Mace
Sawyer was one step ahead of him, and he didn’t know what he’d do without her. By the time he went to meet her at her place after going to the police station, she’d assembled the masses. It had only been a few hours since Becca went missing so there wasn’t much the police could do but keep an eye out. If she wasn’t back by morning then he planned to go back until something was done, but they had suggested he gather some people to help him look in the meantime if he was that worried.
Of course, he had been.
He knew Becca enough now to know she just wouldn’t take off without a word. They’d made plans. She told him she loved him, for Christ’s sake.
He believed her.
After thanking everyone for coming to his aid, Sawyer especially, he took a deep breath and gained control. Sawyer, Ava, and Lena were going to Becca’s house in case she showed up there until further notice. Jagger and Alex were going back to Mad Ink to search the perimeter, and Liam volunteered to accompany him back to the Coulter’s.
“Thanks for helping out. I’d be a wreck without you guys,” Mace admitted. “I know we’re on the right track. I just feel like I’m missing something.”
“We’ll find her, man. Now buckle up.” Liam had insisted on driving there, and he was too worked up to argue. He counted down the seconds until their arrival to pass the time. Within minutes they’d arrived, and there was still no sign of Becca or her car. His heart plummeted again, but he forged on.
“Looks like they might be sleeping.” Liam observed. All the windows were dark, and it was quiet except for the crickets outside.
“I noticed,” he replied. “We came all this way and still no sign of her. I say it’s time for a wakeup call. She was on her way here last time I talked to her, said she was pulling in before she hung up. Somebody’s gotta know something.”
“You’re right about that,” Liam said as he jumped the stairs two at a time to the front porch. “We’ll bang until somebody answers or calls the cops. Either way we’ll be talkin’ to somebody before the night is through. I got your back however this goes.”
“We’re going to find my girl,” Mace declared, and he said it to motivate himself. Here goes nothing.”
The first time Liam knocked it was quiet. The second loud knock must have startled somebody inside because they heard something crash. It went quiet again and still nobody answered.
“You hear that?” Liam put his ear to the door. “We’ve either scared them, or someone doesn’t want our company so they’re not answering.”
“Does the old lady live alone? I’d bet scared is the reason if that’s the case,” Mace said, and he looked to his friend for an answer.
“Pretty sure the grandson moved in to help her out, so it could be the latter,” he replied.
Shit!
Mace pounded on the door this time. “The hell you say? He came by Becca’s couple of weeks ago, didn’t get a good vibe. Guy has a thing for her, but she’s not interested.” He knocked more persistently. “I’m sick of waiting. I understand if you want to back off and leave me to it, but I’m kicking this door in and getting some answers. She has to be in there, and if not, I bet that fucker knows where she is.”
He didn’t wait for an answer and kept kicking until the door gave away. Liam was right behind him as he entered. “Said I’d help. I’m not leavin’ you here to deal with this alone.”
Mace nodded, as they looked around and noticed a few of the knickknacks overturned. Some of them had even shattered. “Looks like there was a struggle at some point.” He tilted his head towards the mess. “You check down here and I’ll investigate upstairs. Holler if you find anything.”
Liam was already gone into another room by the time he made it to the stairs. His heart beat frantically and he began to sweat. Once he made it up, he tiptoed quietly to each room to look inside, his back to the wall. All was clear so far, he’d checked three rooms and one bathroom. There were only two left. He opened the next and found the old lady unconscious but breathing. He tried nudging her awake but there was no use. She wasn’t responding. Just then the closet burst open and a man ran out down the hall. Mace was immediately in pursuit.
He was fast, but not fast enough. As they hit the stairs Mace took a giant leap and knocked the guy down. It was that fucker Baxter, the grandson.
“Where is she?” he demanded. The shithead just grinned at him.
“Who?” he replied, playing dumb.
“Becca was here. I was talking to her when she got here. Now she’s missing. I repeat, where is she? You don’t answer, and I’ll have to beat some answers out of you,” Mace growled, and shook him a little to rattle him.
Dude must have been off his rocker because he just laughed in his face and whispered, “I’ll never tell.”
“Liam?” Mace barked.
