by T A. McKay
“Hello?” I say in a voice that is laced with sleep. There is nothing from the other side of the line, just silence. I take the phone away from my ear and check the caller ID and see that it’s Mason’s name is on the screen. My stomach does the biggest flip I can remember and my pulse rate almost doubles. Why is he calling so late? I start to worry that there is something wrong, my mind working over-time that he isn't answering because he can’t.
“Mason? Are you ok? Please speak to me.” I can hear his breathing deepen so I know he’s there.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve tried, I really have and you just keep fucking my head up.” I can hear the pain in his voice and it cuts straight to my heart. I have never heard his sound so defeated, I’m used to the cocky Mason that pisses me off.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone? Why can’t I just fucking forget about you?” His voice is rising in anger and I can't help but close my eyes and take it, I know exactly how he feels. I have spent the last four months trying to not think about him, every single day I woke up swearing that this would be the day I wouldn't let my mind wander to him, and every single day I failed.
“I know that feeling, Mason. I feel that as well.” I wonder if he will be able to hear me, my throat has gone so dry that I feel the words I want to say are not coming out, but he must hear me.
“I don’t know if I can do this much longer, and I don’t know how to stop feeling like this. Shit. This is all new to me. I'm not meant to feel anything, Niamh. Not now.” I can feel tears building in my eyes the more he speaks. It’s the most heartfelt words he has ever spoken to me and they are filled with pain. My heart is breaking for him, and for me.
“Mason, please. Tell me, what can I do to help?” I need to do something, I don't know what I can do because this pain is a shared one, and one I don't know how to fix.
“Damned if I know, gorgeous. If I knew, I would bloody do it.” I hear a gentle laugh from him followed by a painful grunt.
“Mason, are you ok? You sound in pain.” I hear him groan and take a deep breath. My nurse’s head takes over and I start to worry about him again.
“Mason. Talk to me, are you ok?” The hiss before he speaks doesn't set me at ease.
“I’m fine.” He stops to cough and groan.
“I just picked a fight with the wrong guy and I lost. Nothing major. Look I need to go, I'm sorry for calling you. I won’t call again.” Before I can even answer him, he hangs up and I'm left just sitting holding my phone. I throw back the duvet and move to my wardrobe, collecting some clothes to put on. Mason isn't the only one who can stalk, when he stopped texting me I googled him and found out his address. Once dressed I walk to the front door and grab my car keys, I’m trying to convince myself that I’m only going over to make sure he’s ok, that it’s the nurse in me that needs to make sure he isn't hurt. He has obviously been in a fight and I need to check on him, but I know it’s so I can see him. I need to see him, and that scares me more than anything.
Mason
I throw my phone on the couch and try to stand. After falling back onto it a few times and knocking the wind out of myself, I manage to get to my feet. Fuck that hurts. I’m pretty sure I have a broken rib, and if it’s not broken it’s badly bruised. I shuffle my way to the kitchen, trying not to move my body too much in the process. I grab a few ibuprofen and wash them down with a mouthful of Scotch straight from the bottle, it will either cure me or kill me. I lean back against the counter and touch my fingers to my lip, not only is it swollen, I can feel the dried blood on it. I flinch as I touch the lip too hard. I start to walk towards the bathroom to see the mess my face and body is in. I’m just entering the bathroom when I hear a gentle knock on the front door, I look at the clock on the wall and see that it's after 2am. I head towards it thinking it’s probably one of the guys checking up on me. I don’t even bother checking who it is before opening the door and walking back into the house. I need to get cleaned up so they will just have to fend for themselves until I come back out.
“Grab a drink. I won’t be long, I have to get this blood off and see what damage I'm dealing with.” I shout over my shoulder as I enter my bathroom and turn on the light. I finally get a look at myself in the mirror. Holy shit, I look like I have gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson. This is going to seriously hurt in the morning. I feel a gentle hand on my back causing goose bumps all over my body. What the hell? Then I hear it. The voice that has been stuck in my head the past four months, the voice that has driven me to distraction.
“Mason, are you ok?” I place my hands on the sink for support and let my head drop forward. She’s here, but I'm scared if I turn around she will be a figment of my imagination. Her tiny body squeezes in between the sink and me and I have to close my eyes, being this close to her is fucking with my head, but I love it so badly.
“Oh god, Mason. What did you let him do to you?” I feel her small hand touching my face, gentle fingers brushing over my cheekbone making me flinch slightly, but the pain doesn't put me off and I push my face further into the palm of her hand.
“You’re here.” I feel her thumb brush over my swollen lips and I kiss it.
“I’m here to help, sit on the edge of the bath and I’ll clean you up.” I open my eyes and take in the most beautiful woman I think I have ever seen. Her hair is a messy style on top of her head and her eyes look tired, but she is perfect. I move to perch on the edge of the bath as I watch her filling the sink with warm water, she opens the cupboards searching them for the supplies she needs. Once she has gathered cotton wool and antiseptic lotion she turns to me and I can see the warmth in her eyes. We haven't spoken in months, and when we did we always ended up arguing, but she’s here, here to help me after I woke her up in the middle of the night.
