by Delisa Lynn
“Let me grab some washcloths and towels and I will.”
He walks toward the closet. I lean back and pull my hair on top of my head when I realize my hair is getting wet. I close my eyes. I feel him climb in behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my neck. His touches soothe me.
My body has its own mind when I’m with him. I rest my head on his chest. I can feel his heart beating against my back. I know he loves me, but I’m terrified of getting hurt. I couldn’t handle it if I lost him.
He leans close to my ear, his mouth right above it, and says, “Do you realize how happy you make me? I can’t let you go, Alyssa. I’m scared shitless just thinking I’ll lose you.” He sighs, then kisses the top of my head.
“I’m scared,” I admit. “I’ve never felt this way before. I love you so much,” I say.
But I’m so fucking scared.
“We’re in this together. I’ll never, and I mean never, hurt you. You’re mine, forever.” He hugs me tight. A tear slips down my cheek.
Someone actually loves me.
“Heath, I love you,” I cry. “I’m so fucking scared. Everyone I have loved has left me. I’m so damn broken. I’m like a fucking puzzle, and I’m in pieces. Can you handle that?” I say, turning to face him. I look into his eyes and see unshed tears. I climb on his lap so I’m closer to him. I kiss him. “Tell me how much you love me.”
“I love you so fucking much it scares me. I want all of you, Alyssa. This,” he says, placing his hand on my heart, “has captured my soul. I can’t see myself living a happy life without you in it.” Tears roll down his cheek. “You’ll be my puzzle, and piece by piece, I’ll make you whole again. I want to heal you, Lys. Let me love you and make our puzzle complete.”
I choke back a sob and gasp. I crash my lips to his. In one swift move, he’s back inside of me and we are making love in the tub. We aren’t fucking. I can feel how much he loves me with every thrust.
He loves me. Heath Mason fucking loves me.
***
Heath
After making love to Alyssa in the bathtub, we climbed out and showered. Now she’s wearing one of my t-shirts and lying on my media room couch. We just ate dinner and she picked Sixteen Candles to watch. She said that she loves all things ’80s, including the music, which is another reason I love her. Although I was born in the late ’80s, I have an old soul, I guess.
I stand in the doorway, looking at how beautiful she is. Then I look at the picture of Seth and I a week after graduation. I think back to that day, a smile on my face.
“Hey, man. I can’t wait to party it up in Georgia. You should come out and hang with us sometime,” Seth says as he takes a drink of his beer.
“I think I may. I decided to attend the University of North Carolina. I wish Mom and Dad would have just worked out their shit. Then maybe we would have picked the same college,” I say as I sit next to my twin.
“No shit, man. I hate that they separated us, but I know you had issues with Mom and Bill,” he says. Bill is our new stepfather.
“Yeah, I like living with Dad and Libby.”
“Damn, look at us. We both have great girls and we’re headed off to college. Who would have thought the Mason twins would catch such pretty ladies?” He laughs.
“Hey, now. Speak for yourself. I’ve always known how handsome I am,” I say jokingly.
“Shit, in your dreams, brother. You do know I’m the more handsome twin, right?” He takes another drink. “I think I’m going to ask Alyssa to marry me next year.”
“It’s that serious?”
“Yeah, man. I love her. She’s amazing. I can’t wait for you to meet her.”
“That’s great. Yeah, she sounds nice. My feelings for Josie are getting stronger. I can’t say where it is going, though.” I stand up and look out into the ocean.
“You never know. Give it time,” he says.
***
“Heath, are you okay?” Alyssa asks as she places her hand on my shoulder.
“I’m fine, baby. I was just thinking back to the last time I saw Seth. There is something I need to tell you, okay?” I pull her to the sofa. “He loved you, you know that,” I say, holding her hand.
“I know he did. Well, he said he did,” she says, wiping a tear from her cheek.
“He was going to ask you to marry him. He told me the last time I saw him. We talked about you and Josie,” I say, wiping the tears from her cheeks, feeling tears of my own welling up in my eyes. Damn it, my man card has completely flown out the window. I’ve never cried this much.
