“Now that takes talent,” Angel says, laughing as she picks up Brea’s bags and walks over to Vincent’s truck.
“That it does,” I say, following her with the rest of the luggage.
Once Vincent’s truck is loaded, Brea and Vincent walk over to us. They are hugging each other. They both have tears in their eyes, and I know they are overwhelmed with joy.
“You guys go ahead and leave, and Angel and I will stay here and entertain the guests.”
“Really, man? That would be great.”
“Yeah, it’s no problem.” We wave them off and walk back to load up Angel’s things in my car.
“It looks like you brought back more than you took.”
“I did. You should see all the shops they have there. Be careful with that box — it has potato chips in it.”
“You go to Ohio and bring back potato chips?”
“Don’t laugh; wait until you taste them.”
After the crowd dies down and Vincenzo settles up the check, we say our goodbyes.
“Have you been smoking?” Angel asks, sniffing my shirt.
“Is it that bad?” I say, trying to smell it on my shirt sleeve. “We were celebrating and Vincent was passing out cigars.”
“He was? It’s a little soon for that, isn’t it?”
“I thought so, but you should have seen how excited he was. I don’t even smoke, but I did tonight just to celebrate with him. Did you have a good trip?”
“I did. It was fun.”
“You came home early.”
“Brea wanted to get back to Vincent, and Sara and I were ready to get back to you and Donovan. I missed you.”
“It was a long three days.”
We pull up in the garage and carry Angel’s luggage into the house. She drops off her dirty clothes in the mudroom and starts to unpack her things.
I open up the box of chips, and I catch her looking at me.
“What?”
“Nothing. I just missed you.”
“Me, too.”
“Be careful with those — they are addicting.”
I take a few chips and stuff them in my mouth before heading over to where Angel stands. “I’ll be right back, Beauty. I need a shower.”
She stands on her tip toes and kisses me, then says, “Hurry up, I missed you.”
“Be back in five minutes,” I say, returning her kiss.
“Man, these are good and fresh,” I say, walking over to get another handful of potato chips.
“I told you.”
I shower and decide I need to shave. After brushing my teeth, I walk out into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my waist. Angel is standing at her dresser, with her back to me, wearing a black lace bra and matching panties.
I stop in my tracks and just watch her. I have never seen her dressed like that before. I don’t want to stare, but I can’t look away. I have seen her in her black bikini, but this is much more intimate and sexier. Her skin is tan and flawless. Her hair falls down the middle of her back in soft big curls. I know I should look away, but I don’t. She reaches behind her to reach for her bra strap, and I clear my throat.
She jumps and startles when she hears me. She doesn’t try to cover herself, and she stands a little taller.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were in here,” I say. My eyes trace down her back over her firm ass and down her long tan legs, then back up again stopping on her ass. She looks so sexy in her black lace panties that just barely cover her.
Angel turns around to look at me, “Mason, it’s fine, I….” Her eyes land on mine. She licks her lips and her eyes travel down my still wet body, over my towel to my feet and back up again until our eyes meet.
My breathing picks up, and she licks her lips again. I can see the lust in her eyes, and I know without a doubt, they look like mine. I slowly walk over to her trying to control the raging hard-on I am now sporting under the towel.
I pick her up, and she immediately wraps her long legs around my waist locking her feet behind me. I slam my mouth to hers, and she opens her mouth wide for me to enter. I kiss her like it’s the last time I will ever get to kiss her again. She wraps her fingers in my hair and pulls on it. I slowly walk her over to the bed. I just stand there; I don’t lay her on it. I dig my fingers in her ass and squeeze.
She kisses me harder than before and whispers into my mouth, “Oh, God, Please, Mason.”
I groan before lowering her to the bed.
“Angel, I want you more than I have ever wanted anything in my whole life,” I say, kissing her on her lips then her neck and behind her ear. I slide my tongue across her neck and back up to her ear and she moans louder.
