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“Fuck you. And you. And anyone else who wants to chime in.”
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so messed up over a woman, but the answer was probably never. Love wasn’t something he’d ever indulged in. Sex and lust and good times in bed, yes. Since he was sixteen. But love? Nope. Not until Jackie.
His hand had become his best friend since it his feelings for her hit him. He’d wanted her long before and had still been able to take up with other women, but when his heart got involved, he couldn’t touch anyone else. The thought turned his stomach.
He tried. Many times. And left frustrated. His body, his heart, his dick wanted Jackie.
She wanted him, too. At least, he’d convinced himself she did. Could be he was wrong.
He looked up from where he’d been peeling the label off his beer bottle. Dallon and Vinter had drifted away at some point and he was alone in the middle of the yard. His friends were gathered in small groups, talking, munching on food. Jackie was still with Mandi, her brothers, and Jaz.
He wasn’t very good company.
Elise caught his eye as he glanced around. Mac gave her a small smile which she returned. Dallon tended the grill and Mac considered going to relieve him. He also considered leaving.
He felt like the proverbial third wheel and that never turned out well for anyone.
“Hey Mac,” Dallon called, motioning him over. Mac guessed the decision had been made for him. Carrie had joined Dallon and barely contained herself. Dallon had one arm wrapped around her and she practically humped his leg.
“Y’all need a room,” Mac groused.
“We do. Watch the food, will ya? I’ll be back as soon as I take care of this minx.” Dallon lifted Carrie over his shoulder and double timed it toward the back door of Vinter’s house.
Carrie had been a late bloomer so Mac guessed she was making up for lost time. Whatever it was, she and Dallon were always having sex, not that Dallon complained. The man had always been the horn dog between the four friends. It was a wonder his dick hadn’t fallen off yet.
Then again, the saying went use it or lose it. And Dallon definitely used it.
Mac adjusted the heat on the grill and rearranged the chicken pieces before basting them with additional barbeque sauce.
Jackie’s laughter filtered across the yard and Mac resisted the urge to turn around and see who or what made her laugh. He was proud of himself for the self control until it happened again.
Trae had her hand in his and they stood so close they could’ve kissed without moving.
This was fucked. Mac knew he was acting like a teenage kid with his irrational need to punch Trae and accuse Jackie of trying to make him jealous. He couldn’t seem to help it, though.
He felt like he could blow up at any moment.
“You want to leave, man?” Vinter asked, coming to stand beside him.
“That obvious?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I’m outta here. I don’t want to make more of a fool of myself than I already have. Have Dallon or Jaz bring some food by the station for me, will ya?”
“You got it.”
Mac finished off his beer and crossed the yard to the side gate. He slipped through without looking at Jackie again. That was something to be proud of. “Damn woman,” he muttered.
He straddled his bike, cranked it, and peeled out of Vinter’s drive. He should have his helmet on, even though he was only going a short distance, but he wanted the wind in his face. He wanted to feel something beyond the lust coursing through his veins.
The winding roads of north Georgia soothed him. He’d be able to ride them with his eyes closed. Not that he’d ever tried. But he could.
He’d lived in the area his whole life and couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. Being in law enforcement was all he’d ever wanted to do. His father had been the sheriff as had his grandfather. It was in his blood. Even in the Army, he’d been military police.
He kept his town safe and he took pride in it.
No one could remember the last violent crime that had occurred. For years, it had been nothing more than a few domestics, petty crimes, and speeding along roads that had strict speed limits for very good reasons.