“Yeah, bro, I’m here.” Baxter squirmed when Mace looked up to see his friend leaning against the wall across from him. “You seemed to have the situation under control, so I left you to it.”
“Any luck?” he asked, sounding hopeful. He glanced at Baxter and scowled. “Fucker’s not talking.”
“Didn’t have a chance to check everywhere before I heard the scuffle over here, came to check it out.” Liam stood. “What do you want to do with him?”
Mace answered with a punch, and Baxter howled in pain.
Wait…
“Do you hear that? Hold him for me will ya?”
Liam complied. They could hear sirens in the background now getting closer, but Mace didn’t care. The noise was faint, but he’d heard it. Right before he punched the guy in the face.
Baxter squirmed as if he was nervous. “You hear nothing but the police, you moron. You triggered the silent alarm when you broke in. I’m pressing charges and Becca will forget all about you once they throw your ass in jail.”
“Shut up, man,” Liam grumbled, putting him into a choke hold. “That should hold him.”
He heard it again when Baxter finally quieted. It was coming from the wall, so he pressed his ear to it.
Help me, somebody please!
It was her. He was sure of it. “Where’s the door?” he yelled, punching his way across the wall. Something clicked inside, and he found the camouflaged doorway leading down stairs.
“Becca!”
“Mace?” she cried, “Mace, I’m here. Please I’m over here.” She sobbed while he ran down and it brought him to his knees.
He finally found her, thank God, but not unscathed. Her hands were bound to the wall, her wrists red and raw as if she was trying to escape unsuccessfully, her eyes were puffy from crying and one was almost swelled completely shut. “He hit you?”
Becca nodded. “He would’ve done much worse if you hadn’t come. Please find the key to unlock me before he comes back.”
“He won’t be coming near you. Trust me?” he asked, and she nodded through her tears.
“Yes, yes, I do.” Her hands shook as she tried to reach out to him, and the chain rattled. He had just enough time to cup the sides of her face and press a gentle kiss to her head before the police came charging down to save the day.
Becca and Mrs. Coulter were both transported to the hospital, while Mace and Liam were held back to give statements. He couldn’t wait to get out of there to be with her. He was able to call Sawyer to relay what happened and she headed straight there to be with Becca, so he was glad she wasn’t alone. Mrs. Coulter was still out of it by the time EMT’s arrived, she’d been drugged but would thankfully make a full recovery eventually. Becca was understandably shaken up but he admired her strength considering the circumstances. They were both safe now, that was all that mattered.
Baxter on the other hand was arrested, and with any luck they’d throw the book at him. It’d be a cold day in hell before he got out of jail and the bastard deserved every bad thing coming his way.
The hours felt like days before he was able to see her. They were keeping her for the day under observation. He walked in the door and Sawyer immediately got up to give him a hug. “She’s sleeping,” she whispered. “I’m heading out to get some sleep. Let me know if anything changes, will you?”
“Yeah,” he agreed. He couldn’t take his eyes off Becca’s still form and he gulped down some of the emotion overwhelming him. He sat at her bedside and held her hand.
“Mace?” Somebody was shaking him, and he opened his eyes groggily.
“Huh?”
“They’re discharging me soon, honey, wake up.” Becca shook him again, and everything came rushing back. He jumped to his feet and gently gathered her inside his arms.
“Scared the shit outta me, Becca. I went crazy with worry.” He whispered, “I never want to let you go.”
“It scared the shit out of me too.” She wiped a tear. “But you found me. I can never thank you enough for not giving up.”
“I couldn’t. I should have said so yesterday but I pussied out.” He cupped her face again and looked her directly in the eye. “I love you, Becca, so fuckin’ much baby. I need you to know it.”
She began to cry harder at his admission and she inelegantly wiped her nose on her sleeve before she could reply. “I love you too, Mace.”
Luckily, besides the trauma of the whole ordeal, Becca was finally able to leave the hospital with only a few bumps and bruises. Mace took it easy on her for a couple of weeks and doted on her hand and foot until Becca had enough.
***
Becca
“It’s been three weeks, and four days since it happened, Mace. I’m okay now.” She assured him. He still treated her as if she was fragile and although she loved him for it, enough was enough. Therapy was doing wonders for her, and she felt as if she was at a good place right now, at least for the day anyway. “Just love me.”