“Do you want it soft and slow or hard and fast?” I whisper as I kiss the shell of her ear. She moans again and arches her back pushing her tits into my chest.
“Oh, God, yes,” she finally moans. I move my hand from her ass and slide it under her bra squeezing her tits. Her nipples instantly harden, and she throws her head into the pillow.
“Oh, Mason, that feels so good.” I roll her nipple in between my finger and thumb, and she cries out.
I move my mouth to hers again and she eagerly sucks on my tongue. Oh, she feels so good and the sounds she makes, I swear I could cum right now, just from listening to her. She slides her hand under my towel and squeezes my hard cock gently. She slides her hands up and down the length of my hard dick before she rubs her thumb across the head of my cock smearing the pre-cum around. I break away from her mouth and try to get my breathing under control. I lean into her ear and whisper, “Beauty, if you keep doing that, this will be over with before it starts.”
I grind my hard cock into her and she winches. I stop instantly and look down at her. She has a grimace on her face that she is trying to hide from me. I lean back further to get a better look at her.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she says, not looking at me.
I force myself to speak softly, “Angel, look at me.”
She reluctantly looks at me with tears in her eyes.
I carefully roll off her and hold her to my chest. I lay my chin on top of her head and close my eyes. I silently chastise myself for not giving her more time. Time — all I had to do was give her time and I couldn’t even do that.
“Beauty, I’m sorry. I wouldn’t hurt you for anything.”
“Mason, it’s not your fault and I’m sorry. You didn’t hurt me. I didn’t realize I would have flashbacks of that night.
“No, Beauty, I’m sorry. I got carried away. I hope you know I wouldn’t hurt you.”
“I know you wouldn’t. I thought I was ready.”
I can feel the warm tears fall from her eyes onto my chest. I just lie there and hold her as I stroke her hair over and over. I kiss the top of her head and tell her I love her. Soon her breathing slows, and I know she has fallen asleep. She has her small arms wrapped around me, and I can’t move. Not that I would if I could. I don’t want to be anyplace else than right here with her.
I know what I walked into the night Jim was in her cottage, but she has never came out and said exactly everything he did to her. She was naked from the waist down while lying on the bed with Jim between her legs. I flex my hand into a fist at the thought of him forcing himself on her. I swear I would kill that bastard all over again if I could.
Angel stirs, and I try to force myself to grow still. I close my eyes, willing my heart rate and breathing to slow. She looks up at me with a sad smile, and I try to give her my best smile.
“You’re still awake?” Angel asks.
“I need to turn off the lights and get dressed, Beauty.”
She rolls over so I can get up. I grab the towel to make sure it doesn’t fall from my body. I secure the towel and walk into the closet. As I return with one of my tee shirts for her to wear, she smiles and sits up on the bed.
“Arms up,” I say, holding the tee shirt out so I can slip it over her head. She does exactly as I say, and I slip the s
hirt on and carefully lower it so it covers her body.
I walk into the closet and slip on a pair of pajama bottoms before going to get us a bottle of water from the kitchen. I lock up and turn off the lights as I go. Returning to the bedroom with the water, Angel takes a big drink before I climb in bed next to her.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you stop tonight.”
“That’s all right, Beauty. I was going to have to stop anyway.” I look down at her as she wraps her arm around my stomach.
“You were? Why?”
“We didn’t have any condoms.” I say, scooting down further in the bed and pulling her closer to me.
“Oh, I didn’t think of that. I’ll put those on the grocery list for this week.”
“Sweet Dreams, Beauty.”
“Good Night, Handsome.”
Angel
Mason and I talked about us having sex and he mentioned he would like to wait awhile before we commit to that. He said he’s had sex in previous relationships and they didn’t work out. He also mentioned I was worth waiting for and he was in no hurry. He wanted to make sure I was ready.
I told him my only relationship was with Jim and we both know how that ended. I joked about us waiting until marriage and he readily agreed. I was joking, but he took it seriously.
