been stroking her as he looked her and his mind wandered. He wanted to get her naked but knew he couldn't. He wouldn't be able to stop himself from fucking her to hell and back if he saw her naked.

She is wearing a pair of stretch pants that end at the top of her knees and an oversized t-shirt. Mac slides his hand up her leg to her knee and tests how stretch the pants are. He smiles when he sees they stretch extremely well. Then he stops touching her. Sitting back a little he looks at Reggie looking back at him. "Do you play with yourself pretty girl?" She looks puzzled so he clarified "Do you touch your tits, your nipples, make them hard?" Mac puts a hand on a nipple of his own twisting it, making it erect so Reggie knew exactly what he was asking. She swallows again looking at his fingers touching his own nipple and one of her hands creeps up under her shirt and starts moving over own breast. Mac doesn't stop her, yet. He murmurs an approving sound actually and keeps playing with his own nipple, when he switches to the opposite one Reggie copies his movement. Then he slides a hand down his chest to his groin. He cups his cock which is hard and throbbing inside his coveralls. Reggie copies him again, sliding her hand down and cupping her own groin.

"Have you touched yourself here before pretty girl?" She looks at him and nods. "Couldn't make yourself come though?" She shakes her head this time. He smiles at her and she smiles back. Fuck it feels good to take her innocence, he can't wait to take her greatest innocence. "Have you seen a man jack off?" She shakes her head. "Never spied on your brother or father?" She makes a disgusted face and shakes her head again. Interesting, looks like her bitch of a mother is keeping the retard away from her. Mac has seen him watching her though of an evening when he's been watching her himself.

"Well," Mac stretches as he stands up and lets his coveralls fall leaving him in nothing but a pair of briefs. He moves to the chair by his window and sits down in it. "Before I show you how to get off, I'm gonna show you how I get off. You watch good you hear, I'm gonna have you do this next year when you come back again, not now." He forestalls her speaking, "Still too young pretty girl." He knows they shouldn't even be doing this, if she talks he's fucking dead. But he thinks she's worth the risk. He swears he'd smelled her walking past his house before, her smell wild and feral, so much more than her mother's. He pushes his briefs down and sits in the chair spreading his legs. Reggie rolls on her side to watch him one hand still cupping her groin. Mac needs to come, to take the edge off or he'll be on her and in her and every fucking thing will go arse up. He strokes his hard on lightly, smearing pre-come over the head with his thumb. He looks at Reggie, she is looking at his cock with fascination. "Come here pretty girl." He holds out a hand to her while putting himself under the most iron control he has. Which is not a lot, in the past if he's wanted something he's taken it. But he will not fuck her up until she is fully legal. And if there is a God he'll have fucked her over so well by then she'll welcome him with open arms.

Mac tugs Reggie down on her knees beside him putting her hand on his thigh he makes he put her other palm on his thigh as well. "Is that?" She breaks off not being able to finish the question.

"Pre-come, not come." He raises the thumb he'd rubbed on himself and pushes it between her wet lips. Her wet willing lips. Fuck, she was made for him he thinks. She nurses it on her tongue, licking and flicking it. She is expert at it causing Mac to frown.

He yanks his thumb out of her mouth grabbing her by the back of her neck bringing her to him. "You been blowing other guys back in wherever the fuck you live?" He is viciously holding her neck, knows he's causing bruises. But he'll be fucked if he's not taking every bit of her virginity. He'll be her first in everything or she'll have no other firsts at all. She gasps as she looks at him pushing back on his hand which surprises him. She closes her eyes and her breathing quickens. What the fuck? Mac holds her tighter, grinding the bones and ligaments in her neck, pinching her skin and still she pushes back.

"Feels good." Her words are nothing but a whisper, he is holding her so tightly. Fuck Mac thinks, she's getting off on the pain.

"You like pain?" Her eyes flash with something like mortification before she drops them to her hands resting on his thigh. "Answer me." He orders her grasping her as tight as he can. Her breathing is choppy now and when her eyes move back up to his, her pupils have dilated. He has his answer. "You do, fuck me." That he was not expecting. Pursing his lips Mac looks at her from under his lashes. When she'd said the hurt was good a few years ago he hadn't registered that it meant she got off on it.

Fuck, he can't let her help him come now or he won't be able to stop from taking her. And as much as he's beginning to realise she wants that too, he just can't go there until she's eighteen or he won't let her go at all. His cock jerks at the thought of just taking her now and chaining her in his cave, not the cave everyone goes to, but the cave he takes other women to, the cave not even Walter knows about. And no one but he is alive to tell the secret of where it is.

