When we got into the elevator, the team waved and high-fived one another as the doors were closing. The second they closed Mason turned to Rachel, grabbed her cheeks and said, “You. Are. An. Amazing. Fucking. Woman!” And then he pulled her into his body and laid a fat kiss on her. I stood in the corner, hands to my chest trying not to squeal with glee. When he pulled away, she looked dazed and loopy. He pulled away and grabbed me by the waist and hugged me to him. That’s when I did squeal and jump up and down in his arms. “Did you see that? See our girl working those rooms. Holy shit. What a ride!”
Mason gripped Rachel’s shoulders and yanked her to his side. He had each of us cuddled in one arm. “Ladies, today was a huge win for Team Murphy.”
I snickered. “Team Murphy?”
He nodded vigorously. “Yep, Team Murphy. You,” he shook me by the shoulder, “And our Queen, Rachel,” he shook her. “And, of course…the pretty face: moi.”
Both Rachel and I sighed. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“Yes, yes, I am. And now, it’s time to celebrate and be full of something else…booze!”
Rachel’s eyes got big. “Mason, we can’t go gallivanting around. You’ve got eyes on you and a game tomorrow night.”
“True. So we invite a coupla the guys and their chicks to the suite, order up some pies and some beers. Fun night in? You in?”
Beers, boys, pizza…um yeah. “Hell yeah!” I said. “Come on Rach, you gotta celebrate, let your hair down.”
Mason’s eyes went to Rachel’s golden hair. “Now that’s something I’ve never seen.” His hand came up to her ponytail and spun it around his hand into a fist and let it go. “Would love to see this fuckin’ gold down, curled around your face. So pretty,” he leaned close to her ear and this time my eyes went wide. She looked positively ready to drop to the floor either in surprise or fear. Could be a little of both. Mason sniffed against the space near her ear. “Christ, you smell good. That’s the fuckin’ almond smell I can’t place. It’s you. It’s always been you. Smells so good I could eat it.” He growled into her neck and inhaled loudly before pulling away. He looked at Rachel like a hungry lion before a juicy steak.
Then the doors of the elevator dinged and the spell was broken. Rachel moved as fast as her stilettos would take her out the doors and into the New York evening. “Time to head back, get those pizzas and beer. You want to make some calls to your friends, Mason?” She pulled out her phone and ignored the forlorn look on his face. He closed his eyes, took a breath, and climbed into the limo.
“Yeah Rach, I’ll make the calls.” I slid in next to him and placed a comforting hand on his knee. “See, told you so,” he said then put his phone to his ear.
***
Our suite was filled with Red Sox and oddly enough some Yankees ball players. We’d ordered in a couple kegs of beer and at least two-dozen pizzas that were getting demolished at lightning speed. Women outnumbered the men in attendance, which I found downright strange. It made sense if there was a one to one ratio but apparently, some of the single men offered up the pizza party to some of the groupies and they told other groupies and so on. Now we had women who were dressed normally in jeans and cute tops, and then there were the ho’s looking to get a piece of pro ball player dick in ‘em to mark their bedpost.
Eventually, the party got a bit wild. So much so that I ended up in my room sitting on the bed getting snockered with Rachel, passing a bottle of Jamison back and forth.
“You know, if you wanted Mason you could have him,” I told her blatantly, the liquor loosening my tongue.
She made a face and a noise with her mouth that sounded like air escaping out of a tire. Rachel pointed to her disheveled outfit. “You think he wants a piece of this?” She still wore her smart grey pencil skirt, but her pink blouse had been unbuttoned and was now wrinkled and half tucked in her skirt. Her hair was cocked to the side and her mascara smudged. I didn’t even want to know what I looked like. I’d since lost the expensive blouse and replaced it with a tank top, though I kept the leather skirt on because I thought it was “tits” as my girl Ginelle back home would say. We’d made it up back in the day. If we liked something a lot we’d say “tits” because very few things were as desired or coveted as a nice pair of boobs.
