“Smart ass.” He says, showing off his gorgeous smile. “More than enough time.” He says stepping back into my personal space again. “Just one kiss Nyla.” He says changing the subject.
We stand there staring at each other in silence. Me staring at his lips, and him staring at mine. Then I allow the words to slip from my lips.
“Then kiss me.”
nine
Mason
Then kiss me.
Is what she tells me. So I will. But if only she knew how bad I wanted to do so much more. Right now I wanted to peel this fuckin' dress off, so I could kiss, suck, lick, and bite every inch of her brown skin.
Putting my hands on the sides of her face again, I look down at a pair of lips that I so badly wanted to taste. They were thick and luscious. I wonder how they would look wrapped around my dick?
I lower my head until my lips are barely touching hers.
Nyla places her palms against my stomach and
grabs a hold of my t-shirt, bunching it up between her fingers.
The feel of her tongue licking across my lower lip followed by her sucking my lip rings into her mouth causes me to fuckin' lose it.
When she releases my lip. I take the lead, and press my lips against hers, and we both moan into each other’s mouths in unison.
Slipping my tongue between her lips I become lost and dizzy. Just one taste was all it took. I stumble forcing me forward, and pushing her against my car.
I was trying to take my time with her, as if she had a notice stamped on her body that said handle with care. From what I knew about her through Caleb, I knew she wasn't like one of the many women I've a been with that fucked me the first time they met me. But in the back of my mind, I wanted her to be that kind of girl for just one night. That's how bad I wanted her.
Placing my hands on her hips I push her further back on the car. Then I run my hands up and down her thighs, gently squeezing them. She voluntarily opens her legs to accommodate me. Deepening the kiss, I lean into her and bring her lower half closer to mine so she could feel how bad I wanted her.
She turns her head, pulling her lips away from mine. Placing a kiss to her cheek, I work my kisses down to her neck.
“Mason is that your phone ringing?”
Taking my lips away from her neck. I lift my head to listen. The muffled sound of my sister’s ring tone was coming from my back pocket.
Groaning, I step away and turn my back to Nyla, I pull out my phone and answer.
“Brooke.” I answer in a calm voice. “Whoa, calm down. What happened? Is she okay? I'm down the road I'll be there shortly.”
I end my call and turn around and see Nyla on her feet, looking at me with concern on her face.
“Is everything alright?” She asks me.
“It's my grandma.” I respond jogging to the driver side.
As soon as Nyla gets in and closes her door. I floor the gas petal and speed to my grandma's house. I pull up in front of the house and put my car in park. I hop out without taking the keys out the ignition or even taking the time to close the door. I run up the stairs and rush inside.
“Brooke!” I yell looking around the house.
“In here!” She yells back in response. I follow in the direction from where her voice came, and I make my way to my grandma's room. As soon as I walk into her room, I hear the front door closing, totally forgetting that Nyla was with me.
My grandma was sitting up in her bed looking pale and exhausted, with Brooke by her side.
“What happened?”
“S-s-she started throwing up blood. I didn't know what to do.” Brooke responds while trying to stop her own crying.
“Brooke, I think it's just a side effect from my new medicine. My Oncologist said it may cause nausea.” My grandma responds in a weak voice, then starts coughing uncontrollably. She reaches over and grabs a tissue off her night stand and covers her mouth. When she's done, she looks up and looks over my shoulder. “I see we have a guest.” She continues.
I turn around and see Nyla standing in the doorway.
“I'm sorry to intrude. I'll go wait for you in the living room.” She says to me.
“Young lady wait. Mason who's this beautiful young lady that you left outside. Didn't I ever teach you any manners?” My grandma speaks up. Voice sounding stronger than before. “What's your name sweetheart?”
“Nyla.”
“Well Nyla my name is Trisha, and as you probably already know I'm Mason's grandma and this young lady next to me is his younger sister Brooke.”
“It's nice to meet both of you.” Nyla responds.
“Well I wish it was in better terms. As you can see I'm a bit under the weather.”
“I'm sorry that you're not feeling the best. I overheard you've been throwing up blood?” Nyla asked.
“Excuse me but I don't think it's any of your business. This is a family matter.” Brooke says coming to her feet.
“Brooke.” I say through gritted teeth.
“Stop you two!” My grandma interrupts while looking between the both of us. “Yes Nyla. I've been throwing up blood.” She responds in a calm voice.”
Nyla walks further into the room and takes a seat on my grandma's bed beside her. Surprising me and my sister.
