His Number One Fan

by Wallace, Danyell

  “Jordyn I'm so sorry. I...”

  “Don't Jordyn me and you can forget about apologizing. Next time remember to call or text. Something!”

  “Okay. Okay! I'm sorry!” I respond genuinely.

  “Fine! I forgive you. So how's your trip been going?”

  “Crazy. I'm actually flying out tomorrow to Los Angeles, and I hope to be back in New York before the end of the week. So you'll be seeing me soon.”

  “Why?”

  “Have you ever heard of Rocktown Records?”

  “Girl you know I don't listen to rock.”

  “Well they want to give Wildfire a recording deal. They are really well known in the rock industry. I heard they've thought about expanding their clientele by signing other groups and solo artist that sing in different genres too. But anyway, Wildfire is leaving for Toronto soon, so if everything goes well, as I know it will. Wildfire is going to be huge.”

  “Are you fuckin' serious!” Jordyn screams on the other end, causing me to pull away from the phone.

  “Girl do you realize that your best friend is going to be a fuckin' rock star! Bitch you better make sure you get me an autograph before you leave.”

  “You've never even heard them play.”

  “Don't have to. I'll just go by what you've told me. Do you think we could get tickets to one of their shows?”

  “How did this conversation go from you going off on me for not calling, to wanting to go to a rock concert?” I say laughing. “Look I'll have to talk to you later. Mason and I are going out, so I have to finish getting ready.”

  “Who's Mason?”

  “Bye Jordyn.”

  I disconnect the call and continue getting ready. Forty minutes later I stand in front of the mirror looking at myself, making sure nothing was out of place. My hair was blown out and flat ironed straight. I was wearing a form fitting simple light gray lace sundress that reminded me of Mason's eyes, and my makeup consisted of mascara, a little foundation, and my favorite nude gloss. I slip on a pair of black wedges and I grab my small black and gray clutch off the dresser before heading out my bedroom door.

  Walking down the hall, I hear the guys laughing and talking in the living room. They were talking about how excited they were about their upcoming trip to Los Angeles and Toronto. When I step into the living room, all conversation ceases.

  “Damn girl!” Yelled Jax, Jeremy, and Evan in unison.

  Mason stands from his seat and walks towards me with a look of appreciation on his face. He was wearing a pair of dark washed out jeans, and a white button down dress shirt rolled to quarter sleeves, with a pair of all white Converse sneakers.

  “You look amazing.” He says grabbing my hand.

  “Thank you. You look really nice yourself.”

  “Thanks. Are you ready?”

  “Definitely.”

  He kisses the top of my hand and turns around and walks me to the door.

  “Bye you guys.” I wave in their directions.

  “Bye Nyla.” They say in unison again.

  “Hey Mason. Make sure you have her home at decent time.” Caleb jokes, coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of chips. “Nyla you know where to find me if he fucks up.”

  Raising his right hand in the air, Mason flips them all off before we walk out the door.

  Walking down the sidewalk I notice an all-black SUV pulled in front of the driveway, with I assumed was the driver standing beside the back door.

  “Eddie.” Mason calls the driver by name when we approach.

  “Mason.” He responds before opening the door for us. I step inside with the assistance from Mason and he climbs in after me.

  “You hired a driver?”

  “No. Caleb told me that his dad uses him from time to time, and he suggested I call him.”

  “Okay.” I respond while watching the driver get into the car.

  “Nyla.” Mason whispers in my ear.

  His lips touch the side of my neck and a shiver goes down the spine of my back.

  “You look really sexy tonight.” He says pulling away from my neck.

  “I know.” I laugh. “So where are you taking me?” I ask turning in my seat to face him.

  “You'll find out soon enough.” He responds, giving me no more details.

  Turning around in my seat I look out the window at our surroundings, trying to figure out where we’re going. Nothing was coming to mind at the moment.

  After forty-five minutes of light conversation and me grilling Mason for clues of where we were going, I finally figured it out.

  “Are we going to Caleb's families' vacation house?”

  “Yes.” He smiles at me. “I hope you don't mind, but I kind of wanted you all to myself tonight with no interruptions. So when I told Caleb what my plans were, he handed over the keys to the house with no hesitation.”

  “I don't mind at all. I use to love coming here when I was a kid during the summer. I can't believe his family still owns this property.”

  “Yeah when his dad wants to get away, he still brings Mrs. Walker out here for peace and quiet.”

  Ten minutes later, the SUV comes to a stop and the driver hops out and opens my door. Grabbing his outreached hand, he helps me out. I walk up the driveway and stop to look at the lake cabin in front of me.

  After a couple of minutes of conversation with Eddie, Mason catches up to me and leads me up the walk way to the house. With his hand at the small of my back he unlocks the door and leads me inside.

