Mikala's Passion (Pulse Series Book 2)

by Rose, Jennifer

  Mason’s forehead wrinkled into a debatable glare as he twisted the top off his beer and took a long draw. “Not going anywhere.”

  “So?”

  “So,” he mimed and circled her desk, dragging her to her feet and planting his ass in her chair after depositing her on the desktop.

  He rested his cheek on her knee, stroking his palm lazily up and down her calf. For a moment she was convinced that whatever demon was eating away at him was not worth disturbing and then as the heat from his touch began to cause a familiar smolder to ignite, she needed to know, needed him to tell her.

  “Mason, I’m about to speed dial Landon, you better speak.” Her hand combed through his hair as she softened up. “I won’t bite, I promise.”

  “I’ve been keeping secrets.” His head stayed glued to her lap as she continued stroking his hair. “Secrets about Ross Stiles, and his escape.”

  Mikala’s fingers tangled in his hair and she yanked his head back until their eyes met. She was unreadable as she stared into his eyes and let out a sigh. “You lied to me?”

  “I didn’t exactly lie.”

  “You didn’t exactly tell me the truth either did you?” she said, sadly.

  He explained in detail what he had hidden from her. Expecting her to go off into a rage, he stabled himself for the worst, but when she released her grasp stroking her hand over his scalp, his mouth dropped open and he flinched when she raised her hand and stroked again.

  “Why?” she tilted her head and his hand started smoothing over her calf.

  “I was scared of what the truth would do to you. I didn’t want you feeling like you had to hide anymore, it was destroying you and it was killing me to see that happening. I just wanted to see you smile again.”

  Chewing over his words, she seemed happy with what he said, happy to bring it to an end and move forward. Mikala stopped worrying the inside of her cheek and pushed the side of Mason’s face back onto her knee as she continued to stroke his hair. “I love you, Mason.”

  Jumping to his feet, he wrapped his arms around her. “I love you too, sugar, I’ll never keep another secret or tell another lie as long as I live.”

  “I know,” she whispered. “Cause if you do, I’m telling Landon.”

  Mason shook his head as he laughed. “I’m serious, I’m sorry, sugar.”

  “I know,” she smiled, “and so am I.”

  ***

  “Mase wants you in the apartment,” Carl called, across the room, where Mikala sat handing out paychecks and meticulously recording them into her journal. She gave a harrumph over her shoulder as an answer and smiled at the last employee waiting.

  “Next pay will be automatic deposit, if you have any problems let me know right away, okay?” she instructed.

  Once finished, and happy she never had to do that again, she filed everything away in her office and walked out to the bar where Carl stood scowling.

  “Mr. Reed left instructions to get your butt up those stairs, pronto!”

  The past few weeks Mason had been working directly from the club, and in doing so he took every opportunity to distract her from her duties. It was wonderful having him around but exhausting at the same time. His sexual appetite had increased tenfold since moving in and she often found him stalking her like a sex deprived adolescent, she wasn’t complaining in the least, but it did sway her from her appointed rounds. And at times it was exhausting trying to keep up.

  Today was no different as she climbed into the elevator and pressed the button. Her heart raced with anticipation as she envisioned Mason stark naked, pulling her from the elevator and having his way with her on the kitchen floor. Not a surface of the apartment or either of the clubs for that matter had not been christened in one way or another, and she was getting so used to having her underpants torn from her that she had a standing lingerie order with her favorite lingerie shop down the block.

  Quiet music played in the background of the apartment as she called out for Mason, but he didn’t answer. She noticed a pink envelope leaning against the napkin holder on the counter with her name written on it and tore it open.

  Only once you find me will you get your surprise! M

  She laughed and walked into the living room, where she found another envelope sitting on the coffee table.

  Do you need a clue? The only way to find me is up. M

  “What the fuck does that mean?” she yelled, as she walked along the hall to the bathroom, where another envelope hung taped to the mirror.

