Mackie's Men (21 page)

They took the quad runners and headed to the lake. The morning air was crisp, but she laughed out loud as they got air flying over several small mounds of heaped dirt and weeds, and she loved it. These men didn’t realize the paradise they had here for someone like her. She never had toys as a child, or if she had them before the drug house, she had no memory of it.

The one shrink she’d seen told her that gaps in memory were common when someone had been around drugs in the setting she and the other children had been subjected to. The woman had gotten too friendly and began asking questions about the place she’d been, the names of the people who’d died that night, and even the people she knew who had been killed for drug debts at that time. The frustration the woman displayed when she refused to give her the answers to her questions made the sessions uncomfortable and she felt the woman had ulterior motives, more so than just curiosity. Mackie backed away without continuing therapy after three months.

Two years later, she had been reading missing persons posters in an airport in southern California, and felt guilt when she saw pictures of kidnapped and missing children. Some of the missing had been taken twenty years before the day’s date. Once she had gotten back to her rented cabin in Virginia, she’d begun writing a memory journal. The people were named, even the children for what little she had memory of, considering their backgrounds and the stories they told her and the other children about their lives. She included her own birth name and information, but didn’t give a clue that she was the one who was writing the journal.

She’d named names of the drug dealers and several standouts in her memory that had run afoul of the evil Jorge and Renaldo. Every extra snippet of information that she knew about was written in the journal. It took her two years to remember everything, and then find the time to put her memories into a word document. She omitted the part about her taking the money and deeds to various properties, they didn’t need to know anything about her life after the fact.

When it was finished, she read it in its entirety, and wondered how such evil could exist in the world. It took her another six months of feeling guilt for withholding information from families of the children who were like the ones begging for information about the whereabouts of their loved ones. She made three copies of the disk and sent one to the FBI in D.C. and one to the Attorney General of Texas.

She still had her copy and the hard drive from the computer she’d used to write the journal on in a bank vault in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Her spirit lifted slowly, but sending the information off to people who might be able to connect the dots correctly gave her such a feeling of relief that she knew she’d done the correct thing.

She wondered what a shrink would say about the relationships she was considering going into with open eyes, and a needy heart. She guarded her emotional side for so long that she didn’t trust her own judgment in relationships with men. Now, she had the opportunity to have three men that accepted her as she was and even appeared to love her differences from what she considered normal women. Maybe in time she would be able to see her life as normal, yet somehow she doubted it would be anytime soon.

Soon they came through a trail lined with thick trees and waist high undergrowth with hidden roots and small game scurrying out of the path they traveled on with the noisy machines. Liam slowed his quad, and she followed his lead until they stopped at the top of a steep hill leading down to the lake. She thought he meant to hike down, and the idea wasn’t thrilling to her. What if she got down there and couldn’t climb back up?

Liam lifted the seat of his quad and took out a small folded silver square of material, and walked several feet to their left where an old maple tree was beginning to show off her fall colors in yellows and varying shades of red. He spread the thin blanket on the ground and waved her over to join him.

“This is one of my favorite spots on the property. I come here to find my inner balance a few times a year, and it almost always works to calm me down. Stretch out here and see if you feel the same way as I do.” He removed the flannel and pulled his t-shirt over his head and sat down, leaning back on his hands that were propping his torso up. “I love it here, and when Darryl found the place, I would have bought it myself, but all three of us found the beauty of the property irresistible, so we’re partners.”

Mackie joined him on the silver cloth. “I can see why you guys love the place, I can’t imagine wanting to leave very often if you didn’t have to.” She watched him stretch in the sunlight and enjoyed the view more than she should have, but turned her head toward the lake when her thoughts began to have a more carnal turn. “You have room to breathe and plenty of space to play with whatever toys you can afford to buy. It’s great here.”

