The calloused hand sliding up her thigh was most definitely not Regina's. When she was done coughing from startled surprise Kristy glanced to the side to find Mac eating normally. Like he wasn't molesting her in front of his entire family. She snapped her legs closed on his wandering hand only to open them a second later when he cruelly ground his knuckles against her bandaged inner thigh. Forcing her to take it.
A gasp emitted from her when two of his fingers entered her slowly, making the entire table look at her.
"Er..I forgot to mention Devon and I got marshmallows for smores today, he'll be digging a fire pit in the yard later." she announced, covering her ass.
She started squirming when his thumb came to tease her clit, the jolts he was sending through her making it impossible to stay still.
"You okay?" Adam asked from across the table, having noticed her shifting repeatedly in her seat and not eating.
"Yeah, great, how do you like the ribs?" she bit out through clenched teeth as Mac sped up the torturous circular motions of his thumb.
After Adam commented on the tenderness and went back to eating she turned her head, trying to get Mac's attention. She saw a flash of blue as he glanced at her in his peripheral vision before shoveling another forkful of taco salad into his mouth. Ignoring her.
Luckily she had just popped a piece of chicken into her mouth when Mac delivered a particularly well placed stroke. Her moan of pleasure disguised as appreciation for her own cooking. The fingers inside her now slick channel fluttered back and fourth, stretching her, mocking her. Making her stab her own salad much harder than necessary. Gleaning odd looks from around the table.
"Well I'm just stuffed, couldn't eat another bite if my life depended on it." she croaked out, her voice cracking a bit as he pressed harder on her sensitive nub.
"Just leave your plates in the sink when you're all finished." she instructed breathlessly, moving to stand despite the force with which Mac was trying to keep her in place, making his hand leave her before it rose into sight.
Kristy carried her almost full plate inside, standing in front of the sink to eat in peace.
"Seen ya pack away a quarter pound burger an fries down at Mesa, don' think ya can bullshit me." Mac rasped from behind her, arms reaching around her to throw his empty plate in the sink.
Her own plate of food clattered from her hands when he pushed her dress up around her waist, simultaneously bending her over the sink forcefully. Pressing his denim clad hardon against her naked ass.
"It's difficult to eat when someone's teasing the shit out of you." she growled, fighting against the hand on her back forcing her to stay bent over.
"What the fuck Mac someone could walk in any minute." she hissed when she felt him fumbling with his zipper.
"Good, let 'em." he growled back, guiding himself to her entrance, grinning at the wetness that met his tip.
He plunged in full force, jamming her hips against the sink's edge. Using his free hand to cover her mouth, stifling her scream.
"Shut yer fuckin' mouth, ya want 'em ta hear doncha ya?" he breathed out against her ear, bending his body over hers while he continued slamming into her without restraint. "Ya want 'em ta know 'm fuckin' ya."
She only whimpered in reply, hanging her head when his hand released her hair to heft her ass up. Making his thrusts angle upward and hit the spot that had her biting her fist to keep quiet. Mac groaned out at the flutters her insides gave out every time he hit it right.
"Harder Mac, make me bleed." she whined out, enjoying the sting from all the abuse her long unused pussy had endured the day before.
"That's right you bastard make it hurt. Make me hate you." she hissed when his stabs grew even more violent.
Something in her words made a switch in Mac flip, and not the one you would guess. The sound of the back door opening threw him off her. Stuffing his wet prick back in his pants he yanked her dress down. Grabbing her by the back of her neck gently he steered her towards her bedroom before shutting the door behind them.
As she looked up at him from the spot on the bed where he'd carefully laid her down. She didn't recognize the man before her. He was looking down at her with appraisal and appreciation. Tenderness and affection as his dull eyes swept up her body, stopping when they locked with her onyx eyes. She was confused to say the least, the differences in his body language alone were startling. Making her mind flit to her theory of him having multiple personalities.
When he loomed over her, jeans gone, shirt along with it, her dress pushed up once again. She braced herself for the jarring impact that was to be expected when Mac slammed home. Her eyes widening in surprise when she got something entirely different.
Her face scrunched up in confusion when he entered her slowly to the hilt, nestling his hips into hers, fitting the entire length of his body against hers much like he had last night. But the tone of his actions and their position were an extreme opposite this time.
Mac lowered his head, capturing her lips in a gentle chaste kiss. No bruising force, no demanding tongue. Just a sweet simple kiss. She felt her insides go cold with fear as he began rocking his hips gently against hers, his thrusts slow and methodical. Not breaking their connected faces, only moving his lips lightly against her stone still ones.
She could handle any amount of pain and torture. Any amount of brutal animalistic fucking he could dole out. But not this, not 'making love'. The very phrase streaking through her mind made her start to panic as his hand cupped her face, thumb caressing the line of her jaw. She didn't know if he was possessed or insane or had fingered out how to finally truly break her. But she started hyperventilating under him, wrenching her head to the side, away from his.
"Don't fucking do this." she hissed, glaring up into his cobalt eyes.
She recognized the detached look immediately. She'd seen it looking back at her in the mirror for many years.
"Snap out of it!" she snarled, lips pulling back over her teeth as her face contorted in anger and fear.
