The Tycoon and his Honey Pot

by Sabel Simmons

  “Cuz, they can’t trace it if the phone is off, but he has put a constant tracker on it, so the minute she switches it on, it will activate the search. I’ll let you know the minute they find her.”

  “I don’t care what time, Charles. Phone me, even if it is in the middle of the night!”

  “Will do, Cuz.”

  Mason send Brooklyn a text message and noticed it was already midnight. He sighed, took a quick shower and then sat down in the deep comfortable chair next to the window, staring out to the dark; Michael’s soft snoring not even registering.

  Brooklyn stopped at a twenty four hour bistro and bought a sandwich and coffee, then got straight back on the road. She hid in a changing room of a retail store for over an hour before carefully walking back out in the street and took a taxi to the nearest car rental outlet. She hid in a parking garage for another hour; just to be sure she won’t bump into Mason and took to the road after midnight back to New York.

  She ate the sandwich while driving and sipped the coffee slowly and felt her energy reviving. Her eye caught the clock on the dash and sighed when she noticed it was nearly two thirty in the morning. There was another hour or so to go, but with hardly any traffic the road was quiet and the miles slipped by.

  Remembering she switched her phone off, she quickly took it out and switched it back on. She did not want to have to battle with switching a phone on in case of an emergency. The phone beeped a few times immediately and she sighed. She eased her foot off the pedal and snorted when she saw the numerous missed calls from Mason and a few from Michael as well. There was also a text message from each of them. She read Michael’s first and felt the lump forming in her throat.

  Sis, please be careful. I love you lots and am worried about you. Don’t let a stupid misunderstanding destroy your future with a wonderful man. Give him a chance, bumble bee!

  She swiped to Mason’s message and swallowed hard at the abruptness of his words.

  I will never let you go. You might as well stop running.

  Stupid man! She did not belong to him and if he for one moment thought she would stay with him when he … when he … argh! She could not even think about other women in his arms … in his bed! The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She would show him … two could play the game. The anger bubbled and burned inside her all the way to New York.

  Mason picked up the call on the first ring. “Where is she?”

  “She was in the Allentown area. It seems she was en route to New York and then changed direction. She now seems to be heading to Philadelphia. Trent says he suspects she took a wrong turn and might not even know she is heading in the wrong direction. Let’s wait and see where she goes from there before you head that way. I’ll call again in an hour. She should be there by then. Why don’t you try and sleep, Cuz. I am sure she’ll be in New York in the morning, if she does not stop to sleep somewhere.”

  Mason took Charles’s advice and leaned back on the chair and fell asleep. He was already awake by five when Charles phoned again.

  “She stopped for about an hour in Phili. She is already on the outskirts of New York.”

  “Thanks, Charles. I really appreciate it.”

  He sighed in relief and stretched his tired body. Michael was awake and looked at Mason questioningly.

  “She is already in New York. Seems she took a wrong turn and ended up in Philadelphia and rested there for a while. I am off, Mickey. I need to find her.”

  “Just give me five minutes. I’ll leave the Porsche at the car rental agency and arrange with the Porsche dealer to fetch it and take it back home.”

  Mason nodded, turned his phone over and over in his hands, then gave in and sent Brooklyn a text.

  Brooklyn just stopped for more coffee when her phone beeped.

  Honey, please tell me you’re ok.

  She took a deep breath, contemplating whether she should respond and then thought about how she would feel if he just disappeared and she didn’t know where he was. Even being angry she couldn’t ignore his concern.

  I’m fine.

  Mason took a deep breath, elated that she answered. It meant that she still took his feelings to heart.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Mason had an important meeting he could not change and went to the office, frustrated beyond imagination. Brooklyn’s phone was off again and he had no idea where she was. Michael promised to let him know if he heard anything.

  Tiaan was worried about Mason, but also had the utmost respect for how he still managed to stay focused on the meeting that resulted in the signing of another Global client by late afternoon.