Liam sat up and scooted over to sit behind her with his long legs stretched out on either side of her hips. His hands went to her shoulders and he began to massage the muscles under his fingertips with a firm but gentle touch. She let her head fall back and relaxed her back until he asked her a question she never thought anyone would ask.

“So why don’t you tell me about Louisa Vought and her teenaged sister who popped up in Reno fifteen years ago, and how they managed to make it that far with no records or relatives to find.”

Her mind went blank, and that old fear from so long ago slid down her spine. The pleasure of the massage forgotten as she tried to remember the backstory Louisa had helped her come up with to deal with nosy intrusive people. “Our parents were killed in a drunk driving accident and we were left on our own, I was home schooled.” She shrugged and tried to let the tension fall from her spine, but his hands were still on her shoulders, and she knew he was aware that she lied.

She thought about what she’d just said, and decided to give him at least part of the truth. “Look, she was homeless and I was in a bad situation, so we teamed up and turned ourselves into two respectable sisters with a tragic background and a new life. We weren’t wanted by the police, and hadn’t done anything wrong or illegal. Can we just leave it at that?”

The hug that she received for her truth made her feel good, for once the past wouldn’t ruin her happiness. It wasn’t like she lied, and maybe someday she would be able to tell the men about her past, she held no blame for what had happened that night, or any of the other times bad things had happened in the little house before then either. The relief of finally admitting to herself that she had no choice, and that it was a legitimate excuse for staying silent and living as a slave made her want to cry.

Liam contented himself with her bare bones explanation. It was a start, and he hoped she learned to trust him and the others with all of her past, but right now he wanted to thank her and kissing the back of her neck was his favored place to begin. His lips moved across the soft skin to her shoulder and traveled back the way they’d come to the other shoulder. “Thank you for the honesty, sugar, I was hoping you wouldn’t lie to me. I want there to be trust between us.”

She enjoyed the way his hands reached under her t-shirt and cupped her breasts. She groaned and leaned into his lips as they traveled back to her jawline and nibbled up to her ear. His hands came away from under her shirt to pull the flannel and t-shirt off, and she tried to turn around to face him, but his
shh
stopped her.

“I’m just playing a little for now, sugar, you’ll get your turn to torture me soon enough. Why don’t you relax, and tell me how you feel about this situation? I know that brain of yours has a million questions, and I’d bet my last dime you wonder how we knew you were the lady we were looking for. You go ahead and ask me anything, I’ll just sit here and play with these beauties. I can feel the warmth of the sunshine heating your flesh, can you feel the heat?” His hands released the three deep clasps of her bra, and pulled it completely off her body.

She moaned when his hands shaped the generous globes, and plucked at her tight nipples. “I, ah, how did you guys decide that you were meant to be together?” Her words were whispered but she couldn’t concentrate on both questions and sensation. She felt the liquid from her pussy slide from her center and crossed her legs to stop it from completely soaking her pants. She had never been in a position like this, just being teased, and she liked it, her body warmed fast enough to his touch. He was talking and she was trying to listen to him, but it was difficult.

“We met at a fundraiser for Wounded Warriors. It’s a non-profit to assist wounded Veterans and their families once the soldier comes home. We’ve done a fundraiser every year since the project began. Darryl was one of the first men I met when we visited the rehab facility, and he impressed me with his determination and intelligence. John was doing some volunteer work in the same place. Over time we became good friends. John devotes as many hours to the project as he can when he has free time, and Darryl, well that man has more stubbornness in his little finger than most people have in their entire bodies. He and some of his former retired servicemen and women hold poker runs, and toy runs for people in need, the Wounded Warrior Project is another of his passions. He will tell you about his experiences, and there were times I think he wanted to eat a bullet, but something keeps him straight and alive.

