Chapter 6
Mason pulled back,eyeing Brook with peak interest. This little game they played in her family”s home proved dicey, especially since he burned with furiously unchecked passion. He”d managed for months not to bed a woman before Brook tromped into his space, wreaking havoc on any self-control he”d managed in the past. Work and the frequent music gigs made it challenging to maintain a steady relationship. So, he focused on work and music to get by. She”d manage to consume his every thought.
Their interactions and conversations were easy and steady. Mason had never been to Wisconsin or planned to visit had it not been for Brook. Now, as she sat next to him, her thigh burning a hole in his, she had the nerve to tease him. He glanced away briefly, the plate in one hand and a fork-loaded meatball in the other. Mason cleared his throat. ”Behave unless you want this trouble of mine, Sha,” he whispered softly.
Brook”s eyes danced as she attempted to maintain eye contact. Mason placed the fork back into the saucer and touched her hand. From his peripheral view, he saw people watching them. So, to lighten the mood, he smiled. ”I would never do anything to harm you. Relax. We”ll have our time later.” He picked up the fork again and took a bite of the meatball before offering what was left to Brook. Without hesitation, she took his offering. His remark erased the panic he watched in her posture. ”It”s good?”
”Of course,” she answered. Her voice dropped an octave.
Erotic thoughts formed along with the rapid growth between his legs. To adjust his mood, he stood, ”Want something to drink?” He moved before getting an answer. Mason had to lighten up. He wanted their reunion to be unrushed but still passion-fueled, with only two nights to get his full of Brook. For now, he would mingle with her family and wait patiently to have his turn. Annabelle met him at the table.
”Can I get you anything?” she smiled. Brook favored her mother, and he had to admire her for that.
“No, ma’am. I’m just getting something to drink. The food is delicious.” He held up the saucer with only a few meatballs left on it.
“Here, let me get that.” Annabelle picked up a cup and poured liquid from a punchbowl before handing him the drink. “Here you go.”
Mason happily accepted the cup and took a sip to wet his now parched throat. “Thank you. Hmm, this is really tasty.”
“It’s one of our latest brews. The young folks seemed to like it.”
”I see why; it”s really flavorsome, and I appreciate your welcome.”
”I”ve heard so much about your New Orleans and how hospitable you all are. I want to make sure you feel at home.”
“I do, and you’ll have to come down and visit.”
“Thank you, I just might take you up...”
Brook moved between them. “What are you two up to? Exactly where are you going, mother?”
”Well, honey, Mason here invited us to visit New Orleans.”
”Oh boy, not the woman who can”t stand the heat. Any temperature about seventy-five and you burn to a crisp, lady.” She took Mason”s cup and took a small sip. ”I can just see your suffering, Mom.”
”Well, I”ll go when it”s not so hot. There you go, smarty pants.”
Mason enjoyed the banter between mother and daughter, which kept his mind off the ache racing up his back. He talked with Brook”s brother, Noah, and his wife, Calli for a long while. Relief washed over him when Brook slipped a warm hand into his. ”My dear brother, may I please take my guest? It”s time to leave.”
Mason squeezed her hand. The news brought him extreme joy. While he”d enjoyed the fellowship, passion called with a vengeance. The fantasy of Brook moving beneath him kept the urge to make love to her high. He shook Noah”s hand and gave Calli a brief hug. ”It was great finally meeting you both.”
”Same here. And because I know my sister, we won”t likely see you the rest of the weekend.” He winked at Brook. ”But, listen, we hope to see you back soon. And please, take care. Until next time.”
Brook pulled him by the arm. ”Let”s say our goodbyes to my parents.”
Annabelle Meier turned on the antics. “Why so soon? You should stay here. There’s plenty of room and lots of food.”
”No, ma”am, mother. That won”t happen.” Brook pulled her mother”s hands from Mason”s arm.
”Let the children be, Annabelle,” her father, Daniel, reached for his wife. ”It was nice meeting you, son, and you”re welcome back anytime.” Mason had spent some alone time with her dad as well. Daniel asked about his intentions and Mason felt impel to be honest with the man.
At this point, Brook became the shield between him and Annabelle, using her body to separate them. He reached around to shake Daniel’s hand. “Thank you, Mr. Meier. I’ve enjoyed the fellowship.”
“Don’t be a stranger, Mason. We would love to have you come back.” Annabelle waved as they stepped away.
When they reached the car, Mason added, ”Maybe we should stay with your parents. It might be fun.”
”For who?” she countered with a raised brow. ”I can”t imagine spending a night here if you hope to get a taste of this.” She covered his mouth with a soulful kiss.
No, I couldn”t imagine that at all, he thought but didn’t respond to her comment. Instead, he opened the driver’s side door and waited until Brook sat snuggly behind the wheel.
Mason watched the dark, winding roads. He held Brook”s hands, caressing the soft palm and, on different occasions, applying small kisses on her knuckles. The seductiveness of his action caused Brook to glance over. He smiled and nodded. During the short drive to her cottage, the path with no lights reminded him of the long ride along the backway to his grandparent”s house. Brook slowed the car and made a right turn through wooded gates. Floodlights clicked on as they neared the front entry.
“We’re here!” she announced.
He looked out the side window to admire the soft lights against the brick house. He saw trimmed flowering bushes and potted flower beds even in the dark. ”It”s beautiful,” he said.
“Thanks, it was my grandmother’s house. You’ll get a better view tomorrow. Welcome.”
