Perfect.
“Why two clubs Miss. Santino?” Mr. Jones asked, walking around the interior of the bar, checking out the multitude of bottles and glasses on the center island.
“One is designed for the younger crowd who wish to listen to loud music and dance with friends.” She held out her hands, “This is for anyone wishing to enjoy a more sophisticated atmosphere.”
“Sophisticated, right.” She heard him harrumph as he came from behind the bar and walked out the door. Her brows knit together as she pondered what his remark had meant.
Landon’s hand clamped onto her upper arm, stopping her as she bade to follow. “I don’t like this guy.”
“Neither do I, Landon,” she said, patting his hand reassuringly. “Hopefully he won’t be much longer.”
Landon held the door as she passed and whispered, “Don’t stand too close to him, he likes the way you smell.”
“What?” She spun to face him.
“When you get close he sniffs, I don’t like it.” Landon said, staying at her side as they walked down the stairs and into the dance club.
There were a few lunchtime patrons seated at the far tables enjoying freshly made pizza as Mr. Jones exited into the kitchen. Mikala left him to look around on his own, the chef would tell him what he needed to know and should he try to step on any toes, chef would chop him into tiny little pieces and scrape his ass into the garbage bin with the rest of the unwanted trash.
He emerged a short time later and headed to her office door, she wasn’t having him nosing around in there. No one was going into the spy room, as she called Mason’s security room, not without Mason. She would make sure he knew nothing unless Mason wanted him to.
“That’s my office, nothing to see in there.” She moved into the doorway blocking his entry.
“I need to see all the rooms, I will merely poke my head in the door,” he assured her.
Hastily she walked in ahead of him and took a seat at the desk, taking a pen and wiggling it restlessly between her fingers. Mr. Jones stood on the opposite side of the desk not bothering to take a seat, which made her happy knowing he had no intentions of making himself at home and would go soon.
Landon secured a guarding position at her side placing his hand on her shoulder, her pen slipped from her fingers dropping to the floor. She bent over to pick it up and caught sight of a pair of expensive Italian shoes. A wave of nausea caused a huge lump to form in her throat and as she attempted to catch her breath she looked up with horror written all over her face. Mr. Jones took one look at her and tore from the room at the speed of sound.
“What the fuck?” Landon said, confused.
She pointed desperately to the door and cried, “The creep!” Landon flew out the door after him.
Moments later, Carl and Landon came into the office shoulder to shoulder fighting past each other to get to Mikala, she stared at the pair with huge terror filled eyes. “He,” her hand caressed her side remembering the pain as the creeper punched his fist into her kidney.
“I called the cops, honey, Mason’s on his way,” Carl said, wrapping his arm over her shoulders. “Landon, get Mik a glass of water will you?”
“Sure thing,” Landon said, and ran from the room.
“Jesus, are you alright, Mik?”
Mikala nodded, still incapable of forming proper words, her mouth was so dry from fear. Landon returned and handed her a glass of water. She swished the cool liquid around her mouth and swallowed hard.
“Are you sure that was the guy that assaulted you, honey?” Carl queried.
She nodded as the words came out to match. “It was him, I’ll never forget those shoes and now I’ll never forget those eyes.”
Mason came bursting into the office like a bull in a china shop, sending a chair careening across the room and several items flying off the desk top. He pulled Mikala into his arms with such ferocity that the air moaned involuntarily from of her lungs and she gasped to fill them.
“Fuck, sugar, I should have been here. I’m so sorry,” he apologized over and over, until she managed to free herself from his embrace.
“Mason, I’m fine. He never touched a hair on my head. Landon was with me the entire time,” Mikala said, holding his face in her hands with her lips speaking against his, until she felt his body relax around her.
“How did he get in here? How did you not realize it was him? Fucking bastard…!” Mason roared, slamming his fist against the desk.
“The guy introduced himself as an insurance inspector, how was I supposed to know he wasn’t?” Carl volunteered his guilt before being asked. “If I had known…I’m so sorry, honey, all this is my fault.”
“No Carl, there’s no one to blame, it happened and now it’s over,” Mikala said, watching Landon clap his large hand on Carl’s shoulder and give it a supportive squeeze.
“Did anyone bother to call the cops?” Mason asked, running his hands through his hair and letting out an exhausted rumble.
“They’re on their way,” Landon announced. “Can I have a word boss?”
Mason walked outside the room but didn’t loom far, as he checked out the other occupants in the bar. “Is the place secure?”
“A few workmen are busy in the apartment and these guys,” Landon thumbed over his shoulder. “Other than that, it’s all locked up and clear. You need to calm down boss, your girls already upset enough, it’s not gonna help any if you lose your shit. She didn’t know, I didn’t know. Hell I didn’t think this fuckwad would just walk in the place and parade around us like king-shit, he’s one cool customer.”
“Mr. Reed,” Detective Blackstock called out, as he walked over to meet him. “Talk to me.”
Mason conveyed what he knew, and then showed him into Mikala’s office just as Chase arrived to join them.
