Into the Dark

by T A. McKay

  “Is it that much of a shock?” Rocco asks as she thumps me on the back. I shake my head, trying to regain my composure.

  “ No, Rocco.” I have a last couple of coughs before managing to catch my breath properly.

  “You just caught me off guard. It wasn’t that long ago that you met her, I just thought you might take it slowly.” He gets this really stupid look on his face. Oh my god, I really have lost my best friend to love. I laugh at him, he really has handed his balls over to Makenzie.

  “Why wait? I love her, Mason, so much that I can’t even explain it to you. In a few weeks, after the swimming gala, I’m going to ask her then. Noah is going to fly in to be there when I do it.” I smile as Rocco mentions his big brother Noah. I haven’t seen him in a long time, where Rocco had stayed local to open his business, Noah, who is three years older than us, moved to London to become some sort of banker.

  “How is Noah these days? I feel like I haven’t seen him in years since he went and got all grown up on us.” Noah hasn’t just got a very grown up job, he is also due to get married in the New Year. Maybe they can have a joint wedding.

  “I don't know how he is, he just seems off when I call him. I’m hoping spending some time with him will help me find out what’s up.” I think about the last time we were all together, we were a lot younger and a lot more trouble. Visions of police cars and strip searches fill my mind, yeah this time I must not drink as much.

  The back gate slams open against the wall and a yell is heard over the music and chatter.

  “Good afternoon bitches!” Evan. Great, there goes our quiet afternoon. Evan is a friend of Bens, but that’s about it within the group. He is loud and brash and is only here because Ben feels sorry for him most of the time so invites him. Normally he doesn’t come, but unfortunately, it looks like we have the pleasure of his company today. Ben is the only one who shouts a greeting to him, and I look over to Bill, knowing he will be pissed having Evan around his daughter. As I thought Bill looks as though he could string Evan up, lets hope he keeps the swearing to a minimum in front of Bobbi.

  I stand looking out the kitchen window at the people sitting in the back garden, the people I love the most in one place, well if you don't include Evan. I raise a glass of water to my lips as my eyes land on Niamh. She is laughing at whatever Rocco is saying to her and I just stare at her. She really is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She wouldn't be the usual type of woman I would approach in a nightclub, but there is just something about her, after all I did approach her in a nightclub. She is this tiny little woman, but she acts as though she is six foot tall. I don't know exactly how tall she is, but I know she fits’s perfectly under my chin when we hug, and I know when I wake up in the morning and find her snuggled into my chest I don't want to move. Everything about her just seems to connect with me, I know more about her than any other woman, and I still feel it’s not enough, I want to know everything about her and notice everything she does. Like when she tastes something she doesn’t like, she scrunches her nose up but tries not to make it noticeable and when she laughs so hard she actually snorts, and that in turn makes her blush. She is just perfect.

  I’m still trying to work out how this happened, how the hell she caught my attention with such little contact. I only saw her for a few minutes after the night with Talia and then again at the garage, but by that point I was hooked, even if I didn’t want to admit it to myself. Now with the baby on the way there was no fucking way I could walk away, and if she thinks she is walking, I will just have to show her how wrong she is. She isn’t going home to her tiny little flat again, she is staying with me forever, whether she likes it or not. Waking with her every morning this past week has been the best moments of my life, we haven’t had sex, we have just held each other and talked. No, I don't think I’m ever going to let her get away and I just need a way to tell her this, without getting another kick in the balls.

  The glass I’m raising back up to my lips stops halfway to its destination when I see Evan approach Niamh, he is the one guy I wouldn’t trust with my woman. He's waited until she was sitting by herself before he moved over, I know because I have seen him staring at her since he arrived, so he obviously waited until I left. She had been chatting with Rocco so I thought she would be alright, but Rocco is now standing with Makenzie under the large tree he has in his garden, they look happy together but it leaves Niamh on her own. I stand and watch for a minute, trying to reign in my anger. I want to go out there and knock him out for daring to talk to her, she’s mine and no one will mess with her. I catch myself before I do something stupid. Take a deep fucking breath Mason, he is just talking to her. I try and control myself, but it’s hard when I can see how uncomfortable she is, god knows what the arsehole is saying to her. I can guarantee it’s not asking how her day has been. I watch him reach over and brush a piece of hair behind her ear, she flinches as he does it and it’s like the whole world slows down. I don't remember walking out there, I’m not fully aware of anything until I’m on top of him punching him continually in the face. Two sets of hands drag me back of him and that’s when the world comes back into focus. Shit!

