Pinned Up (Pinned Up Trilogy) (15 page)

Familia

A few weeks have passed since I asked Nina to be my lady. I can’t get enough of her. In such a short timeframe, she has monopolized my thoughts and my heart. I never thought I would fall for anyone. I’m used to hooking up with random girls at clubs, bars, anywhere really, and simply having one night stands to fulfill my needs. I never craved a connection to one specific person. Monogamy is a term that was irrelevant in my lifestyle. Until now, that is.

Nina and I have been staying at each other’s place every night since we made our relationship official. We both feel comfortable enough to wander about freely without a sense of invading private spaces. We have quickly fallen into a domestic routine which I surprisingly take great comfort in.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day and I decide to let my staff off early today so they can begin their four day weekend on a positive note. I use my afternoon wisely and meet with my mother to check up on her and discuss tomorrow’s gathering. We meet at her favorite café shop around the corner from her home.

“Hey, mom. You look great. I’ve missed you. You’ve been awfully busy lately. What gives? What have you been doing? Every time I stop by, you’re never home.” I casually observe her appearance. She’s lost weight, looks tired, and definitely appears more fragile than the last time I saw her, but one thing that never fades is her beauty. “How do you feel?”

“I feel fine. I’ve been busy socializing, just like you demanded of me. Don’t you remember? I’ve made friends in my building and many nights we meet to complain about our overprotective and nosey kids.” She indicates straightforwardly.

“Don’t sass me, woman. I can’t help if I worry about you. You’re the only mother I have. I don’t like you being out so late and with people I’ve never met.” I scold her halfheartedly.

“Since when is the early evening considered late? You need to remember that I’m an adult and not some old senile fool who needs to be cared for. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.” She raises her head in a dignified manner.

“Have you been taking your medications? What did the doctor say during your last visit? Why won’t you allow me to go with you?” Her fragile state has me concerned.

My mom sighs deeply. “My goodness, I never realized how much of a worry wart you are. Stop it. I have a male friend, he accompanies me to my doctor’s appointments, and I’m diligent about taking my medication, so please stop with your obsessiveness over me. You’re coddling me and I don’t like it. Now, onto more important things, when are you giving me grandbabies?”

“Woman! Who is this male friend you speak of? And mom, do you have a one track mind? Grandbabies…that’s all you think about. How about asking me how I’m doing or what my latest interest is?” My mother can be draining at times.

“I’m the parent. I ask the questions around here. Don’t you give a second thought to my friend. Yes, I have a one track mind. The day I die, I want to know that you won’t be left alone. It’s a fear of mine. As for asking you how you’re doing, well, I don’t need to ask. It’s written all over your face, you’re happy. I know you. Now, tell me what or who brings you this joy?”

“That’s what I want to discuss with you today, mom. Tomorrow, I was planning on bringing (cough, cough) my girlfriend (cough, cough) to our Thanksgiving lunch.”
Please, please, please don’t start with your never ending inquiries.

My mother’s eyes are practically out of their sockets.
Too late.

“You have a girlfriend? Who is she? What’s her name? How old is she? What does she do for a living? Where does she live? How long have you known her? How long have you two been dating? Oh my goodness, is she pregnant? Do you love her? Why is this the first time I hear of this girl? Why haven’t you brought her over sooner? Why—”

“Woman, contain yourself!” No wonder my mom looks so fragile, she’s been saving her energy to bombard me with questions! “I haven’t brought her over because I’m afraid your interrogation will scare her off. She’s a very private person and doesn’t like her personal life being intruded upon. You have to be on your best behavior tomorrow and respect her boundaries. We’ve only been dating about a month, but she means a lot, mom. Please don’t scare her away with your obsession of grandbabies. We haven’t discussed that yet. I’ve never even thought about being a father. Please don’t bring it up and make her feel uncomfortable.” I plead with her. “So, what do you say? Will you agree to be on your best behavior?”

“Oh, my goodness! You’re going to get married and one day have kids! You’ve made your mother extremely happy!” She’s smiling and I can see her mind already planning my future nonexistent wedding.

Why do I even bother? I’m sorry mom, but I can’t do this for you. Not after all you’ve already asked of me.

