Full Court Press (10 page)

“Kari.”

“Yes.”
I turned my head sideways to look at him.

“You have to be quiet.”
Mason flashed that boyish mischievous grin of his.

“Okay.
” I turned back away from him.

“My brother and sister are on the other side of the door.”

“
Ahhhhhhhhh!!!” I squealed. He surprise stuck it in me. Shit! I was supposed to be quiet but the initial thrust feels so good. He was moving slow, in and out and he was hitting my walls and jamming me up. I had pressed my lips together to muffle the sounds but it didn’t matter. Quiet was not an option. I just turned the volume down but not completely off.

Mason amped up his
fierce momentum. I arched my back so I could feel him in my belly. Oh yes I could feel it, him, his big dick. Oh yesssssssssssss!

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” My moans came out i
n powerful spurts. I was rocked with the rhythm of his drumstick. I stood up straight and squeezed my vag muscles around his dick. Mason wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed our bodies together. I squeezed him again and he buckled. Take that Coach Rizza!

“Shit!” He moaned into my hair. Mason reached down and man-hand
led my clit. I tried to stay upright but I couldn’t. I fell forward and Mason went into my pussy so deep I came with the loudest silent scream ever.

Mason unloaded
his cum in me and pumped until he released every single drop inside me. What am I doing? Mason slowly pulled out of me. I knew he backed away because I couldn’t feel his presence on my back. I bent to pull up my clothes. I got dressed and when I turned around Mason had already pulled his pants up and morphed back into a handsome devil.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” Mason was staring at me.

Apparently my face was conveying something. I couldn’t see myself so I had no idea what I looked like. I had to ask. “What do I look like?”

“Sad, confused. You know I love you right?”
Mason placed his hands on my forearms and gently squeezed me until I felt the butterflies in my stomach. “Kari, you know I love you right?” I had got lost in his eyes and forgot to answer his question. What was the question? Oh.

“Yes, I know. I love you too.”

“Do you?”

I felt my eyes shoot up to the ceiling. “I’
m here, in this office, with your meddlesome sister breathing down my back and with your asshole brother that I want to punch in the face.”

Mason half smiled. My words
entertained him. “You can punch Mike if you like. He would never hit you back.”

Damn him. He always makes me smile. “I do love you.”
I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to me. He was grinning and I had to pry his smile apart to get into his mouth. Oh we kissed for minutes. I lost track of time.

I got myself together before I stepped out of the back room and into the office with the four judgmental Italian eyes of his siblings.

I le
ft Mason alone with his kin folks. Karen instantly eyeballed me as I left the office. Seriously? Yeah your brother banged me out, deal with it chick.

I made it home before Jack. I had just enough time to pick Trey
up from afterschool care. I also had a few minutes to take a quick shower.

Jack made it home twenty-five minutes after me. I heard him enter the house through the garage. I was already in the kitchen preparing dinner. It was a good thing I had already thawed the ground turkey meat for the lasagna I was making for dinner.
Jack entered the kitchen without his briefcase. He looked tired.

“Hey babe.”

“Hey.” I greeted him as he planted a kiss on my cheek.

“Where have you been? I called you a few times.” Jack cautiously stated with a glimmer of suspicion mixed in for good measure.

“You called?”

“Multiple times.”

“I forgot to turn my cell ringer back on.” My ringer was really off. That was the truth. “I went to a late lunch with my friend Karen. You know I hate when peoples phones go off when they’re eating.” That was true. Jack never heard of a friend of mine named Karen. I’m sure he didn’t know Mason’s sisters name or that he even had a sister.

“Where did you go?”

“What?” I spaced out.

“To eat?” He threw the question out. He was on a fishing expedition but baby boy I’m a shark not a fish.

“Home Run Inn.” I continued to stir the pasta sauce. “The one by my job in Darien.”

“Oh, so you ate already?”

“Yeah, it was a late lunch. I brought some home if you want it. It’s in the fridge or you can wait for the lasagna.” My alibi was intact. The carryout container was in the fridge. Jack leisurely opened the refrigerator and casually looked in. Was he really checking my alibi? Well damn, I guess so. Women’s intuition told me to bring some pizza home. I rarely ever bring leftover food home from restaurants.

Jack closed the refrigerator door. “I’ll wait for dinner.”