  He cuts the light switch on and the room illuminates. I look around the familiar space that currently housed updated furnishings.

  “I was thinking we could roast hotdogs and s’mores over the fire pit on the deck. Can you grab some blankets, and if you want you can head outside. I'm going to grab all the supplies I need and I will meet you out there.”

  “Okay.”

  I walk down the hall to the linen closet and I pull out two throw blankets, then I walk back down the hall stopping in the open doorway of the bedroom that Caleb and I use to share when we would visit during the summer. A king size bed now sat in the middle of the room, replacing the bunk beds that he and I would sleep in. Stepping away from the doorway, I continue down the hall, stopping briefly in the open family room leading into the kitchen.

  “Do you need any help?”

  “I think I got it.” Mason winks at me and turns back to his task at hand.

  “I'll be outside if you need me.” I call over my shoulder.

  I open the back door leading out to the deck, and I walk outside and along the stone pathway, lit up by outdoor solar lights. I Continue along the short path listening to the sounds of crickets and from time to time I would catch a glimpse of a firefly. Just the sight of them reminded of the times when me, Caleb and my dad; when my family was able to come along, would make it a contest to see who could catch the most fireflies in a jar, and by the end of the night, we would release them.

  I walk up the two steps of the deck and I toss the throw blankets on the large outdoor chaise lounge chair. I walk around the already lit fire pit and I stand resting my arms against the rail of the deck looking down at the view before me of the city of Sacramento.

  The sky was black with just a couple of specks of stars in it, and the rest of the area surrounding us was covered in various plants and trees. Standing here I now remembered why I loved being out here. It was calming.

  The sound of footsteps has me turning my gaze from the view, to Mason, who was carrying a large basket and one of Caleb's many acoustic guitars. He places the basket beside the fire pit, and sits the guitar against the chaise lounge chair. Showing me his sexy grin, he walks over to me and places his hands on either side of me, caging me in. I lean back against the rail, so I could look up at him.

  “Are you hungry?” He asks staring down at my lips.

  “Very.” I respond with a smile on my lips.

  He lowers his head and kisses my forehead and grabs my hand and we walk over to the c
haise lounge where we roast our hotdogs over the pit, while laughing and talking about all the mischief I use to get into out here.

  “I remember the time when Caleb and I were out front playing tag. I was running away from him and not paying attention to where I was going, and ran into a tree.”

  Mason starts laughing his ass off.

  “It’s not funny. My eye swelled up so big that night. I'm glad the next morning when I woke up, the swelling was gone and only a scratch was left behind. Now that I think of it, I didn't see that tree in the front.” I pause. “That's right!” I snap my fingers. “Caleb's dad had someone to come out and cut it down. I guess he felt sorry for me since I hit that tree pretty damn hard.”

  “Damn Nyla.” He says calming his laugh.

  “So what time is Eddie coming back to get us?”

  “I told him that I would call him. Why? Are you in a hurry to get back?”

  I pause and I look at him. If he only knew how bad I would love spending all my time here with him. So instead of responding, I lean forward and I kiss his lips, sliding my tongue between his slightly parted lips to get a brief taste of him, eliciting a low moan from him. I pull my lips away and I stand and gather all of our plates.

  “I'm going to take these back to the house.” I say avoiding eye contact with him.

  I quickly turn away and jog down the steps of the deck and hurry back to the house.

  Rushing through the back door of the house, I walk inside, forgetting to close the door behind me. I walk into the kitchen and place the plates into the sink. I turn the faucet on and I stand there watching the water run over the plates, while in a daze trying to get my emotions back in order.

  I continue to watch the water as it starts to fill the sink up. I didn't even hear the back door shut or realized I was no longer alone in the house, until a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist. Mason reaches out and cuts the water off before turning me around to face him. Looking down at me he begins searching my eyes with a look of concern on his gorgeous face.

  “Come on.” He says pulling me away from the sink by my hand.

  We walk into the family room, and that’s when I realize soft music was playing.

  He stops and turns around and pulls me close to his body, and wraps his arms securely around my waist, and I follow by sliding my hands up his chest, to rest my arms around his neck.

  We move to the music, while getting lost into each other’s senses of sound, touch, and eventually taste.

  Grabbing me by the back of my head, he lowers his head and his lips tenderly touch mine. He slowly sucks on my top lip and does the same to my lower lip before sliding his tongue into my mouth.

  My body starts to relax against his as he continues to make love to my mouth. At this point all I wanted was to feel his bare skin against mine, while having all his weight pressed on top of me. Needing to feel him inside me, marking me as his and only his.