  “Tiaan, I have to go. I have to start looking for her.”

  “Where are you going to look, Mace? New York is a big city.”

  “Don’t tell me something I don’t already know. I am going to Michael’s. Maybe she’ll go there eventually. I’ll keep you updated.”

  Pizza was just delivered when he arrived at Michael’s house and reluctantly ate two slices. He slumped down on a couch and felt so helpless.

  “I wish I knew where to start looking, Mickey. Would she not go to Allison?”

  “Not there. I already phoned her.”

  “What about her friend, Lilly?”

  “Nope, also not at home.”

  Michael’s phone rang and the caller id said it was Lucas.

  “Hi Luke, what’s up?”

  “Ehm … is Mason with you?” Michael glanced at him and he sat up when he noticed the look.

  “Yeah, why?”

  “Ehm … maybe I should just sort this out myself.”

  “Lucas! What is going on? Is Bee there?”

  “Yes, but Mickey … she is somewhat …”

  “Somewhat what?”

  “Ehm … tipsy …”

  “Tipsy? Brooklyn?”

  “Yes and she is acting totally out of norm. She’s flirting with the jocks, Mickey.”

  “She is doing what!”

  “Dammit Michael. You heard me. I think I’ll just grab her and carry her out. The way she is dressed, these guys can’t keep their hands off her.”

  “How … is she …”

  “She’s wearing those tiny denim shorts and a crop top with her Cats. Oh no … Bee … no, get off the table! Hell, Mickey, she’s dancing on the tables! I think you better get here quick. But I suggest you leave Mason behind. He is likely to commit murder when he gets here … oh hell … likely a few murders!”

  “Where are you?”

  “At the Track bar.”

  “I’m on my way. Try and get her out of there in the meantime.”

  Mason was already up and waiting with his keys in his hands. Michael glanced at him worriedly.

  “Maybe I should go alone. I’ll bring her back here.”

  Mason glared at him, recognizing the concern in his eyes and he felt the anger bubbling inside him.

  “What is she doing?”

  “Ehm … sounds like she is slightly tipsy and is attracting quite a lot of … attention.”

  Mason swung around and stormed out the door, his body tightly wired and his jaw rigid. Michael realized there was no way he would stay behind. The luxurious SUV was very powerful and ate up the distance in no time. Michael prayed that Lucas managed to get Brooklyn out of the bar by the time they arrived. He did not even want to imagine what Mason would do if he found her flirting with those hunky jocks.

  The SUV hardly pulled to a stop and Mason was out the door. His long strides ate up the distance to the door and Michael ran to get inside ahead of him. Praying he could get to Brooklyn before Mason did. The sight that met his eyes froze him in his tracks when he entered the bar. Mason bumped into him from behind. His eyes found her immediately and rage rushed through him so fast he felt his hands tremble.

  Brooklyn wore those tiny denim shorts she had on the day they met with a tight crop top, leaving her belly bare. It also hugged and pushed her breasts upwards enticingly. He ground his teeth as he watched her dan
ce seductively in the middle of the floor, her arms raised over her head and her hips swayed in slow sexy circles. Her head was thrown backwards and her lips shone in the dim light as she turned and smiled at the blond man that circled around her. When he reached for her hips she twirled away and continued to sway, lifting her hair seductively away from her neck. The blond jock closed in on her again and when his hands closed around her hips, Mason lost it.

  Before Michael could stop him he was already next to the couple and Brooklyn gasped when she looked up and suddenly he was there. He didn’t say a word, but his fist flew past her face to smash in the blond man dancing with hers’ face. She heard his cry of pain and turned to look at him, but Mason had her elbow in a death grip and yanked her behind him towards the door.

  Her head spun and she tripped when he pulled her outside. He yanked her up and his hand tightened around her arm and she cried out.

  “You’re hurting me!”

