The house was way far out in the canyon, Mac knew of it but he didn't know who was holed up there until he did. Once they followed Walter for the next buy in Salt Lake, it turned out the douche bag circled right back into the canyon.

It was almost convenient he thought to himself as he and Megan sat on a ledge overlooking the canyon and the house below it. They smoked and watched all night long, then for a few more nights until they were ready to make their move.

"How many are there? I count seven." Meghan said, taking off her night vision goggles.

"Yeah it's about right," Mac replied as the sun started coming up, "Tonight we take them or they take us…"

She didn't answer, just nodded affirmative. She was with him now, stand or fall…

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When it went down it went all the way down, the next night Mac and Meghan were out stalking the house again. By now they knew the routine of the occupants, and it didn't take long at all. It would have seemed anti-climatic, but taking them out one by one like a couple of ninjas had felt amazing. There were five of them in total, which they buried in the canyon.

Neither of them had really gotten much sleep since all of that went down but when they got home they were high without the benefit of pharmaceuticals. That changed straight away. It was celebration time.

The bag of rock they acquired was a bonus, and Meghan had never smoked. There was no time like the present, and as they laid there on the bed smoking and teasing each other he realized he was in love with her.

What he had with Meghan was by far more than with any other person, she had killed for him, killed with him and shared his pain. His hand reached for hers, and he wanted to tell her, because he had never uttered those words to anyone.

Meghan kissed him then and the primal, methed up part of him pushed those thoughts out of his mind.

Mac rolled over on top of her and pinned her to the bed as his hands roamed up her dress.

"Let's leave here Meg, go somewhere that they don't know either of us…" Mac murmured as his lips moved over her neck and Meghan nodded. Getting out of this shit hole town was number one on the agenda now that business was taken care of.

"I need to start doing videos again too, I've been off the grid too long…" He was in the mood to promise her anything. The burden of his family and his sister's death was somehow lifting and Mac felt a freedom he hadn't felt before in his whole life.

Meghan pulled him down between her legs and kissed him hard, Mac reached for the tin of meth he kept on the nightstand and popped it open. Licking his finger he dipped it into the powder and rubbed it on his gums, then he did the same for Meghan

It hit them both like a bullet and they were pawing at each other more than usual.

"Oh fuck that's good stuff," He wrapped his arms around her and she leaned back against him. He put his knees up and hugged her to him, kissing her head. Meghan was blown away by that sweet gesture, so unlike Mac.

He had always been such a hard ass, even in bed, and she liked that about him, but this was good too.

They stayed that way just a minute, then he was up on his feet, pulling her legs closer to him as he knelt down at the end of the bed. He rested his chin on her stomach and looked up at her, grinning a wicked grin. Meghan looked down at him, not sure what he was up to now.

He leaned down and kissed her stomach, then licked it. She arched her back and sighed and he laid his head there, letting his breath go over where he just licked. Mac knew how to draw it out when he wanted to, and her body was pumping with drugs, so everything was amazing, to both of them.

After a few minutes he reached up and pulled her underwear down her legs, never breaking eye contact with her. Mac had the devil in him sometimes and that was one of the things she loved about him.

When he got them off her he held them in his hand and grinned again. He ran them through his fingers, looking at them, they were pretty and frilly, exactly what he would expect from her; then stuck them in his back pocket.

"Meant to get them the other day, but I forgot." He said, winking at her.

"Really?" Meghan sat up on her arms. "You're that guy?"

"Apparently now I am." He laughed, as he stood up and took his pants off, leaving only his boxers on, then he came back down next to her.

No one had ever made her feel that way, he was moving his lips down her neck and humming against her skin; rubbing his thumbs on her back in circles, she was trembling at the feeling, goosebumps erupting where his hands were, where his lips were, he was driving her crazy.

Meghan started reaching to get him closer to her, pulling at his arms and Mac came back up and kissed her again, this time sucking and biting her bottom lip, just a little. And then he leaned his forehead on hers, smiling a smile that went right up to his eyes.

