Stiles seemed oblivious to the goings on in the courtroom as he mouthed a silent ‘sorry’ to Mikala and she shook her head and mouthed ‘fuck you’ back. His eyes tapered and a malicious glare curled his lips. A cold shiver ran up her spine, uncomfortable she squirmed in her seat. The last straw was the moment he blew her a kiss. Mikala leapt to her feet and ran from the room as observers gaped and gasped.
Mason was the first to burst into the hallway followed closely by Landon, he looked left then right to an empty hall, then spotted the door to the ladies room across the hall. He knocked gently before waiting a moment and walking in. Landon erected himself across the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.
Mikala was patting her face with a wet paper towel and met Mason’s eyes in the reflection of the mirror. “He’s not finished with me, Mason.”
“He was ordered to leave you alone,” Mason said, moving behind her and taking hold of her hips turning her. “He can’t hurt you anymore.”
“Twenty five years isn’t long enough, besides, do you really think he gives a shit if they add a few more years to a life sentence?” she asked, putting her arms around his neck and kissing his chin.
“Think about it baby, what can he possibly do from behind prison bars? Nothing. It’s not like he has mob connections or something. Stiles acted alone. The man is nuts, end of,” Mason said, holding her quietly. “It’s over.”
“I’m hungry,” Mikala announced.
“And I’m happy you are, since you haven’t eaten a thing in days. What say we grab Lando and head to Grillers for a huge steak dinner to celebrate?”
“Okay,” she said. “But I don’t want to celebrate this,” she circled a finger in the air. “I want to celebrate our upcoming nuptials and the fact that there’s nothing left to do.”
“Sounds perfect to me.”
***
“I’ll be up in a few minutes, I have something to take care of first,” Mikala called out to Mason, as he scaled the stairs two by two to the apartment.
“Don’t be long. I have plans for my fiancé!” Mason yelled, over the music from the club.
Mikala rapped lightly on the door and waited.
“Come in!” Landon shouted.
“Whatcha doing?” Mikala asked, glancing into the room.
“Reading, come in, what’s up?” Landon put his book aside as Mikala climbed onto his bed and settled beside him.
“You know I’ll always need you Landon, you’re one of my favorite people, and you’re my friend.”
“I know it,” he said, and looked at her confused.
“Okay, it’s just…the other day when Mason gave us shit, you said something about me not needing you anymore,” she sighed. “You’re not going anywhere are you?”
“Not today, not tomorrow or the next day that I know of,” he laughed and shouldered her. “Not anytime soon, there’s a certain bartender I have my eyes set on, remember?”
“Oh yeah, that’s right.”
“And…I plan on spending an outrageous amount of time schmoozing with said bartender at a wedding reception in two weeks.”
Mikala smiled and eagerly hugged his bicep. “About fucking time too!”
“It is time,” he agreed. “I figure by the end of the evening, Carl’s either going to admit he’s gay or I will have him seriously considering the possibility. The man doesn’t stand a chance.”
“If you need any help,” Mikala offered.
“You concentrate on marrying Mason and leave Carl to me.”
“Speaking of,” Mikala crawled from the bed, straightening herself in the mirror. “My man is waiting upstairs for his fiancé. I’ll talk to you later.”
“I’ll turn up the volume on the TV, have fun,” Landon teased, and Mikala wiggled her eyebrows smiling.
The door closed and Landon sat with his back against the padded headboard, imagining Carl wrapped in his arms while they danced at Mik and Mason’s wedding.
“Two weeks,” Landon said, to his empty room. “That’s when I flip your life upside down, Carl.”
“We call it hen night in Britain and it’s usually the night before the wedding.” Lizbeth, Eden’s new intern, shared with the girls.
Mikala had surprised Eden with an impromptu lunchtime visit to her office. She loved seeing Eden’s creative side. It made her proud to know that she had a part in Eden’s success, pushing her to stick out school and strive towards excellence. Mikala’s eyes cruised over the wall of fame, as Eden called it, in the conference room they chose to picnic in. Hung among the accumulation of awards and accolades of excellence, sat her design diploma with highest honors and a framed key to the city of Boston, which the Mayor gave her after she redesigned a treasured historical house a few years back.
