by J. L. Perry
“His phone has been turned off. He said the lawyer taking care of his dad’s estate has been harassing him. He wants him to make an appointment but Mason’s not interested, so he switched his phone off.”
“I see.”
“I knew he never really got on with his father, but I had no idea things were this bad. Honestly, I have no clue what’s going on. He’s never opened up to me about things like that.”
“I have an idea what this is all about, but it’s not really my place to say anything. Do you know much about his home life from when you were neighbours?” I ask.
“Not really. He spent a lot of time at my place. He always said his dad was an arsehole, that’s about it. I don’t think my father got on well with him either. His mum was lovely though.” Connor lets out a sigh. “I’m really worried about him. I’ve never seen him like this before. If you know something, please tell me. I want to help him but I can’t if I don’t know what’s wrong.”
Normally I would never betray somebody’s trust like this. I’m not even sure if Mason remembers telling me about his mother. Either way, I know Connor loves him as much as I do. He only wants to help and right now Mason needs all the help he can get.
After I relay everything Mason said the other night, Connor’s shocked. He said he had no idea that was going on when they lived next door to each other.
“I feel like a shitty friend for not noticing things weren’t good for him at home. I should’ve known. He was at my house first thing in the morning and wouldn’t go home until it was late.”
“You were just a kid yourself Connor. Kids don’t notice things like that.”
“I remember seeing bruises on him a lot. He’d always say he fell or got into a fight at school. Fucking hell!” His head is shaking as he cradles it in his hands.
****
Connor and I ended up talking for hours last night about Mason. We both want to help him. We love him and can’t stand to see him like this. Connor feels if we could talk him into going to the lawyer, maybe we can get some answers or, at the very least, find some evidence at the house amongst his father’s things. It’s a long shot but for now it’s all we have. I’m not sure if he’ll ever get past this if he can’t get the answers he so desperately craves.
That’s what I’m on my way to do now. I’m going to his apartment in the hope of talking to him. I’ve brought his spare key along, just in case he won’t answer the door. After my attempt to talk to him the other day, I’m not sure what to expect.
Connor came up here a little while ago and got Blake. He didn’t mention anything about my impending visit. It was our way of knowing he would be home and also alone. We can’t discuss this with Blake around.
The nerves kick in as soon as I step off the elevator. Please answer the door and talk to me. I only knock once and the door flies open. He looks surprised to see me standing there.
“Hi,” I say nervously. I hope he doesn’t tell me to go away.
“Hey.”
After our lame greeting we stand there staring into each other’s eyes. Neither of us speak. You can almost feel the electricity that flows between us. I miss him so much.
“Can I come in?” He doesn’t answer but steps aside and gestures with his hand for me to enter. Once I step inside, I stop. This is awkward.
“Here…I got this for you,” I say as I pass him the jar I’m holding. When he looks down at what’s inside a small smile tugs at his lips.
“Red jellybeans!”
“Well I wanted to get you something and since you’re a guy, I didn’t think flowers were appropriate,” I reply with a shrug. He looks down at the jellybeans again and back up at me. I get the feeling he’s shocked I did this for him.
“Well, I remembered that day Blake saved all his red jellybeans for you,” I add. My comment makes his smile grow. It’s the first real smile I’ve seen in days.
“How did you find so many red ones?”
“I spent hours running around town buying every packet I could find so I’d have enough to fill the jar.”
“You did all this just for me?”
“Why wouldn’t I? I care about you Mason.” I want to say I love you, but I can’t bring myself to say it.
“Do you?”
“Yes. A lot!” This makes him sigh heavily.
“I’m sorry about giving you the brush off the other day. I’ve got a lot of shit going on in my life at the moment. This thing going on between us doesn’t help matters. I just can’t deal with it at the moment.”
“That’s why I’m here. I want to help.”
“I appreciate it, but I’m not sure if there’s anything you can do to help.”
“I can support you if you’ll let me.”
“How?”
“By coming with you to see the lawyer to start.”
“I’m not going to see the fucking lawyer. I don’t give a shit about my old man’s estate.” He’s starting to get upset.
“Can we sit for a bit? I want to talk to you about that.”
He sighs again. “Sure. There’s nothing you can say that will change my mind though.”
I walk towards the lounge and take a seat. We’ll just see about that. I can be pretty persuasive when I want to be. Mason puts the jar of jellybeans on the table and joins me. He actually sits down beside me. I smile to myself on the inside. I don’t know why, but I thought he’d sit as far away from me as possible.
He’s staring at me again. I wish I could get inside his mind to see what he’s thinking.
****
Mason
Christ she’s beautiful. As hard as it is for me to look at her, I can’t seem to look away. I’ve missed seeing her gorgeous face. I want to reach out and touch her, but I know I can’t. She’s not here for that. It’s sweet that she thinks she can help. There’s nothing she can do though. She has no idea what’s really going on inside my head. She has no idea how fucked up my past was.
I’ve been avoiding her at every turn, but I’m so glad she’s here now. I fucking need her so much right now. Everything seems to be getting on top of me. Sure, I have Blake but he’s too little to understand what’s going on. I need her. I need her love, her comfort, her touch, her lips, her body…I need all of her. I feel like I’m drowning without her in my life.