My mother quickly becomes serious. “How much does she know about you? About us?”

“She doesn’t know anything, but she does ask about my past. There isn’t a way for me to tell her about myself, without discussing you, and your history. In my opinion, it’s not my story to tell. Just know that I’ve never felt like this towards any woman. I can’t keep anything from her if I want her in my life. In my heart, I feel I can trust her.” I confess.

“Do you love her?” My mom asks with pure warmth in her eyes.

“I’ve never been in love. I don’t know. I think it might be too soon for that. All I know is that she makes me feel complete; she’s my first and last thought of the day. She’s a good person with a great heart; she’s passionate, strong, feisty, intelligent, and beautiful. Mom, this girl takes my breath away.”

She’s completely ecstatic about my new relationship. I leave when two women who are also residents in my mom’s building, join her and make plans to play cards tonight. I depart with relief knowing my mother has promised to be on her best behavior.

I arrive at Nina’s home to pick her up, she’s spending the night. Before I have a chance to get out of the car, she’s already out of her house. I walk towards her, give her a kiss, and take her overnight bag. She’s wearing red heels along with a black coat that’s fitted at her waist and then spreads loosely to her knees. The red lipstick she has on makes her already full and luscious lips stand out even more. Her hair is styled the way she had it on the Bentley photo shoot. She looks amazing.

“Baby, you look incredible. I thought you didn’t want to go out and just wanted to watch a movie at home. Don’t worry, it’ll only take me a few minutes to change clothes so that I can take you out, you just tell me where you wanna go.”

She smiles at me. “I don’t want to go out. I wanna go to your place and hang out like we planned. Why would you think otherwise? You can order a pizza, we can watch a movie, and drink beer.”

“You’re so sexy. Come here and give daddy some sugar.”

“Mmm…gladly.” She gives me a soft kiss and lightly traces my lips with her tongue.

“Let’s go, babe. The sooner we get to your place, the faster we can get down and dirty.” She commands with a devious grin.

That’s all I needed to hear. I turn on the ignition and bring my truck to life. We drive by the city’s dynamic streets with their lively ambiance. We finally arrive to my house. When we enter, she coquettishly smirks at me and leads the way to the living room. I’m right behind her when she turns around, takes me by surprise, and grabs my dick under my jeans.
Whaaaaat? So straight forward. I love it.

She grabs me by my shirt, presses her body with mine, and against my lips innocently asks, “Mr. Ryan, would you mind putting on some music then having a seat on the couch?”

“Whatever you want, baby.” I gaze at her eagerly doing my best not to rip off her coat and throw myself on her. Instead, I do as I’m instructed while she heads over to the kitchen and brings me a beer.

As she hands me the bottle, she leans in and whispers in my ear, “Just in case you get thirsty. It might get a little hot in here.” Her words along with her sweet breath against my skin awaken all my senses. She gradually backs away maintaining eye contact with me and slowly begins unbuttoning her coat as she’s swaying to the music. She’s seductively keeping me in a trance, desperate to see her every move. Her face is beautiful as she gives me a lustful and taunting gaze. When she finally undoes the last button, she has a sensual, yet wicked grin.

Fuck me.

Nina unhurriedly removes her coat still in rhythm with the music. Gradually, she reveals her bare shoulders and eventually, her completely naked and glorious body underneath her coat, leaving on just her red heels that emanate raw sex. Immediately, my mouth goes dry as my attention is fixated on her perfection. There’s nothing that can deteriorate my longing or make my eyes stray from her, not even a fire. She continues to enticingly dance for me to the beat of the song. I’m too mesmerized by her beauty to pay attention to the music. Nina looks astonishing with her long, silky hair flowing down her back, her spellbinding dark eyes full of desire, and her flawless ivory skin yearning for my touch. She rubs her full, creamy breasts and pinches her pink, aroused nipples. I swear, they’re craving my mouth, but I maintain control. Her alluring curves and ass are a work of art; I can’t wait to run my tongue along every crevice.

As Nina is seducing me with her looks, body, and moves, she flirtatiously asks, “Do you like my heels?”

I observe her up and down, lusting after every inch of her figure. “I love them. They’re fuckin’ sexy.”