  Niamh

  When Masons friend Evan came to sit by me, I wanted nothing more than to get up and walk away, but I didn’t want to appear rude since I was the newcomer. He’s been staring at me all day, and not in the same way Mason stares. When Mason stares it’s like I can feel his hands caressing my body instead of his eyes, the memories of waking in his arms adding to the feeling of warmth and comfort. When Evan stares it’s unsettling, it’s purely sexual and it’s like he is picturing me on my knees. A shiver goes through me as he starts to chat about nothing important, but he isn’t there long when the topic of conversation changes, making me wish I’d gotten up and left when he arrived.

  “So, are you and Mason fucking?” I turn to look at him, sure that I must have heard him wrong.

  “What?”

  “You and Mason, are you fucking or is there a chance I could take you home?” He reaches over and brushes a piece of hair behind my ear and it takes everything in me not to run away screaming like I’m on fire. I’m about to respond when Evan disappears out of his seat ... backwards. It takes me a minute to register that he has had help moving and that help is now sitting on his chest beating the shit out of him. Mason has pure hatred in his eyes as he continues to punch Evan in the face, with blood covering his fist he shows no sign of stopping anytime soon and I’m starting to worry about Evans safety.

  “Mason! Please stop, you’re going to hurt him badly. Mason!” He doesn’t pay any attention to me as I shout at him. I look up for help and see Rocco and Ben running over and grabbing him by the arms dragging him back. Evan rolls to his side and grabs his face. I have no idea what sort of injuries he’s going to have.

  “She is mine! Do you hear me you fucker? You keep your shitty hands off her or I will come after you, and it will be worse than this time. You have no fucking right to put your hands on my woman!” His woman? This was all because of me? I walk over to stand in front of where he is struggling to get the guys to let him go, but he stops when I stand in front of him. He looks into my eyes as I take him in, finally seeing what has been in front of me for a long time. Mason may give the impression of being a player, having any woman he wants anytime he wants, and I’m sure he has used that to his advantage for a very long time, but the Mason I’m looking at now isn’t that guy. The Mason I can see is the gentle man who has been holding me in his arms so I can sleep properly, the guy who has been cooking my meals so I can rest and grow his baby, the guy who hasn’t been with a woman for months. This is what I finally see when I look up at this gorgeous guy in front of me. I run my hand down his cheeks and his eyes close as he pushes into the palm of my hand.

  “Your woman?” He opens his eyes and my breath catches, I see nothing but love shining from his eyes. Love is not a conversation we have come close to having with each other, a conversation I haven’t be
en ready to have with myself, but there it is, shining bright in his eyes as he looks at me.

  “Yeah, you’re mine. I don't know how to tell you this, but I’m never letting you go.” I feel the tears in my eyes as my heart fills to the point of exploding. He wants me. After all the worrying and trying to keep him at arms length, he actually wants me. I lift up onto my toes and kiss him. It’s a soft kiss, a simple thank you for everything that he is, but it’s not enough for him and he threads his fingers through my hair holding me against his lips. The kiss is filled with passion but more than that, it’s filled with reverence and love. He pulls back from my lips and his eyes lose some of the sparkle that had been there a minute ago.

  “Shit.’ I wonder what I had done wrong when he pulls his hands from my hair, I’ve ruined the moment and I don't know how.

  “I’m sorry baby. I have this shit-heads blood all over me, and now it’s on you.” He reaches over and touches my cheek and I can feel the wet smear of something on it. I smile at him. Being a nurse, blood doesn’t bother me in the slightest, and even if it did, it wouldn’t be enough to ruin this moment.