I’m staring at her again. I can’t seem to take my eyes off her. It’s been days since I’ve really seen her. My intense gaze is making her nervous. I can tell. She’s rubbing her hands on top of her thighs as she sits there quietly. I want to reach out and grab hold of her hand. I need some kind of connection with her. I’d settle for anything right now.
Eventually she breaks the silence. “What if there is some evidence at the house or in your father’s belongings that can give you answers about your mum?”
What the fuck did she just say? How does she know about my fucking mother?
“What?” I’m taken aback by what she said. “How do you know this has anything to do with my mother?”
“You told me the other night when I came here to see if you were okay. You may not remember because you were pretty drunk, but you told me that you watched your father kill your mother.”
Fuck! I put my head in my hands as I try to take in what she just said. I can’t believe I told her that. I’ve never mentioned this to another soul. It’s a secret I’d planned to take with me to the grave.
“I think you should go.” I’m not sure why I’m pushing her away. I think I’m just shocked that she knows my dirty little secret. I’m so fucking ashamed of what I did, or rather didn’t do, that night.
I look up at her. The first thing I notice is her eyes narrowed. My feisty little Red. I want to smile but I don’t. “I’m not leaving Mason. You are going to fucking talk to me about this or so help me…”
Fuck me. I want to laugh at her. She’s so fucking adorable when she’s angry. “What are you going to do?” I know I’m playing with fire here but I can’t help it. I love riling her up. I want things
to be the way they used to be between us.
She squares her shoulders as she stares me down. God I love her so much. “Look…” She goes to say something but trails off.
“Look what?” I’m being a smartarse now, I know it.
“Okay,” she says with a sigh. “Are you going to talk to me or not?”
“No!”
“Well, maybe you were right. I should probably go.” She gets up off the lounge. No… I don’t want to talk about my parents with her, but I don’t want her to leave either.
I instinctively reach out and grab hold of her arm. She looks down at my hand holding her and then back at me. “Don’t go. I’m sorry for being a smartarse.”
She gazes down at me briefly before sighing again.
“Please, sit back down?” I plead. She continues to stand there. Fuck she can be stubborn when she wants to be. I wait for a few more seconds and when she doesn’t move I decide to take matters into my own hands. I tug gently on the arm I’m holding and pull her down onto my lap.
“Mason!” she squeals as she tries to stand back up.
“If you want me to talk, you’re going to have to sit here,” I smirk as I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her still. It feels good to hold her again.
“You are so frustrating sometimes,” she says before pausing. “Fine… If this is the only way to get you to open up then I’ll sit here.” I can’t help but smile. I really don’t want to talk about my parents but, if it means I get to have her on my lap, then I’ll do it. I have no intention of releasing my hands that are around her waist either. I want to touch her. Feel her. Even if it’s only temporary…I need this.
She shifts in my lap so she’s facing me. “Are you going to make an appointment?”
“I don’t know.”
“Mason it’s the only way. It’s a long shot, I know, but it may be the only way to find out what happened to your mum.” She’s right, I guess. I never really thought of that. My father was a smart man. A lowlife and a fucking coward, but smart. I don’t think he would’ve been stupid enough to leave evidence lying around the house. It’s worth a try though.
I did do a little investigating around the house after she first went missing, looking for clues. I found nothing. It’s not like he would have left anything in plain sight. More than likely if there was any evidence leading me to my mum, it would be in the study. I was never allowed in there. It was always locked.
“Okay. Will you come with me?”
“Of course.” She doesn’t even hesitate with her answer. It makes me smile. She reaches her hand up and softly runs it down the side of my face. “I’ll always be here for you if you need me. I hope you know that.”
It is such a sweet and sincere gesture that it brings a lump to my throat. I tighten my grip around her waist and pull her in closer to me. Her hand is resting on my jawline and her lips are mere inches away from mine. I am aching to taste her. To feel her lips on mine again.
As I gaze into her beautiful blue eyes, I’m silently pleading with her to give a sign. Anything to say if I kiss her right now she won’t freak out. I need this like my life depends on it.
When her eyes move down towards my lips that’s it. That’s the sign I was looking for. If you look at someone’s lips it means you want to kiss them right? I may have misread it but I’m going in. Her gaze moves back up to my eyes as I slowly inch my face forward. I softly brush my lips against hers. She closes her eyes briefly but doesn’t pull away, so I place my lips on hers once more.
Her lips part slightly so I pull her body flush against mine and deepen the kiss. When I slide my tongue into her mouth she lets out a sexy little moan, my cock springs to life. Oh fuck… Why did I think I’d be satisfied with a kiss? Now I want to be buried balls deep inside that heavenly pussy of hers. More…than…anything!
CHAPTER TW
ENTY-EIGHT
Jacinta
Why did I let him kiss me like this? I’ve missed his lips so much. This is not what I came up here for. I want to take things slow. God, I’m so incredibly turned on. I went nearly twenty-one years without having sex but I’m struggling after two weeks without any. I’ve missed the intimacy we once shared. I’ve tried not to think about it since we’ve been apart. Right now though, I seriously want to jump his bones.
