Mikala's Passion (Pulse Series Book 2)

by Rose, Jennifer

  “No.” Deanna said, taking the paper from Mikala and writing. He was a very bad man that did some very bad things to a lot of nice people.

  I know, I think he got off far too easy. Mikala wrote with a shaky hand.

  Deanna shook her head writing. Darling, where he’s going he’s not getting away with fuck all!

  Both Eden and Mikala looked at Deanna wide eyed. This prim and always proper a lady, would never say shit with a mouth full and she was swearing in grand style, and doing it with a smile on her face.

  “Deanna Dean, not in a million years,” Eden laughed.

  “Sorry, but that bastard…well…I’m just glad he can’t do any more harm, that’s all.”

  Mouth like a sewer, Chase would wet his pants if he heard the filth coming out of her pretty little motherly mouth. Hahaha! Mikala wrote then held up a finger while she added. Can we get the fuck out of here? Us three glamorous chicks need to get to city hall!

  Deanna looked at Eden with a do-you-think-she-knows look and Eden simply shook her head with a smile.

  ***

  An hour later, Eden directed them both to a small office where they were to get ready, Mikala still had no clue.

  Eden and Mikala sat on a small sofa, while Deanna changed in the washroom. She appeared a short time later dressed in a powder pink satin knee length dress, with a lacy over coat and matching pink satin shoes.

  You look beautiful, love the pink. Mikala wrote.

  “Thank you,” Deanna said, as she curtsied.

  Mikala covered her mouth to stifle a yawn, it was a full on I-didn’t-sleep-a-wink-last-night yawn. Her jaw cracked and a sharp pain jabbed behind her ear like a bolt of heat shooting through her head. It only lasted a few seconds but startled her. She looked to make sure the other two didn’t notice, she was safe, they were too busy perfecting Deanna’s look.

  Eden was next disappearing into the washroom to change, coming out dressed to the nines in a Jackie O style pink lacy dress and matching shoes.

  Mikala’s brows knit together, as her eyes traveled from Eden to the Deanna.

  I wish someone had told me. Mikala wrote.

  Eden swallowed, as panic started to take over. “Told you what?” she mouthed, looking to Deanna for help since it was too early for revelations.

  I brought a black dress. I’m going to stand out like a sore thumb.

  “No you’re not,” Deanna assured her, with a pat on the hand.

  Mikala lifted her eyes towards to door and then watched as Eden scurried to answer it a moment later. Had she been dreaming when she heard the soft knock at the door, or was it merely wishful thinking? She turned away and faced the mirror with her back to the room and closed her eyes. It was faint but if she concentrated hard enough, she could here soft muffled music playing from a far corner of the room.

  Was she losing her mind?

  As Eden stepped back allowing the door to open wider, Mel stepped into the room dressed all in pink and grinning like a Cheshire Cat. Mikala jumped to her feet and they collided in the center of the room. Mel held her back by the shoulders and said, “Did you miss me?”

  Sadly, the words flowed through the room but she didn’t hear them. She couldn’t help the woeful expression on her face, she was disappointed.

  “Hey, are you not happy to see me?” Mel asked. Eden scribbled Mel’s words on a paper and handed it to Mikala.

  “I am!” Mikala roared and the room filled with laughter.

  “Sorry, I forgot you can’t hear me, I have something for you,” Mel said, taking an envelope from her purse and handing it to Mikala. “From Mason,” she mouthed, cupping Mikala’s face in her hands and smiling.

  Mikala walked over to the couch, leaving the group all clad in pink, to gossip while she read her letter. She tore it open and smiled at the hand written letter, unquestionably from her man, his writing was like no one else’s.

  My Darling Mikala,

  I would be there doing this face to face, but I have been warned, there is to be no contact. I can see your face, you’re scowling, stop.

  Three weeks ago on this day, we were to be in this building saying our vows. Today you’re here and I’m here and I think it’s time we pulled our stubborn heads out of our asses and make this happen.

  Will you marry me? (Give Mel your answer before you read on)

  The knocked for six look on Mikala’s face when she looked up at the women in the room watching her with great eagerness, quickly changed to a beaming smile.