  Not in here, keep trying. M

  As she walked to the bedroom she read each clue clutched in her hand, she opened the door and cautiously walked in. This time the envelope sat on her pillow.

  Things are looking up in the next room. M

  When she opened the door to the fun-room, as Mason referred to it, she saw something she had never noticed before. There was a wooden pull-down ladder hanging open from the ceiling with an envelope taped to it.

  Come up and share the view. M

  At the top of the stairs she pushed the trap door open and Mason stood there with a huge smile on his face holding out his hand.

  “Hi.”

  “Hi, this is incredible. I had no idea this was here.”

  A pergola had been erected and covered with a plethora of tiny clear lights. Glass jars with lit candles were grouped around the perimeter and sheer fabric was draped over three of the four posts blowing elegantly in the breeze. A king size paillasse with a mass of pillows arranged at one end sat in the center of it all with rose petals scattered over the surface.

  Mikala could barely catch her breath as she took it all in. Mason dropped to his knee at her feet and held out a small black velvet box, she grabbed her heart and gasped for air.

  “I need to sit,” she said, he guided her over to the bed propping pillows behind her back.

  “Wait here.” He rose to his feet, tucked the box into his pocket and dashed off. He returned with two glasses and a bottle of pink champagne.

  “Here, drink this.” He poured her a glass and watched as she guzzled it.

  “Sugar,” he leaned on his elbow, sweeping her hair behind her ear with his other hand. “I don’t know about you, but there’s no looking back for me. You’re everything I have ever wanted and needed. My heart is bursting I love you that much, and I want to spend the rest of my life showing you what you mean to me.”

  “Oh, Mason,” she said, as she cupped his cheek with a shaky hand.

  “We’ve had ups and downs, we’ve survived terrible tragedies and had more than our fair share of psychotic moments and if we endured all that, we sure as fuck can survive a marriage.”

  He pulled her onto his lap took the little velvet box from his pocket and opened it. Mikala’s mouthed formed an O as he took the pink diamond solitaire and placed it on her finger to join her commitment ring. They looked perfect together.

  “Marry me,” he whispered. Tiny beads of perspiration forming on his upper lip, he was so nervous.

  “Yes,” she said, without a moment’s hesitation.

  She was eyeing the sparkling ring on her finger when Mason gently grasped her chin turning her to look at him. “Are you okay?” he asked, as tears streamed over her cheeks. “You crying, sugar?”

  Her knuckles brushed over her cheek and she smiled into his eyes. “I think so.”

  “We better do something about that, my woman doesn’t cry.” He forced her back into the pillows and slowly unbuttoned her blouse one by one, peppering her neck and chest with kisses as he unlatched her bra.

  “Not here, someone might come,” Mikala said, as Mason unzipped her jeans and started working them over her hips.

  His smile matched that of a Cheshire cat as he said, “Sugar, you know we both will.” He laughed.

  “I left strict instructions that we aren’t to be disturbed, so let’s get naked and do what we do best.”

  Once he had them both unsheathed, he sat back on his heels, allowing himself to enjoy the view
, he lifted her foot and gently kissed each toe as he recited ‘This little piggy’. Mikala giggled with excitement, rising onto her elbows as she anticipated what would happen when the last little piggy ventured home.

  “And this little piggy,” he sucked her baby toe between his lips and grinned wickedly as he started a trail along her foot and up her calf.

  “Went wee,”

  He kissed the underside of her knee and then the top.

  “Wee,”

  His tongue darted out to moisten his lips and then his teeth nipped at her inner thigh.

  “Wee,”

  He licked his lips seductively in circles until they glistened with saliva and Mikala laughed at his antics.

  “All the way the fuck home,” he whispered, running his tongue along her crevice and her head fell back as she let out a long gratified moan.

  “Mason, oh…don’t stop, don’t ever stop!” She cried, as his tongue teased her clit and his long slender fingers inserted magically to the very spot she needed them and gently stroked her to an explosive orgasm.

  After the third orgasm she grasped hold of Mason’s ears tugging him away, her breathing was intensely labored as she gasped for air.