Mac breathes deeply trying to get himself under control. He keeps hold of Reggie's neck and continuing to look at her he starts to jerk off. Hard and fast and messy. He wants her to see him come and then he'll make her come and throw her the fuck out for now. The lure of taking her to his cave is growing stronger with each movement of his hand. She continues to look at him like he'd ordered her to.

Reggie feel's the heat of Mac's body, touching his thighs makes her feel like she's touching hot metal. His hand holding the back of her neck hurts so good. She feels that burn that she knows now is the burn of arousal. She waits even though she wants to touch Mac, to feel his pre-come, to taste it but she doesn't move, waiting for Mac to let her move. Somehow holding still at his bidding is making the burn better but worse. She is breathing shallowly, tiny puffs of breath in and out fast enough that she is getting light-headed. He smells fantastic, she wants to lick him, push her body all over his until the burn goes away. Suddenly Mac comes in an explosion, releasing what Reggie knows is semen. She has never seen it before but she has read about it and sex-education courses have taught her about it. She knows it is what makes a woman pregnant and that for a woman not to be pregnant she needs to be on birth control but that the best form of that is a condom. She's seen those when the kids at school use them for water fights sometimes.

Mac is laying back in the chair looking at her. She is a vision. A wild, sexy vision of arousal. She is panting hard and fast as she looks at his come. She licks her lips and Mac nearly goes hard again at the thought that she wants to taste him. He can't help himself from swiping his thumb through his come and then lifting it to her lips again. He holds it back before she can get it in her mouth. "You taste and you swallow, you make a fucking face because you don't like it and I'll beat you within an inch of your life." His words are cool, measured and delivered without inflection.

Reggie knows immediately he's telling the truth, if she tastes him, she can't dislike it, or if she does, she can't show it. She swallows, wondering if she will dislike it, hoping like hell she won't. She already knows he won't let her go now without tasting it. She looks at him and slowly leans forward opening her lips and sliding them around his thumb. She locks her teeth gently around the knuckle and then closes her lips over it and slides her tongue around Mac's thumb, slowly tasting him as she cleans it off. She pulls back and holds his taste in her mouth, rolling it around on her tongue before she swallows as she looks at him. Then she takes his thumb and slides it through his come again and repeats the process. When she has done this three more times cleaning most of Mac's come off himself he releases a breath and stands up.

Putting out a hand to Reggie he pulls her to her feet. "Time to ease that burn of yours pretty girl." Reggie's pulse started to leap again. He still made her heart go pitter patter. She followed him to the bed and watched while Mac sat down leaning back against the head, his body is lean, no extra fat on him at all. He has a tattoo on his chest, and some on his hands and his inner bicep and forearm. He pulls Reggie to him turning her around and sits her on the bed so she is sitting in front of him. When he pulls her back against his chest she stiffens. "What?" He asks her.

"Uh, I, don't like putting my back to anyone, Devon." She stops talking but Mac has suddenly turned her around to face him.

"Devon what?" His words are soft but Reggie already knows she has said too much. She shakes her head lowering her eyes.

Mac's blood boils and visions of murdering his and Reggie's half-brother pass like a hurricane in his mind. And then he is in the eye, the calm. Which is Reggie. A stillness settles over Mac the like of which he's never felt before. She is his eye, the calm to his storm. The needle to his thread, the knot that will never slip. She is his centre. His knuckles whiten and writhe under his skin though his grip on Reggie does not tighten.

"If he ever hurts you, you tell me, not your mother, your father, the police. Me. You understand?" He does not go into specifics, she is still too young. "I'll get a phone before you leave, I'll give you my number, and you call me if he ever hurts you."

"Why?" Reggie looks at him confused. Mac's breath of emotion is too much for her to comprehend regardless of the feelings she has for him, the sheer violent hatred he is showing for Devon simply puzzles her.

"Doesn't matter why, just make sure I'm the one you tell." Mac pushes her back on the bed this time, allowing her to stay face to face with him. He is as gentle as he can be knowing she likes hurt doesn't mean she has to always be hurt. He strokes a hand down her cheek as he rests on his elbow leaning over her. Then he strokes down her arm and takes her hand drawing it down her body. He pushes it under her shorts and into her panties. They both stop breathing for a few seconds when they touch her pubic hair. Mac continues to look at her, her green eyes glimmer at him, wide and needy. He flexes fingers making hers dig into her pubic bone and she lets out the tiniest of whimpers. He blinks slowly at her and smiles. It is a smile so full of crazy Reggie's heart stops in her chest before it picks up again twice as fast. Mac cock's his head almost as if he hears it happen.