  He ignored her and continued jerking her towards the back of the building. The moment they turned the corner everything was ensconced in total darkness. He smashed her against the wall and his whole body pressed her back and she cried as she battled to breathe. His mouth crashed on hers and he kissed her with hard deliberateness. His tongue forced itself past her lips and he tilted her head back with his hand on her neck. He forced her mouth open wider and wider and kissed her so deeply she felt she was drowning.

  His hands ripped her shorts open and she moaned and cried when his mouth left hers. He shoved her shorts and panties down her legs.

  “No! What are you doing! Mason … No!”

  By the time he straightened he had his arousal out and he slammed home, so hard and so deep she cried out at the sudden intrusion. He breathed haggardly. His whole body trembled and she realized he was furious. He slipped his arms under her knees and pulled them up and against the wall to spread her wide open. He started plunging into her. He slammed her into the wall with every forward thrust. She cried and held on to his shoulders, her only support apart from the wall behind her back.

  “Mason … baby … please stop!”

  “No! This is your own fault, Brooklyn … ugghh … oh God!”

  He slammed into her once more and then pressed her back against the wall, holding still. He breathed heavily against her and she thrilled at his shaft jumping inside her. He pulled his arms from under her knees and guided her legs around his waist. He softly stroked her legs where he had gripped it to keep them spread wide. His need to ensure she was his and to re-connect with her burned like a cinder inside his soul.

  Brooklyn felt his heart thumping like a race horse inside his chest. He nuzzled her neck, breathing deep and tried to regain control of his raging emotions. He lost control when he saw that man touch her and did not even realize what he did until she begged him to stop. His arousal throbbed painfully where he was buried so deep inside her he didn’t know where he ended and she began.

  “I need you, Brooklyn. Please don’t tell me to stop.”

  She tightened her legs around his waist and ground her hips against his; forcing him even deeper and he groaned, pulled out nearly all the way and slammed back in. He plunged into her and she thrashed with him. Their shouts filled the night air as they reached a pleasure so intense they shivered against each other.

  It took a while for them to regain control. Mason withdrew reluctantly from her warm body and helped her dress. He took her face between his hands and kissed her tenderly. His lips so sweet and soft she nearly cried.

  “God knows, I am so angry at you. How could you let him touch you? How could you … dammit, Brooklyn, how could you deliberately entice him like that?”

  “I was angry! I still am and I can ask you the same question!”

  He shook his head and she wished she could read the expression in his eyes, but it was too dark.

  “No, Brooklyn. I did not allow anything nor did I entice or flirt.”

  He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. He took her hand and turned towards his car.

  “Let’s go home. We’ll talk there.”

  Neither of them said a word all the way home and Brooklyn was relieved when he landed the chopper. She went straight to the bathroom and ran a warm bath. She soaked her tired body and cursed herself for drinking all that champagne on an empty stomach. Obviously it went only one way … to her head and that was why she … sort of became so seductive and flirty. Maybe she knew what she was doing. She knew Lucas would phone Mason and she wanted him to feel what she did when she walked in on him and his actress!

  “How much longer are you planning on hiding in there, Brooklyn?”

  His grim question from the other side of the door pulled her from her reverie and she sat up.

  “I’ll be right out.

  She finished washing and rinsing her hair and got out of the tub. She dried her hair quickly and wrapped a towel around her, tugging it in between her breasts. She walked to the walk-in cupboard and drew out jockey stretch shorts and a crop top. She pulled it on before she walked into their room.

  Mason was already on the bed and his eyes followed her until she climbed on the bed. His eyes lowered and he looked down over her body. His discontent was clear in the flash of his eyes. She folded her arms over her chest, lifting her chin.

  “I am not going to sit here naked while we talk.”

  He promptly moved lower down on the bed and lay down, closing his eyes, his hands loosely on his belly.

  She stared at him in utter disbelief.

  “You are not going to sleep, Mason! We have to talk!”

  He didn’t even open his eyes. “You know the rules, Honey.”