  He smiled up at her with victory written all over his face. “You said don’t ever stop.”

  “I swear you can breathe through you ears, Mason Reed.”

  “I have talents you have yet to experience, Miss Santino.” He winked with a shit-eating grin and slunk along her body like a slow sleek cheetah on the prowl.

  The head of his cock brushed over her overly sensitized opening, causing them to let out a collective groan into the night sky. He pushed into her and stilled while she adjusted to his size. The rise of her hips was all the encouragement he needed as he proceeded, rocking his hips forward and clenching his jaw, completely lost in the sensation of her tight warm wetness. He was happy to admit his greed for her sex.

  “So fucking tight.”

  With her ankles locked around the back of his thighs, her fingers journeyed up his arms and over his shoulders as she hummed a beat to match his thrusts, like a private symphony all their own. The flesh on his back was lightly spackled with perspiration. Mikala drew lazy patterns along each rippling muscle and listened to his grunts and groans of pleasure. She looked into his heavily hooded eyes watching as the man above her, made love to her with every ounce of passion he possessed.

  “Straighten out your legs,” he ordered, and straddled her thighs as she did as he told her.

  His hands smoothed along her sides and under her as he clamped each hand onto the globes of her ass pinning her arms in the process, and started a dreamy smooth rhythm. She loved the full weight of him against her as he took ownership of her entire body. In this position she was trapped to his will, he was unequivocally lost in her and she relished every moment.

  “Say my name,” he growled into her ear, as the speed of each stroke increased.

  “Mason,” she purred.

  “Again,” he ordered.

  “Mason, Mason, Mason.”

  As the erotic sounds he made echoed louder into her ear, she knew by his breathlessness that he was almost there, and tightened her muscles around his cock while digging her nails into the back of his thighs.

  “Fucking hell, sugar,” he bit into her ear lobe. “I’m going to cum. Ahh…” he filled her with his seed, as his entire body vibrated with uncontrollable shockwaves. Mikala was captivated by the look of full-blown gratification on his beautiful face as he stroked the last of his release into her. There was no doubt he was in love with every inch of her, as was she with him. A euphoric smile curled her lips.

  He swiftly rolled to his back, bringing her with him, pulling the sheet covering the mattress over them both. They lay silently adoring the warmth of each other as a cool breeze suddenly blew circles around them.

  “Warm enough?” Mason asked, tucking the sheet around her back. “We should get inside where it’s warmer.”

  Mikala pushed her hand to his chest and scowled. “Not yet. I don’t want this night to end, say we can stay like this forever?”

  “Okay, sugar, but Boston winters really suck and I’m not into frostbitten body parts falling off, if you know what I mean.”

  “Five more minutes,” she urged, suddenly raising her head. “Would you be upset if I said I didn’t want a big elaborate wedding?”

  “Pfft, are you kidding?”

  “Would you be upset if I said I don’t want a wedding at all?”

  He rolled her onto her back, cradling her cheeks between his palms. “You don’t want to marry me?”

  Her eyes widened as she realized her blunder. “No, I mean yes I want to marry you. But I’d rather go to city hall with Eden and Chase and then have a really big party after, can you live with that?”

  “That I can definitely live with,” He caressed his lips against hers, parting them with his tongue and devouring her.

  The rock hard length of his cock pushed at the apex of her thighs and he groaned into her mouth as he pressed deliciously against her pubic bone. “Easy fella,” she said, pushing his shoulders back. “Keep that thought until we get inside, I’m cold.”

  “You won’t be once I get inside you.”

  “Mason.”

  “Your wish is my command.” He gave her a chaste smooch. “But hurry, I need you bad.”

  “It’s the perfect venue,” Eden assured Mikala.

  Standing in the center of the Hyatt Boston Harbor dance floor, Mikala shook her head. The room was all set up and ready for a wedding taking place the next evening, it looked spectacular. The view of the harbor was spectacular, the location was spectacular, even the color choices were spectacular.