“I do, sweetheart,” Mace reassured her, pulling her closer to him.
She cuddled with him. “Show me.” She turned around so that she was facing him and flicked his nipple. “I need you, big guy.”
She didn’t have to tell him twice. “Happy to be of service,” he said, but she cut him off with a kiss. She could feel the solid form of his cock pressed against her and became desperate to have him. Becca climbed on top and ripped her tank off. Mace took the cue and helped her with her thong. Completely naked now, she ground against him without breaking the kiss. They were both breathless when she finally pulled back and yanked off his boxer briefs. Her breasts heaved as she admired what she had to work with. She loved his cock. She grabbed the base and placed him where she needed him. They moaned in unison when he entered her, and she cursed. It felt so good.
“Giddy up, babe.” Mace smacked her on the ass and thrust up to go deeper.
“Oh, I’ll ride you all right.” She exclaimed, “Better than that damn bull.”
“Hell, yeah, you will,” he groaned, and she did as asked by riding him with all the energy she had. Their bodies were sweat slicked, and the only sounds in the room besides their moaning in pleasure were that of skin slapping skin before their orgasms erupted. Once Mace was close he played with her clit until she shouted from the roof tops. Her pussy quivered around him, the warm, silky vibrations causing him to explode inside of her.
It got better and better every single time.
She collapsed on top and he rubbed her back. He seemed content, so she just laid there listening to his heart beat for a few minutes to gather her thoughts. One thing she’d learned from this whole ordeal was that life was too short to go wasting time, and she knew what she wanted. He laid beneath her. “Tell Sawyer you appreciate her generosity, but you’re giving her the house back.”
“Say what?” Mace sounded shocked, so she repeated herself. This time she looked up and met his gaze.
“I love you, Mace. Tell Sawyer you’re giving her the house back.”
“That’s what I thought you said,” he replied. “And?”
“And, move in with me,” she said, as she sat up. His flaccid dick started to inflate inside of her and she wiggled against him. “I know I want you, love you, and I miss when you’re not around. Who cares what anyone thinks. Move in with me. Let’s make this permanent.”
Mace looked at her thoughtfully, and she bit her lip, suddenly nervous. “Well, don’t leave me hanging.”
“Hand me my phone,” he said and held out his hand. Becca jumped off him and searched for his jeans. Once she located them, she searched his pockets until she found it. She silently handed it over and sat cross-legged beside him as he sat up in bed.
He dialed the phone and pressed it against his ear. “Hey, squirt, what you up to?”
He chuckled. “Yes, I know what time it is. Don’t tell me you were sleeping.”
“Uh huh.”
“Ugh, TMI, brat.”
“La, la, la…” he sang, and Becca giggled. Sawyer was awesome, and she loved watching Mace squirm sometimes.
“Okay, listen up. I’m giving the house back.”
“Uh huh.”
“I know, ya, ya, already. I promise to still help with fixing it up. It’ll just be empty. I’m moving in with Becca.”
“Of course, she’s okay with this. It was her idea.” He rolled his eyes. “Just a sec…”
“She wants to talk to you,” Mace said and handed her the phone. He placed his hands behind his head and got comfortable.
“Hey, Sawyer,”
“He’s moving in. I’m so happy for you!” Sawyer said it with such enthusiasm that Becca had to take the phone from her ear.
Mace chuckled and mouthed “I love you” to her silently.
Becca placed a hand to her heart and smiled. “I wanted something more permanent and he’s giving it to me.”
“I can’t tell you how glad I am for you both.” Sawyer continued. “Let me know when you want his stuff out of the house, and Jagger and I will help him move it into yours with the truck.”
“Will do,” Becca said.
“That’s all she wrote. Gotta go, I’ve got a hot man waiting for my services. Later,” Sawyer said and hung up as soon as Becca said, “Bye.”
“She took it pretty well.” Becca eyed the phone and handed it back to him.
“Knew she would.” Mace grinned. “I’m moving in.” He reached for her and pulled her on top of him again. He started kissing her and rolled them over so that he was on top now. He was hard as a rock and slid home to make love again. They took it slow this time, and Becca felt complete for the first time in a long time.