Mason then reached for my legs and started pulling me toward him, while my lips were still locked on him.
I heard him say in the most sensual and dark voice, “Let me taste you.”
So I positioned myself to where his face was inches from my core. He hugged my hips to keep me still and continued his tongue assault on me.
“Shit baby, you taste so fucking good,” he told me.
I tried to control my body’s reaction to him, but I couldn’t. He undid me.
“I need to be inside you, baby.”
I turned around to where our lips instantly connected, and he easily entered me.
“Fuck me baby,” he asked in an almost pleading voice, and I did.
I kept my eyes on him as I moved up and down, pulling my hips towards him each and every time I came down on him. I moved slowly at first. Then I moved faster, until I felt both of our releases coming.
“That’s it, baby… Ho-ly shit,” he growled.
We both moved our hips, as we pleasured each other. We came together, and I fell on his chest. I was spent after bringing myself to multiple orgasms before we both went over the edge. The next thing I knew, he flipped me over to where his body was on top of mine. His hips withdrew, and he then plunged forward…rolling to drag pressure against me.
“I’m not done with you yet…You’re still mine?”
“You know I am,” I said, breathless as I felt another orgasm careening its way through me.
“You’re fucking right. You belong to me, baby, and not to anyone else. You feel so good, baby; like heaven.”
We spent the next few hours making love until we passed out still connected to each other.
I stirred to feeling fingers caressing my face. I smiled, stretched, and then opened my eyes. Mason was sitting next to me. I sat up still smiling, until I noticed he was dressed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him.
“I have to go,” he told me simply.
“Go where, Mason? I don’t understand,” I lied, because I knew exactly where he was going.
“Roland called me. He got the Intel that we needed. I have to go.”
I nodded my head. “I know you do. But can you promise me you’ll come back to me?”
Mason shook his head. “Maxine, I can’t…” he started, but I didn’t let him finish.
“No, Mason. You listen to me.” I crawled out of the bed and climbed on his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Don’t you let go of me, you understand? Let me help you get through this, okay? I’m so much stronger than you think. Baby, please promise me you’ll come back to me. Don’t let go of me…of us…please.”
He wouldn’t say anything to me. He wouldn’t even look at me, and I felt like I was losing him already.
“Mason, baby, look at me, please.” I waited until his blue eyes fell on mine. “I love you so much, and, damn it, I can’t live without you. I just don’t work without you, okay? You belong to me and I belong to you. We’re getting married, remember? You said ‘yes.’”
I rubbed his face, my hands going over the stubble on his cheek. Tears were falling down my face now, but I never removed my eyes from his. I wanted him to feel how much I needed him…how much I loved him. I needed to let him know everything.
“Just let me take care of you this one time, okay? I promise to give you your job back. Just don’t let go of me… Promise me, Mason.”
Mason leaned his forehead on mine. I felt the drops of wetness from his eyes on my thighs.
“I don’t know if I can, Max,” he whispered.
“Yes, you can. Let me help you.”
I moved his face so that his eyes were back on mine. I saw that they were now red and moist. I caressed his cheeks softly, ran my hands through his hair, and touched as much of him as I could.
“I’ll be home waiting for you. I’m yours, baby. If you want me, I’m all yours. Promise me you’ll come back. I’m all yours.”
I lightly pressed my lips to his, and I repeated that I was his. Finally, I felt the resolve in him. He touched my face and deepened the kiss.
When he parted, he whispered, “And I’m yours.”
“Then promise me.”
He still wouldn’t say the words, and I felt myself start to lose it. My breathing started to accelerate. It felt like the day Bunny’s brother was trying to come and get me…or the other times.
“Oh, God… Mason, please.”
I couldn’t stop the shudders that racked my body. I put my head in my hands and cried.
“Okay, baby,” Mason finally answered. “Please stop crying. Okay, I promise… I promise.”
He pulled me into a tight hug, as I rested my face in the crock of his neck. I inhaled him deeply, as I tried to control myself. He kept telling me over and over again that he promised. I wanted to believe him. I did, but my heart and my body felt I would never see him again. So I couldn’t stop crying.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I promise.”
He lay back in the bed and brought me with him. He lay on his side and continued to hold me until I finally got quiet. He kissed my forehead. He caressed my back, my legs, and my arms as if he was also feeling me for the last time. I finally moved away from him and looked up at the ceiling. We didn’t speak for a long time, until I heard a buzzing sound from his pocket.
He removed his phone and answered gruffly, “Reap.”
My heart stopped, and my stomach churned at the sound of his SEAL call name.
“Yeah, I’ll be down in ten.”
He hung up the phone and caressed my stomach, but he didn’t say anything else.
I finally looked over at him.
“Please be careful.”
“I plan on it.” He leaned into me and placed a sweet kiss on my lips. “I love you, Allura.”
“I love you too, Mason.”
****
It’s been four weeks since I’ve seen or spoken to Mason. He hasn’t called, written, mailed a post card, or sent smoke signals… nothing.