It’s been two weeks and Mason hasn’t touched me, well, he has touched me, but not in the way I want or need. I called Sara up so we can finalize the surprise baby shower for Brea. We made arrangements for Brea’s family to come in next week for it. They will be staying at my cottage while they are in town for three days.
Sara and I share a bottle of wine on the lanai at the beach house while we decide the types of food and cake we want for the baby shower. We will have it here since Sara is in the process of moving in with Donovan.
“Ok, I’ll order the cake from Cakes and Cups and you’ll order the food from Publix,” Sara says, handing me a stack of baby invitations to start filling out.
“Ok, sounds like a plan.”
“How are you and Mason?”
“Great, we get along great. He still won’t touch me, and I am going crazy.”
“Have you talked to him about that? You know, to try to see where his head is.”
“Of course, I have. He says that he doesn’t want to rush me and he wants to make sure I’m ready. Other than the lack of sex, we have a perfect relationship.”
“He wants to make sure he’s not rushing you.”
“I know he is, and I appreciate that, but I am ready. I told him that, and yet he still eludes me in the bedroom.”
“Oh, I have it. You know what you should do?” Sara says, leaning in closer and smiling.
“No, but I’m dying to know.”
“You should start walking around in front of him in your panties and bra, wet towels, and bikinis. You know, things like that to get his blood flowing.”
“Oh, I never thought of that. He does get turned on when he accidently walks in on me. Like the time I was changing when he was in the bathroom. Why didn’t I think of that? You might just be onto something.”
“Show him what he’s missing, so to speak,” she says, laughing.
Just then Mason and Donovan walk into the house from playing golf with their Dads. Brea and Vincent are out selecting flooring, lighting, and countertops for their new house.
They both join us at the table and start drinking cold beer. We talk about their golf game, and they ask us about the baby shower. Sara and I finish getting the invitations ready.
“This time next week we’ll be throwing a surprise baby shower,” Sara excitedly says.
“And in just over four months, we’ll have a wedding then a baby or a baby then a wedding,” I add.
“Everything as we know it will be totally different when the baby gets here,” Donovan says.
“Exciting, isn’t it?” I ask, looking at Mason.
“Yes, it is.”
Mason and I walk Sara and Donovan to the door, and Mason locks up when they drive away. He kisses me and tells me he is going to shower. He heads into the guest bath, and I take this opportunity to put my plan into action.
I run a bubble bath using my cinnamon and peaches scent and lay out a sexy white lacey bra and panties on the vanity near his side of the sink, in the master bath. I am covered in bubbles, soaking in the tub when he knocks on the door.
“Come in, Mason. I’m covered.”
He walks into the bathroom and his eyes land on mine. “Um, uh, sorry. I just need to brush my teeth. I didn’t know you were, um, taking a bath. I forgot my toothbrush.”
“That’s all right, I’m covered. Go ahead,” I say as I lower my head in the water to wet my hair.
I watch him go over and reach for his toothbrush. He pauses and looks at my panties lying on the counter beside the sink.
He brushes his teeth quickly, occasionally looking over at the lingerie set lying on the counter. I can see his pajama bottoms start to tent in the front as he quickly leaves, shutting the door behind him.
Bingo! I think to myself. I hurry with my bath and walk into the bedroom wearing only the bra and panties. The bedroom door is slightly open, and I can see Mason clearly sitting on the couch drinking a beer. I decide this is a perfect spot to moisturize my body. I prop one leg up on the bed and rub the lotion into my hands before rubbing it into my legs. I want to look to see if Mason is watching, but I can feel him staring. I repeat the whole process with the other leg spending extra time rubbing the lotion into my inner thigh.
I turn around and Mason is standing at the bedroom door, rubbing his finger across his lips. He doesn’t say anything, just stands there staring at me.
“Oh good, I’m glad you’re here. Would you mind?” I ask, handing him the bottle of lotion. I turn around and pull my hair over one shoulder. He walks into the bedroom without saying anything and takes the bottle of lotion from my hands. He rubs the lotion on my back without saying a word.