Reaching her hand out, Nyla places her hand on my grandma's head. “What kind of medicine are you on?”
“So she thinks she's a fuckin' doctor now?” Brooke asks under her breath.
“Miss Trisha I'm not a doctor but I'm currently in school to become one.” Nyla responds, answering Brooke's question indirectly. “Does your stomach hurt?”
“Nyla sweetheart. My whole body hurts.”
I stand there watching my grandma share personal information with someone she didn't even know. A complete stranger.
“Again I'm not a doctor yet, but I do come from a family of doctors, and of course I pay attention in class.” Nyla says.
Both she and my grandma share a laugh, causing my grandma to cough a little.
“But I think the medicine your Oncologist has recently put you on has upset your stomach. You could have a stomach ulcer or it could just be a new symptom you're experiencing from your treatments. All you can do right now is rest. Make an appointment with your doctor tomorrow to be on the safe side.”
“I will do that Doctor Nyla.” Grandma responds. “It was a pleasure meeting you young lady.”
“Take care of yourself Trisha.” Nyla responds.
Nyla stands and comes and stands beside me. “Your grandma could use some rest. If you want I can call a taxi to come and get me, so you don't have to leave.”
“I'll be alright now will everyone please leave so I can rest.” Grandma says in a sleepy voice.
Taking that as our cue. We leave my grandma alone to rest.
We make our way into the living room.
“I don't think my nerves can handle this Mason. I've never seen grandma this sick before.” Brooke says plopping down on the worn out love seat. Looking exhausted.
“Like ma said. It's probably her new medicine.” I say trying to figure out who I was trying to convince. The type of cancer she has and the stage she was in we knew she would possibly get worse.
“Brooke, why don't you go lay down and get some rest. With ma resting now, there's no reason for you to be up worrying, plus you have class tomorrow.”
“Alright big bro I'm going.” She responds with a yawn.
“I'm heading home. Call me if anything changes.”
“Of course. And Nyla I'm sorry for how I acted in there.”
“I'm sure I would have responded the same way.” Nyla responds. Giving Brooke a gentle smile.
Brooke comes to her feet, and smiles in her direction. “Well good night you two. And Mason.”
“Yeah?”
“You may want to keep her around.” Brooke responds.
“Mind your business Brooke.”
“I'm just saying.” She says walking away.
Shakin
g my head to myself I turn my attention to Nyla.
“Are you ready?”
Nodding her head yes. We walk outside and get back into the car. The ride back to the house was quiet. Which I was grateful for because I really didn't want to discuss my grandma. Only a few people knew about my grandma's cancer, and I wanted to keep it that way. It was already tough enough having to respond to questions about how she was doing when I already knew deep down that she didn't have much time left to be with us. A year ago when she was diagnosed with lung cancer, the doctor told her that she would only have six months to live. Boy did she prove them wrong. That goes to show you that it's not all about what the doctors tell you. What it boils down to is that the Lord will call you when it's your time. I don't attend church every Sunday like I should, but I do know that there's a God, and when it's my grandma's time. She will go home to be with Him.
After about a fifteen-minute drive, I pull up into the driveway. I put Caleb’s car in park, turn it off, and I get out and walk around to help Nyla out. Walking behind her, we make our way up to the front door. She looks through her purse and pulls out a key and opens the door. We step inside and as soon as the door closes she turns around and looks at me.
“Goodnight Mason, and thank you for taking me out to your favorite spot. It was beautiful.”
“You're welcome Nyla.” I say looking down at her beautiful face.
She reaches into her purse and pulls out her phone. “What's your number?” She asks me.
After reciting my number to her. I stand there watching her type away on her phone.
“Got it. I'll text you in a few minutes so you can save my number.” She says staring at my lips.
“Can I see you tomorrow?”
“We're living together now. Temporarily that is until I leave in two weeks, so I guess you will see me.” She smiles.
“Good night Nyla.”
Stepping forward, she stands on her tip toes and places her lips against mine. Pulling her head away, she steps back and turns around and walks down the hall to her room. She steps inside and turns around to glance at me one last time before closing the door behind her.
ten
Nyla
As soon as I close my door, I don't even cut the lights on. I place my purse on the bed and I remove my clothes. I walk over to the dresser and pull out an extra-large t-shirt and throw it on.
Pulling the covers back on my bed, I get in and pull the covers over my body. Grabbing my purse, I pull my phone out and I send a text to Caleb letting him know that I was home, then I send a quick one to Mason.