  “Then let's get home and get it taken care of.” I want to get him away from Evan, with the guy's mouth I’m not sure Mason being near him just now is the best thing, but it’s more than that, I just want to be with Mason. I want time with him now I know how he feels, and I want a chance in private to show him how I feel. Rocco walks over and puts his hand on Mason's shoulder.

  “Listen to your woman, go home and we will clean up this mess.” Mason nods his head towards Rocco and a look passes between them. Rocco has this shit eating grin on his face, and Mason looks resigned, like Rocco has won a bet or something.

  “Thanks, mate. I will talk to you tomorrow?” Rocco laughs as we head towards the gate to go home and just before we turn the corner I hear Rocco saying.

  “Yes you will.”

  I lie back against the warm chest behind me and sigh as the hot water covers me. Masons arms come around my shoulders and rest on my stomach. When we arrived home, Mason had decided that the easiest way to get clean was to have a bubble bath together, and after everything that had happened at Rocco’s, who was I to say no.

  “What was going on between you and Rocco just before we left? You didn’t look happy about something.” I feel Masons chest moving up and down behind me in silent laughter.

  “What you saw was Rocco being right, and loving every minute of it.” I am confused, Rocco hadn’t said anything to him about anything other than Evan.

  “I’m sorry, maybe I missed something but I don't get it.” He kisses the top of my head before explaining.

  “Rocco has been saying for months that something has been eating at me but I have denied it, telling him he was imagining things. He worked out there was a female involved, but until today I hadn’t told him he was right. So when I walked in with you I could see that I was going to get an earful, well once he got over the shock of me having a woman there with me.” He starts to stroke my stomach and I relax back into him more, enjoying the feeling of his hands on me.

  “You’ve never taken a woman to Rocco’s before?”

  “Baby, I haven’t taken a woman anywhere in a very long time. Well, unless it’s been to her bed.” My face flushes as I think about all the women he has been with in the past. Our time together must have been really boring for him, it barely lasted any length of time, and I’m pretty sure men like Mason are used to going all night. No, sex with me can’t have been good at all, even if it was the best night of my life. I lower my head and try not to show him how uncomfortable I’m feeling at this moment.

  “Tell me what your thinking? It can’t be anything good.” His voice is gentle and soothing, but it doesn’t help settle my feelings.

  “It’s nothing.” I keep looking down. He can obviously see that I’m embarrassed and I'm hoping he will let it go.

  “Niamh, you have suddenly gone as stiff as a board in my arms. So something has got you all unrelaxed and non-squishy.” I can’t help but laugh at him.

  “Non-squishy?”

  “It’s a word! Look it up, it’s definitely a word.” He tickles my sides making me squirm and the water splash up the sides of the bath.

  “Now tell me what is wrong before I drown us both.” I’m gasping for breath as he continues to tickle, I grab at his hands trying to get him to stop so I can actually speak.

  “Ok...ok...just stop tickling. Please” He stops moving his fingers but keeps them in place, higher up my ribs and distractingly close to my breasts.

  “I was just thinking that ... well your night with me, the night we had sex. It must have been really bad for you.” My voice drops to a whisper as the last words come out of my mouth. I can’t help but feel embarrassed making him relive it. Mason starts laughing again and this just completes the total destruction of my confidence. How can this man want to be with me when I won’t be able to keep him satisfied? His hands move under my arms and I feel him lifting and turning me. I squeal as he turns me around so I'm sitting on his lap, I place my legs either side of his hips, thankful that he has a large bath that gives me enough room to sit on his knees comfortably. He reaches up and cups my face, making me look at him.

  “Niamh, baby, the night we had sex has been the single best night of my life. The feel of being with you, being inside you, nothing will ever compare to that. Nothing. I have spent months thinking about how you felt, how you sounded … fuck the amount of times I have used those memories while I’ve been here alone, I’m surprised I still have feeling in my hand.” The look in his eyes tells me how truthful he’s being, and the words are making my body hot. He enjoyed being with me, after all the women he’s been with, and the amount of sex he must have had, he enjoyed it with me. I can feel the blush spreading over my face and I try to look down but he won’t let me.