Mikala, Carl and Landon recounted the afternoon’s events as Mason proceeded to push back the bookcase at the far end of the office, so they could view footage captured by the new security system.
Blackstock smiled, it was a rare act that Mikala wished she had a camera to capture. He had a nice smile, one that spread over his entire face including his eyes, but abruptly disappeared when he spoke. “Very impressive Mr. Reed, we have all the bells and whistles, eh? Let’s hope your money was spent wisely and there’s something to work with.”
Mikala and Carl moved back to her desk leaving Mason and the detective to watch the tape, she had no interest in replaying the horrible events again and sat in her chair with a thud. Carl sat on the desks edge facing her dangling his foot.
“Don’t say it,” she warned.
“What?”
“Don’t say sorry. I can’t take another person saying sorry or I think I’ll scream,” Mikala said, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples. “This is fucking bullshit. Explain to me how my life could get any worse,”
Landon came from the security room looking from Mikala to Carl and back. “Doing okay, Miss. Santino?”
“Take me home Landon?” Mikala asked.
“Your wish is my command.” He bowed, with a smile.
She huffed as she read over her statement for Blackstock and set it to the side, “If my wish is your command, make all this disappear and give me back my life.”
“I’ll let Mason know we’re going,” Landon said, ignoring her wistfulness and vanishing back behind the bookcase.
“Cute isn’t he?” Mikala asked Carl, who scowled at her before Landon rejoined them and their eyes momentarily fixed on one another.
“Gotta go I’ll talk to you later, Mik,” Carl said, swiftly departing.
“Mason wants you to wait a second, I’ll go collect my things, be back in a few minutes to take you home,” Landon said.
There was nothing better than a big strong man wrapped around a girl to make her feel secure and when Mason cocooned Mikala to his chest, her heart did a happy dance with excitement. Her big protective teddy bear locked her tighter in his hold as he smoothed his lips across hers and th
en grazed his teeth along her jaw to her earlobe sucking it into his mouth.
“I’ll be a few more hours, sugar, sorry.” He swore he heard her scream internally and laughed. His hand wrapped around her throat as he whispered in a sensual tone, “When I get home, I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll forget this day ever happened.”
“It’s going to take one hell of a lot of feel-good to make that happen.” Mikala teased, as she scrubbed her fingers in the short hair at his temple.
“I’m up for the challenge if you are.” He grinned.
“See you at home, sunshine,” Mikala said, running her hand across his cheek, watching Mason’s eyes smolder into hers.
“Fuck.” Mason groaned, as he dishearteningly released her.
“Ready?” Landon asked, before leading her away.
***
After the day from hell, Mikala was happy to cuddle into bed with a cup of steaming hot cocoa laced with a shot of peppermint schnapps and a good book. Distraction was number one on her to-do list tonight. No reminders of sick assholes trying to ruin her life.
Completely engrossed in the steamy romance novel Mikala had been neglecting for months now, she startled when her phone chirped on the bedside table. She smiled when she saw Mason’s name on the screen announcing a text.
Where’s L?
In bed
U sure?
Positive, the man snores like a bear lol
R U naked?
No want me 2 B?
Yep!
When?
Now!
Where R U?
My keys in the lock
Better hurry then
Whats the rush?
Going 2 B a long night
???
Feel good challenge
Challenge accepted, lights out, close ur eyes
Done
Mikala giggled as she slipped out of her t-shirt and panties and pulled the comforter up to her chin. The jingle of Mason’s keys as he set them on the hall table sent a shiver along her spine, her entire body lit up with a spark of electricity.
Mason took up the entire doorway to the bedroom as he extended his arms over his head and grasped hold of the frame. His dark silhouette remained motionless like a threat of something about to happen, but then his soft sexy baritone whisper crossed the room in the silence. “Eyes closed?” He kicked the door closed.
“No,” she whispered back.
“Why not?”
“I want to watch you get naked for me,” she whispered, sitting and up bringing her knees to her chest and placing her chin on her knees, wrapping her arms around them.
She could see a smile form across the outline of his face as he stepped forward and shrugged his jacket to the floor. He reached back and pulled his shirt over his head. Standing at the end of the bed he opened his belt, Mikala heard his zipper rasp open, his silhouette bent as he slid his jeans and briefs down his legs and stepped out, kicking them across the room.
“Don’t move, stay just like that,” Mikala said.
“What’s wrong?” Mason asked.
“Absolutely nothing,” she whispered.
“So why am I just standing here?” he grumbled.
The way he was standing with the light at his back, outlined his statuesque form. His arms were crossed at his chest and as her eyes came to his lean waist and slender manly oblique’s she licked her lips. She heard him snicker and furrowed her brows.
“What?”
“I can see you from the windows light,” he said. “You’re so beautiful when your checking me out, finished yet?”
“Not quite,” Mikala giggled. “Give me a minute.”
Mikala’s eyes honed in on the bulbous head of his cock and cleanly shaved scrotum hanging perfectly centered between his thighs. He was impressively large seeing as he wasn’t aroused yet and Mikala let out a heavily exaggerated sigh dropping her lip into a pout.