Once he is done, he walks towards the bathroom.
“Where are you going?”
“I need a cold shower,” he says as he closes the door behind him.
I dress in a tee shirt and yoga pants and sit outside watching the sun set when Mason comes out to join me. He sits beside me and just watches me.
I look over at him and smile, “What?”
“Oh, I think you know exactly what.”
“I have no…”
“You have no idea what I’m talking about?” he asks. “Oh, but I think you do, Miss Perez,” he says as he leans in closer to me. He looks from one eye to the other before his eyes focus in on my lips. I suddenly feel the need to lick them.
His voice his low and husky. “Laying out your delicates beside my toothbrush, rubbing your smoking hot body with lotion in front of me, asking me to rub your back for you. Oh, I do believe you knew exactly what you were doing.”
“Mason, it’s not fair. I want to be intimate with you, and I think it’s time we make love. I told you I was ready.”
“Beauty, I want that more than anything, but not yet. I have to make sure that you’re mentally and physically able to handle it. I don’t want to hurt you. I want it to be right — perfect.”
“Mason?”
“Angel, not yet.”
“Mason, I know me and I know I’m ready.”
“Angel, Not yet — soon, Beauty, but not yet. I don’t want to hurt you.”
On Saturday, Sara and I just finish putting the last of the baby shower decorations up. The house looks great and the cake is beautiful. Cakes and Cups Bakery did a great job with the cake. It’s a pea in a pod with a tiny baby boy cuddled inside the pod. The decorations and food look amazing. Brea’s Mom, her three sisters, Mason’s Mom, Madison, Sara’s Mom, Vincent’s Mom, and Donovan’s Mom and sisters are all here. Aunt Maria couldn’t make it, but she sent a gift. She and Uncle Raúl had to work. We are waiting on Vincent to arrive with Brea. Once they get here, the guys are heading to the gun range.
Brea and Vincent pull up, and we surprise her when she opens the door. She starts to cry and hugs everyone. I know her hormones are going crazy, but I am concerned because she cries all the time. Mason told me it was normal and not to worry. I don’t like seeing her cry.
The guys all go out to dinner.
Sara starts the party with games and prizes. Brea cheers up and laughs at some of the answers and the names of the games. One a piece of paper is BREA AND VINCENT written on top. The game is to come up with baby names only using the letters in BREA and VINCENT. Some of the names are Brecent, Vinbrea, Rea, Vince, Vinee, Areea, Brea, Vina and Reant. Another game was to smell the dirty diaper and name the chocolate melted candy bar in the diaper. Everyone had a newborn diaper held up to their noses smelling chocolate candy that looked like poo. It was so funny and Brea’s sister, Sierra, wanted to taste it. After the games are over, we all eat outside and talk about Brea and Vincent’s house and the expected completion date and the upcoming wedding.
Brea opens her gifts after we eat and starts to cry again. The baby clothes are so small, and now she’s worried about caring for a baby so tiny. She is all over the place with her emotions. Four more months, and she’ll realize she had nothing to worry about.
Sara’s Mom, Brea’s Mom, and her sisters are staying for another three days. Sara’s Mom, Sylvia, and Mason’s Mom, Lilly, help with the cleanup while Brea and her family visit with each other. Everyone else is going through the gifts and sorting them out.
The guys come back, and we all help load the gifts into Vincent’s truck. When the last person leaves, Mason locks up.
“Looks like it was a huge success.”
“It was — did you see how tiny those baby clothes and diapers were?”
“Hard to believe a human being can be so small.”
“I know … it is scary.”
“They don’t stay small for very long,” Mason says.
“That’s good. Brea’s scared to death.”
“She’ll do fine; she has nothing to worry about.”
Mason and I have drinks and sandwiches on the lanai after he showers. Before the sun sets, we watch the dolphins as they feed close to shore. He sits beside me and holds my hand in his. He always holds my hand and plays with my fingers.
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