“What happened to her?”
“Man, did I end up falling in love,” I say as I lean back and pull Alyssa onto my lap. “She was my girlfriend all through high school. Then a year of college.”
“What happened?” She lays her head on my chest.
“When she was twenty, she was diagnosed with breast cancer. She went in for a double mastectomy. Then three days later, she died. The cancer had spread through her entire body before they could even catch it,” I say, choking back my tears. I don’t talk about her much, but when I do, it hurts. It’s been six years.
“I-I’m so sorry, Heath.”
“It was six years ago. I still see her family here and there. I loved her, but I honestly don’t think we would still be together. She was different. She was very smart. She wanted to travel the world. I’ve just always been comfortable here,” I say, kissing her cheek.
“I can understand that. What about Jessika?” she says in a quiet voice.
I sigh. I guess now would be a good time to tell her everything. I pull her closer to me. “She and I met three years ago through mutual friends. I hadn’t really ‘dated’ since Josie’s death. I played the field. Keeping my guard up. Ya know?”
“Yeah, I know exactly what you mean,” she says soothingly.
“Well, after about six months, I let her move in with me. Things were good, or so I thought. Then I found out she cheated. She said it was one time and that she was drunk and had done a few lines of cocaine.”
“Jesus, Heath. She did drugs around you?”
“Not around me. I had suspicions that she had been using, so she promised it would never happen again. I believed her and let her stay.”
“Wow, she sure is a piece of work.” She snorts.
“Well, in January, I came home from a business trip and caught her and a golf buddy of mine together. I was so goddamn mad, I wanted to choke them both, but then I realized I deserved so much better than her. Long story short, she wanted to get married. She wanted my money, not me.”
“What a bitch. I’m so sorry. You have been through a lot.”
“Yeah, love. I think we both have. What are your thoughts on our long distance relationship?” I ask, praying to God she’ll move here.
“I need to go home, then I’ll be back in a few weeks. We can Skype and FaceTime. I just have some things at work I need to take care of. Then, I’ll…” she sighs. “I’ll move here, Heath. I love you and want to see where this goes. Promise me you won’t hurt me. I’m not sure my heart can take it.” She cries into my chest.
I kiss her. “Alyssa, I will do everything in my power to make this work. I love you so goddamn much, sweetheart.”
“Good, because I couldn’t imagine living without you,” she says quietly. I run my left hand down the side of her face. “I know you think you are broken, but I can heal you. I want to be your missing puzzle piece.”
I graze her lips with mine and she moans. I pull my shorts down, then push myself inside of her. I make love to the only woman who has made me feel human.
Chapter Twelve
Alyssa
I’ve been home for two days. I almost lost it on my flight back. Abby got the job she applied for in North Carolina, and she and Brett are staying for a few days before they go back to Rhode Island.
I had to come home because I have court all this week. I need to find a way to resign. I have to move to North Carolina. I just
hope that Heath is sincere. After what he told me about Jessika, I hope I never see her. I will claw her fucking eyes out.
Going back to work today was a disaster. Two of the cases I’ve been working on are killing me. One of my clients is in jail for something he didn’t do. I know he was framed, so I just have to prove it. I have to get this taken care of before I can move.
As I go through the files on my desk, I start thinking about my last night at the beach with Heath.
“Heath, I wish we could stay like this forever. I love being wrapped up in your arms, feeling your skin against mine. I feel wanted for the first time in my adult life.”
“Alyssa, I’ll always want you. Do. Not. Ever. Think you are not good enough for me. Truth is, you are too good for me. I’ve been with a lot of women, Lys. I can honestly say I’ve never felt such a connection other than with you. Being with you makes me feel alive. I actually don’t dread my days. Move in with me soon. I’m not sure I can survive without you here.” He kisses my temple.
“Hello, earth to Alyssa.” Mal snaps her fingers. “What are you thinking about?” she asks, crossing her arms.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I was just thinking about my last day in North Carolina.”