  “This just isn’t me and Mason, it’s too much, they’re all too much.” Her shoulders sagged in defeat.

  In her mind’s eye she saw the exact venue for the reception. Outdoors with tiny fairy lights and lanterns strung everywhere, a tent with a dance floor and a live band, and a wait staff serving an obscene variety of finger foods and pink champagne. Nothing overly fancy, she wanted it simple, a day and evening for family and friends to help them celebrate their much awaited union.

  As they walked to the car, Eden latched her hand onto Mikala’s and squeezed. “I got it. I have the perfect spot, give me a few minutes.” Eden took her phone from her purse and started a tirade of texting, she chewed on the inside of her lip and Mikala laughed at her intensity.

  “Excuse me, are you Mikala Santino?” a tall dark haired man dressed in a gray business like suit with dark shaded glasses asked.

  “I am,” she answered, confused, wondering who he was and what he’d want her for.

  He handed her a long white envelope. “You’ve been served.”

  “What the fuck?”

  He raised his glasses and smiled, then darted off before she could say anything more.

  “We’re all set,” Eden said. “What’s that?”

  “Nothing,” Mikala said, slipping the envelope, unopened into her purse. “So?”

  “I found the perfect spot, you’ll love it. It’s about a ten minute drive from here. Are you up for it?”

  “Of course I am, let’s go.”

  The entire drive Mikala held her purse into her side contemplating what the letter could be until her head ached. Eden was nattering on regarding colors, flowers and caterers and Mikala was only taking in bits and pieces of what she was saying. “Better write all this down, I’ll forget it all.” She half joked.

  “Not a problem, I was a bride once; I remember all too well how nerve racking it is.”

  The car pulled up to an enormous set of iron gates and Eden leaned out her window punching in a code on a pinpad. The gates parted and as they slowly drove along a tree lined driveway, a beautiful Tudor style home came into view. Perfectly landscaped with a fountain in the center of a circular turnaround, Mikala sat taking it all in.

  “Where are we? This is beautiful.”

  “This
is Dean Manor. Chase’s mother’s home, she moved here not too long ago. But you haven’t seen anything yet, come on.”

  Once out of the car, Eden ran round and grabbed Mikala by the wrist dragging her to a double gated entrance at the side of the house. She punched a code into a keypad and the gates opened revealing an interlocked stone walkway. At the back corner of the house, Mikala grinned as she stepped out into the expanse of acres upon acres of landscaped splendor.

  “What do you think?” Eden asked, pulling her further away from the house.

  “Wow.”

  “Exactly, right?”

  “Look at the view,” Mikala said, following the landscape with her eyes, it spanned for miles until it met water. A walled hedge was the only thing blocking the view to her left side. “What’s behind there?”

  “That’s the pool, it can be available for the wedding if you like.”

  “We could put a tent there,” Eden pointed off to a huge blank carpet of green grass. “It’s nice and close to the kitchen. We can string the lights between the trees, it will be perfect. So what do you think?”

  “I think you better make sure this is okay with Mrs. Dean.”

  “Already did silly, Deanna’s stoked. She’s been looking for an excuse for a party and wants to take care of all the arrangements if you’re okay with that.”

  “Fuck yeah!” Mikala hollered. “Just one thing though. Ask her to try and keep it simple.”

  “I’ll keep her under control.” Eden winked.

  “Wait,” Mikala stopped walking. A serious warning look shrouded her face. “No flowers.”

  “What? You have to have flowers.”

  “No, no flowers. The gardens are perfect, they’re alive. Mason and I don’t believe in cut flowers.”

  Eden smiled with a nod. “Okay, no flowers. What are we going to put on the tables then?”

  “Bling baby,” Mikala laughed. “Lots and lots of bling.”

  “Let’s go in and see Deanna and go over all the details, we have time right?”

  “Sure.” Mikala followed Eden across a large patio to a set of sliding doors. She clutched her purse to her side and shook away the thought of the envelope burning a hole in the leather, and went inside.