I smiled to cover my outrage. I have some nerve. “Okay, I’ll call you when it’s ready, about forty minutes.”

Jack kissed me on the cheek and left me shaking like a leaf metaphorically of course in the kitchen alone.

I’m trying to keep it together but Jack is not stupid. He is checking up behind me. I sometimes wondered if my insides felt different. It seemed stupid but could Jack felt a difference when he was inside me. There is a black reign of terror coming my way if I don’t get it together. I have one man to many. I’m selfish and greedy. I want them both.

Jack seemed okay after dinner. He suggested we go see a movie and although we both had to go to work the next day we went anyway.

When we were together in the dark we held hands and I forgot about the troubles of my world. I enjoyed myself with Jack but I always did. He was charming and smart. He was perfect.

The next day at work I was swamped.
Work successfully got my mind off of the things that were happening. Yet I still ran my butt out of there when my eight hours were up. My phone rang as soon as I reached my car. It was Mason. I answered.

“Hey.”

“Hey Kari baby, are you at work?”

“I just left.”

“Are you tired?”

“A little, more mentally than physically.”

“Mentally? What’s wrong?”

“Stressed.”

“I got something for stress.”

“I’m sure you do.” I smiled into the phone.

“No, seriously. Tell me what’s wrong?”

“Problems at home.” I waited a moment and condensed my present situation. “I think Jack suspects something. He has started questioning me and checking up on me.

“Really.”

“He threatened to leave me. He almost left and took his stuff.
I’m constantly thinking he’s going to find out. I’m scared he’s going to leave me. I don’t know what to do?” The phone went silent. I checked to see if the call had dropped but it looked like it was still connected. “Hello, Mason.”

“I’m here.”
His voice was dry.

“I thought the call dropped.”

“No, I’m listening to this bullshit and trying to understand why you think I’m a motherfucking bitch. Are you fucking tweaking? I’m not your fucking homegirl. I hope Jack walks out on your fucking ass. You don’t get to cry about your fucking boyfriend to me. I fucking love you, do you not understand that? Dumb shit like this is exactly why I should choke you out.”

Well damn! This time it was clear, crystal. He hung up on me. I pulled my cell away from my face and looked at it. I was in shock and disbelief. Did this frantic ass fool just tell me off? Yes sir. What’s worse is he said he should choke me out, out, unconscious, dead.

Mason is mad as hell. He was spitting that shit out so fast he sounded like he was rapping. My heart jumped. He was fighting mad. I didn’t even get a chance to get a word in edgewise. This fool think he Rocky Balboa.

A cloud of emotions came flooding down on me. I was mad but I felt like someone stole something from me. Something I cherished. He hung up on me. What’s that mean? I shouldn’t have mentioned Jack. That was stupid. Mason feels like more than my lover. He feels like my friend. It was a stupid slip on my part. I can talk to him about anything but Jack is off limits. Why did I do that? That was so fucking dumb. Why did he snap out like that? Okay, okay, he can’
t just hang up on me. I’m going to call this rude motherfucker back.

I hit the last recent call, which was
Mason. I had him listed under Elisha Willis. The lies are everywhere. It rang four times before going to voicemail. That bastard didn’t pick up.

I called again and this time it rang four times and went to voicemail.
Muthafucka, I called again. Shit! Why does he always have to make me get extra black? I was so pissed off my fingers were shaking when I texted him. I was hitting the wrong letters and auto correct was fucking up what I had to say. [I know you better call me right now!!! You have five seconds after I hit the motherfucking send button]. I sent that shit and sat in my car and waited.

Three seconds after I sent the text
message my cell phone rang. I immediately answered. It was him. “Hello.”

“What! What! What!” He yelled into the phone and I had to pull it away from my ear.
Calm down clown.

“I can’t believe you hung up the phone on me.”

“Believe it baby girl. It could happen again.”

That statement killed my apology. “I
, muthafuckin’, dare, you.”

Mason started laughing. “You dare me.” We both went silent. “Kari, sweetheart please dare me one more time.”

“No. You can’t tell me what to do?” Seriously, I was sounding so stupid I was confusing myself.

“Go home to your boyfriend.”
He calmly advised me.

Huh? “Go home to your wife.”
He didn’t have a comeback. I knew he hadn’t hung up on me because I could hear his steady breathing. I think we were at a stalemate.