“Here the night before is reserved for the rehearsal dinner,” Eden said.
Just hearing the suggestion drew Mikala back to the conversation they were having regarding the differences between weddings in the US and those in Britain. Penny’s in shoes and horseshoes in bouquets and children as attendants. It was all sounding very much like too much to Mikala. “And I’m having neither, thank you very much,” Mikala barked. “City hall, quick I do and then party time. Is it too much to ask that the bride gets her own way?”
“Are you opposed to a little fun night out with a few of the girls?” Eden snapped back.
Mikala gave her a sideways glance. “Depends on the night and what you have planned.”
“Suppose I have it all handled,” Eden grinned. “Saturday night at the VIP lounge.”
“A strip club,” Mikala smirked. “I think I may have acted a bit rash. If you as my matron of honor insist on having a…what did you call it, Lizbeth?”
“Hen night.”
“Yeah hen night, it would be very rude of me to deny you the pleasure.” Mikala laughed.
“I knew your inner slut would like the idea.”
***
“Oh god, oh god…what are you trying to do to me?” Mikala panted as her head bashed off the headboard.
Mason tucked his arm under her waist, spinning them to the other end of the bed. “I plan on leaving you good and truly fucked. You’ll be so sexually satisfied that no other man will ever look good to you.”
As he thrust into her like a wild man on steroids, she laughed and took his face in her hands. “Are you jealous, baby?”
The idea was endearing, her big burly stud was suffering from a massive case of insecurity, all because she was going out for her hen night at a strip club. The jealousy bug had sunk its fangs into Mason and she was reaping the rewards as he gave it his all, bringing her to so many orgasmic explosions she had lost count. She’d have to remember his dexterities when vulnerable. Mikala laughed at the idea of teasing him to her sexual advantage in the future. Fuck yeah!
Mason stilled. “I don’t do jealous.”
“Sunshine, you have absolutely nothing to worry about,” she said, pulling him in for a kiss. “I’m coming home to you, only you.”
He stroked back and forth slowly and between gritted teeth said, “You are mine, only mine. This pussy is going to be reminded I was here with every move you make tonight, just so you know who it belongs to.”
“I love it when you get all possessive,” she said, wrapping her legs around his waist. “It makes me horny as fuck.” She rocked her hips to match his moves, rubbing circles over his ass cheeks.
“Mine,” he growled into the side of her neck as his hands clamped onto the cheeks of her ass and he rammed into her.
“Mine, mine, all mine,” he chanted, greedily.
Mikala’s nails scraped up his back, digging into his shoulders as her orgasm drew closer, her muscles tightened around his steely shaft and she cried out, “Oh, Mason,” as her body convulsed.
“That O belongs to me, feel good baby?” he whispered into her ear. “Why don’t you stay home and we’ll play some more?”
“So good, but I’m still going.” she answered back, between sn
atched breaths.
He was acting so primal, so me Tarzan you Jane, it was kind of sweet, in an ape like way. He was truly intimidated by the idea of her going to watch other men get naked.
“I’m gonna fill you, the only dampness between these thighs will be my cum.”
He was talking vulgar, she knew without a doubt he was feeling threatened. He was overwhelmed and she needed to calm him down before he ended up going with them tonight.
“Cum for me, sunshine, light me up,” she said. “I love you, the feel of you inside me, cum for me.” She tightened as she felt him swell and heard him curse into her ear.
He saw stars in the blackness as his eyelids squeezed tight and he shot his load into her hot wet cavern. He was pleased with himself, she could tell by the smirk across his face and his heavy lidded eyes when he raised his head, leering at her.
Mikala bit into her bottom lip and grinned. “I’m taking a piece of you with me tonight, feel better Mr. Reed knowing in a way you’ll be there?”