  Mel held up her hands in question waiting. “Well?”

  “Yes!” Mikala yelled.

  This time she was sure she heard her own voice, though it was as if she were standing in a tunnel, she was sure.

  Mel ran out the door, the sound of shoes on hardwood clear, Mikala turned back to the letter.

  By now, you realize you have been set up, thank Eden or blame her, either way this is officially our wedding day. You need to get dressed because I can’t wait to see you. I am waiting in room #601 so don’t be late. 3pm sharp.

  I love you, sugar!

  Mason

  The smile spread across Mikala’s glowing face couldn’t be scrubbed away with sandpaper; she was so excited she could literally explode. And this thing called the happy dance was causing her feet to nervously tap as she watched her friends break into action.

  The beautiful gown that Chase had had made for her, suddenly appeared from nowhere, as did her shoes, her bouquet and a box of tissues.

  “No tears today, you’ll ruin your make up,” Eden warned, as she pulled Mikala in for a hug.

  “I love you,” Mikala said, whisper soft.

  In a shuffle, she was scooted off to the washroom where Eden helped her dress and touched up her hair and pulled her into a hug with tears in her eyes. Mikala gave her a warning glare as she spun toilet paper from a roll on the wall, and tucked it into her hand.

  “No tears,” she said, sounding quite normal. The nasal voice was nearly gone and the sound level had decreased. Eden looked at her suspiciously before Mikala turned to look in the mirror.

  She walked into the room to ohhs and ahhs that she clearly heard. She turned to the full length mirror and closed her eyes.

  “Mel, are you ready?” Eden asked, and Mikala opened her eyes in time to see Mel stand.

  “Ready when you are, we better get Mik’s ass in gear,” Mel laughed, as she met Mikala’s eyes in the mirror. “Time to get going,” Mel mouthed exaggerated.

  Mikala nodded even though she wanted to scream, to let everyone know she could hear, not perfectly, the sounds were muffled and voices sounded like tunneled whispers, but she could hear.

  She made the gesture for a pen and paper and both Eden and Mel handed her notepads and pens.

  She wrote, give me five and headed into the small washroom. She stood listening at the door while the girls discussed how beautiful she looked and how perfect the day was going to be. She wanted to burst into the room and agree with them, to tell them how it was going to be the best day of her life, but then she got a wonderful idea.

  She wrote a message and folded the paper into a small square and tucked it into her pearl spray bouquet.

  There was music playing but it was so low it was unrecognizable. Mikala could only image it was Wagner’s Bridal March, but she had no idea and didn’t much care as she set eyes on Mason and the star struck look in his eyes, when he saw her standing in the doorway.

  The few steps it took to reach him were a blur, the words the Mayor spoke went unheard, though she was well aware of the sounds in the room, but all she saw was Mason. He was dressed in a simple black suit with a hot pink skinny tie and matching hanky peeking out from his pocket. He had a rose in his lapel made from intricately woven pearls and Mikala smiled when she saw it. He was so handsome, her heart fluttered at the sight of him. Mason put out his hand and she tucked the note into his palm.

  “What’s this, sugar?” he asked, unfolding the paper. He read it and nodded with a chuckle.


  I want you to say your vows first, seeing as I’m the bride and it’s my day. The note said.

  Mikala wanted traditional vows, anything special they needed to say, they could save for a private moment without an audience.

  “Anything for you,” Mason mouthed.

  Mikala’s eyes never left Mason’s mouth as she listened to each word.

  “I Mason take you Mikala, to be my partner in life, my one true love,” he said, and Mikala’s grin grew larger as he continued on. “What may come I will always be there. As I have given you my hand to hold, so I give you my life to keep.”

  A tear ran down her cheek, Mason reached out his hand and wiped it away. “Don’t cry, sugar,” he whispered.

  “I can’t help it, I’ve waited to hear those words for so long,” she whispered.

  Mason’s eyes widened and he grabbed her by the shoulders snuggling his cheek to hers and asked, “Baby, do you hear me?”

  “I do,” Mikala confirmed.