I’m going out of my mind. I don’t know if he’s dead or alive, and it’s killing me slowly. I’ve been staying at his apartment every night since I got back from Miami, hoping for his return. All I do is work, go to school, and wait for him. I barely sleep because of the nightmares. I dream that he’s been dead all this time, and I’d never know for sure, or that someone captured him and won’t let him go. I mean the images that arise from the depths of my imagination are unbearable. I barely eat because I keep thinking about the nightmares I have, and then my stomach gets upset.
My friends are worried sick. Lou is worried sick. But I don’t know what else to do. He promised me, and if nothing else, I only have his word to hold on to. I don’t have anyone’s number. I continue to call Mason’s cell, hoping someone would pick up the phone. But after a while, it announced that the voice-mail box was full of messages, which didn’t bode well for keeping my hope alive.
I stopped at the liquor store on my way home from class. It seemed that the times I was shit-faced were when I could sleep peacefully because my dreams never found me. So I planned to drown my sorrows tonight in hopes that maybe—just maybe—fate would be kind to me.
As I opened the door, I knew fate hated me. There standing in the dining room were features I only saw on a TV screen. I closed the door and walked further into the room, taking off my coat.
I said, “Hello, Marcus.”
“Wow, I guess you can tell us apart,” he said simply.
“Are you coming to tell me that Mason is dead?” I said, cutting to the chase.
“No. Nothing like that,” he told me, coming closer to me.
He smiled that heart-stopping way his brother does, and I almost broke down.
“So you’re saying he’s alive?”
I looked into his eyes, hoping to get some type of solace from them, but I didn’t. I started to feel regret.
“Well, I wouldn’t say that either. But he’s breathing. Look…um…I’m sorry to come here like this,
but he wanted me to give you this.”
I looked at the envelope in Marc’s hand, and I recognized Mason’s handwriting. He simply wrote “Allura” on the outside, and I knew what was in that envelope. I didn’t want it. I shook my head. When he saw I wasn’t reaching for it, he placed it on the island next to me.
“He wanted me to tell you that this place is yours.”
I started to get angry.
“I don’t want this place. Does he think he can buy me?”
“No. I don’t think he’s trying to buy you, Allura.”
“My name is Max, and I don’t want this.”
He put his hands up, seeing that I was getting agitated.
“Okay, Max.”
I shook my head and held on the counter to steady myself.
“I can’t believe this. He’s going back on his word…that son of a bitch.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah well…” I grabbed the envelope, ripped it into as many pieces as I could, and handed it back to him. “You can tell him that if he doesn’t have the balls to tell me that he doesn’t want me in person, then fuck him! Thank you very much!”
I placed his keys on the counter and put my coat on.
“Wait, Max,” Marcus started, but I put my hand up to stop him.
I took a deep breath and spat, “Please! There’s no need, really. I was dumb enough to fall for someone I knew never really wanted me. I mean, look at me; why would he be happy with someone like me, right? And today it is crystal clear that’s the case.”
I looked into Marcus’ eyes. He looked so much like Mason. I wanted it to be him standing in front of me; not Marc. I felt the tears starting to fall.
I said softly, “I miss him so much, Marcus.”
“I’m sorry, Maxine. I really am. For what it’s worth, you were the best thing my brother could have ever hoped and dreamed for. He’s going through some shit right now. I wish I could tell you things will be different in time, but I don’t really know if it will. Just remember the last things he said to you and hold on to that for as long as you can. I know whatever he said to you, he meant every word.”
I smiled weakly.
“Oh for it to be that simple.”
He smiled at me.
“I know.”
I turned to walk away.
But before I opened the door, I looked to my left and glanced at Marcus and asked, “Did he accomplish what he set out to do?”
“Well, he never really said. But you know him probably better than I do. I’m sure you could better answer that than I can.”
I grunted and said softly, “I wish that were true.”
I walked out of the apartment and never looked back.
Chapter 15
Mason
“Listen Jack, I don’t really care how you get the son of a bitch to sign the papers. That’s your job. You brought this to me saying you had everything wrapped up. But clearly you don’t. No, I’m not going up on shit. If he wants to sell, then you have my offer. Other than that, I’m done.”
I hung up. ‘Fucking idiot.’
I saw the door to my office open, and in walked my better half. My brother had this disappointed look on his face, and I wondered what the hell did I do now?
I’ve been home for two weeks now, and it’s taken a while for me to get used to all the changes. I’ve been through three secretaries so far. Seems they can’t handle my bluntness and impatience. I really don’t have time for the niceties. I just need someone competent enough to do what I ask; simple as that. My brother said I intimated people. Well, too fucking bad. They need to grow a set, if you ask me.
Anyway, I watched my brother claim a seat in front of me. But he didn’t speak. He just looked at me.
So, instead of trying to figure out why his panties were in a knot, I asked, “How was Philly?”
Marc went out to smooth over some investors that he claims I rubbed the wrong way. He knows damn well that I couldn’t care less about some old, over-privileged ass-wipe with so much money they don’t know what to do with it, but when you tell them how to make more, they question your judgment. So he told me he needed to go make nice and hoped he was able to fix the damage I was causing with my rudeness or, the way he called it, “my fucked up attitude.”