“You know it.”
“I know I can’t wait to be your wife,” she said.
“One week from tonight, sugar.” Mason said. “I love you miss soon-to-be Mrs. Reed.”
“I like the sound of that, love you too Mr. Reed, only you.”
***
“Holy mother of all cocks,” Mikala said, as she downed the remainder of her drink, holding the glass in the air. “And I thought Mason’s was huge.”
“Don’t hold back girl,” Eden giggled, as her eyes followed the wiggling appendage dangling dangerously close to her side of the stage. “Just how large is Mase?”
Mikala held her finger to her cheek and hummed, looking from dancer to dancer on the stage. “He’d put the cop to shame.” Heavily intoxicated she was probably seeing double, perhaps triple images as she pointed straight ahead. “And the construction worker has nothing on my man’s pecker,” she said, a look of serious pride written all over her face.
“Jesus Mik, it’s a wonder you can walk at all.” Lizbeth chimed. Usually shy and refined like British royalty with a thick English accent, she was slurring her words with the tiniest bit of a common cockney accent making an appearance.
“Chase and Zorro could be brothers,” Eden giggled, as the waiter came with a tray of fresh drinks.
“No shit?” Tara and a few others said in unison, the group roared with laughter and drunken giggles.
“But,” Tara yelled, above the crowd and the music. “Does he know how to use it, doesn’t matter the size of the dong, if he doesn’t know how to make a woman scream.”
Mikala let out an enthusiastic scream as did Eden. The rest of the girls followed suit, until nearly the entire club was screaming.
“Maybe I should bring in strippers,” Mikala announced. “Once a month, what do you think?”
“I think the guys wouldn’t go for it.” Eden said, as she finished her umpteenth rum and coke signaling to the waiter for another round with a circle of her hand.
“If I said female strippers they’d be more than happy.”
“Why not both, there’s a club in Lancaster that has both, unisex I think they call it. It’s quite popular.” Lizbeth informed them.
“I’ll look into it,” Mikala said, with a determined grin. “Our girl here is hiding her naughty side, we’ll have to talk more, learn what other secrets lurk beneath that shy British exterior.”
“Oh you,” Lizbeth waved them off, turning her attention back to the stage.
“Pee break!” Mikala yelled, standing on shaky legs. “Back in five.”
“Want me to come with you?” Tara offered, when no one else took notice.
“Nope,” she giggled. “My body guard will be watching from afar.” She waved to Landon who stood with a happy smirk on his face against the back wall.
“He looks a bit too cheery given his assignment,” Tara said.
“Yes he does,” Mikala tittered. She’d save the explanation for another time and let Landon enjoy the night as much as she was.
Then she gave a wicked laugh at the idea of arranging a lap dance for Landon. Hidden off in a dark corner getting it on with a total stranger and the more she thought of that stranger being the same sex, she thrilled at the whole idea of watching Landon and Carl together. Maybe it was the amount of alcohol outweighing the blood three to one as it flowed through her veins, but she was enthralled by the notion of walking in on them in the throes of passion.
“Why are you just standing here?” Landon interrupted her day dreams.
She was feeling daring, she often referred to it as alcohol-induced-bravery. “Have a drink with me Lando?”
He gave her a suspicious frown and followed her to the end of the crowded bar. Since one lonely stool sat unoccupied Landon offered it to Mikala, assisting her to sit. One of the four bartenders leaned forward so he could hear their order. Mikala pointed to a drink with a pineapple slice and a flower wedged on the rim and Landon ordered bottled water. Once their drinks were served, Landon rested his elbows on the edge of the bar so he wouldn’t have to strain to hear her.
“What’s on your mind?”
“You and Carl, well not exactly Carl,” she tripped over her words as she burst into a fit of giggles. “What’s it like to be with a man?”
Landon seemed less than amused and a smile finally curled his lips. “You my dear are tanked.”
“You my dear,” she mimicked, waving her index finger in his face, “are avoiding my question, I want to know what it’s like.”
