Chapter 9
Alyssa stretched out her body on top of Mason in their bed. She pulled the covers over her bare shoulders, and her hair fell over his face. He rested his hands on her back and closed his eyes to get lost in her kiss. “So what do you say?” he asked.
“To what?”
“Will you marry me?”
Alyssa’s eyes popped open. “What?”
“Marry me. Come back to live with me in New York.”
“What about our contract?”
“What about it?”
“You paid me to put on an act for this reunion. I would have to give back the fifty thousand.”
“I paid you to marry me and take a trip to Cabo for two weeks. You’ve done that. You keep the fifty thousand. We’re already married, so you’ve fulfilled your end of the contract.”
“Then what are you asking me? How can I marry you when we’re already married?”
He laughed. “You got me there.”
They went back to kissing. Neither of them said anything more. She became wetter with every swipe of his tongue, every touch of his fingers.
After a long blissful stretch where he fucked her slowly and completely, he rolled off onto his side. He kissed her again, longer and longer.
He prodded her sideways until she turned onto her back. He kept pushing until she moved onto her other side with her back to him. After two weeks together, he learned how to please her. He cuddled her back against his rock hard chest.
She settled into his strong presence. Contentment closed her off from the world outside. She didn’t have to worry about anything as long as she stayed with him.
Tina would appear at odd times whenever Alyssa left the room. She watched her play shuffleboard. She watched Alyssa sunbathing by the pool. She drifted across Alyssa’s line of sight when Alyssa came to the dining room for meals. She became a stalker.
If she did nothing else, Tina knew how to dangle Alyssa on tenterhooks. She knew how to needle her, so she could never fully relax. Only when Alyssa curled up in Mason’s arms when they kissed and fulfilled each other in bed, could Alyssa let go of all the tension nagging her.
Mason never knew—at least, he didn’t let on. He was having too good a time with Alyssa to notice anything wrong. He hugged her around the middle until his broad hands migrated to her chest. He cradled her heavy breasts. His intoxicating sexiness had infected her. She wanted him to touch her. She didn’t want to relax. She wanted to attack him, but she had to play it his way.
He wouldn’t move any faster. He would let her twist and scream and rub her pussy against his leg until she shrieked, but he wouldn’t take her until he was ready.
She would become more desperate. She rocked her ass against his hard-on. She knew how to turn him on, too.
He blew warm air into her ear and down her neck. Goosebumps appeared all over her skin. He let his fingers drift apart and come together again to pinch her nipples. She moaned and whined. God, he made her ache so bad! This trip would go down as her all-time hottest sexual experience ever. How could mere mortals measure up to him?
His fingers squeezed tighter around her nipples until they hurt. That delicious dizziness swam all over her. She arched her back. Oh, if only he would shove his wonderful cock inside her again. Yes, he may drive her crazy the way he would fuck her so deep yet so slowly and she would end shivering with an orgasm all over again—and again, and again. He could keep her going for ages and never stop.
He slipped his cock between her butt cheeks. He stroked its rigid harness between her saturated lips, but he made no move to enter her. He didn’t have to. He could make her come as many times as he wanted. Her own desire for him sent her spinning through one climax after another.
She whimpered in agony. “Fuck me. Oh, please, fuck me.”
He pumped his hips into her ass. “Mmm, yeah. That ass is all mine.”
“Oh, please,” she cried.
He bit her earlobe and leaned his weight into her. He shoved her forward onto her chest, and he rolled on top of her. His cock still lay nestled between her butt cheeks, and his two great hands cupped her breasts.
His energy mounted to crush her into the bed. He rocked his cock into her in a fucking motion. He tugged her down onto himself by her tits. He grumbled into her ear, “Say it again.”
She rested her chin on the mattress. Her hair hung wild across her face. She stared straight in front of her. Her mouth gaped in an animal howl. “Fuck me. Please fuck me.”
He slammed in harder. His cock hit her clitoris. “Louder. Let me hear you scream.”
She screamed anyway at those devastating strokes. “Fuck me! Oh! Oh, God! Please fuck me.”