“Who is he? I’ve known you for a long time. Please tell me it isn’t Evan,” she says with her hands on her hips.
“No, it isn’t him. You know he is getting married. I think to Zander’s sister.” I laugh. “You slept with him too, didn’t you?”
“Who? You know I slept with Evan. It was your idea, but I’m glad I did. He was damn good in bed. I can’t believe he fell for that little shit. Yeah, I did sleep with Zander and Brody.” She laughs.
Slut puppy…
“You’re such a whore. I’ve changed. I was young and dumb. After I asked you to do that to Evan, I felt bad. I know it was wrong of both of us. I’m an awful person.”
“It’s all good. I knew I was moving and he wouldn’t see me for a while anyway.”
“Yeah, but it was still wrong,” I say, logging on to my computer.
“So, Mark and I are having a get together.” She sits on my desk. “You should come.”
“Mal, I have a boyfriend now. I don’t need to be fixed up with any of Mark’s friends.” I laugh.
“I know the last one was a fluke…Wait, did you say boyfriend?” she practically screeches.
“Lower your voice. Yes, I have a boyfriend. Do you remember Seth’s brother, Aaron? Well, come to find out he is Brett’s friend, Heath. He went by Aaron back then. I know it’s weird, but don’t freak, okay?” I grab my phone and open it to a picture of Heath and me. “Here. This was a few days before I left the beach.”
“Holy hotness, he is one fine man, and he looks just like Seth. It’s the eyes. How are you dealing with all of this? Normally, when you have someone this hot, he’s just a one night stand.” She snorts.
“I know. It was hard at first, but he’s different. His eyes are like Seth’s. But Heath…He is Heath, and he is so fucking sweet. And fuck you, we’re in love,” I say.
“You’re in love? How is this going to work, considering that you are a million miles away from him?”
“Shit, I didn’t mean to tell you like this, but I’m going to resign and move to North Carolina.” Her mouth drops open. Mal and I have been friends for a long time. She moved back to New York a few years ago, when I needed an assistant, and she was perfect for the job.
She gulps. “So, you’re leaving?”
“Yeah, I need to finish these cases, then I’m leaving. I already found someone to buy my condo. I know that Vera needs an assistant. I’ll send her an e-mail stating how amazing you are. I won’t tell her about the threesomes, though,” I tease.
“Oh, please don’t tell her.” She jumps up “There is no way in hell I’m having one with her.” She giggles. Vera is a sixty-year-old woman. Oh, if only she knew what whores Mal and I were…
“No worries, our drunken escapades are safe with me. You know I don’t swing that way, and you are the only one it ever happened with.”
“Oh, girl. Trust me, I know,” she sighs. “Well, I guess I better let you get back to work. I have some e-mails which I received while you were on vacation. I’ll forward them to you.”
She walks out of my office. For a second, I feel bad that I am moving. Then I think of my man. Yes, my man. I laugh to myself.
Going about my day is going to be super hard. I need to see Heath, or at least hear his voice. I get up and make sure my office door is closed and that my blinds are pulled. I tend to smile like the fucking Cheshire cat when I talk to him. I pull his number up on my phone. It rings a few times. Then I hear his muffled voice.
“Hmm, ’lo.”
“Good morning, handsome,” I say, smiling.
“It’s not good. You’re there and I’m here,” he says.
“Yeah, I know. I miss you so bad.” I sigh. “I may fly back out this weekend. Or you could fly here?”
“Yes, me flying out there sounds like a plan. Lys, what are you wearing, baby?” he all but whispers.
“Oh, umm…a black blazer with a red cami, a black pencil skirt, and red heels. You?” I ask.
“Nothing,” he says. “I’m thinking about you and those sexy hips of yours. I’m so turned on right now.”
I swallow the lump I feel in my throat before I say, “Me too. God, Heath. I miss you so much that I am aching.”
“Touch yourself,” he orders.