“We used to get together and hold meetings for the big party Klinger throws for the fundraisers and those contributors that donated a certain amount of money or time to the cause. John was already working in the lab, and Darryl was finished with rehab from his wounds. He was still in the service but getting ready to leave when his hitch was over, and we all began talking one night. We found out that we had a lot in common, but it still took a good six months before we told each other that we were bi-sexual, and the rest just happened naturally. I would do anything for either of them and I know they love me as much as I do them. Enjoying sex with another man doesn’t make any of us less than the men we are, it’s just one more layer of pleasure to discover and enjoy.”

He pulled her sideways and guided them into lying side by side with him leaning over her, and his lips took each nipple in turn for a gentle kiss and lick. “I love your tits, they’re too distracting when I need to talk with you, so I think I should go ahead and do what I’ve been wanting to do from the first night I saw them.” He sucked one into his mouth and pinched and rolled the other between his fingers while molding the rounded flesh with the palms of his hands.

Her hands tangled in his thick hair and she pulled at the strands to get his face as close to her flesh as possible. “Don’t stop, that feels so good, please don’t stop.” The feeling of his mouth sucking and working her nipples with his tongue and fingers sent a direct path to her pussy, and she forgot all about attempting to stem the liquid from escaping and wetting her clothes. His lips moved from one nipple to the other, and she felt the clenching of her inner muscles as her body took over and forced the small scream from between her gritted teeth as she came.

He couldn’t resist kissing her again and took her lips roughly, while his hands worked the belt buckle and snap of her jeans. “I can’t wait for this, I thought we could make out a little and go home, but I need to taste you, and if you’re going to say no, you need to say it now.” He pulled her jeans down to her shoes and cursed at the extra minute it took him to untie the laces and pull the boots off, then the denim and scrap of satiny panties she wore was soon on the blanket beside them. He spread her long legs and sat back on his heels to look his fill before bending down and separating the thick lips hiding the object of his thirst. “Oh, sugar, look at this, you’re so ready for me, but I want to lick your pussy and make you shake even more when you come on my tongue.”

He kissed his way from her clit to just below the entrance of her body and then licked his way back up to her clit. His tongue never ceased to move and as she scored his shoulders with her short fingernails, he moaned. The sound vibrated from him into her clit, and still he continued to lick and suck her from one end to another. He gave her relief of sorts by sliding in a finger as deep as it could go, and finger fucked her for a few minutes before adding a second finger deep into her tunnel. His hand worked side to side and mashed up against the wet pink flesh before sliding away, leaving her lifting her hips seeking to be filled again.

He sat back and got his belt and fly undone before shoving the material down to his knees and scooted closer for his thick cock to kiss the begging invitation of her pussy. “I thought I could wait, but that’s not happening, you’re just too tempting and I’m too close to coming myself to hold back any longer.”

She gasped as his thickness spread her tight hole and he took his time so she could work her hips up to meet his while his fingers pinched her nipples harder than before, and she was crying out from the sensations that filled her body. Her legs encircled his hips and crossed at the ankles surrounding him, securing his hips to her own, even as he gave her everything she needed to achieve the pleasure that waited for both of them on the other side.

“Oh, oh yes, I.” That was as coherent as she could be while her breath was singing in and out of her lungs in time with the movements of their hips slamming against one another. Every so often he would rest his cock deep inside of her while he ground his hips down hard over hers, and the way he mashed her clit at those times drove her close to the edge again and again. She held onto his wide shoulders and lifted herself to rain kisses alone his cheeks and collarbone until she felt that deep clenching feeling and the sensations where his body slid over hers became too much to contain. She screamed and tried to hold it back, but her orgasm had begun and nothing would stop it from pulling her away into the floating bright colors in her mind. She jerked in tune with the clench and release of her pussy, and began laughing, urging him on to join her in mutual pleasure. Her hand trailed down his spine and slid down the crease of his ass causing him to double his movements and suddenly slam to a stop, his cock was as deep as it could go as he emptied the cum from his balls with his cock being squeezed inside of her still grasping cunt. He collapsed on her, and she held his face to her breast as they slowly began to breathe normally again.