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop saying it.”
He beat his cock between her wet lips. His tight head bounced over her clit to drive her to delirious orgasm. “Fuck me! Oh, my God! I can’t stand it. Fuck me! I need it so bad. Please, God, fuck me.”
He roared in her ear. His cock throbbed between her legs, but she couldn’t move. His weight held her in place. He jammed his cock through her swollen folds to blast her apart.
She floated off the bed on soft clouds of pleasure. She didn’t notice the moment his head actually broke the seal separating them. He nudged into her, but her unstoppable orgasms never let her come down. She drifted from one climax straight into the next.
The moment he got inside, he went back to his maddening stillness.
He slithered into her deepest territory and stopped. Her muscles kept contracting to stroke her to greater heights. Her desperate tightness enclosed him in a erotic grip.
He groaned out loud and panted between his teeth. “Oh, sweet Jesus, that pussy is so fucking good and tight. Oh, man, don’t stop, baby. That’s it. Holy crap, I can’t hold back. Come on. Oh, yeah, that’s so good. God damn. Fuck, yeah.”
On and on it went, without end. He didn’t have to fuck her. He just had to lie there. Her orgasms did everything for both of them. The longer he kept still, the more she climaxed. The more she climaxed, the hotter he got. His cock throbbed with her contractions. His ridges and veins stimulated her already sensitive nerves. She gushed all over his shaft, and her nectar dribbled down his scrotum.
He collapsed against her back. His muscled bulk knocked the air out of her lungs, but nothing could stop her now. He laid his cheek against her shoulder and roared. His hands rubbed her tits, but other than that, he didn’t move. He was master over himself and everything else.
Just when she couldn’t bear another moment of this, he slipped out of her. A gush of cum followed him and dampened her mound. His weight lifted off her back, and he rose on his knees. He rolled her onto her back.
Alyssa stared up at him in stunned shock. What was he doing now?
For a long moment, he stood above her on his knees. He stroked his hands up and down her curves. He followed her breasts down to her waist and over her hips. He admired every inch of her body. His flinty black eyes ate her alive from head to toe. He drew his breath through flared nostrils. He gritted his teeth, and his muscles strained across his chest.
She lay back in the glow of ecstasy. She admired him. She feared him. She worshiped him as never before. His cock stood out stiff and demanding from his chiseled frame. She wanted to pet it, to stroke it and give it relief, but it embodied his indomitable spirit. It would come to her when it was ready and not one second before.
At last, he fell forward on his hands above her. His lips found her mouth, and worked his hips between her legs. He pushed them apart, and her needy pussy enveloped him.
She existed in a world of his eyes and lips. His skin caressed her all the way down to her pussy surrounding his cock. Her wetness covered his pubic hair, and she sipped him into her.
He gyrated his hips to drive himself wild in her wet haven. He propped himself up on both arms and fixed his eyes on her from high above. “Marry me, baby. Marry me, and make me the happiest man in the world.”
She couldn’t answer for moaning. She could only cradle his face between her hands. He made her too happy to answer. She never planned to marry anybody, and now here she was. She was laying spread- eagled in bed with her husband—her husband!
Those words rang through her head. Her husband! She was having sex with her billionaire husband in a resort on the Mexican coast.
All of a sudden, she couldn’t take it anymore. Her face twisted in anguish. She clamped her eyes shut and turned her head aside. Sobs convulsed her body, and she covered her face to hide from him.
He jumped off her so fast, his wet cock slapped her thigh. He dove onto the bed next to her and enfolded her in his arms. “What is it? What’s wrong? I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I won’t say it again. Can we just forget it?”
She buried her face in the pillow and howled. How could she ever tell him how much she wanted to marry him? How could she tell him how much she loved him and wanted him, how happy he made her? She never asked to marry him, and now he made her the happiest woman in the world.
Two whole weeks of living on a knife edge, of waiting and watching for Tina around every corner, two weeks of wondering when Tina would drop her bombshell—it all took its toll.
He embraced her and covered her shoulders and arms with kisses.