“I’m glad. I bought them today thinking solely of you. I envisioned wearing them as you’re fucking me with my legs over your shoulders. I thought these heels made sexy FMSs.” She smirks.

“FMSs?” I ask, not familiar with the acronym.

“Fuck Me Shoes, babe.” As she walks over to me, I unbutton, and unzip my pants. She begins by gently massaging my bulge, then pulls it out and strokes it in vertical and circular motions using my pre-cum as lubricant. Nina gives me a sweet beguiling smile, gently grabs my beer bottle, and takes a drink. Without hesitation, she lowers her head and puts my dick in her mouth while she still has cold beer inside it. The shock of the chill sensation is mind-blowing. As her hand strokes and her mouth devours my dick, the wintriness feeling fades and is replaced by a hot awareness. I study my lady’s fascinating body as her face hovers between my legs, without a doubt, this woman is absolutely exquisite. I sit back and enjoy my beer as my lady is on her knees swallowing me whole. I’m in heaven…I’m one lucky bastard.

After a long night of intense foreplay and amazing sex, I wake up with Nina in my arms. My emotions feel perplexed. I’m not sure when or how it happened, but somehow Nina has managed to make me see my life and future in a different perspective. I once shone away from intimacy and commitment, now I relish in it with her. I never thought I would enjoy something so much I never once craved for in the past.

It’s dawn, still too early to get up. Nina starts to stir, she tightens her hold on me, and gives me a kiss on my chest. I can get used to this.

“Morning, babe. Why are you up so early?” She asks as she’s rubbing her eyes.

“I woke up seconds before you did. Go back to sleep, we have a long day ahead of us, you should rest.” I kiss the top of her head.

“Tell me something about yourself that I don’t already know.” She requests in a sweet manner.

Without thinking, I blurt out the first three things that come to mind. “I don’t like milk, I love Mexican food, and my mom is very overprotective. There, now it’s your turn.”

“Not so fast, tree hugger. I already knew about the milk and Mexican food, so please elaborate about your mom. I know you two have a close relationship, but you rarely talk to me about her. I’m meeting her today. Tell me something. Anything. I know that you love her, but it’s clear you resent her. Why?” Now, Nina’s giving me her undivided attention.

Damn. Just suck it up, talk, and get it over with.
“When I was younger, I used to play baseball. Since I joined t-ball at the age of four, my dream was to become a Pro-ball player. I soon realized pitching was my niche; to say that I was good is an understatement. I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I was pretty bad ass. I used to live, breathe, and sleep baseball. I always had my mom’s support, until I became a high MLB (Major League Baseball) draft pick. College scouts, MLB teams’ top scouts, some regional supervisors, cross checkers along with scouting directors all came to see me play late in the high school season.”

I pause to reminisce on those days and then continue with my story. “Yeah, I was that good. My mom knew I was talented, but never imagined I would be offered a contract to go Pro right out of high school. Instantly, everything came to a halt. She wouldn’t allow me to sign, not because she wanted me to go to college or because she wanted me to be better prepared, she had other reasons for not consenting. At that time, she became very sick and I didn’t have the heart to go against her. Although, I resented her, I knew she had her reasons. Seeing my dream slip away was difficult, to say the least. After high school, I refused to continue with my education. I partied and worked with my mom’s boyfriend, John. When I turned twenty, I went back to school with a goal to major in criminal justice. I wanted to follow in the footsteps of my grandfather who was DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) Chief of Operations. We’re pretty much anti-drugs in my family. Well, once again, my mom didn’t allow it for the same reason she didn’t consent to me playing Pro-ball. When John became ill and requested that I take over his business, I knew it was time to grow up and make him proud. He was the only father figure I had. I wanted to show him that I was capable and ready to take on the responsibility.”

I pause and look at Nina intently. “Now, my mom wants to see me married and with children, I can’t give her that. She’s already taken and asked too much of me. I love her dearly, but I can’t allow her to control any more aspects of my life. I won’t marry or give her the grandkids she wants…ever.”

“Oh.” Nina looks at me with comprehension in her eyes, but curiously asks, “So, what’s her reason for interfering with your goals and dreams?”