”Thank you, darlin”. Wait, I”ll get your door.” Unsnapping his seat belt, Mason walked around the car and opened Brook”s door. Before she could stand completely, he pulled her close, capturing lips as soft as butter. Brook relented; providing access to all those places he knew ignited a fire. Mason used probing fingers to draw her even closer, his tongue exploring until they both moaned. Even though the kiss lingered for a moment, he released her and stepped back. The mood was now set, and he reached into the car and clicked the open button for the trunk. Mason pulled the lone leather bag out, draped it over his shoulder, and slammed the trunk shut. They walked hand in hand to the short porch. Brook opened the door and stepped inside first.
Pleasantly surprised, Mason admired the flickering light in the stone fireplace, which added ambiance and warmth. After the sunset, a chill hung in the air. The first thing that came to mind while looking at the flame was the thought of making love to Brook in front of it.
“You like?”
“Yes. I think I’ve found the perfect spot for a little experimenting.” He grinned, pulling her into his embrace.
“I’m game.”
“Good.”
”But how about I show you the room, and you can shower and change?”
“Only if you join me.”
“That could be arranged,” she teased.
“Lead the way, sweetheart.”
They couldn”t get their clothes off quick enough. They walked beneath the warm spray in the spacious shower stall with some of their clothes still on. Locked in a smothering kiss because breathing longer seemed necessary, Mason pulled away long enough to drag Brook”s shirt over her head. Soaked from head to toe, Mason managed to lift Brook to meet him at their centers, and she helped the boost by wrapping slippery legs around his waist. He turned his back to the showerhead before entering her with one smooth thrust. Sounds of the water banging against the stall competed with the moans and slapping of skin as they both attempted to hold on and simultaneously enjoy the ride of their union.
One long stroke and he lost the battle, releasing essence into her warm body. Frustrated that it happened so quickly was the least of his worries. He”d not worn a condom. Mason placed her upright onto her feet, even though they both seemed unsteady. Their breathing matched, and raspy air mingled between them.
”Darlin”,” he managed, holding her face with both hands. We didn”t use protection.” Mason tried to see her expression through the steam filling the bathroom.
Brook held both wrists. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”
Her answer delightfully surprised him. They would have to talk later about the situation. ”In that case, let”s finish up. I”ve something in store for you, my love.”
They took turns lathering each other”s body. Once dried, Mason carried Brook to the bed. The covers were pulled back, so he eased her onto the cool sheets and hovered above. ”I”ve missed you very much.”
”I”ve missed you.”
Mason kissed her mouth briefly before nibbling his way down. He greeted each breast, licking the tips until they firmed. The journey continued to her navel until a whiff of her enticing fragrance reached his nose the moment Brook opened her legs. He drew a line with his tongue straight down to the hairy patch. His manhood stirred and thickened in response. Her buttock lifted from the bed, and her hips rolled slowly the moment his tongue dipped into the crevice of her center. He licked and nibbled the hardened tip a few times before he felt the shudder.
Brook”s rolling intensified as he enjoyed the sweet nectar of her ecstasy. No longer worried about a condom, Mason used the moments it took Brook to return from the orgasm to position his rise for entry. With the tip at her opening, he covered her mouth before pushing entirely inside. She lifted to meet his every stroke, even the long, deep ones. Mason set the pace, leading the dances of their interlude until he could no longer keep the rhythm. He grabbed her hips and quickened his strokes, hoping he didn”t leave Brook behind. Luckily, they met at that intersection where the worlds collided. His firm grip on her hips kept Mason from falling off the planet, per se. He held on until the trembles ended.
He rolled over, bringing Brook with him. The cool air in the room did wonders to cool him off, and quickly. ”Are you okay?” He kissed her damp forehead.
“Wonderful.” She captured his lips with a soulful kiss.
“Do we have plans for tomorrow?”
Brook nodded, ”Nothing firm. Of course, I”ll give you the grand tour, but unfortunately, there are no festivals this weekend. The Polkafest happened a few weeks ago.”
“It’s okay. I want to spend as much time with you and don’t really care to share you with anyone.”
His comment made her smile broadly. “I get more of this?” She rubbed his backside.
”For you, darlin”, anything is possible.”
”Well, I”m good for possibilities.”
“My plan is to make up for your abandonment.”
“Not my fault you live so far away. But I’m elated that you’re here. I may not let you go back.”
”Anything is possible at this point.” He shifted in the bed so that he could see her face entirely. ”Why didn”t you tell me you were on the pill?”
”Frankly, you didn”t ask, but I also tried to be careful since I didn”t know you well. You know a girl has to protect herself at all times.”
”I do, and I understand. Honestly, I didn”t mind. Things happen these days, and it”s better to be safe than sorry.”
“You’re right.”
”So, are you okay with us not using rubbers? I don”t want you to think that I wouldn”t protect you.”
”I love you, Mason. And I trust you.”
A bit surprised by her confession, he also felt relieved. The words nearly slipped a few times from him during their calls even though they confess love when she left New Orleans. Uncertainty about how things would work out since their distance meant a possible long-distance relationship. He didn”t see how to work that part out. Among the other things that kept him from a committed relationship were work and his gigs. Still, he had no reservations about how he felt about her. Mason couldn”t remember when he”d fallen for a woman like this. She wore out his thoughts daily and wanted nothing more than to have her in his arms like this every day.
”Sweetheart, I love you too,” he offered with a long, passionate kiss.
They talked until Brook drifted off. She always drifted off first. Mason took the time to admire her beautiful features. She was gorgeous, sweet, kind, and a great lover. He liked the way she gave as much during their interlude. He”d met his share of lazy lovers. Brook was not one of them. Mason stared at the ceiling before he, too, drifted off. But his rest would not last long. Brook climbed on top, meeting him at the favorite spot. “Who has time to sleep?” She covered his mouth.