  Reaching between our bodies, I begin unbuttoning his shirt without breaking our kiss, going by feeling alone. When I reach the last button, I slide my hands up his hard abs, chest, reaching his shoulders, to push his shirt down his lean muscle arms and off.

  Placing my hands on his belt, I unbuckle it and I tug until it’s hanging loosely, then I release the button of his jeans, and I slowly slide his zipper all the way down, causing his jeans to hang low on his hips. I run my fingers tips along his boxers. My fingers were on a mission. Before they could go any further, Mason stops kissing me and grabs a hold of my wrists, stopping my movement. Stepping away from me, he releases my wrists and interlock his hands with mine and leads me further into the family room, stopping in front of the couch. Removing his shoes with his feet, he kicks them aside and places my hands back on his hips before kissing me again.

  Taking that as my cue I slide his jeans off his hips until they drop around his ankles and his boxers soon follow. Stepping out of his clothes, he sits down on the coach and pulls my body forward. Sliding his hands up my legs, he reaches under my dress and pulls my panties down, while I pull my dress up my body and over my head until I'm standing in front of him naked.

  Grabbing me by my ass, he pulls me closer and leans forwards and gently nips at my left nipple, then he does the same to the my right one, but tugging a little harder before releasing it with his teeth, then sucking the sting away with his lips.

  Brushing his lips against my stomach. He places a trail of kisses where ever his lips touched. He leans back on the couch, bringing my body with him.

  Placing my knees one by one on the couch I straddle his hips, feeling his warm and hard evidence between my legs, resting at my entrance.

  “We'll make this work.” He whispers against my neck.

  He lowers his head placing kisses against my collarbone. Causing a whimper to escape from my lips.

  I arch into him, when I feel his fingers digging into my hips.

  Kissing his way up my neck and chin, he tugs my lower lip between his teeth and releases it. With his eyes locked to mine, he tightens his grip on my hips, and he slowly guides me down his length, allowing me to feel every hard bare inch of him push inside me.

  I bite down hard on my lower lip, moaning to myself, trying to prevent myself from screaming out loud.

  “Baby I want to hear you. Don't hold it in. It's just you and me.” He moans in response.

  He felt so good, that I needed more of him. Rotating my hips, I slide further down his length, until he fills me completely.

  “Mason.” I scream out loud.

  “I know Nyla.” He responds in a tortured tone. I'm here.” He says just before slipping two fingers into my mouth.

  I continue to grind up and down his length, picking up my speed, moaning and sucking his fingers further into my mouth.

  “Slow down.” Mason says squeezing my hip with his free hand.

  I nod my head in acknowledgment, and I slow down.

  He withdraws his fingers from my mouth, and trails

  them over my lips.

  Overcome with emotion, tears fill my eyes and begin falling down my cheeks.

  He wipes away my tears with his thumbs, and brings my face down to his and kisses me deeply.

  Scooting us to the edge of the coach, he drops to his knees and lowers us to the carpet without breaking our connection or kiss.

  As soon as my back touches the carpet. Mason slides his arms underneath my back moving them up until, his hands reach the nape of my neck, sliding his fingers through my hair. He gently tugs at my roots, tilting my chin up, giving him better access to my neck.

  He begins sucking and kissing along the side of my neck, while moving inside of me in a slow tortuous motion.

  Before my scream could slip from my lips, his mouth covers mine in a sweet demanding kiss.

  Slowly he pulls his lips away until they're less than an inch apart from mine. He looks down at with me and I can see the emotion displayed in his eyes. Was it love, lust, confusion, or regret?

  “Nyla I'm not wearing a condom.”

  “Birth control.” I respond in a breathless moan.

  His hips rotate and thrust forward, causing him to sink deeper.

  “Fuck!” I shout out in both pain and pleasure, from what I felt from the sting of the carpet burn against my back, and what he was doing between my legs.

  “Do I have permission to come inside you Nyla?” He whispers in my ear, and sucks my earlobe between his lips.

  I run my nails against his back, and I continue down until I'm grasping his ass.

  “You'll be the first.” I whisper in response, feeling drained and spent.

  He lowers his head until our nose touch. “Please promise me that we'll try to make this work.”

  “I promise.” I say before turning my head away, I bite down on his shoulder, coming hard against him.

  “You're so beautiful when you come. Why did you turn your head away from me?” He asks while thrusting harder inside me. “Nyla.” He moans my name out into the side of my nec
k, letting go of his release inside of me.

  He lifts his head away from my neck, and places a kiss to my chin.

  “We'll make this work.” He says, before kissing me long and hard.

  twenty-one

  Caleb

  After a long flight of having Jax snoring in my ear, a child who wouldn't stop kicking my chair, and suffering from starvation because the flight attendants didn't believe in passing out extra snacks because it was against their policy. I was happy to finally pull up in front of my parent's house.