Getting up on my knees, I got behind her and pulled out her ponytail. Her long golden locks framed around her face perfectly, adding to her beauty. “Wow. You’re fucking hot!” I said, then leaned over took a sip of the whiskey and passed it back to her. Then I got a tissue, licked it, and rubbed the smudged mascara off her face. “There, now you’re super hot! But you need to loosen up a bit. You’re so worried about everything,” I slurred and flopped back to the pillows.
Rachel pursed her lips in a way I’ve gotten used to seeing with her. It said she was really giving what you said some thought before commenting. I liked that about her. “Yeah, you’re right. I need to be more like you. Free, young, and ready to take on the world!” She put a hand into the air in a fist pump but it lacked finesse so she looked more like she was pretending to be the statue of liberty holding up her torch.
Without being able to stop, I chuckled, then giggled, then out and out laughed so hard I piggy snorted.
She pointed a finger at my face and then busted up laughing herself. Finally, when I got it under control, I clasped her hand. “You should go for him. Tonight!” I held her cheeks and her eyes widened to the size of half-dollars.
“What!” I was squishing her cheeks together so it came out sounding like a bird squawking which made me laugh again, but I was quicker on getting it in check.
“For realz! You should go up to Mace, and tell him you like him!”
Rachel held her mouth open and shook her head. “You think I should tell him I like him? As in, like him, like him?”
Why did this sound familiar? My brain was swishing from side to side, floating on a lake of Jamison Irish Whiskey, so I couldn’t put two and two together but my idea felt solid. “I’ll help you!” I pulled her off the bed and stood her up. Then I plucked at the buttons of her shirt opening two of them until I got to a nice expanse of rounded cleavage. She smacked at my hands.
“What are you doing?”
I groaned. “Duh! There are four things men like. The first being tits! You’ve got some, we need to show them.” She nodded and pressed her chest out in offering. “Good, that’s good. Do that when you see Mace! Okay, next, men like hair.” I fluffed her hair and made sure it looked soft and sexy. “Nice.” I pinched my lips between two fingers and swayed on my feet. “Ass!” I pointed at her, turned her around and checked out her ass. The skirt hem was tiny so I crouched down and ripped the hem up the middle so her ass and legs were showing more. Then I smacked her tiny ass. “Excellent!”
“I don’t know about this,” Rachel said in a tiny voice.
“No. No. No. This is gonna be so awesome!” Then I pressed my fingers into my temple. “I can’t remember what number I was on but mouths.” I scampered over on my bare feet to my makeup bag and pulled out a lip gloss then spread it over Rachel’s sweet pout. “Men love to see shiny lips. Makes them think about you sucking their dick. Would you like to suck Mason’s dick?” I asked drunkenly.
Her cheeks turned cherry red, but in a breathy whisper she said, “Yeah.”
“Okay then. That will be phase two. One is getting him to notice you and you telling him you like him, like him.” I grabbed the bottle of Jamison and took a healthy swig, letting it burn a path down my belly before I handed it to her. “Your turn.” She followed suit and then we were both headed back out into the party. I had a mission and even though it was a stupid one, I was convinced it would work.
Boy was I wrong.
Chapter 4
Remember that old saying, “The road to Hell was paved in good intentions?” Man, whoever said that shit was spot on. I had no idea what would happen when we left the sanctuary of our private girl party but the atmosphere of our little pizza and beer soiree h
ad changed considerably. There were people everywhere! Smoke billowed and not just the kind you get from the cigarette store. No, the kind you get from a guy named “Bud” who says he can take you to an alternate reality just by one toke. This was not good.
Bodies were smashed together all around us. I had to sink my claws into Rachel to make sure I didn’t lose her in the crush. What the fuck had happened and how long had we been in that room? From the fact that I couldn’t walk straight, it must have been awhile. I didn’t recognize anyone around us until finally, I made it to Mason’s suite.