  “Not yet my dear, my parts not finished.” The Mayor joked.

  There were gasps from their friends and Eden touched her hand to Mikala’s arm and squeezed, her eyes cruised to the group huddled behind them and she smiled, knowing that it was taking every ounce of willpower for her friends and family to hold back on the impending hugs and kisses.

  Mason stepped back with a tear in his eye as a grin spread from ear to ear and the Mayor continued with the ceremony.

  “Take it away, Mikala,” the Mayor said, with a sweep of his hand.

  “I Mikala take you Mason, as my husband, secure in the knowledge that you will be my constant friend, my faithful partner in life, and my one true love,” she smiled into Mason’s face and then turned to the Mayor. “Can we skip all the mushy shit and move on to the I do’s?”

  “Alright, I think we can do that…Mason do you take Mikala to be your wife?” The Mayor asked, with a wink in Mikala’s direction.

  “I do.”

  “Mikala, do you take Mason to be your husband?”

  “I do, I do, I do,” Mikala said, tears welling in her eyes.

  “Do we have rings?” the Mayor asked, and watched as Mason took them from his pocket and handed his to Mikala.

  They exchanged simple platinum bands and after being instructed, shared a passion filled kiss that went on and on. The Mayor cleared his throat forcing them apart and placed his hands on their shoulders turning them to the group.

  "By the power vested in me by the State of Massachusetts, I now pronounce you husband and wife, I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Reed."

  In one mass move, they clustered together into a group hug. They were congratulated for their marriage and Mikala’s hearing and then moved in for a group photo.

  Chase’s private limo drove them all to Deanna’s home where the party awaited them.

  Mikala was flabbergasted as she stared into the backyard with lights strung from the trees, the tent for dinner and not a floral arrangement in sight. It was so close to how she envisioned it in her mind, it was perfect.

  After dinner and toasts and the first dance, Mason took Mikala by the hand and led her away to the pool where they could share a little private time. Mason removed his shoes and socks and rolled up his pant legs. Her helped Mikala out of her shoes then rolled her hold up stockings down and tucked them into his pocket with a cheeky grin.

  They sat on the pools edge with their feet dangling in the cool water and their hands clasped together in silence for the longest time. The music was playing in the distance as they enjoyed time to themselves.

  “Well Mrs. Reed,”

  “Well Mr. Reed,” Mikala giggled.

  “Was it everything you wanted it to be, sugar?” he asked.

  “And more,” she said, reaching her hand to his chin. “You’re mine and I’m yours, what more could I ask for?”

  “I have a wedding present for you,” he said, dipping his hand into his interior pocket.

  “I didn’t get you anything,” Mikala said.

  “Baby, I got the best fucking gift in the world when you married me today,” he assured her. “And knowing that you heard me say I do, that was an added bonus.”

  “Things are still a bit muffled, I’ll have to make an appointment with the specialist Monday,” Mikala said.

  “I already left a message.”

  “You take such good care of me,” Mikala said, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.

  “Here, open your present.”

  She tore open the envelope and pulled out a photograph. “It’s a house, it’s pretty.”

  “It’s our house, sugar,” he said, watching the dazed expression on her face and laughed. “It’s not huge, it needs a bit of work and the backyards a mess, but the kitchen is new and there’s a two car garage in the rear…and a hot tub.” Mason wiggled his eyebrows.

  “Does it have a bath tub?”

  “Not yet, but I know this guy who can hook us up with a hot pink claw tub…that is, if you want one?” Mason asked.

  “I love you,” Mikala said, melting her lips to his, her tongue searching along the seam until he opened to her and their tongues collided.

  He wrapped his arms around her, wrapping her in his lust as he laid her back and reached under the many layers of tulle, moving her lace panties to the side.

  “Mmm…” Mason hummed, as his finger caressed along her folds and Mikala’s nails dug into his shoulders.

  Mikala’s legs spread wider as Mason’s fingers pushed into her. “Say something filthy, husband of mine,” she pleaded.

  “Mmm…so fucking wet, I could devour you right here.”

  “Not dirty enough.” She closed her eyes, and arched her back.