  “You have no idea how long I have wanted to taste you, I never got a chance before. I want my tongue to find all the secrets spots that your pussy has while you scream out my name.” Oh my god. I can feel the walls of my pussy clenching as it imagines the feeling of him inside me again. This man knows how to turn me on like no one else. It’s like he knows my body better than me, and he isn’t even touching me yet. He moves his hands down my neck, over my shoulders and down to my breasts. His gentle touch making my nipples hard, wanting him to touch them, to suck them. The last time I was with him was over so quickly, I want to feel what being with him is really like. His fingers graze over the very tips of my nipples causing me to gasp.

  “Oh, my baby likes that. Would to like me to squeeze them, or bite them?” He wants me to think of a response at the moment with what he is doing to me?

  “Yes.” He laughs and I would say something to him but he takes my nipple into my mouth, causing me to nearly orgasm on his lap. His teeth are teasing them and his lips follow behind soothing them with kisses. I jump as I feel his fingers on the inside of my thighs, I didn’t even feel him move his hand away from my breast. He runs his fingers all the way up my thigh, stopping and gently brushing the outside of where I want to feel him. His fingers part me as he gently strokes my clit, making my fingers dig into his shoulders, and I’m sure he will find nail marks there later.

  “Did the doctor say we would be safe?” It takes me a minute to drag my focus away from the circles Mason is making on my clit.

  “Wh ... what?” He pulls the hair at the back of my head making me look at him, making me focus.

  “Did the doctor say we could have sex? I don't want to go too far if we can't finish.” There is no way in hell that he is stopping now, and thankfully he won’t have to.

  “We are fine. The bleeding stopped that day ... and he says everything is normal. Oh god, Mason.” He gets a devious smile on his face, and if I was thinking more I might worry about it, but I have lost the ability to make sense of anything other than what his hand is doing to me.

  “Perfect.” It’s the only word he uses as he slips two fingers i
nside me, making my body shudder and a scream to work its way out of my throat.

  Mason

  Feeling her clench around my fingers makes me wish I was inside her already, it’s been far too long. Holding her is amazing, but nearly every second she is against me, touching me makes me wish I could take her in the way I have been imagining. I feel her nails dig further into my shoulders and I know that she isn’t going to last long. I want to watch her shatter around my fingers and while she is riding her orgasm out I’m going to slip inside her, feel her tightness around me. The thought alone makes my balls tingle, and I know I need to time it properly for her pleasure because once I’m inside her, I’m not going to last longer than a few deep strokes. She is grinding against my palm, getting the friction she needs against her clit and I’ve never seen anything sexier than this woman riding my hand. The image is one that will live with me forever, and I think it will only be beaten by the image of her riding my dick. Tingles start to spread through my spine and settle in my balls and I know I’m going to have to hurry and give her pleasure or I’m going to come before I get inside her. I press my hand harder against her pussy and push another finger inside her. I didn’t think it was possible, but she tightens even more around my fingers and I let out a groan that makes her grind harder as she throws her head back. This action thrusts her breasts out and towards me and I just need to taste her nipples, they are pink, hard, and fucking perfect. I take one into my mouth and gentle nip it with my teeth, and that’s all it takes. I feel her pulse around my fingers with such force that I’m sure if my dick were in there she would have made me come at that moment, I gently rub her clit, letting her prolong the pleasure she’s feeling. Her chest is rising and falling quickly with what her body’s just experienced. I pull my fingers out of her and place both my hands on her hips, pulling her towards me and positioning her over me, the tip of my very hard erection pushing at her opening. She looks at me with a slightly glazed look in her eyes, she looks happy and very satisfied. Without warning, she drops onto me, impaling herself onto my dick in one movement. I grab onto her hips roughly, I don't mean too but I have to stop her from moving, I need a moment to get control. My head drops back onto the edge of the bath and I look at the ceiling, trying not to think about the woman who’s sitting on my dick, but it’s hard to do when she keeps clenching around me.