He moved to her earlobe and she felt herself being pulled under like she was drowning, not in the water, but in him. Her whole body was tingling, Meghan had never been so excited by someone in her entire life.

She rolled them over so that she was on top and smiled down at him with an evil glint in her eye and let her hair fall down in his face.

Mac loved when she did that and the meth made it all so much more defined, his cock was throbbing hard against her and Meghan nodded slowly, getting an evil look in her eyes.

As he watched with lust hooded eyes she scooted down until she was between his legs and played with the waistband of his boxers, then leaned her face down and licked his stomach, looking up at him. She ran her fingers under the waistband of his boxers and he sucked in a breath.

Now he was looking at her now with intent, his pupils blown wide. Meghan rolled her tongue around on his stomach as she pulled his boxers down slowly. She never took her eyes off of him and it was so hot he wished there was a way to capture the moment and keep it forever.

Their eyes were locked into each other, and he concentrated on her and what she was doing to him. Her mouth was so hot and wet that he couldn't help bucking his hips into her. She was a dream come true alright, a keeper for sure.

Mac reached down and rubbed her head with both his hands as she ran her tongue and lips all over him. The feeling was pooling in his gut in minutes, she got him there like nobody else could and he knew it was because he loved her.

He loved her with every fiber in his body and had for as long as he could remember. They hadn't even been together a week and he knew even then, he just knew he wanted to be with her forever.

That little thought brought him right to the edge and he was about to fall.

"Baby, come up here." He said running out of breath but she wouldn't stop. He looked down at her losing control of his body now, watching her with heavy lidded eyes.

Mac moved his hips and she continued taking him into her mouth and had added her hand. She twisted her hand every few seconds up his dick and between that and her mouth he was so close.

He was moving his hips now, still not able to stop his hands running through her hair.

" I'm gonna…" He sighed out. "I'm…."

She responded by humming and taking him all the way into her mouth,"Mmmmmmmmmmmm." She hummed again and he thought he saw her smile at him.

That smile she gave him totally undid him and he came screaming a string of profanities that he never would have believed he would say. "Oh holy shit, god damn mother fucker….fuuccccck."

Meth was an awesome thing, recovery time was non existent and he was crawling back over her in seconds in a wild frenzy. Mac was all over her chest, kissing and sucking, leaving little marks all over her.

He was ready to fuck all night, Meghan dug her nails into his back, as he kissed his way down her body.

"Gimme that pussy," He growled into her skin.

"Oh fuck yes!" Meghan cried as he pulled her dress up and exposed her, licking his lips he dove in for the kill. Meghan knew he was a demon with his mouth,"Give it to me good."

"You're gonna cum with my cock inside you," He groaned when she was so close to falling apart from his expert tongue.

Mac was inside her in a second and let out a guttural scream as she wrapped her long legs around him. Meghan met him thrust for thrust, then took his hands and placed them on her neck.

Mac knew what she wanted, they had done it before a few times, and it always made them cum at the exact same time like fucking gangbusters. For real he had never been with anyone like her before, and he didn't plan on it in the near future either.

If he was honest with himself, choking her felt better than straight sex and having control of himself and not killing her was a thrill all unto itself. He pressed down on her neck as he pummeled her with his cock, "This what you want baby,"

"More," She gasped out, :Fuck me baby, harder."

He could feel her body starting to squeeze his cock like a vise and she screamed "Harder, oh God I'm cumming…" Mac's eyes rolled back into his head and he came fucking harder than he ever had before and collapsed on top of her.

It took him a minute to realize she wasn't moving, and even then he couldn't wrap his head around what had happened. He kept shaking her, trying to get her to move and he even tried to give Meghan mouth to mouth but she was gone.

One minute she was there with him and he was planning a life with her and the next minute he was holding her in his arms and crying.

For all the women he had killed on purpose, he had killed the only one he loved by accident.

THE END