When I’m done, I place my phone and purse down on the night stand, I lay back against the pillow, and begin looking around my dark room at nothing in particular. My mind kept replaying tonight's events.
A light tapping noise on my door, interrupts my train of thought.
“Who is it?”
“Caleb.”
“Come in.” I say loud enough for him to hear.
He walks in and sits on my bed.
“So how was your night?” He asks me.
“Interesting.” I respond.
“Would you mind going into more detail?”
“Why didn't you tell me that Mason's grandma had cancer?”
“It's not my place to tell. What all did he tell you?”
“Not much. I accidentally found out, and then the mention of his grandma having an Oncologist was all I needed to know.”
“Did he tell you what kind of cancer?”
“No.” I say shaking my head. “It's bad enough she has it. I'm not going to ask him either. I can tell by looking at him that he's having a real tough time.” I pause for a minute, when another question comes to mind. “Does he have any other family members in the area?”
“Nyla it's not...”
“I know your position to tell? Come on Caleb!”
“This is between you and me. Do you understand?”
“Yes! Now would you tell me already!”
“Well he knows nothing about his dad, and his mom is currently serving a twenty-year jail sentence for possession of drugs and attempted murder.”
“Twenty years?”
“Yeah. Could have been longer, but she took a plea deal. She's been in and out of prison since Mason was six. Eventually DHR stepped in and his grandma was awarded custody. She adopted both him and his sister and has been raising them ever since. So you can imagine what he's going through. His grandma and sister mean the world to him. Sometimes you may hear him refer to his grandma as ma.”
“I really hate to see him and his sister go through this. I wish there was more I could do for them. I know I just met him, but I wouldn't wish this on anyone.”
“I know Nyla. That's why I know you're going to be an awesome doctor. You've always been the caring type.”
“Thanks Caleb.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He laughs. “Well thanks for texting me to let me know you made it home. I have a pretty thang waiting on me back in my room so I'm going to leave you so you can get some rest.” He says standing up from my bed. “Oh I'm having a couple of people over for a barbecue tomorrow night. Did you want to catch a movie before then?”
“Sure. That would be nice.”
“Alright. Well good night big head.”
I grab a pillow off my bed and I throw it in his direction, only to miss when he darts out the door and closing it behind him.
I lay back down, and my phone chirps alerting me that I have a text message. I grab it off the night stand, and I see a text from Mason.
Mason: I can't sleep.
I can only imagine. I think to myself before responding.
Nyla: Me either.
I lied.
Mason: How about we help each other out?
Nyla: What do you have in mind?
Mason: You'll see...
What did he mean by that?
Nyla: Mason?
Mason: I'm on my way to your room.
He's what!
I scramble out of my bed and rush into my bathroom to make sure I looked presentable. I'm running my hands through my hair when I hear my phone beep.
Mason: I'm outside your door.
Nyla: Come in.
I leave my bathroom just in time to see Mason's figure walking across my room. I walk over to the small desk in the corner to cut the light on, and see Mason standing there in a pair of gray cotton pajama pants and a black
t-shirt.
“Hey.” He says in a low voice.
“Hey. Have you checked on your grandma?”
“Yeah. Brooke said she's still asleep.”
“Good. I'm glad she's resting well.”
We stand there in silence not knowing what to do next.
“Mason why are you here?”
Before responding. I watch as his eyes trail over the length of my body. He was looking at me in a way that should make me feel uncomfortable, but instead it made me feel sexy as hell.
Lifting his eyes to mine, he walks over to me and tugs at the hem of my t-shirt. “I love this look on you.” He says with a sexy smirk on his face.
Damn he's dangerous.
“I thought we both agreed we would help each other get some sleep?” He continues.
“Actually you didn't give me a chance to agree, but that's fine. We can talk some more if you want.”
I walk around him and make my way back to my bed. I get in and slide under the covers.
With that same sexy ass smirk on his face, he removes his shirt, cuts my lamp off and joins me in my bed.
“Then let's talk.” He responds.
He fluffs up two pillows, then lays on his side looking at me.
“So you want to be a doctor?” He asks me.
“That's my plan.” I respond with a yawn.
“Doctor Nyla.” He says my name making it sound like the sexiest thing ever.
“So who in your family is in the medical field?”
“My mom.” I pause letting another yawn tak
e over. “Is an Emergency Room Nurse, my aunt is an Ob-Gyn Doctor, my uncle is a Nurse Practitioner, and my grandfather was a ER Doctor. So it kind of runs in my family.” I finish my sentence sounding exhausted.
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