I was not prepared for what I was about to see, but Rachel, sweet, innocent in love with Mason Murphy, little Rachel, was definitely unprepared. The room was dark and music blared so loud I couldn’t hear or see anything. Tugging on Rachel’s hand, I pulled her into Mason’s room thinking he’d probably gone to bed. What a better way to surprise him than with a hot, supple woman he had a thing for! Of course, this is not what happened. Eventually, I found the light switch and flicked it on.
Mason was lying on the bed, only he wasn’t alone. And when I say not alone, he wasn’t just with a woman; there were two of the scantily dressed groupies there with him. I watched in shock, horrified and turned way the fuck on, while I watched Mason getting his cock sucked by a brunette who I, in my drink filled brain, thought had some seriously great dick-sucking technique. She was able to easily take him right down her throat and that was a skill. Then of course, there was a curvy blonde who was facing the back wall, her legs caging Mason’s head, her pert ass glistening as she gyrated her hips. Mason’s tongue was visibly pushing in and out of her pussy. He was eating her like a pro, gorging on her flesh as she rocked into him like she was riding a stallion. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. So while I wanted to sit back and watch the show, maybe rub one out for good measure, I finally heard a sob through the symphony of moans.
Tears sluiced down Rachel’s face and a delicate hand came up to her mouth. Just as I was going to get her out of there, we both heard the blonde scream out. “I’m coming!” I looked back and watched as Mason hands gripped her ass and he growled into her cunt while she screamed. Then his hips skyrocketed up into the air and the brunette shoved a hand to her pussy and rubbed then started bucking over his cock. His release shot into her mouth and dribbled out the sides as she came along with him. Fuck. I’d never seen anything so blatantly hot in my life. When I turned to Rachel, she was gone. The door was open about a foot where she must have slipped out. I was too drunk to chase after her and console her.
“Shit,” I blew out a breath of air.
“Who the fuck are you?” The brunette sat up and wiped the cum off her lip with the back of her hand.
I crossed my arms over my chest. Mason shoved the blonde off his face and looked up at me. “Mia, sweetness. This here is uh...” he looked left and then looked right. “Tasty Pussy, and Super Sucker,” he laughed and the girls smiled.
“Seriously! And I fucking brought you a present.” I snarled , put a hand to my hip and stomped my foot.
His glazed eyes and red cheeks proved not only was he happily sated but drunk and possibly high. Both were bad for his image. Thank God we were in our private suite or he’d risk losing his new sponsor and prospective sponsor. “Please tell me it’s hiding under those clothes. I’ll shoo these fucking bitches off quick to get a taste of your sweet cunt.”
I sucked in a breath. “YOU DOUCHE! Stop thinking with your fucking dick!”
At that moment, said dick was hard and ready for round two. I gave it a gander. It was a really nice looking cock, too. Long, thick, hard. Brunette wrapped a hand around it and rubbed it up and down. He groaned but kept his eyes on me. “Sure you don’t want some! I’m offering?”
I shook my head. “I brought Rachel in here. She was going to tell you that she liked you, liked you! Then she saw you fucking these sluts and ran off.”
That did it. He flung brunette hobag off and then pushed off the bed removing himself from hobag two. “Rachel was here,” he pointed to the floor. “In here?” I nodded. “She saw me fucking these bitches?” Pushing my lips together in a grim line, I looked at him like the stupid idiot he was. “Fuck me!”
“Okay baby, we will. Just come back. It’s my turn to suck on you,” said blonde hobag.
He scowled and then sat on the bed. “Get out of my room,” he growled. Brunette hobag did not get the hint. She put her arms around him and rubbed her fake tits into his back.
“Come on baby, we’ll make you feel better, just like before.”
“Leave now!” he roared, stood up, and went into his ensuite.
“You deaf?” I opened the door.
“You just want him for yourself.”
“Well, since I’m the girlfriend…I’m going to go with yes. Now get out!”
I just got the girls out of the room when Mason came out in a pair of jeans and was digging through his suitcase for a t-shirt. “I have to go find her.”
Rubbing a hand over my face, I grabbed his hand. “And tell her what? Sorry you caught me fucking two floozies? I don’t think that’s going to work.”