He only continued his compassionate movements. Staring down at her while she started clawing at his skin, punching, biting, kicking, slapping him in the face. Anything she could do to bring him back into his violent self.
"Mac please don't." she finally sobbed, breaking down, clinging to him.
The first tears she'd shed in over fourteen years leaked from the corners of her eyes, rolling down her face. The ones he didn't succeed in licking up soaked the pillow behind her head. She felt him release inside her as she buried her face into his chest and heaving sobs wracked her frame. He rolled them onto their sides, holding her tightly against himself as years of repressed pain and sadness poured out into his neck
"Ya got me all fucked up inside." he whispered against her ear once her cries died down in volume, becoming deep silent jerks and soft gasps for air.
He sounded scared and confused but still in a daze. Like he'd just woken up from the nightmare that was his life.
"Got me wantin' shit I never wanted b'fore, things I aint s'pposta want." he murmured thickly, fighting back tears of his own, running his hand along her perforated back, his eyes wide and searching, looking frantically for answers on her wall.
"Tryna tell ya I love ya" he sang softly, her silent shaking wails stilling at his soothing gravely voice. "In each an every way." he continued slowly, stroking her hair. "Tryna tell ya I need ya." he rasped, mimicking the exact words she had mouthed over Adam's shoulder last night.
His horrible singing calmed her as she laid there wrapped up in him. It felt like an immense weight had been lifted from her very soul. Peace enveloped her for whatever length of time they stayed like that. Until a knock on her bedroom door pulled her out of the oddly comforting fog she had been floating in since her tears had began to run dry.
"Fuck off!" she roared at the person who dared interrupt whatever cocoon of sick twisted healing Mac had forced her into with his intimacy.
With her demand for them to go away voiced she wedged her face back into the tight space in between Mac's shoulder and head. Content to stay there for the rest of her life.
"W-will you come swim with me." came a timid question from behind the wood.
Kristy let out a long irritated sigh before lifting her head to answer.
"Yes Regina, I'll be out in a minute." she yelled, laying her head back onto the pillow, pulling away from Mac.
She looked over at him, seeing he seemed to be back to a semblance of normal.
"Whatever it is you think you're not supposed to want, want it. Whatever it is you think you don't deserve, you do." she told him softly, puffy eyes sweeping from one of his to the other, searching for answers of her own.
They laid there a moment longer just looking at each other before she got up to shed her dress as he watched. Replacing it with a red two piece bathing suit, her wedges with flip flops. After wiping the black trails from her face she used her sunglasses to cover her red eyes.
"Bought you beach shorts today." she mumbled, taking them from a shopping bag to toss in his direction on the bed. She left without another word, closing the door behind her.
Mac laid on his back, staring unblinkingly at the ceiling. He didn't know what happened, one minute he was going to town between her legs and the next it was like he was having an out of body experience. It was him doing those things to her but at the same time it wasn't.
Whatever she'd drugged him with was the only plausible explanation he could find. Except for the fact that deep down he knew it was the gaping hole in him created by every tender thing he'd wanted but had been deprived of his whole life. Every hug he never got. Every good night kiss that never tucked him in. Every "I love you" that went unsaid. All those things and more fueled his gentle actions just as much as all the horrible things he'd experienced fueled his violent ones.
And she'd cried. Normally crying women made him want to smash their faces in. But seeing her cry only made him want to protect her and care for her even though he was partly the cause of her tears. He had obviously broken down a dam of walled off emotions inside her. Not everything she'd let out was because of him. She had a lifetime of things to weep about more so than just him.
After four rounds of Marco Polo Kristy called it quits, hauling herself up to sit on the edge with her feet in the water while Devon took over. Sitting there with the setting sun beaming down on her, her mind wandered to what had taken place in her bedroom. She wasn't angry at Mac. She was just disturbed to know that under all the tears, what he'd been doing actually felt good.
She thought about how ironic it was that two people who had been deprived of positive physical contact their entire lives continued to deprive themselves out of habit. She herself had just started to give in slightly when allowing Mac to cuddle up to her. So it had been emotionally jarring for her when Mac forced her to accept it all at once, opening a floodgate she didn't even know she had.
With everything she'd let out she felt better in a way. But there was no changing the fact that she was still her fucked up self. No amount of Mac-therapy could change that. What had changed over the course of her time with him was what she needed to function. She needed him.
A pair of feet came into view beside her before they were replaced by a pair of swim shorts, the owner's feet dipping into the water beside her. Her eyes followed them up past the shorts. To the pale stomach and chest that sported dotted scabs and a wife-beater shaped farmers tan. To strong lightly freckled shoulders.
She continued upward past sharp collar bones to the neck containing a bare, scabbing, un-bandaged bite mark to the scruff covering his chin. Her dark chocolate eyes paused at the thin but still pleasing lips that contained his rotten smile and serpents tongue. Darting over to the mole punctuating his mouth before continuing upward to the slight bags underneath his eyes. To the burning sapphires watching her.
"I-" Mac began, looking down at the water.
"Don't." she cut him off quickly.
Be it an unlikely apology or a more likely excuse, she didn't want to hear it. Instead scooting across the half inch separating their bodies and leaning her head against his shoulder.