I had to make a move. I had to open my mouth. “Mason.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry. It was insensitive of me to take about Jack to you. I know I wouldn’t want to hear about you and Tess. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Okay.”

Okay, that’s all he has to say. “I really am sorry. Are you sorry you said you would choke me out?”

“No, not really. I would choke you out.”

Seriously?  “Mason.”

“Come see me tomorrow.”

“
Okay, when.”

“Whenever you like.”

“I will leave work early. I will be there at two.”

“Okay.” He said.

“Okay.” 

“You ha
ng up first.”

“Okay.” I did as instructed. I ended the call in a place of contentment. I felt better. I had apologized for my actions and that stubborn man did not. Maso
n is and always will be two handfuls. It’s a damn good thing I got two hands.

******

I showed up to Mason’s office promptly at two. RJ was in the office when I stepped in. He was sitting behind the desk reading the computer screen.

“Kari, how’s it going?”
He was skinning and grinning like always. He smiled just like his mother.

“I’m g
ood.” I smiled. When will this ever stop feeling so damn awkward?

RJ’s eyes were watching me
. “Uncle Mason’s in the back.”

That was
my cue. I sashayed my ass right back to the room like I was the Queen of all things Rizza. I walked in the back room and Mason was sitting at a desk on the phone, the land line. He was obviously conducting business.

I closed the door
behind me. I walked in and planted my butt on the loveseat.

Mason loo
ked over and half smiled at me. “Marcus, quote them a better price… Text me the offer… Have them sign the contract… Listen, I want this contract… Don’t call me until you have signatures... Yeah, okay.” Mason hung up the phone and he stood to face me.

“Hey lady.” He flashed his infectious grin.

“Hey.”

“You still mad at me?” He asked.

“You still mad at me?” I rolled my neck and crossed my arms under my breast.

“Maybe.”
He smirked and took two steps closer to me.

“Get over it.”
I jokingly added. Mason was wearing tan pants and a navy blue Lacoste polo shirt. He was a nice tasty sight to behold.

“I
have something for you?” Mason reached under the bed and retrieved a small black box with a pink bow on top. He walked to me with the box in his hands. He placed the box in my hands. I placed it in my lap.

There was something about my favorite color pink that got me excited. I loved to see the color pink. It was my favorite color and black was my second favorite color. Was it weird to have your top five favorite colors?
Pink, black, red, gray, green. I was sure the stupid stuff I thought about was unique to me.

I opened the box and inside was the prettiest pastel pink bustier I had ever seen in my life. This garment had to be expensive. I could feel it in the texture of the fabric. It was lace and satin and it was the kind of bustier that lifted your breast but didn’t cover them. It laced up the back and was the sexiest lingerie piece I had ever seen.

“Oh Mason. I love this.”

He smiled. “I knew you would. It looks like you.”

“Yeah, it does. I looked inside the garment. He had removed the price tags. It was LaPerla. Okay this is no joke. This is very expensive. A thong from LaPerla is a good three hundred dollars. I knew it was tacky to ask but whatever. “How much was this?” I held it up to admire.

“Wouldn’t you like to
know?” Mason half smiled.

“I love it.”

“Put it on.”

I searched the box for panties, a thon
g or something to cover my goodies.

“No panties. Put it on in the restroom.” He pointed with his entire hand not just his finger.
“Keep your heels on.”

I stood. Mason sat down in the place on the loveseat that I had just vacated. I took the box in the bathroom with me.

I closed the door and placed the box on the toilet. A cleaning service must come in here. Mason’s office and the back room are always clean. I found this odd because this business has all male employees from what I can tell. I got dressed in the bustier. It was nice but I felt completely exposed. My tits were pushed up and out. I decided not to tie the laces that zigzagged up the back of the bodice. I wanted Mason to do it. I knew he wasn’t going to remove the bustier because all the good parts of my body were already free for him to do as he wished.

I hung my clothes
on the hook behind the bathroom door. I opened the door to show Mason what I looked like.

I trotted
over to him and turned in a full circle.

“Nice.” He smiled. “Turn around. Let me tie you up.” He stood.
I was almost his height with these black pumps on.

Okay. Tie me up. Please. I turned away from him. I felt his fingers grab the loose lace strings. He pulled them tight and I gasped. He tugged at the lace again and I gasped. He tied the lacing in a bow and he cut of
f some of my circulation in the process.