He couldn’t get near her face. She didn’t want him touching her, but she couldn’t bear the agony of tearing herself out of his arms. Why couldn’t she tell him? Why couldn’t she enjoy the blessed relief of deserving his trust?
The tears faded after a while, but the agony only got worse.
He waited more than an hour. He held her and listened for some word from her that never came.
The dreaded moment arrived at last.
He sat up and set his feet on the floor. He sighed, and his head hung between his shoulders. “I guess we had a good time these last two weeks, but it couldn’t last forever. The reunion is over and everybody’s leaving. You made it clear how you feel about me. I won’t ask again.”
She couldn’t cry anymore. She had no more tears left to shed. This was the end. This was the conclusion she asked for. She kept pushing him away. She couldn’t expect him to keep asking.
He pulled on his clothes and went back to the main room. He laid his things in his suitcase. His voice drifted through the open doors. “I appreciate you going through with this. You convinced everybody. I should have known it wouldn’t turn into anything.”
Getting out of that bed took all her strength, but she sat up and pulled her shirt over her head. She still had to get back to the States before she fell apart completely. She had to get as far away from him as she could, so she wouldn’t succumb to the temptation to tell him everything.
He would go back to his life, and he would never know Tina threatened her. She would live the rest of her life in fear of Tina coming after her. Tina would keep tabs on her over the internet. Tina would stalk her at every job she ever held.
She packed her suitcase and met Mason near the room door. He sized her up and down. “I’m sorry if I made your stay here unpleasant, Alyssa. I thought you felt the same way about me. I should know better than to push so hard.”
She dared to look up at his face. “I do feel the same way about you, Mason. I would like nothing better than to marry you—for real, I mean.”
The words rushed out of him, “Then why can’t you? What’s bothering you? Can’t you trust me? I’ve exposed my darkest secrets to you. Haven’t I earned your trust?”
Alyssa shook her head. She couldn’t look at him through the tears swimming in her eyes. “You have. I only want to protect you. I wish I could tell you. I really do.”
He glared at her. A black cloud crossed his face. “What do you have to protect me from?”
“Don’t you see? If I told you, I would be ruining you—and myself. Please don’t ask me. It’s hard enough as it is.”
He pursed his lips. “Are you telling me you want to be with me and return to New York with me? Are you telling me you want to go all the way with me, and there’s something stopping you? Is that what you’re really saying to me?”
She raised her eyes to his face. If only she could tell him, maybe everything would be all right. “Yes! God, yes! Don’t you know how much I care about you? These last two weeks have been a torture for me.”
He snatched her hand and pulled her toward him. “Tell me, Alyssa! Tell me what’s going on. Let me help you solve this, so we can be together.”
She pulled away. “I can’t. I really wish I could. It’s better if we don’t. We’ll both be safe.”
He scowled a moment longer. “All right. We better get going, then. Once we get back to JFK, you can go your own way and I won’t bother you anymore.”
He rang for the bellboy, who wheeled their luggage to the lobby.
Mason took Alyssa’s hand one last time, but it hung cold and lifeless in her grasp. The connection between them died on that day.
He led her to the dining room for the last time, and they entered the same old crowd. Alyssa knew a few people here now. She didn’t have to worry about sitting alone with no one to talk to, but he didn’t let go of her hand. He led her to the front of the room to say goodbye to his parents.
She stood still before the two withered figures. She forced a smile and hugged Mason’s mother.
His parents bobbed their heads and talked to Mason in Spanish.
Mason hugged them both and kissed them on the cheeks. His mother patted his face and brushed away tears. He stood back, but just at the moment when he took Alyssa’s hand to lead her away, the crowd parted and Tina stepped into view.
The woman stood straight and tall, and her eyes flashed with wild fury. She leveled an accusing finger at Mason and Alyssa. She spoke in Spanish rapidly.
Mason’s father’s eyes almost seemed to pop out of their sockets.
His mother’s hand flew to her heart.
Tina then spoke more Spanish then repeated in English, “I looked it up on the internet. Their marriage license is so new it hasn’t even been processed yet.”