“I’m in my office, Heath,” I say meekly.
“So? Lock the door.”
“It-it is,” I say.
“Good. Now, where were we? Oh yeah, you were saying how much you missed me. Rub your clit.” I slide my skirt up and pull my panties off. After looking at the door to make sure no one is standing there, I do as he says and start massaging my clit.
“Mmm…Heath, I need your cock in this wet pussy,” I moan.
“Fuck. Yes you do.” I hear his breathing getting rapid. “Now, stick a finger in my wet pussy, Lys,” he groans.
“Are you touching yourself?” I ask.
“Touching is an understatement. I am jacking off to my beautiful girl’s moans. Now, back to my pussy. How wet are you?”
Holy hell, I’m having phone sex at work.
“I’m fucking dripping,” I say as I slide my finger deeper inside of me. “Oh, my God. Oh, Heath, I’m going to come again,” I moan.
“That’s it, baby. Finger yourself nice and hard. Do it hard, Lys.”
I deepen my fingers. My walls clench around my middle finger. I circle my clit with my thumb, sending me over the edge.
“I’m…Oh, God,” I say as I reach my climax. “What about you?”
“Almost baby, keep moaning. Tell me how much you miss me,” he says. I can hear his heavy breathing as I do as he says. “Goddamn, fuck. Yes,” he groans. “Just the sound of your voice sends me on a fucking high.”
“Mmm, your voice does the same to me.” I look down and see that my skirt is above my hips and my pussy has left its marks on my chair. My legs shake as one last orgasm shoots through my core. I stand up and look for something to clean myself with.
“You there, babe?” He sighs.
I giggle. “Yes. I kind of made a mess.”
“You aren’t the only one. I need to hop in the shower.” He laughs. “I’ll call you in a few, ’kay?”
“Okay,” I say. “I love you, Heath Mason.”
“I love you more, baby. Now, get that work taken care of so you can come home.” Home. I like the sound of that.
“Okay, bye,” I say.
“Bye, baby. Thanks for the morning phone sex.” He laughs.
“Yeah, anytime.” I push the red disconnect button.
After I clock out of work, I notice that I received a text from Blake. Shit, I need to call him. I’ll let him down easy.
“Hey, freshie.” He laughs.
“I can’t believe, after all these years, you still call me that.”
; “What can I say, I don’t like change. How was vacation? I’ve missed you.”
“It was wonderful. Blake, I met someone.” I sigh. “So no more sex.”
“Damn, that just ruined my day. I was ready for one of our lunch quickies. Mal never told me you found someone.”
“You know, you’ll always be a good friend. She just found out too.”
“Yep, I understand. You deserve happiness. I won’t stand in your way, doll. Look, I have patients, but maybe dinner this week?”
“Okay, sounds good. Take care.” I know this will be the last time we speak.
“You too, babe.”
***
Heath
I roll out of bed and walk into the bathroom. There’s cum all over my stomach. Thinking about what just happened makes my dick hard again. I turn the shower on and step in. I start stroking my dick. I lean up against the wall, place my hand at the base of my cock, and move it to the tip. I move my hand up and down slowly, thinking about Alyssa’s beautiful shaved pussy. After a few good strokes, I get my release. My body rocks as I feel my cum dripping through my fingers. I smile and finish showering.
After sliding on a pair of jeans, my phone rings. I didn’t even look to see who it was because I assumed it was Lys.
“Hey, baby.”
“Excuse me, is this Heath Mason?” a woman asks.
“Umm, yes, ma’am, it is. How can I help you?”
“I’m calling from University Hospital. Jessika Seymour has you listed as her fiancé and emergency contact,” she says. I hear her rummaging through papers. “She was admitted last night. Can you please come here? The doctor would like to speak to you.”
“Ma’am, Jessika is not my fiancée. I’m not sure why I’m still her emergency contact. Maybe call her sister or her mother?”
“Sir, you are the only one she has listed. Dr. Geary really needs to discuss her treatment with someone.”