“Please tell me you got at least one good hit in before you let him use you for a punching bag?” I laugh at her, but I gasp and grab my ribs. Every time I breathe too hard or laugh the shooting pain through my chest makes me want to collapse into a ball. It’s a burning pain right through my left side, but holding it seems to help a bit. I look up at Niamh and see she has a worried look on her face.
“Where does it hurt?” She takes my hand away from my ribs and pulls the side of my T-shirt up, but the action makes me groan when she pushes against me.
“Shit, Mason. Is there anywhere he didn't get you? Help me get your t-shirt off.”
“I don't think this is really the time to be flirting with me, Niamh. I’m not really in the mood tonight.” I snort a little, trying not to make my body move too much.
“You’re still a dick aren't you? I’m a nurse, let me look at your ribs so I can see if you need a hospital.” I raise my arms and let her slip my t-shirt from my body. She throws it onto the top of the toilet and turns back to me. The look on her face makes me think my side looks as bad as it feels. She lets out a deep sigh before going back to the sink and wetting some cotton wool in the warm water. She turns back to me and starts washing the blood from my lip with gentle strokes. I close my eyes, making the most of feeling of her standing there between my thighs, touching me with such tenderness. It takes me a minute to realise she has been speaking to me.
“Sorry, what did you say?” She smells so fucking good, like sunshine and the beach.
“I said I don't think your ribs are broken, just bruised but I will strap them up after I clean you up. I think having a shower will help you ease some of the pain.” All I can focus on is the feel of her against me, I don't think she realises that she has moved closer to me and almost her full body is against me. I know it shouldn't, I’m in no fit state for it to be happening, but my body apparently has a different plan, and I can feel my dick getting hard. My eyes flash open as I feel something cool on my lip, but that coolness doesn't last long before the burning feeling takes over.
“Shit that hurts!” I start to blow out trying to cool the burning pain.
“Oh, stop being such a big baby.” She pushes a loose bit of
hair back off my forehead and I swear my dick gets ten times harden, even with all the pain I'm suffering.
“Ok, I want you to go and have a shower, have it as hot as you can. Will you be ok?” Will I be ok? I really don't think so, the hard on in my pants is trying to make its way through my jeans and I feel like I won’t be able to move before coming in them.
“I’ll be fine. He didn't hit my head too hard. I will shout if I need you.” She smiles before walking out of the bathroom, but I can hear her mutter to herself.
“He would need to hit that thick skull pretty hard to do any damage.”
I’m standing in the shower letting the hot water rain down over my aching muscles. I’ll admit my body does feel a bit more like my own now. The pain in my face is barely noticeable and my rib pain is now just a dull ache, I don't know if it’s the shower or the painkillers kicking in, whatever it is I'm thankful. I can actually stand now without wanting to cry like a baby.
“Mason?” My head whips around to the side when I hear her voice, the shower screen has fogged over so I can't see her, but I can hear her clearly over the water. The bathroom door creaks as it opens and when she talks again, I can tell she is getting closer.
“Mason, are you ok?” The hard on that I had just managed to get rid of suddenly makes an appearance again, the thought of her so close to me when I'm naked just makes my body react.
“I'm ok, I will be out in a minute.”
“Oh ok, I knocked on the door and there was no answer, I was just checking up on you.” I let my head fall against the cool tiles as I try to even my breathing, she has no idea what she is doing to me being so close.
“Niamh, I need you to leave. I will be out in a minute. Please.” There is no response from her, but I hear the door closing gently as she leaves the bathroom. I let out a groan and will my dick to soften, but I think the only thing that will work is my hand and I'm not doing that with her in the next room. I take a deep breath and reach out to turn off the water.
Niamh
My heart is pounding in my chest, being so close to him tonight has tested my will power beyond anything else. When I arrived and saw his face all I wanted to do was help him, but as soon as that T-shirt had come off, my body temperature had risen and I could feel wetness where there shouldn't be in this situation. I managed to control myself but when I walked in on him in the shower, I nearly said fuck it and removed my clothes to join him. I could see straight through the shower screen, straight to a gloriously naked Mason. I had almost come on the spot watching the water running over his body, his skin glistening and making my tongue tingle. I had tried to walk away, but I just didn't have enough willpower for that, I needed to see him closer. When I had spoken I saw the reaction it had on his body, and when I saw his dick harden I felt it deep inside me, a tightening, like my body had a craving for him. I heard the anguish in his voice when he asked me to leave, and it took everything I had to actually leave the bathroom, I don’t think he realises I want him as much as he wants me.
I make it as far as his bedroom before hearing the shower turn off. I know I should leave, but I just can’t. The thought of him naked on the other side of the door had me rooted to the spot, my feet making the decision my head is too scared to make. I feel my chest rising and falling quicker the longer I stand, I know the longer I’m here, the more chance I have of him walking out and seeing me, more chance of me caving to what my bodies needs. I hear the door open behind me and I close my eyes, wondering if I’ve made a huge mistake.