  Her mouth gaped open. The audacity of the man! She rose from the bed and stalked over to the reading chairs in front of the window and plunked down on one of them.

  “Now, we talk.”

  He ignored her and did not move a muscle.

  “Mason! You will not ignore me! We need to talk.”

  “Yes, we do, but I am already in bed, so we will talk here or not at all. It’s your choice.”

  She screeched in frustration, jumped up and shoved the shorts down her legs and ripped the top up and over her head. Mason’s breathing froze in his throat when her breasts snagged on the top and bounced and jiggled when she pulled the top over her head.

  She stalked angrily back to the bed, very aware of his eyes on her. She got under the sheet and pulled it up and tugged it in under her arms.

  “So talk. I am really interested to hear this.”

  “No … get over here.”

  She turned her head to him and glared at him.

  “I am quite comfortable where I am, thank you.”

  “Then I guess you don’t really want to talk.”

  “Why does everything always have to be your way?” She snapped at him and her eyes flashed angrily. He lifted his eyebrows.

  “Where do you want me?”

  “Straddle my hips.”

  She gasped at him. “Mason, what we have to talk about is serious. We can’t do that with me sitting on your lap!”

  “Yet, that is where I want you.”

  His eyes glittered like diamonds in the night and kept hers hostage. She sighed, pulled the sheet down and crawled over to him. She rose and lifted her leg over his and settled on top of him. He shook his head and she tightened her lips. She grabbed the sheet behind her legs, lifted slightly and ripped it from between their bodies. She lowered on top of him and her warm, wet sheath settled around and sucked the length of his hardening and swelling shaft into the length of her sheath.

  They pulled their breaths in simultaneously and Mason had to breathe in deep and slowly to calm his thundering testosterone.

  “Tell me what you saw when you walked into my office, yesterday.”

  “Why, you were there!”

  “Humor me, Brooklyn.”

  “I saw your supposed ex-lover grinding her hips into yours, wrapped over and on top of you. Oh, and let us not forg
et the heated and throat depth kiss you gave her, with your arms wrapped around her!”

  He frowned and his hands fell on her thighs, stroking the soft inner skin. He looked into her eyes and shook his head.

  “Think back again, Brooklyn. That is not what you saw.”

  “It is exactly what I saw!”

  “Think! See it in your mind!”

  “No! I don’t even want to talk about it! Let alone see it in my mind again!”

  “Think!”

  She snorted angrily; her eyes smoky and now deep silver in color. Mason did not let up and watched her with narrowed eyes, his fingers tightened on her thighs. Her lips tightened, but she allowed her mind to wander back to the moment she opened the door.

  “Tell me what you see, honey.”

  “You were half lying on the couch, she was … was on top of you. Her hips grinding down on your … your … my … MY shaft! It belongs to me! She had no right! You had no right! Dammit Mason!”

  He smiled and his … her … shaft jumped to full size in less than a heartbeat and she gasped. He stroked her cheek and shook his head.

  “No … you’re not finished. Tell me what else you see.”

  She closed her eyes tightly and swallowed hard. She gripped his hands still warm on her thighs.

  “She was pressed against you so tight I could not even see a space between your bodies. Her lips were locked on … over yours, she slanted her mouth and your arms … your eyes were open … angry … you were angry and you …”

  She opened her eyes and looked at him, her voice softening.

  “You were gripping her shoulders. You were pushing her away? You did not … she … she’s the one … oh God!”

  He shook his head, looking deeply into her eyes.

  “No, I did not and yes, had you walked in one second later you would have found her flung on the floor. She walked in while Sally went to get me lunch and she jumped on me. I was so surprised I probably took a second to react, but I swear to you, I did not kiss her … and here is the best … he … didn’t even react.” He pushed his shaft up against her and she gasped at his hardness against her.

  “Really? Not even a little?”

  “Not until I looked up and saw you in that tight black little mini dress!” He took her hands in his and looked deep into her eyes.