Mason leveled a look of pure murderous hatred at Tina. “Is this your way of bringing our family together?”
“If anyone is tearing our family apart, it’s you,” Tina growled. “You perpetrated this whole charade on us. You’ve done nothing but flout our family for years.”
Mason looked back and forth between Tina and Alyssa. “Is this the big secret you’ve been keeping from me all this time?”
Alyssa stared down at the floor. “I’m sorry, Mason. I wanted to tell you, but she threatened to ruin me along with you. I thought I was doing the right thing.”
Mason clenched his jaw. He shook his head and looked away. “I should have known it was something like that. I should have known this was what was bothering you.”
Mason’s mother lifted her damp eyes to her son’s face. And pleaded in Spanish.
Mason squared his shoulders at his parents. He hugged Alyssa around her shoulders. He spoke slowly in his native tongue fi or a full minute or more than he stated it in English, “This is the only wife I’ve ever had, and this is the only wife I’m ever going to have. I love this woman more than anyone I’ve ever loved in my life, and that includes you, Mama and Papa. If I had to choose, I would choose her. I’ll love her forever, and I’ll protect her for life.”
The old woman turned to Alyssa and asked in stuttering English, “Is…this true? Are you his… wife—his true wife?”
Alyssa sheltered in his embrace. “Yes, I am. I’m his wife. I love him. I love him more than anything.”
Tina’s eyes narrowed. “This is all part of their act. They made it up, and they’re acting it out now.”
Mason faced her. “Is that the best you can do? Is that your way of ending this reunion, by tearing us down?”
Mason’s mother interrupted. She blinked back tears, but a beautiful smile spread across her wrinkled face as she spoke in broken English and Spanish “Si’. Espousa. Amor. I knew it all along. Look at them. You can see amor in their eyes.” She pressed Alyssa’s hands in both of hers. “Si, si. I knew it. I knew you loved him, my daughter. I knew you were his true espousa.”
She kissed Alyssa’s hands. Then she kissed her fingertips and held them out to Alyssa. She kissed Mason’s cheeks and petted his hair.
He kissed her back. “Adios, Mama.”
After all the embracing, kissing and farewells, Mason escorted Alyssa out of the hotel. The limo waited for them at the front entrance. Mason held the door open for Alyssa, and she slid into the seat.
As soon as she got settled with Mason at her side, she took his hand.
They smiled at each other, and they never let go of each other’s hands until they got to the airport. They went through immigration and got their baggage checked in.
Alyssa sat down in the first-class seat on the plane, and Mason leaned back in his own seat. He sighed and closed his eyes. “I thought that would never end.”
Alyssa peered at him. “You said you enjoyed it. You said you wanted it to continue forever.”
He opened his eyes, and they sparkled when he smiled. “And now it will.”
She looked away, but he turned her chin to face her. “Is that what upset you so much? Were you worried about Tina blowing our cover?”
Alyssa’s eyes stung all over again. “I never cared about Tina. I just couldn’t stand keeping anything from you. I couldn’t let you love me without telling you. I couldn’t look into your eyes and hold you in my arms with a lie between us.”
“You didn’t lie. You did it to protect me, and you had every right to protect yourself. What did she say she would do if you told?”
“She said she would ruin me, that she would dog my footsteps and make sure I never got another decent job. She said—”
He chopped his hand through the air. “That’s enough. I don’t want to hear anymore.”
“What if she follows through on her threat? What if she comes after me?”
“That won’t happen. You’ll be with me. Whatever she does, we’ll face it together.”
She peered into his face. “Really?” she asked. But she already knew she could trust him completely.
He leaned close to her face. “Isn’t that what you meant when you told my mother we were married?”
“Yes. Is that what you meant?”
“Of course. Haven’t I told you enough times?”
She couldn’t stop smiling. “Yeah. I guess so.”
“There’s no ‘guess so’ about it.” He buckled his seatbelt. “Now we’re heading home.” He shot her another bright grin. “Real home.”
She took hold of his hand. She would never let go of that hand now. “Yes. We’re going home.”
THE END
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