“Niamh?” His voice is deep and husky, and the almost growl hit’s me, making me even wetter. This man does things to my body that I can't explain, and I don’t know why, I know he is no good for me, but I just don't seem to care. I turn towards him but keep my eyes closed, seeing him just now would shatter me and I might end up doing something stupid. There is a moment’s silence before I feel him stand in front of me, the heat from his beautiful body seeping through my clothes. The smell of his body wash invading my senses. The feel of his warm breath hitting my face.
“Look at me.” His fingers presses under my chin making my head lift, opening my eyes I see the heat in his stare. He tilts head towards me, getting closer than I want him too but not close enough.
“This is your one chance, beautiful. Turn and walk away. If you don’t I’m gonna fuck you, and I won’t regret a minute of it, but you might.” I know he’s right. If I let my hormones talk me into this, I will regret it, but only after he has given me what I know, will be the night of my life. The night that will possibly ruin me for every other man. I just need to decide if it is worth the risk to spend one night with Mason McIntyre. I let out a shaky breath before reaching up on my toes so my lips connect with his, pushing gently to his lips so he knows that I am willing to take any risk it takes to be with him, just once. The hand that was holding my chin slides back behind my neck, gripping my hair as he deepens the kiss, making my legs shake like they are jelly. He is such an amazing kisser, and if he is half as good in bed, I'm not sure I will survive. I place my hands on his ribs and he flinches. Shit I forgot about that. I pull away and try to calm my beating heart.
“I’m sorry. I forgot about that, I just ... got carried away.” I close my eyes and take some deep breaths, if I can just get my body under control I can leave.
“I will just…” Before I can finish a hard body smashes against me with enough force to push me backwards, my back colliding with the wall behind me. It brings back memories of our last kiss, it was months ago but I remember it like it just happened. This kiss feels different, this one feels more desperate, like we are trying to climb into each other’s body. I grab his hair and tug on it causing him to grunt into my mouth as his hands go to my arse and squeeze tightly. There is going to be nothing romantic about us together, this is going to be about need and satisfaction and strangely, I’m all right with this.
Mason
When she moans into my mouth, I tighten my hold on her arse, willing myself to calm down. When I had told her to leave I honestly thought she would run, but when she touched her lips to mine there was no way I was ever turning back. Since I had walked out of my bathroom and seen her standing in my bedroom, I had been hard, to see her surrounded by all my belongings was the biggest turn on ever. I never have women in my house, so this is a first and one that I love. Now with her pinned against my wall I’m trying to keep things slow, because all I want to do is lift up that skirt and push inside her. The thought of being in her makes a groan leave my throat and her grip in my hair tightens, I swear if she doesn't ease up on the hair pulling I’m going to come on the floor. I push my leg between hers while I lift her arse making her wrap her legs around my waist and it feels so natural, like she is made to be on my body, and not even the dull ache in my ribs could make me put her down. The pressure of her pussy grinding against me is fucking with my control, I can feel a burning start in my balls and she hasn't even touched me yet, not properly. I run both my hands up her sides, taking her top with me, I have this deep need to see her breasts, I have been fantasising about them since I met her. She lets go of my hair and allows me to pull her top from her body. Bringing my focus back down to her body, I feel my breath catch in my chest. She is fucking fabulous and completely braless. Moving my hands down, I cup both her perfect breasts in my hands, and they really are fucking amazing, better than I had imagined. They fit in my hands without any waste and they have the most edible looking pink nipples that are currently poking against my palm. I lower my head and pull a nipple into my mouth. Holy fuck. She tastes as good as she feels and looks. She pulls my hair again making my mouth leave her nipple with a pop.
“You need to fuck me, Mason. Make me feel good ... please.” The pleading in her voice shatters all control. I reach between our bodies and find her panties, slipping a finger under the material and straight into her. Fuck, she is so hot and tight and I know slipping into her may make me go off like a sixteen year old with no experience, but it’s a chance I’
m willing to take. I tug at the knot on my towel making it fall around my feet, I rub my erection against her wet panties and I can feel her pussy open, hugging it snuggly. I grind into her and her hands grab onto my shoulder.
“Mason, I’m gonna come.” I feel her nails dig into the skin on my shoulder and I know I have to move quickly or I'm not going to make it inside her. I slide my finger under the edge of her panties again and with dick in hand I line up to her, ready to push inside. The heat against my tip has my balls contracting into my body, ready to go off at the least friction. I place my forehead against hers and close my eyes, savouring the feeling as I finally push inside her. I feel her walls clamp over my length as I move slowly, letting her adjust to me, and I clench my eyes tight and take deep breaths. When I feel my groin push against her body I let the breath I was holding out, feeling nothing but bliss flooding through my body. I knew she would feel amazing, and I had spent enough time imagining it.
“Fuck, Niamh. You feel fucking awesome. If you get any tighter, I think you might rip my dick off.” The resulting clench has me groaning and digging my fingers into her arse.
“I'm deadly serious, the control I have is slipping, Niamh. I’m trying to take this slowly.” She kisses me gently and then bites my bottom lip.
“If I had wanted slowly I would be begging for foreplay. I want you to fuck me, I said that before but I think you didn't believe me. So Mason. Fuck. Me.” Holy shit. Just when I was getting my dick under control she pushes me to the edge, well if she wants it hard, I’m just the man for the job.
Niamh