“You tell me,” Landon countered.
“This is getting us nowhere, let me put it another way,”
“Fire away.” Landon slid her glass to the bars edge, gesturing to the bartender to take it away.
“Why do you like boys? I mean don’t these do anything for you?” Mikala asked, pulling her t-shirt with the bride logo embellished on it to her chin, happily flashing him and at least a dozen others at the bar.
Landon laughed at her fearless show, reaching out and pulling her shirt back down. “Princess, as pretty as those are they just don’t do it for me. And as delightful as it would be for me to enlighten you as to the wild world of gay life, I’m going to pass.”
Mikala pouted and Landon tugged her bottom lip. “Back to the party Mik,”
“Only if you come over and sit with us.” She batted her eyes and stroked her hand over his taut chest, trying to act tempting.
“Again, doesn’t do a thing for me.” He winked. “Now him, he does it for me.” He pointed over to a sexy, well naked stripper.
“Let me pee first,” Mikala tugged him in the direction of the ladies room. “Wait there.”
She ran to the last stall and locked the door. When she was finished she let out a loud sigh when she discovered the toilet paper dispenser was empty. “Hello, in need of some ass wipe please,”
She heard giggles and water running and asked again, “Can I bother someone for TP or a tissue even?”
A hand reached under the door but instead of the roll she was expecting, she was handed a folded piece of paper. “Is this a joke?” she asked, opening it with a laugh.
“BOOM?”
“What the fuck?”
“Coffee,” Carl said.
“I don’t fucking want coffee, I want fucking answers.” Mason snapped.
He sat forward with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. He was frustrated because no one was coming with news, pissed because the police were giving him no answers and teetering on a razor’s edge ready to tear the waiting room to pieces. He looked up at the clock on the wall running his hand through his hair as if it would give him some form of relief.
His eyes drew to the corridor, dim and quiet at this hour, when he expected it to be rushing with frenzied urgency. It was a fucking emergency room after all. It was nothing like the TV shows, where the doctors and nurses ran from patient to patient and doctors roared out orders. It was uncomfortably serene and sterile. Even the voice through paging
system was annoyingly calm and soft spoken. He’d give anything to hear Mikala roar profanities through the halls.
“Sorry Carl.”
“No worries.” Carl patted his shoulder before walking over to look out the window.
The call had wakened Mason shortly after four and all Tara had said was something about an explosion and to get to the hospital. The police weren’t saying much more. Other than a few dozen people with minor injuries, Mikala and another woman had been closest to the blast. According to Eden, they heard a loud bang and shortly after, the club started to fill with smoke and the sprinkler system came on. They were ushered outside, it was total chaos and then Landon came out carrying Mikala and collapsed.
It was now six thirty and Mason was ready to lose it. He was aware that Chase and Eden, Carl and Tony and a few of the other girls from girls’ night out were in the room but the silence was, as they say, deafening.
Mason stared incessantly at a single spot on the floor until his vision was a blur. It wasn’t until the door handle clicked that he realized someone came into the room. Landon stood before him with a despondent look pasted on his face. There was a large bandage over his left eye and his left forearm was swathed in a thick layer of gauze. He stepped forward placing his hand on Mason’s shoulder.
Mason swatted his hand away and jumped to his feet. His hand grasped the front of Landon’s bloodied shirt, yanking him forward so they stood face to face with a few inches between them. “What the fuck happened Lando, you were supposed to protect her.”
Landon slapped his hand away. “I did everything to protect her. She went to the fucking washroom what was I supposed to do, go into the stall with her?” he ran his hand through his hair. He was riddled with regret and the what ifs. Should of, would of and could of, ripped at his heart. “If it meant Mikala could be standing here right now, I’d gladly trade places with her.”
Chase moved between them, holding his hand on Mason’s chest. “Take it easy man, this wasn’t Landon’s fault, you’re lashing out without all the facts. Take a seat until we know more.”
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