He shifts his hands to my waist and lifts me up off his lap. Turning my body so I’m facing him, I wrap my legs around his waist. A growl comes from the back of his throat as he pulls my body flush against his. I can feel his erection pressing against my centre through the thin layer of my tights. Oh god it feels good. It’s just what I need. I need a release. I bet he does too.
I can’t go all the way with him just yet. I promised myself if we got back together I’d take it slow. Well, technically we’re not back together, but this is a good start.
I start to grind myself against him. As usual my body has a mind of its own. Mason grabs my arse and thrusts his erection against me. “Oh god,” I moan as I throw my head back. Mason starts kissing his way down my neck.
“I want you so bad, Red. I’ve fucking missed you,” he breathes against my neck in between kisses. He slides one of his hands up to cup my breast and the other hand moves down the front of my tights and into my panties.
“Oh…fuck,” he groans as he circles my clit before sliding one of his fingers inside me. “You’re so fucking wet for me. I love your fucking pussy, babe.”
It feels so good. His hands are so skilful. He adds another finger as his thumb circles my clit. “Oh God…don’t stop.”
“I have no intention of stopping,” he chuckles against my neck.
“Good,” I breathe as I throw my head back and start to fuck his fingers. I feel him smile against my skin. I’m so close. So, so close.
“Yes, that’s it babe. Fuck my fingers with your sweet pussy.” His dirty talk is turning me on even more. I love it. I slide my hand up from his shoulder and cup his face. I need his lips on mine again. I crush my lips against his as I plunge my tongue into his mouth.
He swallows my cries of ecstasy as my orgasm rocks through my body. It’s so intense I feel my whole body tremble. “Fuck yes,” he growls into my mouth as his fingers continue their assault as I ride it out. When I’m done I pull out of the kiss and smile at him.
“Wow!” is all I say. He gently removes his fingers from inside me and pulls his hand up towards his mouth. I can see my juices all over them. He gives me a wicked smile as he puts them in his mouth and sucks them.
“Mmmm. You taste just like I remember, delicious.” When he’s done he gently brushes the hair off my face. “I’ve missed being with you like this.”
“So have I,” I whisper. I need to be honest with him though. I can’t let this go any further.
“I’m not ready to go all the way. I want to be sure this is going to work before we take the next step this time. I don’t know if I could survive it again if it didn’t.”
I can tell he’s disappointed, but he says, “Fair enough. As long as I know I’m going to get you back one day, I can wait. I’ll wait forever for you Jacinta. Surely you know that by now. I lo…”
I think he was about to say he loved me, but thought better of it.
He leans forward and brushes my lips with a kiss instead. I move my hand down between us. I can feel he is still hard. I feel bad after what he just did for me.
“Let me fix you up.”
“It’s okay. Seeing you come undone and knowing it was me that did it, is enough.” I smile at him. He really is a sweetheart. It may be enough for him, but not for me. He’s been under so much stress the last few weeks. He needs this. I want to do it for him. I like pleasing him just as much as he likes pleasing me.
I move off his lap and kneel in front of him. “Honestly babe, it’s fine.”
“Shhh,” I say as I reach for the zipper of his jeans. “Let me do this for you.” He goes to say something again so I push myself up off the floor and place my lips on his. “Please, le
t me do this,” I whisper against his mouth. I slide my hand slowly up his leg and rub his cock through his jeans. He throws his head back and moans.
“I remember you once told me you liked my sweet mouth on your cock.” Did I just say that? He definitely brings out a side of me I never knew existed.
“Fuck babe. Keep talking like that and you won’t even need to put it in your sweet mouth.” I smile at him before I fall back down onto my knees. This time he lets me undo his button and zipper. He even lifts himself up off the lounge and helps me pull down his jeans and boxers.
His erection springs free. I slide my hand slowly up his leg and wrap my hand around the base. I lick my lips as I stroke it. This causes his eyes to roll back in his head as he throws his head back again and groans.
He reaches for my face and pulls me forward, crashing his lips to mine. “You’re fucking killing me here,” he says against my mouth as I feel him smile. I pull away and I lean down, rolling my tongue around the head of his cock. I’m not really experienced at this, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
When I slide him into my mouth he threads his hands through my hair. “Yes, that’s it babe. I love the way you suck my cock.” I peer up at him through my lashes. He’s watching me with a huge smile on his face. “Do you have any idea what seeing your sweet mouth wrapped around my cock does to me?” he breathes as he brushes my hair back off my face.
I take as much of him in as I can. He is way too big for me to go all the way. I stroke him with my hand while my mouth does the rest. “Fuck…yes,” he moans as he starts to pump into my mouth. “Yes…just like that.”
A few minutes later he tries to pull my head away. “I’m gonna blow babe.” I don’t move. I want to finish what I started. “Ohhh fuck,” he groans loudly as he throws his head back. I feel his warm sperm hit the back of my throat as his whole body starts to shudder. I love knowing it’s me that is doing this to him.
