by Tia Siren
The thought gave me goosebumps.
Chapter 16
Mason
It felt as if the past two days had dragged on forever. I’d vowed not to call her or text her. I didn’t want to pester her and scare her off. Instinctually, I knew to approach Lara with caution. She was gun shy. Understandable after her last failed relationship. I had to prove to her I was worth a shot. I wouldn’t fail her or mistreat her. I wanted her in my life, and I would wait if that was what she needed.
I rang the doorbell, and she immediately opened the door.
“That was fast,” I said in surprise.
She laughed. “Doorman let me know you were headed up.”
“Ah, the spy. Got it. Ready?” I asked, trying to play it cool.
Seeing her was making my palms sweaty. Seeing her in a pretty blue dress was making it even harder to keep my hands to myself.
“Yep. I’ll grab my purse.”
We headed down to the lobby, and she climbed into my car.
“I didn’t make reservations. I figured we’d wing it. What are you in the mood for?”
The words weren’t meant to be an innuendo, but my guilty conscience made them feel that way. I wanted her so badly, it was making me a little crazy. My dick was in a state of semi-erection. I wasn’t going to rush her. I couldn’t.
“Pizza?” she offered.
“Definitely. I know a great place.”
I drove to the place I had found on the outskirts of Mission Bay. It wasn’t overly trendy and reminded me a lot of an old mob hangout. It was a little kitschy, with the red checkered tablecloths and candles in the center of each table, but the food was delicious. The restaurant was family owned and had been around forever. It was one of the best-kept secrets in the city.
“Are you still a pepperoni kind of girl?” I asked, remembering the many pizzas we had shared in our youth.
She giggled. “I am, but it’s pizza. Anything works for me.”
The pizza was delivered, and once again, we found ourselves talking about anything and everything. It was easy talking to Lara. I loved hanging out with her. I didn’t feel like I had to hide anything. She knew me back when. I didn’t have to put on airs or try to hide my past.
Once our meal was finished, we decided to take a walk.
Hand in hand, we strolled through the city, talking about how much things had changed, some good and some bad. I couldn’t help but notice the time, and as much as I didn’t want to, I asked if she was ready to go home.
She was. I drove to her building, parked, and waited. Did I kiss her good night? Did I walk her to the door?
“Did you want to come in for a drink?” she asked nervously.
I looked at her and hesitated for half a second. If she was offering, I couldn’t refuse. I hadn’t pressed. This was all her.
“I’d like that,” I said, turning off the car.
I knew this could be exactly what she’d offered—a drink and nothing more. It was enough for me, I told myself. I wouldn’t risk pushing her. I had realized tonight that she was the one. I would do anything to make sure I didn’t ruin this by rushing her. I had to take my time and let her get used to the idea of me.
We rode up to the top floor in silence. I couldn’t speak. If I did, I would probably say something idiotic. When she opened the door to her home, I walked in and found myself stunned by the transformation since the last time I had been in her house.
“Wow! This looks amazing! You’ve been busy,” I said, taking in the vivid color scheme and the new furniture.
She smiled. “Yes, I have.”
I turned to tell her how nice it looked but never got the chance. She launched herself at me. My hands went around her waist, and I pulled her in close. My mouth greedily covered hers, taking all she was offering and not thinking about the potential for regret later.
Her hands were frantically pulling the shirt from my jeans. Her dress was a series of tiny buttons that were not going to be easy to undo.
“How much do you like this dress?” I asked, my mouth hovering over hers.
She told me what to do when she tugged my shirt open, sending buttons to the ground. That was all I needed to know. I yanked and felt fabric tearing under my fingers. Several of the tiny buttons dropped to the tile floor, making a little tinkling sound.
I reached up to her shoulders and pushed the dress down her arms. I managed to get it around her waist but encountered more of the stupid buttons. Another hard rip and it was loose. I pushed it over her hips and then lifted her up to straddle my waist. Her long legs wrapped around me. Her mouth went to my now bare chest and started kissing my nipples.
“Lara,” I mumbled into her mouth. I carried her to the large dining table, not knowing where her bedroom was. She was in no state of mind to answer silly questions, and I planned on feasting on her anyway. The table was the perfect place to eat.
I dropped her on the table, only then getting a glimpse of the skimpy outfit she had on. She had dressed with the intention of me seeing her. I knew that.
I ran my hand over the lacy bra that did little to contain her breasts. “This is for me?”
She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Yes.”
“I like it.”
She kissed me, nibbling on my lower lip and making me crazy with need. My hand ran down her naked back. I left her bra on.
“Lie back,” I instructed her, pulling my mouth from hers.
She hesitated and looked nervous.
“Trust me,” I said.
With one last kiss, she leaned back on her elbows, putting the matching black lace thong on full display. I ran a hand between her breasts, which were straining against the lace, and ran my other hand between her legs to feel the lace there. She was wet. I could feel it through the panties.
“Lie down,” I told her again, my voice gravelly with lust.
Once she was flat on her back, I got to work on her pussy. I pulled the lace panties down and nearly blew my wad when I laid eyes on the thin little landing strip that barely covered her opening. That was new.