  “I want to bury my face in your pussy and lick you dry,” he whispered, grinning into her face. “How’s that?” he asked, as her eyes opened and she stared up at him, her fingers stroking through his hair.

  “More,” she panted.

  “Then I want to fuck your ass until you can’t take it anymore, flip you over and fuck you more, until neither of us can see straight from all the orgasms I take from you. How does that sound, wife of mine?”

  Mikala smiled, licking her tongue across her lips, splashing her feet in the water. “Yummy.”

  “I always seem to be walking in on you two at the most inopportune times,” Landon said, turning his back to them with his hands in his pockets.

  “Not to worry Lando, just a husband trying to get it on with his new wife,” Mason laughed.

  “Terribly sorry, but your presence is required,” Landon announced, walking away. “Mr. and Mrs. Dean would like to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Reed. I’ll tell them to give you a few minutes.”

  “You do that,” Mason said, locking his eyes to Mikala’s. “Guess this is going to have to wait.”

  “I guess so, but I’m holding you to your dirty little promises, Mr. Reed,” Mikala giggled, as Mason helped her to her feet.

  “As long as you’re wearing these,” Mason took her stockings from his pocket, handing them to her and watching as she smoothed them up each leg, then slid her feet into her sparkly fuck-me shoes.

  “And those,” He pointed, sucking in an exaggerated breath. “Definitely those.”

  “You like?”

  “Rawr,” he growled.

  Everyone had gathered into an area near the band who were now playing a slow relaxed number, and stood waiting for the bride and groom.

  “Finally,” Chase said. “There’s plenty of time for that later, for now we have a surprise.”

  Mikala and Mason looked at each other and laughed. “I love surprises,” Mikala said.

  “We know you said no to a honeymoon and we’re all hoping you’ll change your minds and go on one in the near future. And…a wedding night spent at Pulse just feels like the same old, same old.”

  “Hey, it’s never the same old, same old with my wife,” Mason said, squeezing Mikala into his side.

  “That’s right!” Mika
la agreed.

  “Despite that, we’re sending you for the week to Cove Haven Resort in the Poconos, no arguments,” Chase warned.

  “But the club,” Mikala started.

  “The clubs going to be here when you get back, it’s all been taken care of, relax sweetheart.” Chase strung his arm across Mikala’s shoulder. “Seriously, Carl and Lando, me and Eden, we got this.”

  Mikala raised her hands in the air and surrendered. “You guys are too fucking much.”

  “There’s that mouth,” Chase laughed.

  “Yeah, that mouth,” Mason leaned in tipping Mikala back as if it were the end of the dance and caressed his lips to hers. “That sweet fucking mouth.”

  ***

  ~Moving day~

  The cork on the champagne burst from the mouth of the bottle and struck the ceiling with a resounding bang. Mikala’s mouth hung open as she stared at the dimpled mark that it left.

  “Fuck, I’m sorry sugar, I can fix that, a little compound and you’ll never know it happened,” he assured her.

  “I don’t fucking think so,” she said, holding out her glass, smiling as he filled it. “I want it to stay right there, as a reminder of the day we moved into our house together.”

  Exactly one month to the day since their wedding, they sat sharing a bottle of champagne from plastic glasses while sitting on stacked boxes in their new house.

  “Happy one month Anniversary baby,” Mason said, tapping his glass to hers, a very uneventful ting sounded and they laughed.

  The front door flung open and the sight of Landon struggling with Mikala’s pink monstrosity of a chair had them roaring with laughter.

  “A little help here,” Landon shouted. “This ugly thing weighs a ton.”

  “Excuse me?” Mikala asked, storming over and slapping Landon’s arm. “That’s the most wonderful make out chair there is.”

  Landon dropped it to the floor and wiped his hands on his jeans. “Gross, I wish you had told me that before I dragged it up the driveway.”

  Once the large moving van was empty and boxes and furniture were distributed to their appointed rooms, they ordered pizza and set up the kitchen table so they could eat. The advantage of owning a club meant manpower for moving and lifting was no problem. But it cost a fortune in pizza and beer to take care of them all.