He pushed his hands through his hair and then flopped back down on the bed. “I can’t just leave it like this.”
“Technically, you don’t owe her anything. Besides, it was my fault.”
He blew out a tortured breath. “No, you were just trying to help, but as usual, I started thinking with my dick.”
“What happened?” I tried. When I’d left him he was hanging out with the guys eating pizza.
Mason shook his head. “One minute I was chatting it up with my bro’s, the next minute I notice you and Rachel were gone. The two groupies were all over me, and the more I drank, the more I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel…something. You know? I looked for you, looked for Rachel, but they kept on me and I got weak.” His shoulders slumped. “Do you hate me?”
I put an arm around his shoulders. “No, I don’t. What I saw was fucking hot.” He chuckled softly. Man, he really was beautiful when he gave a genuine smile. “I just don’t think your girl, the one you really want, thought it was as hot as I did. She was really sad. Crying and everything.”
His head shot up. “She was crying? Honestly, Mia, I knew she might be sweet on me, but it’s never been like that between us. She’s always been untouchable. Perfect, professional, pretty, the whole package. A girl like her would never be with a guy like me. We’re in totally different leagues.” He rubbed his chin and the sound of hair grating along calloused palms sent chills racing up my spine. Reminded me of another time and another guy that I adored.
“I get it. There’s this guy I like, too. Way out of my league, but I’d like to think when the time is right, we’ll be in the same league at the same time. I think you can do that, too.”
“You like a guy?”
I grinned. Of course, that’s what he’d zero in on. “I do, but the timing isn’t right. When it’s right, if it is ever right, it will just be. And it will work out. I have to believe that. But you can do something now.”
Mason looked off into the distance then brought those green eyes to me. They were soft, almost beseeching, as if my own held the answers to every question he’d ever want to know in them. “Show her what type of man you can be. What type of man you are in here,” I pointed to his chest where his heart was. “Live like the man you want to be. She’ll come around.”
“You think?”
I smiled wide and hugged him into my chest. He smelled of sex and cheap perfume. “I know.”
“Thanks Mia. You’re pretty all right you know that?”
I laughed into his neck. “You’re pretty all right yourself, but you smell like a whorehouse. Do the world a favor and shower. I’ll work on Rachel. You work on you.”
He stood up and helped me up. “I’ll work on me.”
“While you’re working on you, can you work on getting these people out of our room? I can’t sleep with people fucking on the couc
h, pot being smoked, bodies everywhere, and music blaring.”
He opened the door from his room to the living area and took in the party. “Fucking hell. We’re never getting smashed again.”
I choked on a laugh. “Never say never.”
***
The rest of our visit in New York City went by in a flash. The team had three games in NYC, lost one, won two. So far, their rank was looking really good. Quick Runners booked Mason as their official year-long spokesperson for the new performance all-around sports shoe. It was good for running, walking, playing ball, and all other varieties of sports. We still hadn’t heard from Power Up. Apparently, their people had heard about Mason booking with Quick Runners and wanted to make sure that having the same spokesperson was a good thing for their image and the way they wanted to run their campaign. This, however, was not bad for Mason because another couple of opportunities came out of the woodwork for baseball gear and energy bars. Word got out fast. Now we just waited, Mason played hard, and stayed off the radar. Part of that was going home. Which is where we were driving to now. I was finally meeting Mason’s family.
When we got to the small home outside of Boston proper, Mason walked right in without knocking.
“Back here boy!” A loud voice yelled and was coupled with the squealing sound of a small child.
Mason held my hand and took me through the quaint home. Stuffed animals and dolls littered the floor where a child at play must have up and abandoned them for something else. The rooms were dark, lived in, and homey. You could tell by the pictures on the wall that a woman had once lived here, but by the layer of dust on them and the lack of girlie adornments, it had been a while. In the center of one wall was a wedding photo. A redheaded, pale, beautiful woman stood in a very old-fashioned wedding gown and had her arms locked around a large man with dark brown hair and kind eyes. A man who could be the spitting image of Mason. That apple did not fall far from the tree.
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