Then he pushes their fingers down over her mound and inside her leaning over her as he does so. "When you're eighteen pretty girl and not before, Mac is going to love you and pop this little cherry you've got up inside you here. You save it for Mac you hear, let me love you before anyone else." He doesn't say that once he's had her no one else will. She doesn't need to hear that yet. He watches Reggie nod.

And then he slides their fingers up to her clit. Reggie moans aloud and her back arches off the bed, her neck pushing back, exposed, inviting Mac to simply lean down and take a bite out of it, of her. To mark her indelibly as his. He actually leans forward before coming to his senses and leaning back to look at her as he helps her ride to her first orgasm.

Reggie is blindsided by their touch. Mac's touch and that he is making her touch herself like this as well. He is circling their fingers over something inside her that is causing her to jerk uncontrollably. She is by turns hot and flushed and cold and shivery. She cannot catch her breath, he is moving their fingers relentlessly toward something. She doesn't know what. Her brain cannot remember that he is giving her an orgasm. She tries to back-pedal, tries withdraw but his fingers clamp down on hers somehow them moving together. "That's it pretty girl, let me love you." Mac's words barely register but his soothing tone of voice does, she calms enough to look at him. To look and see the pleasure in his eyes, pleasure he is getting from her. Reggie suddenly wants to leap toward whatever precipice she is heading for if it means she will always see that look in Mac's eyes. That look that she has never seen anyone give her, that look she never wants to see for her in anyone's eyes but him.

Her orgasm explodes through her with a violence that shocks them both, she erupts and jams both their fingers on her clit, mashing them down with her other hand while hunching up at the same time trying to move into the fetal position. Instead she ends up curved around Mac's arm and body both her hands and one of his squashed between them as aftershocks ripple through her. Then Mac moves, slowly withdrawing their fingers he brings them up between them. Reggie watches as he takes her fingers and brings them to his mouth. Her eyes widen as he takes them in, one at a time and licks and sucks them clean. He is tasting her as she tasted him. Then he pushes his own fingers into her mouth so she can taste and suck them clean of herself. She doesn't mind her taste either but Mac's is better. When he removes them from her mouth he slides them through her hair and brings her up for a kiss.

Reggie walks into her house with a surety that she didn't have in her step when she'd left. She kisses her mother on the cheek and opens the fridge door not seeing her Mother look at her and turn away with her lips pressed together. "I'm hungry." She says, "When is dinner?" She leans back on the kitchen bench with a smile on her face as she gazes at nothing.

"Half an hour, go have a shower baby, you're all sweaty." Reggie looks at her mother with that same smile on her face.

"Thanks Mum, I will." She comes forward kissing her mother on the cheek and heads to the shower. Her mother dries her hands on the towel and steps out the back door. She has gone only half a dozen steps when he moves out of the shadows. She knew he'd follow Reggie home.

"You said you'd wait until she was eighteen, that I'd have her until then." He draws in on his cigarette and it glows red in the darkness causing her to flinch and put her hands over the breast he'd mauled five years ago.

A soft chuckle reaches her, "I will, she's still got her cherry, just given her a little pleasure to keep her coming back is all." The cigarette goes out suddenly and she is left standing in the darkness with nothing but the smell of it behind. And him, she smelled him. And her daughter. Her heart broke for what she was allowing him to do to Reggie, flesh of her flesh. Flesh of his flesh. She starts back inside only to be brought up by his voice floating back to her. "Get her a phone." Then there is nothing.

Back in the kitchen Devon watches with narrowed eyes and flits back to the lounge room when his mother turns to come back in. When she is in the kitchen she inhales trying to get herself under control. And then she goes to the kitchen cabinet reaching under it for the air freshener. She was sickened by the fact that Reggie had brought Mac's smell home on her.

Mac settles in for the night on his bed, which now smelled like Reggie. She is the only female he'd ever had in his own bed. The rest either ended up in his private cave or he went to their place. He wallows in her smell allowing his cock to harden and stay that way. That burn as she called it was worth every fucking second he'd been with her. Girl was fucking ripe. And his for the plucking. He stokes himself idly ignoring the twitches and the tightening of his balls telling him to keep going until he comes. He had a taste, nothing else was going to measure up.