“Uneventful,” he replied.
I watched my brother’s eyes, and I sighed.
‘Motherfucker.’
“You went to go see her, didn’t you?”
I had given Marc strict instructions to stop by my place, grab a few things, and leave a letter for Max on the island for her to read. He wasn’t supposed to be there when she got home. But leave it up to my brother to fuck this up.
“Well, hell, bro. What did you expect? She is living there…or was living there. Nice place, by the way.”
I frowned.
“Wait, what do you mean she ‘was’ living there?”
“Oh yeah. She gave me these for you. She told me to tell you ‘fuck you very much.’”
He placed before me a set of keys that I gave her with a figure of Rocky on the keychain, and an envelope that apparently has been ripped up multiple times.
I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair.
“This is so fucked up.”
“You fucked up, bro. I mean, from what I could tell and from the little that I talked to her, you fucked up badly.”
“I know I fucked up. You don’t have to remind me. I had to do it. I couldn’t go back there.”
“So what? Instead you break her heart?”
My eyes narrowed on my brother.
“I didn’t break her heart.”
“Are you joking? I may have seen her only on the TV screen. But what I saw just a few days ago was a shell of the woman. She’s been waiting for you to come back for four weeks, and you figured you saying goodbye in a letter was all she was good for?”
I stood up.
“Marcus, you don’t understand. Okay?”
“You’re right bro, I don’t. Why don’t you explain it to me?”
I shook my head and headed to the bar that has become my go-to place when things get heavy.
“I wish I could, man. I really do.”
“Look, I get it. Okay? You have a lot of heavy shit going on. But that woman was the best thing that ever happened to you. You’re nothing without her, Mason. She deserved better than what you did to her.”
I snapped.
“Don’t you think I fucking know that,” I yelled. “Don’t you think every day I feel like the scum of the earth because I hurt her? I know I’m not shit. I know I’m waste of fucking space. But I didn’t know what else to do. There is so much shit going on in my head right now. I don’t even understand how I’m still breathing. I couldn’t come home to her like this, Marcus. I couldn’t do that to her. I love her too much.”
I took a shot of Scotch, poured myself another one, and walked back to my desk. I plopped down and stared at the keys and the letter.
“She never read it, did she?” I asked, already seeing that the envelope was never opened.
But I still wanted to ask.
“Nope.” I then heard my brother chuckle. “You put a check in there, didn’t you?”
I nodded.
“Yeah, the MMA amateur league sent me my winnings, and I was just sending her the money.”
He laughed.
“That’s a hellavah woman you let go.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.” I slouched further in my seat and loosened my tie. “I miss her so much, I can’t breathe half the time,” I admitted.
“Then go get that extraordinary woman, Mace.”
I shook my head and took the shot of liquid.
“She is amazing, isn’t she?” I sighed. “I don’t deserve her, bro. I don’t deserve her.”
2 years later…
Chapter 16
Mason
“Why are we here again?” I said to her.
“Because Abe is your friend, Mason, and that’s
what friends do.”
I sat on the hotel bed, watching Diane remove her clothes from the suitcase and hang them up.
I scoffed, “Yeah, since when do you care about my friends?”
She gave me a dirty look.
“I don’t care too much for Abe, I’ll admit that. Or his girlfriend for that matter. I mean, didn’t you say he was breaking up with her?”
I didn’t answer her. Diane doesn’t have a clue what happens when the heart wants something that the brain didn’t quite figure out yet. I watched her bend over and show her ass to me, which sparked my interest. I got up and came up behind her and brushed myself against her.
“Why don’t you do that later?”
I placed my hands on her hips and grinded my semi-erection on her little ass. She stood up and smacked my hand.
“Stop that. I have to get my clothes out of the suitcase. You know I hate wrinkled clothes. Besides, I’m still sore from your little shenanigans this morning.”
I laughed. “First of all, there’s nothing little about me. Secondly, I thought you liked my shenanigans. I mean you screamed your head off telling me to fuck you hard, so…”
Diane frowned. “Yeah, well, now I’m sore. So you’ll have to wait until I soak unless you’ll take your time and make love to me.”
She turned around in my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck. I moved from her and smacked her ass.
“Sorry, baby. Fast and hard; that’s my specialty.”
I went to my suitcase and pulled out my clothes to hang them up from my garment bag.
“There, I’m done. I’m going to the bar.”
I heard Diane groan behind me, but I kept walking.
“It’s only 3 p.m., Mason. Really?”
“Well, hell, I’m late then. I better get to it.”
I headed out of my room and down to the lobby to get a much-needed drink. Five hours of driving with Diane talking about this wedding was driving me to drink. Well, I’m not being completely honest; I’ve been driven to drink for far less things than wedding talk.
Yup, you heard me say it. I’m getting married. But don’t congratulate me just yet. I’m marrying for all the wrong reasons. I’m not deeply in love to where I can’t live without this woman. I’ll never open myself up to that shit again.
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