I ran a finger over the area. “For me?” I asked.
Her body twitched under my touch. “Yes.”
“I like it. You’re beautiful, Lara. I want to taste you.”
I dropped to my knees at the edge of the table, my face between her legs. She shyly tried to close them, but I pushed them open wider. I reached up to spread her lips open and then dove in. Her legs closed, squeezing my head. I licked and sucked, using one hand to push her legs open again. She was quivering and mewing.
“Let it out, Lara. Let me drink you.”
“I can’t,” she wailed.
I pushed a finger in while sucking on that hard little knot that I knew would drive her over the edge. She definitely could. Her body began weeping sweet juices. I lapped it up, drawing out her orgasm as I did.
I stood between her legs and leaned over her to kiss her. I needed to feel her breasts and quickly undid her bra. She was limp on the table. I stepped out of my pants and underwear, needing to feel her around me.
“I’m going to fuck you right here on this table, Lara.”
Her eyes widened. I didn’t give her a chance to change my mind. I slid inside her. Her head went back, and her chin thrust into the air as I pushed deep. My hands massaged her tits, tweaking her nipples as I drove into her. One hard thrust pushed her back several inches, pulling me out.
She gasped and looked at me in horror. I grabbed her hips, slid her back to the edge of the table, and held her in place while I slammed into her over and over. Her head rolled back and forth against the table, her hair fanning around her. I knew she was close. Her pussy was tightening around me. I gripped her hips and rocked with lightning speed into her over and over.
She screamed as the climax took over her body. I kept pounding in. As soon as it started to wind down, I pulled her off the table and spun her around.
“Down!” I grunted, pushing her face to the table. She didn’t he
sitate and laid her torso on the table.
I pushed in, and she groaned low and deep in her throat. Reaching up, I grabbed each of her hands and put them on the table beside her body. I closed my hands over her wrists, keeping her hands pinned and her breasts pushed into the table as I rocked into her body. She pushed her ass back as she arched her butt up, taking me deeper.
“Fuck!” I yelled, not expecting the exquisite sensation to rip through my dick and spiral throughout my body. The move stole away the control I had been barely holding onto.
I released her hands and grabbed her hips and fucked her hard and fast with so much strength that the table moved.
I shouted as my orgasm slammed into me with such force, I nearly blacked out. She was moaning with her own climax, but it sounded far away. I fell onto her back, unable to stay upright another second. I gave myself a few seconds to catch my breath before I pulled out of her and stood behind her.
She lay splayed on the table, her perfect, full ass in the air. I palmed one cheek and squeezed. She groaned in response. I pulled her limp body up.
“Good?” I asked, still out of breath from the exertion.
“More than good. Amazing.”
We stood there, naked, her body pressed against me, leaning into me for support.
“I need to sit,” she said, and she plopped down on the floor. I sat beside her. When she lay down, I followed her all the way to the floor.
“You sure you’re okay?” I asked, a little concerned.
She smiled and then kissed me. “Yes.”
“Lara?”
“Hmm?”
“I think you wanted that. Am I right?” I asked, knowing the answer. She had put in some serious effort to look good for me tonight.
“I did.”
“Why did you wait so long? Make me work so hard?” I grinned.
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I wanted sex, but I wasn’t sure what I wanted from you.”
“As in you did that with someone else in mind?” I asked.
She leaned in and kissed me again. “No. It was all for you. I meant I don’t know what I want this to be. You and me. It’s unexpected.”
“Okay. So is there a you and me?”
“I don’t know. I want a baby, and I certainly don’t expect you to make that kind of commitment to me, but I need you to know it’s what I want.”
A thought crossed my mind, but I quickly pushed it away. I hadn’t used protection. Oddly enough, I knew she wasn’t ovulating now, so hopefully it would be okay. I knew she would not be happy if I were to have gotten her pregnant.
“I understand. I don’t know quite how I feel about that, but I want you, Lara. We’ll figure out the rest,” I told her, hoping the words were true.
She didn’t look convinced, but that was okay. I could work on that, especially if it meant getting to have sex with her. Her body was incredible. I could feel my dick stirring back to life.
Chapter 17
Lara
I was an idiot. He had fucked me senseless. That could be the only explanation. My brain was scrambled in the best way. I didn’t know it was possible to get your mind rattled during a rather exuberant sex session, but I was living proof that it could happen. I didn’t regret the sex, but I regretted my inability to speak like a normal human.
I had told the man—who had just gone down on me—I wanted a baby. Not only wanted, but was spending money to get one. It was going to be baby and me, and there would be no three.
I wasn’t personally familiar with the dating scene, but I was pretty sure that was still a sure-fire way to scare a man off. It wasn’t like he didn’t know, but I think hearing me say I wanted to get pregnant while in a relationship with him, but not pregnant by him, was a turn-off. He hadn’t seemed all that pleased by my revelation.
It was a very odd situation indeed.
“I’m sorry. This is a bizarre conversation to have after fabulous sex,” I said, feeling foolish.