“What’s that for?” he asked, with a laugh.
“You’re not hard for me,” she whispered, rising to her knees, allowing the comforter to slide off of her breasts as Mason watched her kneading them. She smiled knowing the effect she was having on him as he rose valiantly to the occasion and stepped closer.
“Much better,” Mikala breathed, before swirling her tongue around the head of his cock and sucking him into her mouth.
Mason groaned and placed his hand gently against her cheek as she slid her mouth along his shaft, he smiled into her watching eyes. Mikala pulled back running her bottom teeth along his thick vein and he grit his teeth with a growl. “Play nice, baby.” he warned, grabbing onto the hair at the nape of her neck and lightly tugging as she giggled and he pulled her away.
“Feeling Naughty, baby?” he asked, lifting her from the floor onto the bed like a ragdoll.
He splayed her legs wide and dove in face first as she laughed slapping her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. He growled from deep in his chest as he slurped violently through her folds and she writhed beneath him. Mikala clamped her hands over his ears and held him tight as her orgasm exploded over his warm mouth and he hummed his delight.
Latching onto her hips he flipped her onto her stomach and laid his full weight on her as he nipped at her neck and ear. His hands roved over her smooth skin down her sides and back again, as he growled into her ear pressing his manhood between the cleft of her ass.
“Can you be real quiet, baby?” he murmured, into her ear.
“Maybe,” she said, arching her back and forcing her rear end to cause friction along his shaft. “I don’t really give a shit if Landon hears us or not, let him.”
Mason wiggled his brow and laughed. “A bit horny tonight baby?”
“A lot horny tonight, I need to feel you inside me,” she purred, wiggling her hips with a smile as her arm came back, wrapping around his neck. “Light me up, sunshine.”
“Fuck, what you do to me,” Mason said, reaching into the drawer, sitting up long enough to slide a condom on and pop the top on a bottle of lube. Mikala stilled with a gasp as Mason poured a small amount along the crevice of her ass and rubbed his thumb around her puckered entrance.
“Mason,” she cried, as the tip of his thumb pushed to her opening and gently slipped in and out as she heated up beneath him.
“Relax, remember how good it feels when you relax and go with it,” he huffed in her ear, until the tension subsided as he spread her wider and heard her moans.
He fed the head of his cock into her tight opening and stilled so she could adjust to the size of him. As he pushed in farther Mikala let out a cry and Mason put his hand over her mouth continuing to rock his hips, moving deeper with each slow stroke.
Mikala knew Mason had stamina to last for hours, but when they had anal, he was unpredictable and much rougher. This time she was amazed at how intentionally slow he paced himself as his hips twisted and he glided in and out of her, lost in a lazy haze.
“Mason, you’re killing me.”
“Am I hurting you, baby?” he stilled holding his breath.
“My back,”
“Sorry, baby, let me fix that for you,” he said, rolling his arm under her waist and situating their bodies so as to lock them together on their sides. Lifting her leg over his hip, he opened her wide and continued his pursuit to ecstasy.
As he sucked a nipple into his mouth, her arm wrapped back around his head and she stroked his hair in a pattern to match his fingers stroking through her folds, teasing her clit.
“So close,” Mikala said, Mason immediately stopped, causing her to cry out, “No, no, no...”
“Oh baby, I want to see those beautiful eyes when you cum.” Mason rolled her to her back and disposed of the condom.
Nestled between her thighs he hovered for a few breathless moments above her on outstretched arms, before slowly submerging deep inside her hot, saturated sex. Determined to maintain the same stride he had set from the beginning, Mikala was having none of it, imbedding her nails into the flesh of hi
s rear end, letting out a loud groan.
“Faster,” she said. “I think you really are trying to kill me, I’m about to go up in flames any minute.”
“Isn’t that the whole idea?” he snickered.
“I want to explode, sunshine, not melt into the sheets.”
“Let’s see what we can do about that,” he said, picking up the pace and slamming into her.
As she teetered on the edge, a tingle raced down her spine, her toes curled, her eyes widened and her mouth started to form the O that Mason knew would consist of an orgasmic scream, which could wake the dead. He put his hand over her mouth and buried her face into his neck as she cried out and her sex clamped mercilessly onto his cock. A few more strokes and Mason’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he let out a guttural moan, joining her in orgasm heaven, totally sated.
“Self-defense ladies, is no joke!” Landon scolded.
As a means of keeping Mikala occupied with anything other than Pulse, Landon invited her and Eden to join him for a crash course in kicking ass, and doing it well.
Eden and Mikala stood in sweats and sneakers with their hair tied back and not a lick of make-up. They giggled like school girls getting an eye full of the captain of the football team, dressed in cutoff sweats and a white wife beater.
Landon also enlisted a certain sexy bartender he had his sights set on to help, insisting that he needed someone closer to his own size to assist him. Carl came from the washroom with a less than happy scowl as he tugged at the string on his sweatpants. He was not looking forward to being tossed around and man handled, or being left possibly bruised and bleeding.
Made clear, he was only doing this for the girls’ sake.
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