He shrugged. “Not so weird considering how we met. I have heard a similar version of this conversation, but usually I’m wearing my white coat and looking very doctorly.”
“I want a baby. I know that sounds totally crazy, but I want a baby more than I want a man. Does that make sense?”
“It does, but I don’t think you should take the man option completely off the table. I’m a good man,” he said with a big smile. “Want me to show you how good?” he teased.
“You’re bad.” I leaned up and kissed him before resting my face on his bare chest. I couldn’t believe I was lying naked on the floor in my dining room with Mason Chambers.
I started giggling.
He groaned. “Not again.”
“Sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Every time we have sex, I end up feeling all giggly.”
“Giddy, you mean. I think I like that. It’s different, but I’m okay with different,” he said, trailing his fingers up my arm.
“Did you ever think we would be here—like this?”
“No. Never. I wanted it, but I didn’t think I would ever get the chance to be with you. I thought I had burned that bridge, blown it to bits and then bulldozed the pieces.”
I giggled again. “That’s extreme. I’m glad it happened.”
“Glad enough to see me again?”
“Yes, but I don’t want your baby.”
“Ouch. That’s kind of rough and maybe a little early to call, don’t you think?” he asked in what I hoped was a teasing manner.
I sighed. “You know what I mean. I don’t want your sperm. I don’t want to have your baby unless that was my only option. Then I would be cool with your baby. I think you would make very cute babies,” I said, realizing I was only making the situation far worse. “I should stop talking.”
He chuckled. “I get it. It would be very odd for me to take you out once and ask you to have my baby.”
I moved to stand up, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me against his chest. He cradled me against him. His arms protectively held me, making me feel secure and cared for. It was an odd sensation that I was unfamiliar with.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled against his bare chest. “I’m crazy. I have issues, and I don’t want to bring all this baggage to you. You are a good guy, Mason. I truly believe that, but I feel like I’m damaged goods. What if you get with me and realize the girl you loved back then is gone and in her place is this crazy woman with a severe case of baby fever and a biological clock that is screaming for attention?”
“You’re not crazy. We all have some baggage. Baggage is what makes us unique. It adds character. Oh, and I love babies. Hell, I made it my mission in life to bring more babies into this world. I love my job, and I love seeing the healthy babies that are born to loving parents because I was able to help them.”
He was a good guy. I knew that. I loved that he helped women like me who would otherwise never get to have a child of their own.
“You’re a good egg, Mason. Really, you are, and you seem to have your shit together. I can’t say the same. I would hate to bring you down. You are a successful doctor. How are you not married?” I blurted out.
He started laughing. His voice vibrated through his chest and moved my head up and down as he did.
“You couldn’t bring me down,” he said, squeezing me again. “And I’m not married because I never found the right woman for me. I always assumed I would know when I met her. I haven’t met her. I don’t think,” he added in a quiet voice.
I moved my hand to his chin, leaned up on my elbow, and gently kissed him. “You’ll know. I hope. I would like to say I knew when I married Mitchel, but honestly, I didn’t. I had hoped I would eventually feel that way, but I never did, and, well, you know how it ended.”
“What happened?” he asked. I debated how much to tell him, but he was a friend as well as a lover. I didn’t mind talking about my failed marriage if he was willing to listen.
“Honestly, I think it was wrong from the very beginning, but over the
past couple of years, things got worse. I wanted a baby. He always said it wasn’t the right time in our lives. Then he started to tell me I was crazy for wanting a baby when our lives were so good as they were.”
“It isn’t out of the ordinary to want children. I’ll help you get a baby, Lara, by any means necessary. We can do the artificial insemination or IVF, or, you know, there are other more natural ways to get pregnant,” he said, jerking his hips upward.
This time I pushed away from him and managed to get to my feet before he could stop me. I stood up and stared down at him, not feeling the least bit self-conscious about my nudity. “Have you lost your damn mind?”
He blinked. “What?”
I watched as he stood up, shaking my head the whole time and backing away from him. He grinned at me. It was that same goofy grin I remembered from our younger years. He could always make me laugh, even when I was mad at him. All he had to do was flash that silly grin. I knew he knew exactly what he was doing. Girls in school would practically fall at his feet when he blessed them with one of those megawatt smiles.
He snaked his arm out and pulled me into his chest again. “I was only offering a suggestion. I could save you a lot of money and countless doctor visits.”
I slapped his bare chest and headed for my bathroom. I grabbed my pajamas and slipped them on. I didn’t see him in the dining room when I came out and assumed he was in the guest bathroom. I decided I needed a drink after that. It wasn’t like I was pregnant yet and one drink wasn’t going to hurt my fertility.
I poured two glasses of wine and headed back into the living room. I had promised him a drink after all. When I returned, he was dressed.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I didn’t mean to make you mad, again. It seems to be a habit of mine.”
I handed him the glass of wine. “It’s okay, but you can’t joke around about stuff like that. Me getting pregnant is very serious business.”
“I know that, which is why I offered my services, in a very non-clinical manner.”
“Mason,” I warned.
